#what made me remeber this was i just did arm day for the first time ever

[blanketburritotoro]

The fact that I used to princess cary other girls when I was 11, because I liked showing them how strong I was, and I liked how giddy and happy it made them......

I should have realized I'm gay SO MUCH SOONER.

[paradox-the-unimpressed-nun]

Small NSFW & SFW headcannons Human!Muzan x Reader

Warning: ⚠️ NSFW, Blow job, handjob, some fluff, Muzan is gender fluid (canon), sexual nudity, submissive!Muzan, dom!reader, 69

A/N: Hey it’s me, I kinda lost my will to write so yeah…but the new Kny leaks has given me a little motivation. So yeah here y’all go

SFW

𓇢𓆸 You were one of Muzans assigned caretakers, at first he hated you. He hates everyone but he definitely didn’t like you, he had no reason he just did.

𓇢𓆸 He made your life so hard, he refused to do anything you asked of him. It would be little things, like asking him to lift up his arms so you bathe him or if he could please hold still so you could brush his hair: stuff like that

𓇢𓆸Eventually he stopped resisting after he started noticing his hygiene getting poor. He still was rude and snappy though.

𓇢𓆸Soon he just said nothing at all, you didn’t Interest him and you didn’t annoy him so he guessed you’re alright. You were putting a cold cloth over his puffy eyes and he told you “you’re not my favorite caretaker but….you’re the one I tolerate the most” you told him thank you

𓇢𓆸You didn’t start bonding until you caught him using his food as lipstick. You left only for a little bit to wash up and to your surprise you see him using the red tea to dye is lips. You kinda just stood there in shock, Muzan noticed you and was very flustered. He yelled at you to leave and threw a plate at you.

𓇢𓆸 Very bluntly you asked him if he would like to ware makeup or at least tried. He talked over you the entire time saying that it was nothing. Only stopping when you asked if he wanted to borrow your lipstick, he went quiet and said yes.

𓇢𓆸 There started your bounding. Muzan always stood very still when you would apply the lipstick not wanting to accidentally mess it up. Afterwards he would start at himself in the mirror carefully examining himself as you would hold the mirror for him. After sometime he would ask if you thought he looked pretty if he looked like a lovely young woman.

𓇢𓆸It was a everyday thing were you would come in and put lipstick on him, then it became a every other day thing, then every other week and so on so forth. After sometime he would ask if you would apply powder to his face, do his hair and let him borrow your clothes.

𓇢𓆸On days he went all out he would ask you to refer to him as a woman and you did. Other days he went by male. You had to admit he did make a very lovely woman.

𓇢𓆸you gained some muscle while being his caretaker, he would ask if you could help him go outside. It usually ended up with you carrying him around the property. He is light but as a caretaker you didn’t really do lifting, you got used to it.

𓇢𓆸Rainy days is his favorite, the sun isn’t in his eyes and the garden looks very lovely. He would ask you to put him down put still hold onto him so he could jump into a puddle (he wanted to see what all the fuss was about)

𓇢𓆸 Muzan often ask you do certain things so he can understand or experience them. Example he would ask you to hug him because he wanted to know what it felt like. Or for you to hold his hand or dance with him (it didn’t last long, he can barely stand)

𓇢𓆸One day he ask for you to kiss him, he’s never been kissed before and he wanted to experience it before he dies. You did and he asked if you could do it again and again and again and again…

NSFW

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆Remeber how I mentioned he wanted you to help him experience certain things? Yeah it soon got dirty. You started with kissing with tongue, he wasn’t good at it but he got the hang of it.

*ੈ𑁍༘Muzan asked you if he could see your breast, you said yes. You would undo your top and sit in front of him giving him a good view of your chest. Then he asked if he could touch and of course you said yes.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆ he’s never touched a boob before so this was very new to him, you had to guide his hand and show him how to properly grope a woman. You would tell him where he should touch and which parts are most pleasurable.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆ On Muzans fem days he would ask if you would grope him as if he was a female with breast. You would and you discovered his chest is sensitive. Taking it a step further you would kiss down to his neck then to his chest. Telling him woman like it when men take special care to their chest. He took a mental note of that.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆ Muzan asked you if you would jerk him off he needed to know what it would feel like if it was someone else’s hand. You would him against your chest and you slowly stroke your hand up and down his hand. He would whimper into you breast as tears fell down his face. He was in Heaven.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆You were the one to suggest giving him a blowjob, he was a little confused on why you would want to do that but soon understood. This was definitely his favorite, the warm heat of your mouth and skill full tongue on his sensitive member drove him insane. He would cage you in between his legs and his arms wrapped around your head holding you in place.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆ He liked to cum in your mouth as he wanted the feeing of your mouth to last as long as possible. Not that you mind he never lasted long and didn’t cum a bunch so you were okay.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆I guessed I should have mentioned that Muzan can only last one round

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆Muzan asked if you could sit on his face as he wanted to return the favor. It didn’t last long as Muzan complained that he couldn’t breathe and you were too heavy, sure you were plump but so was everyone woman at the time. You were very disappointed and muzan is skillful with his tongue.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆you offered to ride him as you both were ready for full on intimacy but that didn’t last long either. Again he complained that you were too heavy but to his credit he tried to hold out to the end.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆You both came to a compromise though, you would jerk him off and he would would finger you. That was the best you were gonna get and you both made the best of it.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆he actually came up with a better position for you both. He asked if he could lay ontop of you head on opposite sides. You were confused and he was honestly confused but you did it and worked very well. He was able to finally give you pleasure while at the same time you could do the same.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆The vibrations of his moans against your clit made your legs wobble. Muzan understands that he doesn’t last long and he wants to cum with you, so he would suck on the nub and finger you.

A/N: idk what else to add so here y’all go 😭✌️ also thank you lovely’s for 900 followers I really appreciate all the support 🤧

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Love at first sight blood

The air in the Club was thick.Dancing bodys everywhere.Through the speakers played "pon de replay" by Rihanna . This was supposed to be a fun night out with your friends, but here you are, all alone .After beeing tired of walking through the crowd in search for your friends and endless messages, you decided to spend the night alone .You made your way back to the bar in hope for a drink, that would get you out of this disapointing night .You sat down and let your eyes wander through the crowd for a while .At least other people had fun .Next to you was a women talking to the bartender. Seems like they know each other.She had red hair and the black leather jacket fited her near to perfect.She was beautiful.As you realised your mistake , it was already to late .Your drink crashed to the ground , making a loud crash . Good thing it was already empty ,but now there are pieces of glas everywhere.One even hit your feet . Damn you for wearing open heals that day . With a frustrated "shit" you knealed down to pic up the pieces .Next to you , another body knealed down .Black leather jacket .Could this night get any more embarrasing ? "Here let me help .Are you okay? " this is the first time you made eye contact with the stranger and holy shit, it was like her eyes saw right into your soul and stopped time right there ." Yeah, it's alright " you looked down flusterted and picked up the last piece. The red head never took her gaze away from you ,as she asked the bartender to clean up the floor . You put the pieces in your hand on the counter apologising to the bartender . He waved it off ,telling you that this happens almost every day. "You're bleeding.Better clean it up , before it gets infected " with that the red beauty took your hand and led you to the bathroom .You sat on the sink ,carefully taking of you shoe.

"May i ? " she asked .You nooded and the red head got a closer look, checking for broken glass before she took a wet cloth to clean the wound ."I am Natasha, by the way"she smirked up at you ."i am Y/n " you smiled back.This night took an interesting turn .If getting abonded by your friend is what it takes to have a beautiful women on her knees, then so be it .

"This wasn't the way i imagined to make a move on you ,but who would i be to waste a chance to be a hero . "

" yeah , youre such a hero , saving me ." you answered with sacasm. This was your way of trying to stay calm, cause inside you ,you were a nervous wreck.Did she just say ,she wanted to make a move on you ? -

She chuckled and stood up " very funny".

you looked back at your wound all cleaned up .Then you lifted your head to look at her ."Thank you , Natasha ".

There it was again , this feeling .Why are her so captivating? Nether of you dared to broke eye contact .Slowly her body seemed to move closer , the distance between you only a line of hope .You could feel her breath on you lips. One last look ,before you closed the line between you.The kiss was soft and passionate .Like it was only you two in the whole world. Her lips were so soft.She bit your lip, slowly pulling away . Her hand ran through your hair, pulling it behind your ear . Then coming to a halt, on the side of your face . She laid her forehead against yours .As you opened your eyes again ,you could not believe what just hapened.Was this some kind of magic going on , was she real?

" you want to get another drink?The night is still young ,who knows where it leads."

"i would love to " with that she helped you put your shoe on again and lead you back to the bar .

Now 2 years later , laying in her arms while watching James bond ,you couldn't be hapier .Maybe broken glass really does bring luck. You will forever remeber the moment you fell for Natasha.Little did you know she fell harder

[seastarblue]

“Chase”

OKAY HERE IM DOIN IT HAVE WRITING (pulled this outta my head a few days ago)

(this is a two parter btw here is part two)

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Li Hua was going back to prison.

That is, unless she could outrun the guards chasing her. She wasn’t worried, though—she had done this dozens of times before on these streets and was confident this chase would be just like the others. She was a little irked that she was being chased in the first place, but she supposed there was no complaining about it now.

Li Hua turned corners, tried to blend into the late afternoon market crowds, dumped at least seven stray buckets of water to make the guards slip, and sprinted as fast as she possibly could, but the stubborn guards were still somehow on her tail. One of the men even nicked her with something, as she felt hot blood running down her arm. She felt annoyed and a little worried at this point, but also a little comforted by the fact that the Guard either got better soldiers or the existing ones stepped up. Either way, she knew she needed to do something more extravagant.

She ran into a dead end, and looked up at the parapet dangling about six times her height above her. The guards were shouting to their comrades, out of breath from the long chase, but still sounding triumphant. These idiots have no idea what’s coming to them, she smirked to herself, clutching a small thin glass vial, her salvation sloshing around inside it.

She let out a breath to steady herself, and turned to the guards now huffing out her rights of arrest, getting handcuffs ready for her. “You know I missed like, half of that, right? Repeat it for me?” she called out, dark brown eyes glittering with mischief as she held the vial behind her back, being careful not to accidentally open it.

The lead guard stopped her recitation and blinked at the outlaw. She made a quick motion to the others, and they started moving towards her slowly, one carrying a slightly bloodied shortsword and the other carrying handcuffs. “You are under arrest,” the swordsman said, “come with us quietly and we will do you no harm.”

Li Hua had to hold herself back from outright punching the man for lying right through his teeth. He already had harmed her, the wound from earlier smarting quite a bit. I really hope I still have those bandages…

“… you know what? I think I’ll go riiiiight there, thank you.” she said, pointing to a space above her. 

Before the guards could reply, Li Hua held her breath and threw the fragile vial onto the ground, and the entire alleyway filled with green-gray smoke. Her wound pinched even more, and she decided against somehow forcing laxatives down the now stunned guards. Instead, she turned her gaze to the parapet above, and focused on a point slightly higher than that. She closed her eyes, made to leap upwards, and…

She was running before her feet even hit the roof. Her stomach lurched, as it always did after using her teleporting magic, but it could have been from the smoke bomb or the sheer anxiety she felt. She remebered to take another breath when she was far away from the area. Li Hua found herself under a bridge overlooking the canal, and the outlaw was huffing and puffing more than she'd like to admit. After a few minutes, she slid down into a sitting position with her back against the wall, and tried to calm the panic now settling. She was nearly caught. That thought whirled around in her head over and over again, and it made her feel even more sick. That was the closest they'd ever been to catching her. She couldn't go back to prison. Not after what happened the first time. Not again.

 Not again, not again, not again... Li Hua's heart beat wildly in her chest. She squeezed her eyes shut. Blood roared in her ears. She shivered despite the warm evening. Not again, not again, not again... Her hands shook with the bandages still in them. Her vision darted from corner to shadowy corner, trying to find a way out, a way where no can could see her, a way to get away from them. 

Li Hua put her head in her hands and sobbed. She didn't notice the small clink coming from behind her.

Something else was near.

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[cwpiqwon]

once a cheater, always a cheater- Kim gaeul

summary- gaeul finally got everything she wanted, or did she?

warnings- angst, yujin being the worst gf ever AGAIN, cheating, yujin deserves to get slapped, crying, not edited.

Author's note- pt. 2 of the yujin fic for my pookie @flolio

gaeul knew what she did was wrong. yujin was never meant to be hers. she already had a girl at home, waiting for her with her heart on her sleeve. gaeul knew it all and yet it didn't stop her from seeking yujin's love.

she remembers the first time yujin kissed her. it was a stormy day and they were both stuck outside the office due to the heavy rain. her clothes were wet and so were her hair and yet yujin remained the most beautiful girl in gaeul's eyes.

gaeul couldn't help herself, her eyes gently trailed up and down the girl's body. from her slightly tan skin which was partially visible through her soaked white top, to her soft lips which looked too enticing to the girl.

gaeul knew it was wrong. she shouldn't be having feelings for someone who already has a partner but the second she saw yujin's eyes trail down her body in the same manner, all the righteous thoughts seemed to leave her mind.

all she could think about was yujin's lips on hers and hands on her waist. and by the way yujin kept staring at her parted lips, her feelings didn't seem one sided anymore.

as yujin reached down to finally connect their lips, gaeul remembers thinking that this was probably just a one time thing. oh how wrong she was. so delightfully wrong. it had made her so happy that she was wrong.

the forbidden kiss turned into kisses and planned dates were soon to follow. she remebers how yujin would ignore yn's call and lie to her about work all while laying on gaeul's bed with her arms around her waist.

it was wrong, but it made gaeul happy. seeing yujin choose her over her girlfriend made gaeul feel like she was more important, like she was worth lying about.

as the days continued, yujin's attention completely lifted from yn and shifted to gaeul. gaeul remembers feeling slight guilt but yujin was quick to kiss it all away.

she remembers asking yujin to come clean to yn and finally break up with her. she was hurt when yujin straight up refused but yujin kissed all the hurt away. she always did.

the day they were caught by yn was probably the best day of gaeul's life. all her self doubts and insecurities vanished when yujin once again chose her over yn.

the following year felt like their honeymoon phase. they took a trip to their favorite places, had multiple dates and showed their devotion to each other every night. gaeul was on cloud nine. but as they say, nothing lasts forever.

the honeymoon phase soon lifted and they were back to their mundane lives. their was no more thrill of sneaking out to meet either. gaeul thought her life was finally stable like she always wanted. she had an amazing girlfriend, a well paying job, an apartment to her name. what more could a girl want?

just when gaeul thought she reached her happily ever after, things began to change. yujin wasn't as affectionate as she used to be, the kisses and "I love you"'s kept getting lesser and lesser and they barely spent any time together.

yujin would wake up early and head off to work without even eating breakfast. this could be normal behavior if it wasn't for the fact that gaeul worked at the same office and saw yujin arrive AFTER her everyday. "maybe she was just planning a surprise for me?" was the only thought that kept gaeul sane during this whole ordeal.

gaeul thought it'll get better soon but once again, she was wrong. yujin got even more distant and was barely around anymore. she would leave early and come back at ungodly hours.

she always had a smirk when typing on her phone and her white shirt smelled like some expensive perfume that didn't belong to either her or gaeul.

if gaeul wasn't so familiar with this setting, she could've easily chalked it up as a coincidence but she knew what all this meant.

the unfamiliar scent on yujin's shirt was once hers and the shaky hands holding the shirt were yn's. gaeul felt her heart constrict.

was this karma? gaeul already knew the answer but alas, sometimes choosing to remain in the dark hurts much less than seeing the truth.and so gaeul ignored all the signs and continued to delude herself into believing her life was just as put together as it was a year ago.

she knew she couldn't choose to remain blind forever and her thought was confirmed when one day she walked into a new Cafe while grocery shopping, only to see her girlfriend making out with choi yena.

yena was a good friend of yujin's even before yujin and yn got together. they were very close to each other. yena knew everything about yujin and vice versa. yena knew about yujin and yn's relationship, she knew about yujin cheating with gaeul and she also knew about gaeul and yujin's new relationship. yet here she was, passionately kissing her.

it was familiar in a sense, gaeul was once in yena's place. she was once the "other girl". she thought that phase got over when yujin finally got rid of yn. she finally got to be the main character of her love story, just to be replaced by Choi Yena. she was once again, just the "other girl".

with a sigh, gaeul turned her back to the two, tears clouding her eyes. she let out a silent sob as she walked out of the Cafe. that day gaeul realized one thing, "once a cheater, always a cheater" isn't just a phrase, it's a reality that managed to ruin gaeul.

[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

You used to be mine

You used to me mine/he used to be mine I wrote this in like 10 min...so yea

Purse angst writing is like my therapy now lol 18+ just in case mention if fluf just angst.

You used to be mine is a song from the musical waitress but I got that phrase itself got stuck in my head for more than one reason I feel like I should turn it into a song

You used to be mine. We were happy. The little kisses the holding hands the shared laughes and my giggles as you for some god unknown reason tried to tickle me. The spark in your eyes,

You used to be mine.

We used to be awake at night talking. I'd struggle to stay up on days where I was so very tired and I knew you had days that were the same. And you comming back was such a a happy joyus time. From the deep kisses one would think you just came back from war. And in a way you had. Now its a mix of sadness and joy because I diny know if things had mm of you slipping away but still.. id give anything to get them back again because you used to be mine.

I honestly don't know what day things changed I wish I could pinpoint it but I do remeber the day when I went its diffrent. You had flown in and I went to you hurriedly to hug like always like a repeate but you you didnt I barely got a hug it was like something was holding you back like you couldn't smile. I wrote it off to a long day, a bad day pushing everything else in the back of my mind like how you'd still look at me diffrent happier, relaxed even on days you were tired and could barely keep your eyes open. I used to be your source of comfort on days where you were pissed off. But then again you used to be mine.

Things slowly slipped unit was too much for me to bear or too little and I cried I mourned our relationship but it made me wonder if we had one at all was it dead long before I noticed. Did you...did yiu play me was I just some pawn to keep you warm on lonely nights. Your demeanor had changed everything about you had changed. I know people grow but this it was too sudden it was too much. Like it pained you to look at me but I wasnt going to let go without.... without you doing it first no, no I wasnt going to be the one to blame for thr fall because, somewhere one time youreally were I know it in my heart even if my mind is wondering I know you used to be mine.

Holding on my a thread was an overstatement. It was like we were going through the motions that were lifeless zombies dont even fit the bill. But still I loved your presence and I was going to hold on as much as I could for as long as I could. And I did whatever I could.

Because you used to be mine

Maybe you could remember

One day the last day of your visit "hey come on sit doen," you had said with just softness and Monessen such love like you had before I saw the love. For a brief flash I had seen love but there was sadness in your eyes after. I knew it was coming and at least you had t he heart by to do it in person. I know it wasnt only because you were a good person but because I was yours and you used to be mine.

I wasnt going to pretend to be strong and not cry. I did you just held me. You had no words just your arms and a sniffle or two. Yiu had said it was nothing I did. Nothing I could've done better. Or diffrent I had been perfect thst I was perfect. But it just things change. They do he was right he changed.

And thats who my tears were for the man you used to be... the man he used to be. It was like he died I don't know why . But the man in front of me wasn't the one I had a relationship with he wasn't mine. He wasn't my human or my person. He was just something else.

But then there were ds softly spoken barely heard words.. sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry. On repeate diffrrnt mixes of first s third but by hey were there there. He had stayed that night. I'll never understand why. He had left in the morning. He had held me and for a bit it was like it was when he used to be mine

I had woken up and just watched him sleep knowing it would be th last time. Then I had fallen back asleep I had always wondered if he had done the same. Il don't think ill ever have an answer. That morning I had woken before he left but I know he did know. He had bent down moved hair from my face. Whispering as long as the (thought) hd could without "waking" me

"I never wanted to hurt you."

He continues

"You'll see its better for you."

I didnt move a muscle. I needed to know everything

"I live for you. I love you"

He kissed me

"You'll always have my heart."

"I'll always be yours."

I wonder if that man is somewhere still out there alive or if the man he is now is just a holle a shell of mystery, a shell of himself. a puppet of the man who used to be mine

That man I'll always love though the man who used to be mine.

Epilogue: I will never believe that the man never was mine

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2022 Fic Review 📖📝

thanks for the tag, my dear @gaylord-zuko !!! This is going to be fun! (I hope) I wrote a TON the first half of the year, and then it sort of teetered out... so let's see what the damage is!

Most popular fic: Yes, Daddy - my 2022 @call-me-daddy-fic-fest fic! I really embraced my breeding kink here, and fell completely head over heels for Scarry in the process! Can't wait for this year's fest works!

My favorite fic: Wait For Me - My ultimate Dralbus for @hp-nextgen-fest - "it was only going to be 20k" - yeah, okay. My longest fic to date (and the longest Dralbus on AO3 😳) at 85k. Exploring the growth of their relationship over the course of 17 years was quite the feat. I almost didn't make it, you can thank @makeitp1nk for being the world's best beta and cheerleader. I'm so glad I finished it and I absolutely love it.

Most unexpected fic: And Still I Dream - My H/D Reverse bang ( @harrydracobang ) work and the very first all out AU. I never read AU, and I never in a million years pictured myself writing one, and yet I did! When I saw Gaudium's art - wow - the story was just there. Took me right back to my own high school days. Theatre Nerd Draco and Basketball Jock Harry for the win! Oh, and Draco sings Les Mis... a lot lol.

Fics for next year: Well... I have 1 collab and 3 WIPs that I want to finish, or at least get well on their way....

Until You're In My Arms Again (Remeber Me): my heartbreaking Rarry amnesia fic collab with @stonedregulus - I'm so thrilled you were willing to do this with me. I don't doubt it will be one of the best things we've ever made. 💕

Time Heals All Wounds: A Snarry time-travel/soulmate fic that has been around since 2019?? It's my most popular work to date, and I really need to finish it. 😭

For Love and Legacy: A James/Lucius that takes the Drarry dynamic to the next level - strangers / enemies to lovers with denial of feelings and fake(ish) dating - lord of smut and drama - but what would a story about Lucius be if not drama??

The Wands Chose the Wizards: My 2021 Tomarry Big Bang that has been chilling for far too long. A Drarry to Tomarry fic with Time Travel, and the launching of a new ship: Draco/Lestrange Sr. - I did manage to post a chapter last week and fell right back in love with the story!

I have my Call Me Daddy 2022 fic in the works, with a pairing I've wanted to write for ages! I can't wait! There's also @hpshipuary and @kinkuary ... so who knows what might happen!!!

I've been doing a lot of fandom hopping and have a lot of fun writing for Anime fandoms too, like Sk8, Naruto, and Free!, with plans for more. BNHA, I'm looking at you! (I use an alternative alias for these 🤫)

Next fic I plan on writing: From scratch? Oh goodness... My ideas are always endless and often hit me like lightning with no prior warning. Hopefully I can make a dent in those above! 😅

Tagging @makeitp1nk @thebooktopus @fantasyborn @cindle-writes @danpuff-ao3

[pumpkinpot]

Broken, Scarred, Orphans Chapter 1: Grief

This fic is inspired by the fic All The Young Dudes by: MsKingBean89 (on a03), Following the events of chapter 175: 1982. It's an AU where Remus went for custody in Sirius's absence and raises Harry as his own. This will follow the years before Hogwarts up through the seven books. (I haven't decided how much canon divergence I will have in the later chapters)

CW: Alcohol abuse, depression, grief, angst  

Chapter 2 

If you prefer reading on ao3, it’s on there under the same username. 

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Drink every time you see something that grief is:  Sadness  Love Hatred Hurt  Sadness Betrayal  Hollow Uncomfortable Regret Traumatic  Suffering  hard Frustration  Resentment  Anger Rage Pain    Remus did just that and then filtered back through the list once more for good measure. The slightest glimpse into the world brought upon a anguish enough to drown him, so he did it first. In every bottle, he could find. 

Sleep was his breakfast, whiskey for lunch, Gin for dinner and no one could have convinced him that wasn't a balanced meal. There wasn't a singular ounce of his body that didn't believe he could stay that way. 

Until Grant. 

He could only come between his pub shifts and lectures. During those visits he'd made a sick game of hiding the bottles he provided around the apartment. He was good at the game and it spurred Remus into unwilling spells of sobriety. 

he'd thought to ask once why Grant even provided him with booze�� at all if this was the way he was going to act, but he didn't want to give him the idea to stop.  It was during one of these bouts of clarity that Remus found his thoughts drifting to Harry. 

His mind was a dangerous place these days. He kept the world's edges soft, or they otherwise cut him. So the thought was approached carefully, Remus not having found a bottle to sink into if it became too much. 

The little tike would be rounding two soon. 

Where had the boy been taken? He hadn’t seen him at James and Lily’s service, at least not that he could remember. No one had mentioned the child since the incident. Not that Remus was asking or in a room to hear about him. 

He wondered as he popped the top of a discovered spirit and still as he fell asleep and the thought stayed with him when he woke. 

Would he be with a family member? All of Jame’s family was dead, but didn’t Lilly have a sister? He remebers the woman only slightly, and the image wasn't good.

In a bout of mania, he reconnected his network and called upon Dumbledore. It wasn’t but an hour before the old man ducked through the fireplace. His steps were taken with the grace and cadence of a man never been to war and Remus hated him for it. 

"Where’s the kid?" He tried as he might to not slur his words. 

There was no need to specify which kid. There was only one a Marauder would refer to. 

"He’s safe," Dumbledore assured, in that irritably calm voice. 

"That’s not an answer." 

"And what do you want with him?" 

Remus hadn’t thought that far ahead. What did he want with him? When he called upon Dumbledore it was to see if the child was safe, but his question brought about a fork in a road Remus wasn’t prepared to travel. He opened his mouth and words tumbled out. 

"I think we can drop the formalities, can’t we? I think we both know what I was to Sirius. He was named the boy's Godfather and where he is otherwise unfit the child should come to me." 

And that was that. Apparently. 

Dunbledor shows no real emotion on his face, but Remus could have sworn his eyebrow flicked only a little. He made a point to look around Remus's home.  Empty discarded bottles and mugs full of water Grant tried to force him to drink that just became watery graves for cigarette buds filled nearly every flat surface.

Dumbledore's eyes scanned Remus’s two-week-old outfit and unkempt hair. Without words, he’s said all he needed to, yet continued. "And you believe yourself fit for the responsibility?" 

Remus felt the sudden urge to cross his arms over himself. Of course not.

Dumbledore didn’t wait for an answer. He turned to the fireplace with a subtle wave of his hand. "The boy needs a stable figure to guide him and a safe home." 

The bite in that sentence was nothing compared to the new layer of self-hatred that sprouted in Remus’s chest like a weed. The moment the apartment took on its familiar hollowness, Remus drank himself into a hole he hoped would swallow him.

In what universe was he fit to raise a child? And who was Remus to ask for such a responsibility, but even more than that, why had he done it?

As the two-week-old outfit passed into three, gaining rips that hadn't been there before and a patch that became crunchy to the touch, he opted to strip, stewing in his raw filth. His body deteriated into a sallow suit of skin over bone. He avoided mirrors all together staying in the bathroom only to sleep on the cold tile floors when sick or to be vomit everything he wasn't putting into his stomach. Time passed in a series of bright days of perpetual numbness and nights of debilitating sorrow.

Remus only left London for the full moon. He kept to himself in dark corners of forests and thickets of woods no one would find him in and the wolf wouldn’t be able to navigate out of. When he came back Grant was always there trying to tidy before Remus could undo the work.

Sometime in the autumn months Grant had, had enough. He plunked two bottles of pure vodka onto the table. Notably Remus’s least favorite, because of the sickness it brought on but who was he to complain? It all took away the pain. 

Before Remus could reach for the clear long-necked bottles Grant spoke. "This is it, I’m not doing anymore." 

Remus snorted to himself. It wasn’t the first time Grant had threatened something similar, and likely wouldn’t be the last. As enabling as the arrangement was it was beneficial for both of them. Grant needed a place to stay, and Remus needed alcohol. Call it rent.

When Remus’s eyes met Grant's, his mind took pause. He wasn’t serious, was he? 

"What does it matter to you?" He grumbled.

"Because this isn’t living-" 

Remus could have laughed. He did. Living. What a childish concept. He was breathing wasn’t he, shouldn’t that have been enough?

"And don’t say you’re fine," Grant continued. "You're hurting, I get it, but this-" He gestures around the filthy apartment. "This is a punishment you don’t deserve." 

"You don’t know what I deserve," Remus snaps. For only a second Remus wished he could show Grant his sins. How naive he'd been, how trusting and so, so stupid. How many lives it cost.

"I know it’s not this. And what about the kid you’ve been talking about in your sleep? Is this what they deserve?" 

Remus stands. "You don’t know what you’re talking about." 

"You’re right because you won’t tell me. Whether the kid is yours, or not this new pity party you've thrown yourself into isn’t helping them. We know what it is to be orphaned-" 

Grant had more to say but Remus threw his fist so fiercely into Grant's chest it sent him toppling over a chair and onto the carpet. He’d never hit Grant before and the surprise of it knocked Remus back into his body. He looked down at the man heaving air into his lungs on the ground. 

He’d apologize if he thought he’d mean it. Instead, he swiped a bottle from the table and closed himself behind the bedroom door. 

Who was Grant to tell him how to help Harry? Harry was likely somewhere much better than anywhere Remus could provide and besides, Grant was right about one thing: Remus wasn't fit to raise a faimly. He was an orphan.

But so was Harry, he thought bitterly. 

Whatever broke inside Remus just then wouldn't be rendered with a shot of firewhiskey.

So was Harry.

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Unexpected Visitor

Pairing: Best friend! Jeong Yunho x Reader

Genre: Smut, slight comedy

CW: Praise, dry humping, creampie.

Word Count: 3262

Prompts: 47) "You know, you’re really hot when you’re angry."

                85) "Can I come over?"

                25) "If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to the bed."

Summary: What started as a quiet night alone soon turns something unexpected as you find yourself getting hot and heavy with your best friend Yunho of all people.

Prompt List               MasterList         Buy me a Coffee

Saturday night and you couldn’t think of a better way to spend your night than curling up with a small blanket, a bowl of popcorn and a movie marathon. While others were out clubbing and getting drunk you were comfy and content where you were, clubbing had never really appealed to you. You’d done it once with your best friend Yunho and a few of his friends and all you really remeber is getting so drunk you didn’t know how you got home and honestly you hated that feeling, the not knowing what you did while in that state, the possibility of making a complete ass of yourself and the unsettling feeling of not knowing how you got home, once you were sober you realised it must have been Yunho, but the thought of what would have happened if he wasn’t there always scared you, and don’t even remind you of the hangover from hell you felt the next day. You didn’t mind getting out of your comfort zone from time to time but clubbing was a bit too much and not something you’d go out of your way to experience again soon. You were content with your so called boring life.

2 movies into your marathon and your popcorn has run out, you look over to the clock which reads 10pm, it’s still too early for you to call it a night and so you decide another movie or 2 would be fine and went to refill your popcorn. As you threw the bag of popcorn into the microwave you could have sworn you’d heard a small knock, but after waiting a few seconds and not hearing it again you shrugged it off and went back to what you were doing, until you heard something move in your room then panic started to set in. You grabbed the nearest object to you which so happened to be a small pot and quielty made your way to the source of the noise. Your steps were slow and ever so careful, if someone was breaking into your appartment you didn’t want them to hear you coming. You peered through the small crack of your door trying to see if you could find the intruder, you saw nothing at first but jumped when you heard your vase fall from your window sill. “Shit.” You heard someone whisper on the other side of the door. Adrenaline taking over and rational thinking out the window you threw open the door and darted to whoever it was climing through your window. “Hey, hey, HEY!” The intruder screams, arms in the air as he’s halfway through your window, one leg on your dresser, the same leg that knocked over your vase. It took a short while to process the voice, it was familiar but you couldn’t pin point it in the dark. You flicked the light on, momentarily blinding the man in your window. “Yunho?! What the fuck are you doing!?” For some reason he looked just as surprised as you considering he was the one breaking and entering. “Why do you have a pot?” Was all he could come out with, still in the same stance while pointing to the make shift weapon in your hands. “Why are you climbing through my bedroom window at 10pm?” 

“I wanted to hand out with my best friend, is that a crime?” His words came out slightly strained as he pulled the rest of his body into the room landing softly on the carpeted floor. “Normal people just ask if they can come over instead of breaking in.” You scoff. “Well then, can I come over?” Having already had enough of his shit you step forward raising the pot slightly as if to hit him with it. “Hey, you know, you’re really hot when you’re angry.” He winks at you with a giggle as you retaliate by slapping him lightly on the chest. “You really are something else Jeong Yunho.” You laugh as you roll your eyes at the bold comment that just came from your best friend. “Oh no, not the full name.” He cried out clutching his chest as if you’d deeply wounded him. You rolled your eyes at him once again as you walked out of the room back to your movie. “Well since you’re here do you wanna join me for a movie?” He didn’t say anything in return, a wide smile plastered his face as he bounded his way towards you following you back to the living room.

Yunho got himself comfy on the couch as you refilled the bowl with the popcorn before making your way over to him. “So what are we watching?” He asks grabbing a handful of popcorn before you even get a chance to sit down. “I found a new horror movie on Netflix, seems good do you wanna give it a try?” You ask as you plop down next to him throwing your legs over his lap. “You know horror films don’t phase me,” He says slightly puffing his chest out to look tough “But if you wanna watch it then sure, I’ll be here if you get scared.” He smirks giving you a little nudge as you give him a shove. “I bet you’ll be the first one to scream and hide behind the blanket.” His jaw hit the floor at what you said, offence taking over his features. You give him a side glance as you hit play and quietly laugh as he still looks at you like you said something awful about his mother. “Oh get over it will you and watch the movie.” You say as you grab his chin and force his head to face the TV. 

The movie had only just started and it was a little scarier than you expected even Yunho seemed to be on edge, you could tell by the way he’d lightly squeeze your thigh at a tence moment. The first time he done it you unconsciously whipped your head in his direction, eyes wide and a blush creeping up your neck, he’d never done that before but seeing as his gaze was fixed on the movie you tried to shrug it off as best as you could, it was a small reflex he did to being startled, but you couldn’t help but ... like it. His big hand splayed out over your thigh, fingers lightly digging into your soft flesh, the contact causing the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Were you getting turned on? You shook your head a little, as if it would help shake those thoughts of your best friend out of your head, and you tried to turn your attention back to the movie. You let out a small groan in frustration, you couldn’t concentrate on what was going on, you’d lost track of the plot completely. “Hey, you okay?” Yunho asked softly, squeezing your thigh again. You hum in response not quite catching what he said. “Are you okay? You seem a little distracted.” His head tilted to the side as he tried to read your expressions. You bit your lip a little as you nod at him, you couldn’t tear your mind away from his hand on your thigh, you thought you were crazy, surely he didn’t mean anything by it, but you couldn’t deny how it made you feel. You squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to ignore how immensely turned on you’re becoming, to your luck Yunho didn’t notice. “Movie too scary for you huh?” He chuckles seeing your brows furrow, “Come here.” He whispers putting one hand lightly around your waist to pull you in closer so you’re wrapped in his arms.

A few more minutes passed by, the movie long gone from your mind as you continued to daydream about Yunho and how you seem to now want to do things with him that best friends don’t do together, you try and try to push these thoughts aside but they only get worse. Your whole body has gone tense and your squirming in his arms, you don’t know what you’re trying to achieve by squirming but your body seems to be moving on its own. Yunho glances over to you a little concerned, this clueless man still thinks you’re scared by the movie. “Just look at me.” He says softly moving your face to face his. “If you don’t want to watch just look at me.” His eyes were peircing, they tore through your very being, they weren’t intense at all just soft and caring. You knew damn right the movie wasn’t the issue, he was, but you couldn’t look away from him. Your eyes glided over every inch of his face like it was the first time looking at him. While you’re taking in his features you seem to miss the small smirk that creeps it’s way onto his face. “Y/n?” You snap back to reality at the sound of your name looking him in the eyes to show you’re listening. “Can I try something? It’s okay if you say no.” His voice was still soft but a bit weary as he waits for your reply, you simply nod at his question, words couldn’t form in your mind as it went into overdrive trying to work out what he was planning. 

His smirk faded as he slowly closed the gap between you pressing a soft kiss to your lips, it didn’t last more than a couple of seconds but the feeling still lingered when he pulled away. You look at him stunned and lost for words, this didn’t sit exactly how he wanted with him. “I’m sorry, I ... umm... I shouldn’t have done that.” He stutters nervously as he tries to lean away from you to give you space, that however, didn’t last long as you grab his face with both hands to pull him back in for another kiss, this time a kiss you were ready for. What started off as a sweet kiss, one that seemed to have been needed for a while, became a little more intense. His hands found their way to your hips as he guided to you straddle his lap, not breaking the kiss for even a second. You have no clue what took over the two of you but there you were fingers tangled in his hair, his hands griping your hips for dear life and your tongues fighting for dominance. You let out a small whimper when he caught your bottom lip between his teeth earning a proud smirk from him. You both pull away for some air, eyes not leaving each others, the need was evident with both of you, you both knew what the other wanted and the craving was mutual. You roll your hips slightly, mostly to get more comfortable but to also test the waters with his reaction, just to see if your hunch was right. As you lightly ground down on him a small groan leaves his throat as his grip on you tightens, once again your eyes locked firmly on his, a trace of mischief in the way you looked at him.  "If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to the bed." You cock your brow at his threat enjoying where this was leading to. “Who said we need the bed?” You reply teasingly. “Oh, dirty.” he chuckles raising his eyebrows at you as his hands find their way to your ass giving it a squeeze.

He made good use of the grip he had on your ass as he guided you to grind against his hardening cock, you bit your lip trying to surpress your whines as the friction built up between you. “You’re so pretty when you’re all worked up.” He says as he leans forward to line kisses along your neck. You don’t know if it was the increasing friction or his words that finally got you to be vocal but honestly you didn’t care. “F...fuck.” You pant, every slight movement sent your head reeling, you needed more but you couldn’t find it in yourself to stop. As he picked up the pace you burried your face into his neck trying to keep some sort of composure. “Hey,” He starts, a handful of your hair in his hand as he lightly pulls you back,”Eyes on me.” 

“Y...Yunho...So good.” Your vision was starting to blur as your high was already prematurely approaching. “Go on love, make a mess of me.” As he says that he pushes your hips down onto him and lifts his hips slightly to meet yours, adding extra pressure to the already heavenly grinding. You dig your fingers into his shoulders looking for stability as you feel yourself weaken under his grasp, stars starting to dot your vision. You feel him twitch under you, wanting his own release but hanging on with all he had in him. “You’re being such a good girl, using me to get yourself off.” He cooed connecting his forehead with yours closely watching you unravel on top of him. “Yunho, I need you.” You whine needing to feel him already. “Not yet love, I want you to make a mess of me first, then you’ll get what you want.” He nipped at your ear, the small shooting pain only pushing you closer to your high. Your rhythem starts to falter as the knot that’s been growing in you for too long finally snaps, cries of euphoria flow past your lips “Fuck, Yunho” you quiver riding out your high with your head resting on his shoulder already exhausted. 

“You’re so pretty when you say my name like that.” He growls shifting you back slightly so he can free himself of his sweatpants. Your eyes widen at the sight of him, or really more the size of him. “so big.” You pant still recovering from your high. “And it’s all for you, that’s if you can take it.” His cockyness never left him. He tugged lightly at your lounge shorts, almost like he was asking permision to remove them. You shuffle around helping him remove the garment from you, to your surprise he took your underwear with them at the same time, all in one clean movement. “If it gets too much tell me okay.” You nod at him eager to finally have him inside you, eyes not looking away from his cock. His finger lifts your chin so you’re looking at him again, “Promise me.” Your heart fluttered a little, even in a hot and heavy situation like this he was still the overly caring Yunho you knew. “I promise.” He kissed your nose lightly with a slight nod of his head readying you as his hands gained a firm grip on your ass to help lift you into postition. 

“Are you sure you’re ready?” His soft tone contradicting the way he glides his tip over your soaking slit. “Yunho, shut up and fuck me.” Your voice shakes but impatience cuts through your words. With a small chuckle and a smirk he helps you sink down onto his length, the stretch causes you to hiss slightly and the small sting but the pleasure you feel as he slowly fills you takes over. Small moans from the both of you fill the room as you take in his whole length, small beads of sweat already trailing down your faces. You make the first move as you start to bounce, whimpers, moans and cries spilling from you uncontrolably, the sensitivity from your previous high still very much there, every movement is pure ecstasy. “You’re doing so well love, you take me so well.” His praise rushing through you making you speed up. His sweet noises are like music to your ears, you experiment with different paces and shift your angles slightly just so you could hear even more from him. One position had you both crying out each others names, fingers digging into each other’s flesh sure to leave red marks, maybe even bruises, as he hits your sweet spot over and over. 

“So good for me.” His praises continued to pour from him, the pace of your bounces and the feeling of you tightening around him cousing his mind to go hazy. Your mouth moves as you try to say something but the overwhelming pleasure makes you unable to process anything. Sensing your fast approaching second orgasm of the night Yunho wraps his arms around your waist tightly to hold you in place as he ruts his hips into you, loud slapping of skin on skin filling the thick sex filled air. The speed, his hold and the way he consistently hits all the right places has you screaming his name so loud you swear the occupants in the apartments across the road could hear you. You start to babble nonsense as you feel the knot build up again. His loud graons are muffled as he presses his face into your chest and his grip on you stays firm. 

Your second high hits you like a ton of bricks, vision blurring and your whole body trembling in his tight grip. “Shit I’m so close.” Yunho mumbles into your chest, hips still fiercely pounding into you now as oversensitivity takes it’s hold on you. A couple harsh thrusts later and he’s met with his high, movements slowing down to ride it out as he paints your walls. It takes you both a short while to compose yourselves and get your breathing back to a normal pace. You lift your head to look at him, a thin layer of sweat coating the both of you, hair disheveled and flushed faces, you couldn’t stop your chuckle as you look at him in this state still not fully processing that you just fucked your best friend. Your chuckles are followed by Yunho’s as you both come to terms with what just happened. 

“Well that was...” You pant lightly trying to look for the right word. “Unexpected?” He finishes and you both laugh at the answer which was so clearly true. You climb off him to dress your lower half as he does the same for himself, not before he takes a quick peak at your marked ass as you bend down to retrieve your clothing. “Yun?” You ask as you turn to face him again, curiostity lacing your voice. He give you a small hum as he looks to you wide eyed. “What does this mean now? Like, where do we go from here?” You play with your fingers nervously hoping your friendship hasn’t been ruined by this. “Y/n, nothing needs to come from this if you don’t want it too, this could be a one off thing that we never speak of again if you want it to be.” You shook your head, this wasn’t something you regretted but you were confused as to how your relationship with Yunho was going to turn out, will this be the start of you both dating? Friends with benefits? You didn’t know what to feel. “I don’t regret this Yun, I’m a little confused right now but maybe next time will help us figure out where we’re going.” His eyebrows raise and his cocky smile returns as he leans closer to you. “So there’s a next time?” He asks his tone slightly teasing as he wiggles his eyebrows at you, you give him a small laugh in responce as you lightly shove him away shaking your head jokingly at his eagerness.

[sucker-for-steven-with-v]

Babbling continues 6..👻

The first time you heard Steven saying I love you.

You were reading his favourite Egyptian history book and wanted to listen to his story again. So you asked him if he can tell you one of Amun-Raa's love story.

It was a bed time so you both settled into bed and he started the story telling. You loved his voice and the story that he iwas telling.

You were bit tired and sleepy but was so focused on Steven. You tried not to yawn. But you could not help it.

When you finally yawned and said sorry, Steven was smiling at you and put your hair behind the ears. You snuggled your face to his hand.

His hand was not soft but warm and making you feel safe.

"I love you, Y/N"

That was when he finally said I love you. The next day, you actually wrote a journal to express how happy you were to hear him saying love you.

When Marc said love you for a first time, you felt like you were walking on the moon. And it was kind of out of nowhere.

Whenever Marc was fronting you would enjoy movie time with him.

That day, you were watching Star wars with him. There were some funny scenes and you both were laughing.

After that, you wanted the snacks and asked him if he wanted any snacks.

That was when he said "I love you".

Maybe he was wanting you as a snack.

After hearing that, you couldn't move. You stared at him blankly.

"I wanted to say sooner. I mean I was feeling in that way quiet a lokg time ago. But it was hard.."

You didn't let him finish the sentence. You just kissed him, then he kissed you back.

Of course it was natural to move onto bed afterwards.

Lastly, there was Jake.

Technically, he was the one who asked you out first. He promised you that he would take you to a good steak place then did not turn up.

You were very annoyed but after seeing Steven not remebering, you gave a shot ahain by asking him out.

You liked them at first sight. They were a good looking, gentl and funny man. Who would not want him??

Anywho, he did not made his presence for few months. But after moving in with Steven, he showed up.

You knew he was not Steven or Marc.

He acted very casual around you, saying how he watched you being devoted to the this relationship. How much love that you are showing to Marc and Steven. How you are making home for them and making them feel safe.

So on that first day of showing himself to you, he took you out for a date and confessed the love that night.

It again led to sex and it was very different to Steben and Marc.

Frankly, you loved his eagerness.

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Now in your hospital bed, you were trying to hate Steven and Marc.

Jokes on you, your brain was reminding you of happy memories you had shared with them.

And you were crying because of those memories.

"Are you alright Babe?"

You did say to both of them to leave, but Frank came back.

"Frank.. my heart just aches so much. I don't know what to do.."

Frank hugged you and you cried in his arms.

"Do you still love that guy?"

You just nodded. Soaking his clothes with your tears.

"You should go.. Y/N. When you were taling to them, you were in pain but for the first time, I actually had seen something sparking in your eyes. I like you and maybe I even love you by now. But I want to see you be happy and I don't think I am the one who can make you happy. I think you need to try for the last time. As much as it pains me to say this, I think he loves you and most of all you still love him. But when your heart get shattered again, I will be there to pick up the pieces with you. And might even kill that guy for you."

Frank was kind of guy who does not say much but when he says he would be honest.

You cried out loud in his arms. Because you were feeling sorry for him. He was letting you go because he knew how you were feeling.

"Frank.."

"You don't have to say anything, Y/N. You have gifted me grateful times also you saved me few times too. So you don't have to feel sorry. Just be happy for me."

He held you in his arms like it was the last time. He kissed your forehead then kissed you softly one last time.

[bubble-summerdream]

Smutt

Oral, toy, cnc teases, didnt proof read, please type dom, female sub

Their first date was amazing! They spend the whole day talking to each other and slowly touching one another more and more until they were finally making out and and groping and griding into each other moaning into each others mouths'!!!  Until alast she had to leave.

When she arrived for their second date he placed a black box before her and she stared confused at him chuckling he slowly explained, "This is something youve been begging to have and now you can have it. It is already set up, changed, and ready for you. But if you take it i would like you to use it now, while we are together for as long as you are comfortable.  BUT You can take it and we can wait or we can wait until the next time i come out."

Anxiety, need, desire filled her and she asked after a deep breathe, "May i hear and see the app first?" Grinning he took her into his lap and explained the app and they turned it on and she listened as he played the with settings. Blushing she finally turned to him, kissed his cheek, and took the box to the restroom with her. Returning as red as she had been when she left tyey got into his truck. They then went over the setting while she was wearing it and he greedily listened to the noises she made as she began to suck his finger and kiss him, moaning into his mouth as he continued to tease her.

Panting she began to beg, "Lets just go back to your room please Daddy???" I dont wanna wait any longer, please!!!!" Chuckingly he said, "Im sorry Princess, but i promised to spoil and take care of you. We have plans already. Just remember your safeword if it becomes too much.... Do you remeber your safe word Princess?" He then increased the settings and her eyes dilated as she gripped his arm, smirking he continued, "Princess, what is your safe word?" He smiled watching her struggle and growing closer, and right as she turned and opened her mouth, he turned it to a hum. Before she could contain herself a half whine, half cry erupted from her chest. Embarrassed her hands flew to her mouth and she hid her red face. "Im sorry Princess, but if you cant handle to toy and focus maybe we should try again next time?" Her eyes shot to him and his adorable grin met her as he winked.

Pulling herself back together she straightened, "Beetlejuice, Daddy."

"Good girl," and a forehead kiss as she tried to pout, fighting a grin of her own. "Would you like to continue as go about our day or would you like me to not use the toy as much?" He full on chuckled as he continued teasing her, "Youre rules remember?"

Annoyed at herself, but scared of old patterns she slowly took a deep breathe. "I can handle it, but will use my safeword if needed. Please may we continue our day with it still?"

"Of course Princess, whatever you want." and another forehead kiss as they drive and he set it on a premade pattern, holding her hand as they drove. At each stop the pattern would change, as they got mani/pedis she worked hard not to moan aa he triumphantly watched her and they were spoiled together, back in the car and back to the car pattern. As they drove she took his hand from hers it placed it between her thighs as she began to grind into his hand finishes and hearing him moan as she mess made her shorts and his hand!

Panting she turned and begged him to slow or change it as she was sensitive. Grinning he asked, "What if I told you no?" And as he expected her eye diluted and his own cock thobbed, and she blushed and turned away. Playfully he intesified the toy and watched her moan and turn to him with her cute pouty face, he chuckled then slowed the assult for the moment. Embarrassed at how much she was enjoying herself she did the only thing she could think of. Before he could react she had him in her mouth greedily licking his precum covered yummy cock moaning as she licked and sucked him clean. Driving he clicked on a preset mode as he drive and played with her hair. Moaning he pulled off the road and began to fuck her throat like the cock sleeve she was until he finished deep inside moaning her name!!!!

Giggling she slide into the middle still moaning and wiggling with the toy as he ordered her lunch. Pulling off she started to fuss that he had yet to eat when his handsome smile covered his face as he rearranged her and yanked her lace out of his way and removed the toy. Greedily devoured her core as she exploded under him!!! Cleaning himself and her up they went and snuggled at the park until it was time to depart until next time.

[secretbangtnn]

Best Of Me | One

Pairings : →ot7 x reader, poly!BTS x reader

Genre : → vampireau, yandere!au, age gap, gore, obsessive behavior, ddlg/caregiver, poly, fantasy, supernaturals

summary : It’s quite unusual to find a little baby on your doorstep, especially that their area was not of the poorest - you could say that a vampire town was efficient with money and snobby creatures. However over time the first idea of just giving back the little girl seems more and more radical and those moody vampires slowly start perceiving deeper feelings to human they even wanted to kill.

notes ~

So im not really as happy as i wanted to be with this chapter, but its the first one that i needed to translate. Suprisingly Its easier for me to write the whole thing myslef than translating it from my native language. + Remember to leave something and im happy to say that we can start an ask game with the characters from my books

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Surprisingly this day was awfully ugly for such a beautiful season. Heavy rain was falling on the ground creating the big sheets of wall with those millions droplets that practically covered the whole view outside of the freshly cleaned window.

Tired sigh pierced the quiet, as for the household members, house only causing the weird tension to increase that was there from the early morning. Dark hair of the boy moved with him, now facing the cold, wet window.

Hyung…” Groaned the boy crashing on the couch closing the eyes in the process a little frustrated. Walking just next to him, a little taller man with bright yellow hair, looked at the dark haired one with a tired stare.

“I don’t have time Jungkook, go torture Yoongi or something.” A snort came out of the older one after the not so innocent proposition, as he kept carrying the big basket full of clothes.

And again he was alone. The youngest of the brothers, being the one who never knew what to do with his free time, wandering in the halls and every couch he could spot in their cosy house. His dark chocolate hair falling on his face, a little too long for his liking, but he was too lazy to actually do something with them.

Again that not happy groan left his lips, and wriggling similar to a child that did not get a toy he wanted, in the end forcing him to sit on the couch with a big pout. It was not normal in this household, the whole quiet and calm act, especially considering the residents he shared the home with.

They are more similar to animals than gentelems that appreciate a quiet time. So the weird atmosphere was definitely an unsettling thing for the youngest.

Again looking at the dark view outside the window, he tried to see the cause of all of this. Completely as if something was meant to happen, like the quiet before the storm.

And let me tell you, Jungkooks 6th sense never fails. Just as he thought that maybe just maybe this time he was wrong, a ring echoed in the whole household.

“Someone is gonna open it?!” He shouted being too irritated to even do it himself, despite being the closest to the doors.

Of course, nobody answered. So angry he was at this moment he got up from a nice cozy couch and with heavy steps he came to the big chunk of the wood.

He opened the door not that gently, mumbling an annoyed “what?”

So how irritated he got when he saw nothing, a void, the same doorstep and gate that stood there everyday, now with a big wall of rain to spice up the view. He looked around, now a little confused, while thinking that maybe someone was in the mood for jokes. But how stupid the idea of that was when he remebered, that for his hundreds years of living in this world the first time that actually someone managed to make fun of him was today.

And oh god he started to get so pissed.

So imagine how shocked he was when just before he closed the door he heard a really unusual sound coming from his feets. Unhappy sobs rang in the quiet afternoon immediately attracting his attention.

The young vampire was more than shocked, looking at the child in the pille of pastel colored blankets. Small sobs now increased in a big crocodile's tears with disturbing sounds of the kids crying.

“”No, no, no, please be quiet, we don’t want to wake up the old, ugly, moody grandpa. do we?” He panicked, whispering the words to the child that now laid in his arms. He just prayed that the actual old vampire really didn't take up because of the cries.

As the kid started to calm down, he stared at it with an unreadable emotion. It was a weird feeling, holding the delicate creature in his arm, knowing that just one wrong move, and the child would never cry again.

So what was that feeling that stirred down his stomach as the little creature grabbed his finger with a big open mouth. The sick emotion only made him panic even more, while looking back inside the house.

He decidied,. Sneaking was nothing new for his ninja move, and he strongly believed in his skills of not getting caught with a surprise in his arms. In the end the spiderman socks were a good choice, as their soft material made nearly no sound on the floor.

His stress level went higher with each step that brought him closer to the room that he knew he could not miss. The sound of a knife and cutting rung in his ears is similar to the music in horror music he likes to watch, now making him understand a feeling of pure fear.

Eyes closed while praying that the blonde man won’t turn around catching him in his act. But how wrong he was to believe in such a miracle. Nothing and absolutely gets past Kim Seokjin.

“Jeon Jungkook…” He died, completely freezing in place. Not opening his eyes he waited thinking that maybe it was just his head messing with him, and the blonde boy never actually turned to him. “What have you done again. If I need to clean the mess once again from the ketchup, I'm not going to…”

And as Jungkook thought that nothing can go worse, the little chil laughed a happy giggle while making the grabby hands for his bracelet.

“Jungkook?...What exactly are you holding?” The question like a knife cutted the heavy atmosphere in half. The silence just after that louder than everything he has heard before. He was even sure that he felt his nonexisting heart stopping. “Did you fucking steall a child?! I can’t be…”

“No! It’s not like that I swear I found it on our doorstep.”

“Do you really think think I am that stupid? How even the child could just appear there hm? Rolled there or better flyed on its plush unicorn?”

“Hyung, please you are going to wake up others.” He didn’t even hesitate to beg, looking at the blonde with such terrified eyes. The child in his arms happily munching on his bracelet completely unaware of the tension.

“Why would I care about others! You brought a child Jungkook, how can i be calm!?”

Dark haired unconsciously looked around with gritted teeth, now just waiting for the rest to appear. And he did not need to wait long, as just after he looked back at the blonde, someone came from the other side of the kitchen door.

Tall man with peachy hair and raspy voice, trying to get rid of the rest of his sleep, now scratching his head with confused expressions. Who wouldn’t be confused in this place, seeing a literal child in a house full of old vampires.

“What is this mess all about? You know what hour it is?” Said the tallest one. Blondie one only snorted as if offended while crossing his arms. “What?”

“Nothing.” Oldest mumbled irritated. The tallest only raised his brow, and repeated the question once again. Jungkook being now forgotten with the child trying to catch his attention with little sounds. “You dare to remind me of the hour?! Do you know how many nights I didn’t sleep because of you! If I just could silence you for good, you would have long ago ended like the voldemort, yes i'm talking about that nose of yours”

The taller one immediately touched his nose gasping not believing in what he just heard, now trying to silently disappear from the harash stare of his older brother.

As the peach hired one hid behind a counter, the attention now came back to the snaking Jungkook. More pairs of footsteps rang in the quietness of the home, slowly showing other people.

“Jin-hyung is angry again? What happened I want to see.” Announced the newcomer, sliding on his perfectly white socks.

“Who is angry here?! You want to see how angry I can be you...you…”

“You silly goose?”

“No that's to lame.”

“Dipshit?”

“You dipshit! Thank you Namjoon.” He finished with a red face. The newcomer only rolled his eyes, while making the shortest of the brothers that came with him laugh.

“Since everyone is here…” The tallest started.

“Wait, where is Yoongi.” Asked the red haired one, while leaning on the counter with a mysteriously made coffee.

“Here.” All of them shouted, hearing the sudden voice, and seeing the new person that appeared with a lightning of thunder. “So what’s this mess about?”

Everyone in the room simultaneously looked at the dark haired boy that immediately stopped in his tracks hoping for some power that could help him disappear. All the eyes slowly drifted down his arms, now staring at a bundle of blankets that started to move as if it knew of the attention.

“What is that?” Asked the tallest looking straight at the irritated blonde.

“Don’t ask me, I’m not the one that gives such a stupid example, making those idiots steal children.”

The kitchen is now again quiet, all the eyes on the little creature in the arms of the youngest. Only sound now being the child starting to sob again, making everyone tense.

“Shut it up you morons.” Said second oldest, annoyed at the loud cries. The blonde didn’t waste time, knowing how bad noise is for the black haired. Small body now shuddering because of the sobbing making the oldest coo at the little child.

His arms soon hold the bundle of blanket, trying to calm the kid down with his baby voice. It wasn’t hard to get lost in its eyes, them being mysterious and full of innocence, drawing up the blonde one. His big hand now on its red cheek, trying to feel the texture of the soft skin under his fingers.

And as the cries never happened, the child started giggling again trying to grab Seokjin hands with such a beautiful smile. It was a really soft sight to see making them all calm and giddy inside. But as the child opened its mouth Seokjin's smiles disappeared.

“What the matter?” Asked Namjoon a little bit taken aback by the change of his hyungs mood. The oldest only looked back at the rest of them with a terrified expression.

“It's a human.”

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Running In Circles - Chapter 1

Word Count: 3,196

Characters: Female Reader Rossi Character, Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Jennifer “JJ”Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, George Foyet, Multiple Unsubs and Victims

Story Description: (Y/N) Rossi is following in her father’s footsteps by joining the BAU team as a profiler. The girl genius knew almost everything but she could have never predicted falling for Aaron Hotchner, her boss and her father’s friend. in their world mutual feelings are not enough to push them together. Will all the adversities and obstacles they face pull them together or push them apart forever?

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Criminal Minds, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Jeff Davis and CBS Network. The only thing I own is Arden Rossi, any upcoming characters, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others' story line.

Chapter: 1/?

Chapter Description: (Y/N) remebers her first day in the job and recounts all the cases and events that led to the downfall of George Foyet. 

A/N: I decided to say fuck the anxiety of posting and put up my Aaron fanfiction. It’s been gathering dust in my documents folder and I love writing too much to keep it to myself. I’m not sure how many chapters this will have but there’s already 8 chapters all finished up. Soon I’ll be posting ff of all the fanfictions I enjoy also! If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 1

“Good morning, BAU!” I said as I walked through the doors of the elevator and entered the bullpen. I could still remember how it felt the first time I got here.

I walked out of the elevator and made my way to the first office on the left. I was to meet

SSA Aaron Hotchner for an interview to join the BAU. My hands were shaking, and my body was getting warmer by the second. But I remembered my father’s encouraging words. “You’re gonna do great, mia bella.”

Not only was I extremely young, but I also had a lot to live up to. Being the daughter of SSA David Stephen Rossi was no easy task. He was an amazing agent, mentor, and father. He always pushed me to be the best at everything I did. When I started high school, I decided to get a head start on my college studies and applied to dual enrollment. When I graduated I did so with a Bachelor’s in Computer Science. Then, I worked my way to a Master’s in Psychology and Social Work, and a Doctorate in Criminal Justice. At the same time, my father trained me as a profiler. All my life I knew I wanted to be in the FBI, just like him. I was always impressed at all he did and wanted to be just like my hero. The day I told him I had been recruited by the FBI and was set to work in the BAU he said it had been the greatest day of his life.

Now my shaking hand raised to softly knock on the door before me.

“Come in,” someone said from inside. The door softly creaked as I opened and was met by a tall man with dark hair and a shorter blonde woman. “Agent Rossi, welcome.”

“Thank you, it’s an honor to be here.” I smiled and shook Aaron Hotchner’s and Erin Strauss’ hands.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Agent Rossi,” Erin smiled. “Have to say, you have a very impressive curriculum and your disinvolvement in our past interviews and tests have been outstanding.”

I smiled and turned the bracelet on my wrist for comfort.

“I must concur with Chief Strauss,” said Hotch. “I believe you will be a great addition to the BAU team.”

After sharing a few pleasantries and being handed my badge and gun, I was following Hotch to the briefing room to meet the rest of the team. Formally, at least. I had heard everything about them when I spoke with my father. He left no detail out.

“Morning, everyone,” Hotchner started. “I called you all in early today so you could meet the newest addition to the team. This is Agent (y/n) Rossi.”

To the sound of my name most of the mouths in the room dropped.

“Rossi, as in David Rossi?” The slender, messy haired agent said. I could only assume that was Spencer Reid. As my father had described him, a curly mess dressed in vests.

I nodded.

“Rossi, you didn’t tell us you had such a beautiful daughter.” That would be Derek Morgan. The hottie Casanova with a silver tongue.

“I hadn’t?” My father questioned and smirked, knowing full well the answer.

“Well, he’s talked a lot about all of you,” I smiled.

“All good things I hope,” Emily smiled.

“Great things,” I returned the smile. “I could probably make out who is who by the things he’s told me.”

“Go ahead,” Aaron challenged.

“Alright,” I cleared my throat and started going around the table. “Curly hair, vests, analyzing everything I’ve done and said since I walked in… you’re Spencer Reid.”

He smiled brightly.

“Tall, dark, handsome, and a silver tongue. Plus, you checked me out as soon as the doors of the elevator opened… Derek Morgan.”

He smirked.

“Calm, cool, and collected. Quiet but present, inspecting my presence here… you’re Emily Prentiss.”

“She’s good,” Emily muttered to Morgan beside her. I continued.

“And last but not least, bright colors, fun accessories,” I said looking at Garcia. “Even though you’re smiling, you’re not sure about me yet because you don’t like change and are probably going to dig up everything you can on me as soon as you can… Penelope Garcia.”

She stiffened and Derek chuckled.

“Don’t worry, I get it. I do not like change that much either. And here,” I reached my hand into my bag to pull out a rather thick folder. “I’ll save you the work. Background check, complete internet history, social medias, and all the whatnots you would need to build a very extensive profile.”

“Oh, thank you,” she reached out her hand and grabbed the folder, smiling at the floor.

“And well, I already know Agent Hotchner and my father, so they don’t need much of an introduction.”

“No, but you do,” my father said joining my side. “Tell them a bit about yourself.”

“Well, I have a bachelor, two masters, and a doctorate degree: I’m 23, I’m Rossi’s daughter…” In the middle of my thought process dad cut in.

“She’s beautiful, she’s intelligent, and she’s the one I call when I’m stuck on a case.” I smiled.

“She also passed every test with flying colors,” Aaron added. “And her profiling skills are exceptional.”

“Thank you,” I blushed. “I think it runs in my blood.”

“Well, welcome to the team,” Aaron continued. “Let’s get to work.”

That was almost three years ago. A couple of days after, I met JJ who had visited with her newborn son Henry.

In very little time I had grown attached to this family. I was most of the time partnered with Spence and we developed an amazing bond. It did help that I loved playing chess and we could have highly erudite talks. Also, I very much enjoyed his over sharing of facts. But really, I was close to them all. On my spare time I was found watching movies with Derek and Penny, perusing book shops with Reid, having girl nights with JJ, Penny, and Emily, or sipping on top grade scotch while finishing paperwork with Hotch.

Spending time with Hotch was my favorite pastime of all.

I realized I had developed feelings for him the day he was captured by Foyet and left at the hospital. Receiving the call from Emily that she had found blood at his apartment literally knocked the air out of my lungs. Reid could tell that my reaction would not have been the same where it had been any of the other members. For some time, he had deduced my attraction to our unit chief. Once we had captured Patrick Meyers and Reid had been sent off to a hospital, we sped off to St. Sebastian Hospital. I could feel my heartbeat going faster and faster as I felt time slipping by. More than once I had asked Morgan to go faster and with sorry eyes, he told me he was going as fast as he could.

Seeing Hotch on a hospital bed, greatly hurt, broke me. I knew everyone on the team, just like Reid, had figured it out. I was the first one in when the doctor announced he was waking up. His eyes fluttered open as JJ, the last one to enter, made it in.

“Where am I?” He groggily asked.

“In the hospital,” dad answered.

My eyes could not leave his face, even as all I wanted was to imagine him in a different state. Derek told him how he made it to the hospital and Emily asked Hotch what had happened. Closing his eyes, Hotch explained step by step how everything had gone down. Upon more investigation, we quickly figured what Foyet had taken and, a page from his planner that held his ex-wife’s and son’s current address and a picture of them, respectively.

Once we had that information, the team knew exactly what to do. Emily and I volunteered to stay behind and update the team if anything changed. As soon as he went to sleep, we let out a locked breath. But the relief was short lived as his pulse started to get exceedingly fast.

“What happened?” The doctor asked.

“I don’t know,” I croakily muttered out. Emily put a hand on my back as I softly touched his arm.

“Agent Hotchner. Can you hear me?” The doctor called out. “Agent Hotchner?”

He finally opened his eyes and responded. “I’m okay.”  

The doctor asked us out of the room as she checked on him and Emily helped stabilize my walk as we made it out. I saw the doctor and a nurse check him as I picked the skin of the thumb of my right hand. Emily noticed and grabbed it, knowing well of my nervous ticks. The other being closing my fist hard enough to dig my nails in it.

“He’ll be okay,” she smiled. “You know he’s a fighter.”

I softly smiled at her, not knowing if she said it for me or for her to believe it too.

Once we knew Haley and Jack were safe the three of us let out a relieved sigh. Hotch squeezed the hand I had been holding as he slept, needing the reassurance of a trusted presence next to him. He asked Emily about the scene at his apartment, but she could not give him definite answers. In a moment of silence, she excused herself to go buy coffee and I took this chance to ask him what had been going through my head.

“Do you wanna talk about what happened?” I asked worry evident in my eyes.

Sighing, he responded. “I don’t know. After he stabbed me the first time, it all goes blank.”

He looked straight into my eyes and I could tell he knew more than he let on, but now was not the time to push him. He had been drained: physically, emotionally, and mentally. In that moment, Haley walked in and I let go of his hand to leave them to talk. From outside of the room, I could hear the heartbreaking moment and knowing he was in pain shattered my heart. That day had absolutely devastated us as a team, but it only made us more determined to find Foyet and end him.

But life and work went on. The whole month he was off, I spent most of my free time helping in his recovery and his healing, using the little training I had in wound treatment. The other part of my time I spent with Reid, who was also in recovery. A far less pressing injury, but an injury, nonetheless. And he was my best friend, so I could not completely abandon him.  

We were all worried about him coming back to the team with Foyet still out there, but dad reassured us he would only be more motivated. Yet the first case back, he was different. He was usually professional and understanding, now it seemed that no matter how well we worked, we would make a mistake. And when we finally tracked down the unsub and he made his way inside the house, no vest, and no gun, I knew there was something different in him. I tried to follow him inside, but dad stopped me.

“We have to trust him,” he told me. Even with those words we were all unsure of the outcome. My head was working 1,000 miles a minute coming up with different ways this could all end up in, and when I heard the gunshots, my mind only went to the darkest end. Quickly we stormed in the house and saw Hotch putting handcuffs on Darrin, and a very dead Jarvis on a recliner.  

My father spent most of his time with me reassuring me that Hotch was still the same man he had been a month before. And I spent most of my time with Hotch reassuring him that he was not alone.

At the end of most cases Emily, dad, and I sat with Hotch in his office to drink a cup of scotch and unwind after a stressful day. I stayed nights overtime often and was there on the night that Strauss had landed a surprise visit to his office. The next day he became hyper focused on Derek’s work, which later he revealed to me the reason why. The bureau was questioning his leadership and he meant to step down as unit chief at the end of that week. This ended with Derek becoming active unit chief whilst Hotch was being investigated.

The days that followed were quite strange. We were used to taking orders from Hotch and now taking orders from Morgan was completely different. But business went on as usual. We worked on cases just as hard and solved them just as efficiently. With one case always hanging on us like a dark cloud. George Foyet. With every case we finished we knew he was still out there, which meant that Hotch was still hurting and hunting.  

But the dreaded day had caught up to us. With the last case we had been on in Hampton we knew Foyet had found Hotch. He was taunting Hotch, dangling his life in front of him. Once he had sent us that calling card, we pressed harder on our investigation, pulling at whatever string we could find.

Thankfully, JJ pulled our medication string harder when she found out about the ability to substitute prescriptions with over-the-counter meds. We worked tirelessly and strongly to shorten the investigation part of this case. We needed to catch him, fast.

“Wait a minute, guys. Foyet likes things that have meaning to him,” I said looking at the map presented in front of us. I could see that Reid knew where I was going.

“The eye of providence, the addresses in blood he wrote on the bus that led back to him,” Spence added, and I nodded.

“Maybe he’s doing the same with his name,” I said as Reid wrote down George Foyet on the board.

“Like an anagram or something,” Emily chimed. Quickly, Reid got to work on the theory crossing out and circling letters. Adding ‘The Reaper’ onto the board and utilizing it, once Hotch had pointed out Foyet gave himself that name. He kept up this process until the name Peter Rhea came to existence.

Garcia tracked down the name and quickly found an address in Arlington. We had found him, but it was just too easy.

We were waiting outside of the apartment building for too long, waiting for something, anything. Once Morgan had given his orders, the plan was set in motion. Still, something in the back of my mind kept telling me it was too easy. We stormed the empty apartment and searched for anything that would help us find his actual location. His computer was quickly deleting files, but Garcia was better. Haley’s protection unit was in trouble.

As soon as it clicked, we were on our way to the stash house. Inside the house Marshal Sam Kassmeyer was hurt, losing blood quickly. With the little he was able to tell us we knew that Haley and Jack were in danger. Sam had not told Foyet anything, but George was smart, unfortunately. He had disguised himself as a Marshal and lied to Haley to get her where he needed her. Only him had communication with her. Everyone was on edge wanting nothing more than to find this man.

In the office we heard Hotch’s conversation with Foyet. He was working hard to buy some time for us to find him but knowing George he already had a plan set in motion. He had eyes on the pair, he was with them. I could only imagine what Hotch was going through.

“Alright, Foyet has to be in control,” Derek said, breaking me out of my thoughts. “He had Haley come to him.”

“Yeah, but where would he take her?” Spencer asked. We all started thinking and speculating. There was something in the call that told Hotch where to go. That was the key.

“Reid, what did he say, exactly?” I emphasized on the last word.

“Haley’s hair looks good dark. She’s lost some weight. It must be because of all the stress you caused her. Where’s the little man? Oh, there he is now. Do you think he likes Captain America because of you? That’s your wife on the other line. Hold, please. Hi. Open the gate and I’ll drive in.” Spencer recited in a monotone voice.

“Open the gate?” My father questioned.

“It would be someplace with the biggest emotional impact for Hotch,” I said looking down to organize my thoughts.

“And Haley has access to the gate,” Derek added, and it clicked.

“Their house,” I said. “Where they lived together.”

“Of course,” Emily said. “Foyet planned this all the way to the end. It’s everything to him.”

“He wants to take over Hotch’s house, to be in control, to prove his dominance,” I finished. We knew where he was going, and I was sure Hotch knew too and was already on his way.

On the way, Hotch got a call from Foyet’s phone. It was Hayley. I heard the emotion grabbing him by the throat. We could hear the whole conversation and my heart broke when he asked Hayley the magic words.

“Tell Jack that I need him working on the case,” Hotch breathed out. One drunken night he had told me about how he had found Jack inside a storage bench in his office after he had knocked on it. The smiling kid had told his father that he was working the case with Hotch. Hotch knew what was going to happen and so did I. This was the best chance Jack had at survival.

When Hotch told Jack to hug his mom and he said I love you, I let out a loud sob and Emily grabbed my hand tightly for support. But I was not the one that need the care. Hotch did. Haley’s words would forever be engraved in my head, and in the heads of our friends.

Three gunshots rang through the line right before it cut. Then I could not hold back the tears. I knew. I just knew.

Hotch was the first one on the scene and all I thought of was that he did not have a vest or any backup, so god knows what could have happened. For the second time in a matter of months all I could ask for was that Morgan drove faster.

At the house, Morgan was the first one in and the scene that unfolded in front of us was heartbreaking. Hotch was hitting Foyet over and over, and Derek had to hold him back. He was dead. I surveyed the scene and instinctively went to Hotch’s office, Hotch following close behind. Jack had to be there. I let Hotch walk past me and watched as relief overtook him when he lifted the lid.

“I work the case, daddy,” Jack said. Unbeknownst to everything that had happened. “Just like you said.”

“You did a great job buddy,” Hotch lifted his son out of the bench.

“What happened to you, daddy?”

“I’m okay. I want you to go outside with Ms. Jareau. Ok?” The child walked to JJ and she took him out in her arms.

And Hotch let go. He silently cried and I helped him make his way to where Haley laid. I stood by the door and turned away a police officer. Morgan stood up and squeezed my shoulder as he left the room behind the officer. I stayed outside of the doorframe, listening to the sobs of a strong man.

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[herwritingartcowboy]

StoryTeller

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Fandom: Black Clover

Character(s): Lemiel

Readers Gender: Gn

Warning(s): 

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You were a personal maid for Tetia ever since you were both young. You remember meeting the young Lemiel. You were washing dishes when the prince walked in and when he first met you he fell in love.

You were always dragged around by him. You remember how you both would go on walks together.  But you always remember you can’t love a royal, you are nothing but a servant,maid, a commoner, how can you be with him.

But he didn’t care which surprised you, “I don’t care Y/n  i love you no matter what and no matter what your mine” “I love you too my prince”. 

Of course rumors were going around and it was weird being looked at but you didn’t care. Meeting the elves was fun and you and Tetia would just talk about Licht and Lemiel for hours. 

“So you watch me sleep” “Hey you weren’t supposed to hear that” “But i must say thank you but you are the most beautiful thing in this world” “Lemiel” “Come on now let me go show you my newest idea”.

One day a couple of elves called you over wanting to play with magic together. You did but they asked you, “Hey Y/n want to train together”. You have never trained before but it sounded fun. 

You ended up with cuts and bruises and Lemiel begged you not to do it again. 

“N/n please never do that again what if you got badly injured” “I know Lemiel i’m sorry” “Don’t apologize just come here”. Lemiel held you in his arms as you both stood there for the whole time.

But as you trained you asked the elves why they did it.  “To protect the ones I love”, you had to be there with Lemiel. You were still guilty about how you couldn’t really do much with helping Tetia.

“Y/n stand back” “But what if-” “I got this Y/n”, you watched with fear in your eyes but it all went away seeing the three were safe. “Lemiel, Tetia are you guys okay” “We're fine Y/n”.

For time learned how to use a sword and the cleaning skills and other skills you had helped a lot.  

You were helping cook a meal for the family as when you called over Tetia she came over to hug you. “Woah Tetia you alright” “Would you want to be a bridesmaid” “Wait don’t tell me” “Yes!”. 

“So my sister told you the news” “Yep i can’t wait i’m so happy for them” “Don’t worry Y/n are wedding will come soon enough”

“So you're going to be a bridesmaid weak” “F/n don’t be rude i’m glad to be one” “Just saying but hey save me some cake” “I thought you were going to go?” “Nope got stuff to do” “Don’t tell me still nervous to be next to Secre” “No i just don’t want to go and hey you know i love you more” “Awe but you're still so young” “F-off”.

“Hey i know you're excited but let me finish” “Okay, okay i will just i’m excited” “I know but tell me do you look great or do you look great” “Thanks Y/n” “Now come on i’ll be outside waiting for you”.

You were happy for Tetia soon that will be walking down an aisle as Lemiel stood there waiting for you. It made you smile. Soon you will have your own kids and you and Lemiel can live happily ever after. 

But you spoke too soon, an attack came on. Everyone was attacked as you tried to look for Lemiel. Then your eyes soon met with seeing Tetias injured body you knew she can die so came to her side as Secre did. You told Secre to go help Lemiel with the giant demon as you stood with Tetia.

She survived and one of the twins survived. The news hit you that Lemiel and Secre didn’t survive and that they had died. You remeber you looking for him and him holding you in his arms but the giant demon was causing chaos but it felt like time stopped when he looked into your eyes as he smiled kissing your forehead. “I promise Y/n i’ll return ''.

But he never did with a broken you had spent two years trying but you made sure his story became a legend as you would tell his story out even writing it down.

After those two year it was said you had died of a broken heart and that on your deathbed you were speaking of the fond memories you had with your lover.

-“Lemiel wait up” “Come on Y/n well miss the butterfly”

-“Y/n teach me how to bake sugar cookies” “Okay now go give me the book”. “I told you no tasting the dough” “I’m sorry Y/n” “Tetia don’t eat it either”.

-”You know how I knew I was going to get poisoned” “Don’t worry Y/n i’ll find out who did this to you” “Don’t at least not now” “Of course”.

-“You know Lemiel I'm going to put a ring on that finger before you know it” “What I'm sorry I couldn't hear you” “Oh nothing”. Lemiel smiled he can’t wait to marry you.

-”How many kids would you want?” “As many as you want my prince” “Okay a hundred” “Nevermind just two or three” “I’m just kidding now names”.

Your story was never as famous as his was but  you were there,you were known as the storyteller, the one who brought up his story. But it soon turned into nothing but fog as the years went on as the thought of you passed by everyone's minds. But after your death many hoped in your next life you would be able to be happy.

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[wonderwomanfantasy]

Haikyuu bottoms

Y’all really feeding me this week with subby boy head cannons I’m here for it. 

Tsukishima, Bokuto, Oikawa, Goshiki 

Tsukishima

-I see a lot of hard dom headcanons for tsuki, which is fine, but I think it would be a shame to waste all of the brat energy this boy has

-Yes he is tall and strong and mean

-but there is nothing more satisfying then seeing hm broken

- imagine him crying and shaking promissing to be a good boy for you 

-Imagine him begging you to go slower while you pound his ass

-imagine edgeing him over and over agian until his cock is throbing and aching and he’s swearing up and down that he will do anything you want if you just let him cum

-Now that’s some good fucking food

-Tsuki is a brat and just doesn’t know it, He thinks he should be incharge in the bedroom cus well, he’s the man 

-but you aren’t having none of that shit. 

-He gets very frustrated when you have him tied to the bed and won’t listen to what he’s telling you to do

-but when he finally lets go? lets you bring him to pleasure the way you want to?

-Its a whole new world and Tuskishima doesn’t want to ever bother topping agin. 

-Not that he lets you know that lmao

-you’re going to have to work for it every single time but tbh that’s part of the fun

-when you ask to peg him you get a very Tsukishima response 

- “oh? you think you can?”

-which is his way of saying yes please mommy

-He keeps on insisting that you would be a shitty top with a weak stroke game 

-jokes on him when the strap comes in the mail

-He ends up coming like seven times lmao you know how to overstim this bitch

-Slowly you pull back before sinking the toy back inside of him, the tight ring of muscle giving way under your thrusts. 

-“So, still think I can’t top for shit?”

-”F-Fuck off,”

-His face is so red and He’s clutching your hand while you fuck him, needing that small bit of comfort.  

-”that’s not very nice Kei, you know bad boys don’t get to cum”

-you angel your hips, nuding the silcone cockhead against his prostate and suddenly he's screaming, not caring who hears

-”I’m Sorry! it feels so good, so good Mommy please let me cum”

-theres already a mess of sweat and semen on his stoumach but his cock is so hard you can tell he needs anouther release and really who are you to deny him?

-Idk it just feels like he’s waisted as a top.

Oikawa

-Again I see a lot of hard dom Oikawa stuff and like.... In what fucking world.

-look at him and tell me he’s a top, you can’t

-anyways Oikawa likes it when you step on his throat and spit in his mouth. 

-brake his nose and lick up the blood

-He likes being your little bunny slut and will wear the ears and tail for you

-Oikawa thinks he’s a brat and in day to day life he sure is a little shit

-But the second you hit him with the good old “what the fuck did you just say to me?”

-it all crumbles and he’s back to being a soft sub following your rules to the letter

-He’s also very open about liking things up his ass

-Usally it’s his cute little tail plug but he’s not afraid to switch it up

-vibrators, anal beeds, fingers you name it

-ooo fun date idea: Make him masterbate for you, one hand around his cock the other three knucles deep in his ass

-very cute uwu

- So anyways he doesn’t have a problem with pegging

-in fact he probably brought it up

-and by brought it up I mean whined that he didn’t feel full enough with his old toys and wanted something new

-He gets into it 

-makes eye contact while you while he drools on the strap his hands gripping your thighs. 

- I should have brought it up sooner but he’s a LOUD bitch especally when you start fucking him

- “Oh fuck Mommy please go faster” He moans backing his hips up

-you spank him and scoff

- “slow down you slut you’re going to hurt yourself,”

-He barley let you streach him out before sliding the toy inside of him he’s just so desprate for you to fuck him

- “S-Sorry It just feels so good,”

-he in fact is not sorry. not even a little bit and keeps fucking himself against your hips 

-You have to pin him down to the bed to make him stop

-He doesn’t mean to be disobedent he’s just needy     

-Don’t think that he’s going to be satisfied once you start moving either

-Your slutty little bunny stays greedy always begging you for more. 

Bokuto

-do I think Bokuto is a bottom? not really. 

-Do I want to peg him? yeah <3

-I mean how could you not? look at that ass

-Another one who thinks he has to top because he’s the guy

-Big Service top energy, where you’re technaclly ordering him around but he’s doing all the work.

- At the end of the day he’s just a giant puppy who lives to please

-He will go along with anything you want to do

-A personal favorate bottom move of his is when you ride his face

-He hooks his arms around your thighs and keeps you locked against his mouth while he drowns in your pussy

-you know that video of a cow dunking his whole head in a bucket of milk? boktou with your pussy

-all this to say he almost doesn’t even notice when you start domming him

-Not until someone asks who wears the pants in the relationship

-At first he’s like “me obviously” then he remebers that you lead him around on a leash lastnight while he begged you to let him eat you out so like...

-MAYBE he’s a bottom

- but only for you tho >:(

-It’s kind of the same way with Pegging 

-you just slowly start working your fingers inside of him during sex then toys 

-then you’re lubing up the strap of the first time and he’s like ????

-How the fuck did I get here?

-Not that he’s complaining...

-It feels so good wheny ou fuck him and that’s what sex is about right? making eachother feel good right?

- “Can I have a kiss?” he asked sweetly his arms wrapped around the back of your neck

-He was on his back and you pressing his thighs to his chest while you steadily pumped your cock inside of him

- “of course baby,” you lean down and let him claim your mouth

-He’s always so passionate when he kisses you, theres also so much tounge as Bokutou tries to show how much he loves you with just kisses

-You reach between your bodies and start pumping his cock and almost instantly he cums.

- “F-Fuck babe I’m sorry It just felt good,” he whinned 

-but you assure him that it’s fine and he asks “so that means we can keep going right?”

-”of course baby”

Goshiki

- please I love him so much

-He likes kissing

-He likes it when you suck on his tounge and pull him in your lap 

- and when you start touching him.

-Touching his hair and his chest, and the back of his neck

-He likes it when you’re making out and you take his hand and guide it to your wet pussy so he knows it’s okay to start petting your wet cunt

-He really has no choice but to start humping your leg when you makeout with him

-You like kissing Goshiki too

-He gets so lost in it that the moment he starts dragging his hips back anf forth along your leg you know how it will end

-It ends with him cumming in his pants 

-You live to humiliate him and he looks so perfect when he realizes that he just made a mess right infront of you

-so embaressed, so cute

-of course he lets you take off his pants and underwear so you can wash them for him

-then he’s just standing there awkwardly covering himself with his hands

-what? it’s not like you have clothes for him

-unless he wants to put on a pair of your lacy black panties and a skirt of yours...

-Goshiki is a follower in the bedroom

-if you push his face into your pussy he’ll eat you out no questions asked

-and if you say you want to peg him... well

-He will enthusastically agree then ask you what the fuck pegging is

-and when you explained what it was he’ll hestiantly go along with it

-After all he trusts you, you wouldn’t hurt him... right?

- “you’re taking it so well Gosh, I’m so proud of you,” you purred kissing his neck. 

-His chest swells, this is really all he wants, for you to be proud of him.

- “does it feel good?” you ask and he nods

- “yes It feels really good, please keep going I can take more,”

-”are you sure babe?” your lips still trailing over his neck

- he needs more, more of your cock more of your praise more of your kisses

- “Okay baby I’ll give you some more, you’re doing so well,”

[shawty-writes-a-little]

Note: it’s two am and I’ve school tomorrow and it’s my first one shot and I’m a shite writer AND yes that’s it I’m a shite writer bare with me :)

Summary: Cooking with Aleksander

Warnings: nothing just fluff

The evening was just setting in while you were just walking the corridors of the palace on your way back to your chambers after a long day at training. Aleksander’s footsteps followed you from when you walked through the chandelier room and before you could notice he gave a small tap on your shoulder almost jump-scaring you.

“Saints” you sighed in relief “you almost scared me!” you finished.

“My bad.” He said looking back at your with a huge grin on his face. Not a usual one. He looked really contented behind it.

“Someone’s in a good mood” you said raising your brows at him joyfully.

“Theres something I need to show you!” He said grabbing your wrist almost walking too fast for you to keep up. He sure was too excited about whatever he’d meaning to show you.

“Where are we going?” You asked as he just shot back a mischievous smile in reply.

He stopped by the kitchen doors taking the both of you in, there was no one there and he looked at you to see your reaction about it. You weren’t amused. He’d been giving small boyish grins the whole time for the kitchen?

“So?” He asked breaking the silence.

You were not sure what to be excited for “it—it’s the kitchen.”

“Yes!” He looked at you still just as excited though you were confused.

“And what about it—I’ve seen the place kitchen before” you said with an blank huff.

“There’s no one here.....”

You didn’t get what he was trying to imply though you mind went to one place “Aleksander! This is a kitchen—they make food here-the food we eat”

“W-what? Whatever do you mean?” He paused when he got what you thought he meant “wait no y/n—get your mind out of the gutter that’s now why I brought you here.”

“Then?”

“Well we have our own chambers for that if you don’t mi—”

“Aleksander!” You cut him off.

“Yeah i brought you here so we can spend the evening together cooking!”

“Cooking?”

“Yes off course! Remember when you were new here and you were asked about your hobbies and you said cooking.”

“Oh wow did I now?”

“Yeah I thought it’d be nice since we haven’t had a chance to spend some time together since the council meetings, that’s why I got the everyone to evacuate the kitchen so it’s just me and you”

You were really amazed by him even remembering something you’d told him long ago “Aleksander—that’s-really sweet.” You stepped closer giving him a soft peck and when you pulled away he pulled you back in kissing you more.

“Let’s start cooking then” he said waking towards the knives shelf and handed you one of it and à tomato. “You can start off by cutting them. Be careful don’t cut yourself though”

“Obviously not it’s me hoby remeber!” You made that joke to yourself since it’s not your hobby.

When you started cutting it the tomato kept going side to side like a game from the chopping board and you tried to make it still holding the knife like a pen. You tried to slice it forcefully and it just squished and flattened on the board. (The amount of times this has happened to me I swear—)

Aleksander looked at you playing tug of war with the tomato and couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “Everything alright there?”

“Y-yeah—i think maybe the grip of this knife is quite-blunt.”

He walked over to you to find you holding the knife as we you were to carve on the tomato. He let out a slight laugh and got behind you wrapping his arms around yours and changing your grip on the knife. He placed his fingers around yours holding the knife and made two cuts through the tomato “see that’s how it’s done” he said as his face was almost by your shoulders.

You pulled away trying to make it seem as if you did know that already. “Hah I did knew that-just a lack of practise you know?”

He Hummed in reply “Now you can go watch the soup I got this here.”

***

He walked over to you where you were almost done with the soup and raised his brows to try and ask to taste it. You took a spoon, close to your lips blowing on it a few times to make sure it wasn’t too hot and brought it close to his lips. He tasted it and frowned so hard trying to hold the soup in his mouth. Must’ve not tasted good then.

“What happened? I did just watch it!”

“It tastes—weird?”

“Wh-how? I even added sugar” you asked disappointed.

“You? You added sugar?”

You nodded defensively to show you did do good on your part.

“Y/n, dear—you don’t need to add sugar in a soup.”

“Huh? Ummm—you sure?”

“Y/n—yes obviously, maybe a hint for taste for much did you add?”

“Well—3 spoons?”

He sighed playfully smiling back at you and asked “do you really enjoy cooking?”

“Yes of course I do!”

“But you don’t know cooking?”

“That’s a different case” you said looking around the room.

He burst into laughter. Genuine laughter. Tonight it annoyed you that was laughing at your cooking skills. Laughing had always looked good on him.

“Alright fine! I don’t “know” cooking and I must’ve said it’s my hobby because nothing else didn’t come to my mind”

He finally relived audibly and brought you closer to his chest by your hands. “Ah my sweet sweet y/n if you didn’t exactly know how to cook guy could’ve just said that in the first place.”

“You were really happy about this I didn’t want to upset you.”

“Well you wouldn’t have-now how about you can watch me cook and we can both eat by the balcony in our chambers with a glass of wine hmm?”

“Are you sure you don’t need my help—”

He cut you off kissing you and said “No-no-I for one really don’t need your help-who knows we might end up cooking till dawn?”

You rolled your eyes as he chuckled slightly.

*NOT MY GIF*