#you haven't stopped! why would you shift?! you don't go faster by throwing it in fourth because you're losing an argument!

[penguinloki]

Weird pet peeve: sometimes fic authors want to have their character drive stick shift but then they say things like "shifting gears as they go down the highway" and I want to scream. You shift gears to get up to speed. If you're already speeding and have been for awhile, there is zero reason to shift gears. Please stop getting driving lessons from Vin Disel and friends.

[hotch-stufff]

I Promise to Never Let You Go

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings!: kissing, crying(happy tears), fluff, wedding, Jack being the cutest best man, but literally all fluff. In the flashbacks though. There are mentions of kidnapping, arguing, kissing, but mostly fluff in those too

Description: Yours and Aaron's wedding :)

A/n: I was in the mood to write something fluffy, so I figured why not go with a wedding. I absolutely love writing soft Hotch.

*italics are flashbacks*

-Masterlist-

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Your heart beat out of your chest. 

Your gown fluttered around your feet as you moved forward to wait for him.

You stood hesitantly before the door, you knew he would look amazing. You knew he would be standing there wearing that soft smile.

You pushed open the door and walked to him. He heard you coming and when you reached him you tapped his shoulder. He began turning slowly, and his breath hitched when he looked at you.

A tear filled his eye as he stared at awe at your floor length dress that fit you perfectly. He looked from the soft fabric of your viel to the uncomfortable heels he knew you would ditch the first chance you got.

He looked at your engagement ring, holding your hand in his. His eyes shifted to your lips, the sparkling pink gloss that adorned them. And then finally he looked deep into your eyes.

"You, you are breathtaking." He breathed. His voice was softer than you had ever heard it before. You smiled at him.

"And you, Mr. Hotchner, are so wonderfully handsome." He blushed at your words, he always did when you complimented him. He leaned towards you, pressing his forehead against your own.

"Are you ready for this?" He asked, as he cupped your face, rubbing his thumb soothingly against your cheek. You placed your hand on his, and smiled. You were more than ready.

"So ready." He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose.

"See you out there." He whispered, pulling away.

First kiss

"Thanks for the ride, Hotch." He looked over at you, smiling softly.

"Of course Y/l/n. Anytime." The car filled with awkward silence as you two sat there. But your eye contact never broke. It didn't even waver. You felt yourself leaning in slightly, but he turned away.

"Goodnight Y/l/n." His voice was hoarse and full of emotion. 

"Um, goodnight Hotch." You unbunckled your seat belt and slid out of the car, shutting the door behind you. 

Why were you filled with such a sense of disappointment? What were you expecting?

He watched you as you walked through your door, and he waited until you turned out the lights.

He should have kissed you. 

But he didn't know how you felt.

He couldn't see you peeking out your window, thinking the same thoughts.

He should have kissed you.

He turned off the car, ran through the yard, stepped on your front porch.

Before he could knock, you turned on the light, and opened the front door.

And he kissed you.

And now that he kissed you, he never wanted to stop.

The guests were waiting, and Aaron stood at the end of the aisle. His son stood next to him, and he glanced up at his dad. 

"Daddy?" Aaron bent down so he could be eye level with his son.

"What's up buddy?" He asked. Smiling at the boys crooked tie in his mini suit.

"Can, can I call Miss Y/n mama now? Cause you guys will be married?" The innocence of his son made Hotch's heart swell.

"Are you sure bud?" He nodded quickly.

"Yeah, mommy will always be mommy. But now I can have a mama too!" He was practically jumping up and down with excitement. 

"Of course Jack. If that's what you want." Hotch smiled before standing back up.

"Thanks daddy!" He wrapped his little arms around Hotch's legs, before standing back in his spot.

Meeting Jack

"Are you sure he will like me?" You asked, nervousness filling your voice. You were meeting Jack for the first time and you were terrified.

"Absolutely. He will love you, I promise." He squeezed your hand as he pulled into his driveway. "Are you ready?"

"I guess." Your voice shook as you stepped out of the car, and walked to Hotch's front door. He unlocked it and walked inside. 

"Hey Jess." He greeted the woman in the kitchen before going off to find his son.

"You must be Y/n!" Jess walks over and introduces herself.

"Yeah, that's me. It's so nice to meet you!" You went to shake her hand, but she quickly brought you into a hug.

"Jack is so excited to meet you." She says, which calms you immensely. 

"Really?" She nodded, and smiled softly at you. You were both quiet for a few moments before she spoke up again. "Thank you." You look at her confused. 

"What for?" You weren't expecting her next words.

"I haven't seen him this happy in a long time. So just, thank you." You smiled and looked down. Before you could say anything else, a little boy, the spitting image of Hotch, stood in the doorway. You looked over and walked towards the boy.

"Hi Jack. I'm Y/n." He squinted at you and looked you up and down. You began to grow nervous as your boyfriend walked up behind his son.

"Jack?" He asked, worried his son was upset.

"Spiderman or Batman?" He asked, still squinting. You held back a smile and a serious look adorned your face.

"Spiderman obviously." You say and Jack is quick to smile.

"Me too! I love Spiderman." Jack walked forward and grabbed your hand, going on and on about all his Spiderman toys as he led you to his toy room. Hotch smiled as he watched you, and his heart was overfilled with joy.

"Don't let her go Aaron." Jess whispers once Jack drags you out of earshot.

He just smiled and shook his head.

"I don't plan on it." And he walks back the hall to join you two.

The music starts and the people grow quiet. 

The doors open slowly, and the flower girl, one of your nieces, begins making her way down the aisle. Behind her is Henry, carrying the rings.

Hotch takes a deep breath before the bridesmaids begin emerging.

Each one wearing a different dress in the same color. Emily, and then Penelope, and then Jj.

The music changes and Hotch's heart stops.

He may have already seen you, but you look even more beautiful as you walk down the aisle. Your father holds on to your arm, whispering how happy for you he is the whole way.

But you can't take your eyes off of Aaron.

This was it.

You reach the end of the aisle, and your dad kisses your cheek gently.

He turned to Aaron.

"If you ever hurt her, I'll kill you." He threatened, an edge of humor in his voice.

"Yes sir. But I promise you, I won't ever hurt her." Was Aaron's response and you fell a little more in love with him.

You turned towards him, and he mouthed an i love you before the priest began speaking.

"We are gathered here today…"

First 'I love you'

His heart was bursting from his chest as he looked at the fear in your eyes. He wanted to look away. Because the fear scared him beyond believe, but he couldn't. Because if he looked away, he would see the gun pointed at your head, and the arm wrapped around your throat.

"Please." You begged. It had been 3 days since your disappearance. 3 long, insufferable days. 

They had finally found you, but this unsub was not giving in that easily.

"Shut up." He growled in your ear and you whimpered as his hold on your throat tightened.

"Just let her go." Aaron tried talking him down. "We don't want to hurt you, we just need you to let her go." He thought he was convincing, he thought he had you in his grasp.

But the unsub surprised everyone by turning his gun on Hotch. He waited a minute and then shot him. He fell back and hit the ground hard.

"No!" Your broken scream ripped through the air as the unsub released you. Derek shot him and you scrambled over to Aaron.

"Aaron, Aaron are you okay? Where is it?" You searched desperately for the wound, but didn't find one. You finally found the point of impact and it was just on his vest. You sighed in relief and your body sagged.

"It hit my vest. It just, knocked the wind out of me." He muttered, breathing heavily on the ground. He slowly stood up and you did as well. Before you could say anything else, he brought you into a bone crushing hug.

"I love you." Your voice wavered as you began sobbing into his chest. Neither of you had said those words yet, but you supposed it was time. He pulled you closer, if that was possible, and stroked your hair soothingly.

"I love you too sweetheart." He murmured. 

"About time!" Morgan yells across the room, and everyone chuckles.

You giggle softly and stare up at the love of your life.

"Well, I guess the secrets out." He says, his voice void of any sternness and a soft smile resting on his face. 

"Yeah." You muttered softly before lifting on your toes and kissing him desperately. 

"I have been told that the couple have prepared their own vows." The priest's voice booms from beside you. 

"Aaron?" Aaron pulls out his paper from his pocket, and stares deep into your eyes. He takes a deep breath before beginning. 

"Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, I love you. It took me a long time to realize and an even longer time to say it. But I do, I really love you. More than I have loved in my life. I remember the first time I had realized. We were on the plane and I was exhausted, refusing to sleep though. You stood up, only being on the team for about 4 months, and you walked to the kitchen. You came back with a cup of tea and you stole my file." People chuckled and you smiled at the memory.

"You told me, 'Hotch, if you don't sleep, I will throw you off this plane.' I thought you were kidding, but you had that look in your eyes, that little sparkle that I have come to love. And I just, I couldn't deny you anything. So I fell asleep and I woke up to all of my files being done.

I got home in time to tuck my son in that night. And, and I have never been more grateful for a person in my life Y/n. That was the moment I fell for you.

I fell faster than I have ever fallen in my life. You complete me. You are the missing piece that I have been looking for. And in this dark dark world we live in, you are the light that leads me through the days. I don't know where I would be, had I not met you.

I hope you know how much I love you. And how much my son loves you."

"I love you more than spiderman!" Jack yells from beside his dad and you let out a watery chuckle at his little outburst.

"More than Spiderman? Wow." Hotch responds as he continues, tears appearing in his eyes.

"You are incredible Y/n. And I can't imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else. You're it for me. I love you, forever. And I promise to never let you go. For as long as I may live." His voice was so full of emotion by the end of his speech that he had to take a moment to calm down before slipping your ring onto your finger.

"Y/n?" The priest asks you next.

You reach behind you and JJ hands you your vows. You open the paper and try to calm your breathing before you start.

"Aaron Christopher Hotchner, I love you. I feel like I haven't said those words enough. I love you more than anything in this world. You are the most incredible person that I know. You do so much for me and for Jack, and you make me complete.

It took me so long to finally break down those walls of yours, but I am so glad that I did. Because now, now I have the most amazing man in the world. Now I get to spend the rest of my life telling you how much I love you.

I still remember the first time we said those words. I don't think I could forget. You scared me so much and I was so worried I would never get this moment with you. 

But we're here, we made it through everything life has thrown at us. And I have no doubt that we will survive everything that life throws at us in the future. I will always be here, I will be here to fill your coffee, to hold you when you need to be held. To put a smile on your face if you need a light. I love you Aaron Hotchner." You stopped and bent down so you were eye level with Jack.

"And Jack, I love you little man. I always will, I promise." He leans forward and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

"I love you too mama." Your heart just about stops as you stand back up, tears filling your eyes. You look at Aaron and he is no better.

"I love you Aaron, and I promise to never let you go. For as long as I may live." You finish your vows and hold back a sob. You're just so damn happy with this man in front of you.

You slip his ring on his finger, and his hands grip your own as the priest continues. 

First Fight and Moving in Together

"Okay, what about a blue color?" You asked as you scanned the different paint shades. This was more difficult than you both had anticipated.

"What about grey?" He asked.

"Grey? That's too.. gloomy." You giggled at his furrowed brow.

"Gloomy?" His voice grew softer at your giggling. "Alright fine, how about a soft green." He suggested.

"Okay, now we're talking" you reached over and grabbed a grayish green and held it up for him to see. 

"I like it. It will look great with my couch." He says.

"Your couch? I thought we were keeping my couch?" You two really needed to sort out all the details. He had recently asked you to move in with him, and you were trying to pick out a paint color for the living room. 

"No, we are keeping your side table, not your couch." He muttered. 

"Fine, fine. But we are keeping my shelf right?" He looks bewildered for a moment.

"Where would we put it?" He asks. Honestly this was getting kind of frustrating. 

"I don't know. Okay, what about my chair?" He sighed tiredly. 

"Y/n, there isn't any space for it." You shook your head.

"Aaron, you can't expect me to just get rid of all my stuff." You stated. He heard the frustration in your voice, but continued anyway.

"Why not? The stuff in my place is fine." This probably wasn't the best place to have this conversation.

"Because Aaron, then we would just be living with your stuff. It wouldn't be our place, it would still be your place. Besides, my stuff is important to me. I cannot believe you think I should just get rid of all of it" You were beyond frustrated with the man in front of you.

"Sweetheart-" but you cut him off.

"You know what, it's been a long day, let's just head home." Maybe you were being dramatic, but he can't just expect you to get rid of everything.

The car ride was silent the entire way back to his house. Only when you pulled into the driveway did you realize it wasn't his house at all, it was yours.

"What are we doing here?" You asked.

"Lets go pick out some stuff for the house okay? For our house. I'm sure we can compromise on a few things. Your couch can even go into my office." He was trying really hard and you felt bad for being so stupid and dramatic. 

"I'm sorry. Thank you Aaron." You leaned over the console and kissed him. 

"I'm sorry too sweetheart. I love you." He whispered against your mouth. You pulled back to admire him.

"I love you too."

"Do you, Aaron Hotchner, take Y/n Y/l/n, to be your lawfully wedded wife, for as long as you both shall live?" Aaron squeezed your hands and looked deep into your eyes.

"I do." He spoke softly.

"And do you, Y/n Y/l/n, take Aaron Hotchner to be your lawfully wedded husband, for as long as you both shall live?" 

"I do." A tear slipped down your cheek as your face began to ache from smiling so much.

"Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride." Aaron cupped your cheeks before bringing you in for the best kiss you had ever shared.

He moved his hands down to your waist before picking you up and spinning you. You giggled as he went to set you down but instead slipped his arm under your legs and carried you out of the reception. You laughed as you guests cheered.

"That was a bit of a dramatic exit Mr. Hotchner." You say, teasing him.

"Only the most dramatic for you, Mrs. Hotchner." You smiled at the name.

"I love you." You murmured.

"I love you too sweetheart." And his lips found yours once again.

Proposal

"Seriously Aaron, where are we going?" You giggled as he dragged you further down the path. He had been increasingly suspicious the last few days. You weren't entirely sure what was going on, but the goofy smile he was wearing right now distracted you from your thoughts.

"My god woman, you are so impatient." He laughed and walked a little further past an opening in the branches. "We're here." He shoved you forward slightly and you gasped at the bueaty of the scene.

The view from the top of the mountain was breathtaking. But to add to it all, the white ros petals spread across the ground made it that much more beautiful.

"Aaron what is all this?" You asked, spinning around to see him. Your voice caught in your throat and you gasped once again.

He was down on one knee, as he pulled a small box from his pocket.

"Aaron…" your voice was quiet as you stepped towards him. He opened the box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring with silver swirls surrounding it. 

"Y/n, I love more than words can express. You make me unbelievably happy, and I can't imagine my life without you." You couldn't contain your tears as he continued, taking your hand in his own. "Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife and marry me?" His voice was so full of emotion and you nodded.

"Yes, yes of course I will." He stood in front of you and slipped the ring on your finger before bringing you into a desperate kiss.

"I love you so much Aaron." You said once he pulled away. He gently moved a piece of your hair behind your ear before softly kissing you again.

"I love you too. So damn much." He murmured back against your lips.

"It's time for the official first dance of Mr. And Mrs. Hotchner." Rossi announced as everyone cleared the dance floor. You both made your way over and you smiled up at your husband. 

The soft melody of Amazed plays over the speakers as he takes your hand. 

He spins you and brings you close, before settling his hand on your waist and the other holding your hand tightly in his own.

He begins to spin you around the dance floor as he sings the words softly to you.

"I'm so in love with you." You smile at the man in front of you. "I wanna spend the rest of my life, with you by my side, forever and ever." He sings the words in your ear and you rock back and forth. He pulls you impossibly closer and pulls his head back only to lean in and kiss you. 

"Baby. I'm amazed by you." He whispers as the song dies out. Everyone begins clapping as you admire his beautiful face.

"You, you are amazing, my love." Your voice breaks slightly at the emotional situation. 

He smiles one of those breathtaking smiles.

"I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you and Jack. A family." He murmurs into your hair as he pulls you close again.

"Me too." You pause, unsure if this is the right time to tell him. "But, we may have to add someone to that list." You say. He looks confused for a moment before the realization crosses his face. 

"You're…?" He trails off and you nodded, another smile making its way to your face. 

"Honey, thats, thats…" he can't even finish the sentence, he just pulls you in for another kiss.

"God, I'm so in love with you." He says.

"I love you too Aaron." And you continued your dance, even happier than before.

<3 <3 <3

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*Images from Google and ssahotchnerxx, but mood board is mine*

[aire-writes]

Minors do not interact!

(rules page found here) (ao3)

I made 2 versions of this!

[Alpha with a penis] You are here [ao3 link to this vers.]

[Alpha with a strap-on] [ao3 link to this vers.]

Do as I say…

His back arched off the bed as he let out a filthy moan. His hands found purchase in your hair forcing you down further on his cock. While you let him thrust into your throat, you push another finger into him.

You had him on his back, his legs splayed open, your hands running up and down his thighs. The hairs on his legs felt nice underneath your palms and he groaned as you dug your nails into the flesh of his thighs and left behind red trails. You could see the slick pulse out of him as his hole clenched around nothing.

"Just get on with it! I don’t have all goddamn day!" His voice echoed off the walls.

You shush him and gather his slick in your hands, bringing one up to stroke his cock and tease his head with your tongue. With your other hand, you press your middle finger into his heat.

"Kitten... Do I need to tell you how impatient I'm getting-" One of his hands lifts, you heard shifting behind you. "-or do I need to show you?" You don't need to look to know he was threatening to hold you down with scraps of metal and ride you. You chuckle to yourself and order him to get on his hands and knees. He made a little fuss but did as instructed.

"Damn it!" You could feel him clenching around your fingers, he was close.

Yanking yourself away from him and withdrawing your fingers leaves him to writhe in pleasure alone. His hands turned to fists and slammed down onto the bed.

You stood on your knees behind him slowly petting up his back until you reached his shoulders. Gently you push them down on the bed, he grumbles as he takes hold of a pillow and shoves his face into it hoping to muffle his groans.

"I'm in charge here." You say and spread his ass.

"Just put it in already!" He shoved his ass against you trying to gain friction against you.

Resting on your heels you grab a hold of one of his cheeks squeezing it without mercy and slapping his other with force. He yelped and spread his legs a little more while curving his spine for you.

There was more slick coming out compared to before. Oh, he looked as good as he smelt. His heat was on full display just for you. His hole kept fluttering trying to find the right angle to clinch for a sliver of pleasure. You press your thumb into him and catch his rim gently pulling it towards you earning you a low groan from him.

When your thumb popped out of him he released a silent gasp. You loved it when he tried to keep quiet, it was so cute, he just couldn't do it. He also couldn't keep his ass still. The movement was small but you could see him move his hips side to side trying to entice you to fuck him. So cute. But you weren't ready to let him have it just yet.

Leaning forward you lap up his slick with your tongue and swirl it around his rim. He bit his lower lip trying not to let out his moan but failed when he felt your tongue slip inside and curl around the entrance. Pulling your tongue back like you did your thumb he tried to follow you but was stopped by your hands keeping his hips in place.

The curve in his spine was far more noticeable now than before as he spread his ass for you to devour. His scent was stronger than before too. He wanted you. His omega heat was responding to you the way it always does. He needs to drive you into a rut and the best way to do that is to have you devour him and oh... you were going to give him what he wants.

You shove your face into his heat, tongue lapping up everything it could before being shoved inside of him. One of his hands pressed you against him as he rutted against your face trying to get you as deep as he could. Your name was falling from his lips with each rut and when one of your hands wrapped around his cock and began to pump he whined in pleasure.

Whatever effort he put into keeping himself quiet was gone. All he wanted was to ride your face and cum. You could feel his ass clenching and his ruts getting more violent and sporadic against you.

"Please, please, please! God, yes please! Fuck, fuck, fu-" Once again you yank yourself away from him just as he was about to cum.

"You fucking bitch you-" He made a move to sit up but you stopped him by swinging your leg over him and shoving him down by his head with your foot, growling at him.

He went quiet and still. You could hear his breathing become shallow as he tried to still himself underneath you.

"Who says when it's time for you to get this?" You rubbed your cock against his hole.

His hands fisted the sheets and his ass rutted against the length of it.

"WHO?" Putting more of your body weight on his head you were at a better angle to slap his ass. Over and over again your hands slapped his ass he moved it from left to right when one side stung too hard to receive another hit.

"You think you're getting impatient? You can't even answer a simple question." Your hands stop their assault and begin to pinch and squeeze at his flesh instead.

His whimpers filled the room and his scent was as strong as it could be. Every breath you took was him, every sound you heard was him, everything you felt was him.

You could feel your cock pulse and your knot began to form.

"You still haven't answered me, who is the one in charge here?" You slapped his ass one more time.

"You!" he finally cried out his answer and you thrust into him. He stretched his arms out and held onto the bed frame as you filled him. His groan was delicious. That's all you want from him right now, those sounds, you need more of them.

You started slow and shallow trying to make sure you were sufficiently coated with his slick before you used your entire body weight in one thrust. You brought the foot that was holding him down back to help support your thrusts.

Your nails dug into his hips as you thrust into him from above. He was so hot, his walls clamped around your cock trying to keep you deep inside of him. You collapsed forward holding onto his body and keeping him down at the same time.

His groans and moans were music to your ears and you needed more. You wanted so much more from your omega. You needed to make him feel better. Your knot began to build inside of him, catching his rim with every thrust.

His head shot up for a moment accented by a delicious groan before falling back down into the pillow.

"Yes, fuck me, yes!" He yelled

With one hand holding onto his hair and the other holding his hip you just need to concentrate on fucking him into oblivion. He felt amazing, you never wanted to let this moment end. All you wanted to do was fuck your omega and fill him with your cum.

You chuckled as he buried himself into his pillow again. But you wanted to hear him so, that's going to need to be stopped. Continuing to thrust into him you lean forward licking up his spine waiting for his head to shoot up in pleasure again. When he does you snake your hand into his hair and drag him up.

The sound that came from him was a mix between horny and angry. You felt a little nervous that you hurt him, but he would have said something and now you get to hear every beautiful sound that escapes from your omegas mouth.

He was praising you and cursing at you all in the same breath. His thrusts met yours helping to build both of your climaxes. You weren't going to cum first though, what alpha finishes before their omega?

The hand in his hair twisted and pulled him up further to help keep him in place as you felt your knot build to its limit. He yelped in pain but it melted away replaced with pleasure after a few thrusts.

Since he was being so good you had a free hand to pet him with.

You laughed at him and replied "Oh no, you're not allowed to touch yourself. Why do you think I would let you do that? Hmm?" While you were talking you had gathered some of his slick in your hand, waiting right until he was going to give you a snarky reply before you wrapped your hand around his cock.

"Do you like it? Do you want more? Do you want to cum on your alphas cock?" You asked him in a teasing tone.

"Yes, yes, ye-s can I please, please let me touch myself." His voice sounded broken.

His head falls back as he let out a sound that drove you to fuck him harder and pump him faster. You licked him up and down, taking him in with every sense that you could. You felt drunk on his scent, nothing else mattered at this moment other than him. Tightening your hand around his cock you bit into his shoulder. His hands came off the bed, one made a fist in your hair and the other trying to grab at your side to keep you deep inside of him.

You could feel him tightening around your cock and he desperately rode you, almost knocking your rhythm off.

You whisper in his ear, "Do you want to cum on your alphas cock?" All he could do was nod and groan. "Then cum."

With your permission he came, spurting all over your hand and the sheets. His head falling back as he groaned through his orgasm. His body convulsed against you. You never let up on him, chasing your own climax now.

You kept him upright with the fist in his hair and kept stroking him. His overstimulated whimpers were being matched by his escape attempts from your grip. You kept up your brutal pace forcing him to take your cock. He tried to grab your hand on his cock but you shoved him forward into the mattress.

"Did I say you could touch me? Now, arch your back and keep presenting that pretty ass of yours to me! Keep your hands on the bed frame." He whimpered but did as he was told. "Such a good omega."

His body began to convulse below you, he was going to cum again. You stayed at the pace you were at, so close, you were so close. You wanted to hold out until he came again. A few more thrusts and he came undone.

The hand around his cock tightened and his screams became louder.

"Good boy!" You throw your entire body weight against him, the way he was clenching around you had you tethering on the edge. But you couldn’t cum, not yet!

His body convulsed so hard he almost threw you off him but you stayed put and made him ride it out. Just as his ended yours began and you made him ride through it with you. You bit into his flesh as you came and filled him fully.

The both of you laid there catching your breath, his hand finding yours and holding onto it gently. After a few minutes, you gently reached to pull out of him. He whined at you when he was empty but you wanted to look at him. See how red and puffy he was and oh, he was. He looked so good with your cum leaking out of him, you couldn't help yourself, you dove in and ate his ass out. You locked your arms around his thighs to keep him in place. He squirmed underneath you shoving your face into his ass with both hands while he begged you to keep going but you forced yourself away and licked your lips.

You kept him down with one hand on the small of his back.

"We have all night sweetheart, I'll let you cum again. But you need to eat something before we continue."

He sounded pissed, "I ate today!" you laughed at him and replied "Ya, you ate at 10 this morning, it's 7 at night! So, you're eating something. Then we can start again."

With a frustrated moan, he curled up on his side and looked at you. "Fine, but you have to make me something and bring it to me."

You chuckled at him and petted some of his hair from his face "That sounds fair to me." Kissing his cheek you covered him with a sheet and went to get the both of you something to eat and some water for him to drink.

[tsunonotarou]

LEONA, JADE, FLOYD, ROOK’s ↷

reaction when S/O gets jealous and protective

notes: I notice us writers mostly write about—usually the canon male/female—being dominant and the other party is timid and shy, while I love that concept and idea since I’m a submissive bitch myself, I feel like we should get more S/O or reader who gets protective and goes grr

: gender-neutral reader!

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

So there’s this crazy bitch who’s all over Leona ever since he was fucking born

They’re from a neighboring country and have been obsessed with Leona when they first saw him (honestly same) and as much as Leona didn’t want to admit it felt like heaven to attend Night Raven College because they’re AWAY from him

Magift is a nightmare because it’s open for everyone from everywhere to attend so he had already expected them

He planned to ignore them and steers clear of them as usual but they were extra persistent today

If they’re a guy Leona would have no problem scaring them away with a growl and possible threats

If they’re a girl though, it’s not going to be easy for Leona since he was raised to treat females with respect but then again, he knows that she does not deserve it

He also knows that you’re seething with anger

Your crossed arms while shifting your weight from side to side showed your frustration and impatience for them to get off

At this point he’d try harder and uses more of his energy to deal with them (he was a little lazy before) and tell them to go away but they just kept clinging and clinging

Leona’s eyes widened when you shoved them away, hard but not hard enough to make them fall on the ground and scrape their knee, just enough to keep them away

Your own arms wrapped around his and you stuck close, head resting on his shoulder, nuzzling your nose against his neck or trail your fingers a little lower on his waist than usual, anything to send the message across as you stare boredly at the ever persistent troublesome person

“Piss off.”

Normally people would get embarrassed/awkward after this and they’d leave but if they’re still on about it, pull Leona in for a kiss

A long, deep and passionate kiss from you sends him off the edge as he grabs you, smirking slightly at your behavior and also at the outsider staring at the both of you furiously

Will never let you forget this because he teases you almost everyday about this

If you're naturally a timid and shy person it's gonna be hell for you, because Leona is going to tease you ten times more

"Hey remember that time when you-" You smacked his head, hard.

"I don't regret it though, they were too close and I don't like it." Your adorable pout and red blush from his teasings only made his grin wider, and his heart racing faster

Proud of his herbivore, 100/10, would definitely want to see you getting protective again

JADE LEECH

They shamelessly flirted with him in Mostro Lounge, right in front of you

Constantly asking for Jade's assistance, ordering more and more just to have Jade serve them and if he's not available, they'll throw a tantrum

Of course Jade know about boundaries, he'd never want to make his lover upset, but then again, he's also curious as to what you'll do

Will you sit there and watch? Pout and wait for them to finally go away when Mostro Lounge closes? Be extra clingy with him afterwards? Silently cursing them? Or will you choose the popular trope of getting back at him by being physically close to another person?

Whatever you chose, he sure did not expect you to have a smile on your face as you call out to him, you are sitting just two seats away from them on the stool, so it is fairly easy to catch his attention without you trying to desperately cut off the one-sided conversation

You did what they couldn't. Holding his hand loosely as you talked about something semi-private (?)

"Hey, Jade. Where did I put my clothes again? That cream colored one. I know it's in your room but is it on the bed or bathroom? Have you seen it? Gotta go check it later..." To indicate that you've been to his room, countless of times

"Ah! I think you left your jacket in my room. Be sure to take it back before you go back to your dorm, okay?"

While Jade watches you and reply with an amused expression

This got them clenching fists and gritting teeth, and Jade can't exactly ignore them when they call for him since they're a customer, even if he's enjoying this a lot

You'd also pull on your clothes, kind of like flapping them when you're hot—even though it's quite chilly in Mostro Lounge—just to show them the bite marks Jade left the day before

*Thought I'd put this out just in case anyone misunderstands, y'all didn't have sex lmao because Jade is under 18, but he does leave bite marks every now and then ;)

When he does get away from their conversation and goes to you, like with Leona, you'd linger your hands a little lower on his waist than usual, or brush the bite marks you left that escaped the covers of his shirt collar

Nevertheless, expect Jade shaking his head when Mostro Lounge finally closes and them finally gone, though he can't hide the smile on his face

"My, my, I never knew you'd get to this point to drive them away."

He will forever remember this moment and the act you've pulled, truly memorable

FLOYD LEECH

The basketball team is having a friendly match with another school and the other school's team happen to have a manager

And man were they PERSISTENT

Offering to refill NRC's water bottles too when they went to refill for their own school's

Of course you're thankful for their help and thought it was out of pure kindness, but when their fingers brush over Floyd's for a little too long to hand him his water bottle and stays longer with Floyd than with other basketball players you knew something was wrong

Are they hitting on Floyd???

Ace and Jamil picked up on it and glances over you, with Ace shit talking about them and "If they're gonna do it, at least try to do it right." while criticizing their lame flirting skills and Jamil disapproving of their actions when Floyd clearly has a lover

Even if they're from another school, saying you didn't know is a lame excuse, not with how painfully different Floyd is with you than with others, it was obvious you two are together

Floyd, of course, is not dumb and oblivious and he is beyond annoyed at their constant touches and babblings he had no intention to listen to

Before Floyd could threaten to squeeze them to death, you're wrapping arms around his figure and called them out on their antics

"Don't you have your own team to attend to? Stop flirting with my boyfriend, he's not interested, take a sign."

Ace spit out his water and choked (yes he laughed)

Poor student scurried back to their own team's side and stayed there, as they should

Floyd would not care about attention as he picked you up in his arms, hugging you tightly and nuzzling close to you

"Shrimpyyy~! I love this side of you! Why haven't I seen it before?"

He probably already forgot about that student's existence as he only thinks of your jealous gazes and protective arms around him

Expect him to ask you to act like that again randomly, being all brave and calling people out, he loves this side of you!

ROOK HUNT

Rook is a social butterfly and will talk to anyone in anywhere

Much like Jade, he never intended to hurt his lover and upset them, but he's itching to know what you'll do. He has extremely good eyesight and knew you were close by, listening in to their conversation, possibly with a frown

Ah, a frown on your lips. That's not a sight he'd want to see! But the urge to reveal what kind of moves you'd make is stronger, so he refrained from walking away and chatted on

A smile played on his lips as he watches you stomp over, not sparing a glance to the other person as you locked your arms around his waist, tightly, then began to attempt to lift him up

...it didn't work

You didn't have enough strength so instead of lifting him over your shoulder (like what Rook usually do) you grabbed his gloves hand and dragged him away

Rook was certainly surprised, a big grin on his face as he laughed his heart out, bidding goodbye to the random student who had their mouth wide open

This only made you tug on his arm harder as an annoyed grunt and groan escaped you

When you looked back to them and sent a glare, that's when he lost it

He's sure he fell in love with you even more

When the two of you are alone he'd have your cheeks in his hands, staring at you lovingly, your squishy cheeks, furrowed brows and pouting lips are just too cute for him!

He will assure you that he will never do this again not telling you he was doing it on purpose to see what you'll do because you'll probably hate him his sweet words would surely calm you down

If you ever see Rook suddenly having a smile on his lips, you know that he's thinking about this incident again, and it freaks Vil out

[miss-smutty]

The Destructive Secret

Chapter 3

A/N- The secrets out! Well to you guys anyway 🤫

Summary- You've got a secret to hide and it's going to cause complete and utter destruction. It's only so long until your lies are going to catch up to you.

Word count- 3,258

Warnings- Swearing, lies, deceit, cheating

Pairing- Chris Hemsworth X you / Liam Hemsworth X you

18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 25th May 2021

Taglist-: @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @mostly-marvel-musings

Chapter 1 + 2

"Morning babe, I tried to let you have a sleep in. I didn't wake you did I?" He asks, preoccupied with the washing up.

"No, I actually had a good sleep for once." You say nonchalantly while searching through the kitchen cupboards for a mug in a half asleep haze. "That's not going to last long when I have to spend the weekend in a hotel bed though."

Finally finding your favourite mug right at the back of the cupboard, you slam it on the counter a little more aggressively than you expected, startling you out of your daziness. Your boyfriend raises his eyebrow at you questioningly and you just shrug your shoulders back at him. It was definitely going to be one of them days, those days where nothing goes right. You would question what you'd done to deserve it but you already know the answer to that.  You were just going to have to put up with karma kicking your ass at any given moment for the rest of your life.

"Aww I know babe, at least it's only two night's though." He comes up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist. "You've just reminded me -" He presses carefully, the way he shifts his composure telling you he's uncomfortable with what he's about to say and your heart begins to beat a little faster. " - I know you're going away tomorrow and I really wanted to have the night alone..." He pauses again.

"Just tell me, what is it?" You ask, trying to keep the annoyance from your voice.

"My brother called this morning, he sounds in a bad way so I said he can come over and hang out tonight. You don't mind do you?" Now your heart stops beating completely, what the hell is he playing at? 

 "I'm worried about him, he's not been right lately and he's going away for work tomorrow night too so it's the only time I can see him really." You're angry with him for saying he's going away too, how more fucking obvious can he make it? You're just both suspiciously going to be away with work at the same time. You can't protest about it now, you don't want to raise any more questions.

"No of course not, babe." You agree reluctantly, still seething with anger on the inside. "Right, I'm going for a shower and then I better start packing." You sulk.

"Do you want some help?" He ask as you kiss him on his cheek while you're passing. 

"It's ok babe, you know how meticulous I am with my packing." You say smiling softly at him.

"Gotcha, I am not getting involved with that. Give me a shout if you want a coffee." 

"You're the best." 

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Using the tap to muffle the sound of your voice while you make a call. This was starting to become a habit now, the sound of running water in the background whenever you speak to him, a memory that you will never forget. Whenever you run your bath or fill the sink you're going to be reminded of your lying and cheating. Great! Just another thing to add to the list of things to look forward to in the future.

You never thought you'd be a cheater, especially to someone you loved and cared for so deeply. You'd always despised people who cheated, could never understand how people could have multiple lives and cheat multiple times. Naively thinking that if they weren't happy they should just tell the person they are with and stop all the hurt but it doesn't always work that way. You didn't suddenly think 'hey I'm not happy, I'm going to go fuck someone else'. You certainly wouldn't have chosen his brother if that was the case. Over the years it just happened and you hated yourself for it. You weren't even unhappy in your relationship, so that throws all your theories of 'cheaters' completely out of the window. The sound of the dial tone snaps you from your thoughts.

"Hi babe." He answers almost immediately, leaving you with no time to regain your composure. "Hello?" 

"Oh erm.... Don't 'hi babe' me." Not a great start, you have to admit.

"What's wrong?" You can tell that Chris is amused with your tone of voice and it makes that anger resurface.

"You know exactly what's wrong, why the fuck are you coming over here tonight?" 

"Erm to s-" you don't even give him time to speak before you interrupt him. You don't believe that he's just coming to see Liam, you know he's coming to see you no matter what he says.

"As if it's not awkward enough without having you both in the same house together... You have to cancel." The thought of them both being together with you filled you with fear. How were you supposed to act around them both? The idea of it fills you with chills.

"I'm not cancelling. I haven't seen him in a while and he invited me. It'll be fine, I'll be on my best behaviour, I promise. I get you all to myself tomorrow anyway." 

"Exactly so why do you need to come over here and make everything all awkward?"

"Babe I'm coming to see my brother, you get me to yourself tomorrow. Don't be selfish" you could hear the amusement in his voice, you're sure he enjoys this.

"Pfft." A huff is about the only thing you could manage right now.

"You get to have both your favourite people in the same room, at the same time... Hey maybe we can have a threesome?" 

"Fuck off." You murmur, although you have to admit the thought of it does turn you on slightly. In a perfect world that would be the best possible outcome but it's not a perfect world and that most definitely would never happen.

"I'll see you tonight, wear something sexy." He laughs.

"This isn't funny." You reply before hanging up the phone and you're left alone with the tormenting sound of flowing water.

This is going to be a disaster, you can't help but think that tonight is the night it all comes out. Surely this isn't what he has planned, he wouldn't want to hurt his brother in such a viscous way. To announce at dinner that he's fucking his girlfriend and that they've been going behind his back and fucking for years. Surely not?  You're pretty sure you're being paranoid but know you're going to be on the edge of your seat all night, frightened everytime he opens his mouth to speak.

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You're sure you've downed almost a full bottle of wine before he's even arrived, you try to remember how many glasses you've had when you finally hear the dreaded chime of the doorbell. Your head is dizzy with bubbles already, your stomach churning at the thought. It wasn't the cleverest of ideas to drink so much already, not when you need to be sharp and aware of what you're doing and saying. Fuck.

The way Chris' eyes light up when he sees you reminds you exactly why this is all worth it. You feel your nerves settle slightly now the first step was over and it wasn't so bad was it? You don't know what you were actually expecting, him to walk through the door and kiss you passionately sounds about right though.

"Chris! Hi, how you doing?" You act, standing on your tiptoes to hug him. It's so hard acting like he's your brother in law and not your... Boyfriend? Lover? You don't even know what to call him.

"Hi, beautiful." He whispers into your ear, making your stomach flip when you feel his lips graze against your neck. "I'm good thank you, how are you guys?" He says louder, moving away from your arms reluctantly and standing against the counter. The glint in his eyes and the smirk on his lips make him look sexy as hell, you bite onto your lip as hard as you can. Hoping to draw blood so you can concentrate on the pain and not the fact you want to rip your boyfriend's brothers clothes off.

"We're great" Liam replies.

"I'm sure you are." Chris says sarcastically under his breath, luckily Liam didn't hear him. You give Chris the glare, reminding him to be on his best behaviour.

"But how are you? You didn't sound too good the other day." Liam asks, opening a bottle of wine.

"I was probably just tired bro, you know how it is. I don't get much sleep nowadays." 

"Oh yeah, is a woman involved by any chance?" Liam asks, laughing to himself.

"Yeah, something like that." Chris subtly grazes your hand as you walk into the kitchen to help Liam. You freeze on the spot, looking into his eyes you see a desperately pleading look. You know this is torture for him, that he just wants to grab you and hold onto you. Even though he tries his best not to, he hates his brother for it, he hates that he gets to have you.

"Anyway, it smells great in here. What you making?" Chris says locked in eye contact with you. 

"I've just thrown together some dinner." You say casually, although deep down your heart is tugging and your hands are shaking.

"Her food is fucking amazing, I probably should have made sure you hadn't eaten first though?" Liam puts his arms around you and kisses your cheek as you carry on stirring the food on the stove. You're glad you have your back to Chris because you dread to think of his reaction. How you have to pretend you don't know each other on that deep level. You had tried to warn him that this was a bad idea.

"Yeah, no that would be awesome. Thanks" You can tell by the way his voice broke that this is causing him pain and there's nothing you can do about it. 

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"Do you want a beer or are you ok with wine?" Liam asks Chris as you sit down at the table ready to eat.

"I'd love a beer bro" Chris replies. You watch from the corner of your eye as Liam heads to the fridge, your heart beating a little faster now he's out of sight. Looking to Chris nervously.

Chris takes the opportunity while Liams back is turned and grabs your hand under the table. Stroking your palm with his thumb he mouths the words 'love you'. You can't help but feel sorry for him, this horrible situation you're all in. You mouth the words back to him before he lets your hand go when Liam comes back into sight.

All the way through the meal Chris can't take his eyes off of you, you're worried Liam will notice but he's paying no attention. Obviously he has no reason to doubt his loyal girlfriend and protective big brother, why would he? Which makes your betrayal even more unbearable.

"This is great Y/N." Chris says after tasting your food and moving your dress a little higher so he can place his hand on the top of your bare thigh under the table. The shock makes you jump and you hit your knee on the top of the table.

"Are you alright?" Liam asks looking slightly confused.

"Sorry, yeah. I just burnt my mouth." There's a slight hint of amusement in your words, you're a bad person but the situation is just too much not to find it slightly funny. The feel of Chris' hand on your thigh makes you feel butterflies in your stomach at the same time as the deep sick feeling of dread, your mind in a giant conflicted turmoil of feelings.

You can see Chris is also trying to hide his laugh as he takes a sip from his beer, one hand still on your thigh. Why the fuck am I sat in the middle? You hadn't thought about it when you'd sat down but now realise it was a massive mistake and also subconsciously the perfect place for you. The playing piece in a match against brothers, only one player is unaware there is any contest at all.

Chris finishes his beer and puts it down on the table loudly, filling the awkward silence between you all. You can understand the awkwardness between you and Chris but why is Liam not speaking? He wanted to see Chris to figure out what was wrong with him but he's not asking any questions. Has he figured it out? Did he see Chris touch your hand earlier? Had he seen you both whispering? You wriggle in your chair, feeling deadly uncomfortable and hoping Chris would move his hand. He didn't take the hint.

"Do you want another?" Liam asks Chris, already getting up from his chair and not waiting for an answer. Something is definitely wrong. Chris's hand moves further up your thigh, grazing the lace of your panties with the tip of his long finger. He's also completely oblivious to your awkwardness, drinking too much is numbing his senses and becoming dangerous. He's playing with fire. 

You fling your chair back from the table, standing abruptly, your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and nervousness.

"I'm just gunna get some more beers from the basement." Liam announces, Chris sat cooly in his chair with not an ounce of nervousness.

"It's ok I'll go, you guys have a chat." You say, desperately needing to escape for a minute to catch your breath.

"Don't be silly, it'll only take me a minute." Liam says, already walking towards the door.

Chris takes his cue again, standing from his chair and moving over to you. Standing closely so he can whisper in your ear, his arm pressed to the small of your back while he holds you against him.

"I can't wait to have you in my bed again tomorrow Y/N. I've waited too long." 

"Chris, shh." 

"No, you shh. I wish I had you now, right here. I could just sit you up on this counter and fuck you right here -" He moves his hand up your skirt, gripping your ass in his big hands. "- You want that don't you? Tell me." His teeth graze the skin on your neck, making your head hang back loosely. You want it so bad, all your tension melts away as your muscles relax in his arms.

"We've got all weekend Chris, we can't do this here. It's too risky." You sigh, carefully wrapping your arms around his neck and listening for any sign of Liam.

"Fuck I know but it's so hard being here with you and not being able to fucking touch you." He moves away from you, running his hand though his hair in frustration.

"I told you how hard it'd be." You say.

"How hard what would be?" Liam asks breathlessly. Fuck. You hadn't heard him coming back, how much more had he heard? 

You're lost for words, completely frozen in shock. If he hadn't heard or seen anything it was still way too close for your liking.

"To shoot this ball of foil into that bin from all the way over here." Chris replies hastily, you're incredibly impressed with his quick thinking.

"Let me have a go then." Liam says, taking the foil from Chris. Typical competive brothers. Chris turns to you and winks devilishly, you're perfectly aware of how desirable he looks but you try to push that thought aside. You can't be thinking about that, the things he had just been saying and the thrill of almost being caught, all at once. 

"My turn." You say raising your eyebrows at them both as you swing your hips, confidently over to the fridge. Chris bites his lip as he watches you walk over. "Watch and learn boys." This is quite possibly the strangest situation you've ever been in but you might as well make the most of it.

You shoot your shot and land the foil ball straight into the bin. Turning around and bowing, you're wide eyed when you straighten back up. They both moved towards you as if they were going to kiss you, luckily Chris stopped himself in time.

"Only you could've landed that shot." Liam says, picking you up in his arms, leaving you with no choice but to wrap your legs around him while he kisses your lips deeply. 

You risk a glance at Chris over Liam's shoulder and he's seething with anger, you can see it written all over his face. 

"I'm gunna go outside for some air." Chris announces blankly while Liam sets you back on the ground, a look of concern on his face.

"You alright bro?" Liam asks with no reply from Chris as he walks out of the door.

You get on with the cleaning up, distracting yourself and hoping Liam hadn't noticed Chris' reaction. You can sense Liam behind you, stood on the spot thinking. He's working it out, he's putting together all the pieces and finally working it out.

"I've worked out what's wrong with Chris." He comes up behind you, emptying the plates into the trash. Fuck, here we go.

"What do you mean?" You ask gently, not really wanting to hear his conclusion.

"You know, the reason why he's been moping about all the time." You don't turn around, you just listen, hiding your face and any reaction you're showing. "Well he's quite obviously jealous of us." He adds. There we go, he's worked it out or he's definitely worked out Chris' part in it all.

You felt your stomach drop, Chris was so obvious it wouldn't take a genius to see something was wrong.

"What makes you say that?" You press, carefully. Your back still turned to Liam while you clean the surfaces.

"Don't tell me you didn't notice how he just acted when I kissed you." Of course you noticed, you just hoped Liam hadn't. It won't be long until he puts all the pieces together and figures this all out, if he hasn't already. You pour the last of the bottle of wine into your glass, gulping it greedily. Lord knows you're going to need it.

"He needs a girlfriend, can't you fix him up with one of your friends?" You can't describe the relief you feel right now and a small twang of jealousy at the thought of Chris with one of your friends.

"I'm sure your brother isn't short of admirers Liam, he doesn't need me to fix him up" Your tone of voice was a little too short. Pull it together.

"I suppose you're right but he doesn't have the best taste in women does he?" You can feel your cheeks burning, you're fighting the urge to defend yourself. Telling Liam his brother had the same taste in women when it came to you, wouldn't go down quite so well would it? 

"I'm seeing someone actually Liam." Chris says, overhearing your conversation as he came back in after finally composing himself.

"Oh really? You never said." Liam asks curiously.

"Yeah, we're keeping it to ourselves for now... Until she tells her boyfriend." What the actual fuck? You can't believe he's just said that, he looks at you defiantly, completely over this whole thing.

Liam nearly spat his drink out and you're sure your cheeks are beetroot red, you don't have a clue what to do in this situation. 

"Is she married? Do I know her?" Liam questions further. You're hoping and praying he stops with the questions, Chris is ready and willing to come clean, you can tell by his expression.

"No not married but you do know her. You know her really well actually." Chris says while avoiding your gaze purposefully...

[magicdreemurr17]

Prologue: "The Last Genocide"

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Twilight seeped through the windows of the Judgment Hall. It would seem their journey was almost over. They could feel the sins of their actions crawling down their spine, but nothing, save for the chilling wind breezing down the hall, comforted them. It was too late to go back, to repent for everything they put them through. They had been lost to their demise, their own sanity, or rather insanity. In their head, they were calling out, crying, screaming for help of some form... but nobody came. There was only one individual left standing in their way. One last obstacle to stop them from reverting the world back into another time loop… him.

In the depths of their soul, only one thought remained...

I don't want to do this was all their mind kept thinking, but despite their pleas, their body moved involuntarily closer to the lackadaisical skeleton standing before them.

"back here again, aren't we..? how many times has it been now..? fifty.... sixty..... i've lost count... what about you..?" he peered one eye to look at the human child, pretending to open for a response before sneering, "if i couldn't count the number of tries you've had, the odds of you having counted them are about as high as me taking my job seriously..."

His left eye lit up in a blue hue, glaring at the human child standing before him with a knife drawn.

"let's just get to the point... kid..."

With a flash of blue, Sans took hold of their soul and hurled them through a barrage of sharp bones, accompanied by a few blasters here and there. The human tried their best to scrape by, barely making it out of the ambush alive. They heard a slight chuckle out of the skeleton monster, glaring up at him with an enraged expression.

"that look on your face... you've memorized that attack by now, haven't you..?" Sans let out another light chuckle, "always wondered why they never used their strongest attack on the first shot. guess the others really were right not to underestimate you..."

Despite their condition, the human did not hesitate. Clenching their knife with a fierce look in their eyes, they began to fight, unleashing one slash upon another slash repetitively at Sans, which he dodged with minimal effort. The two seemed to take turns in this little bout; for every strike the human made, Sans would dodge and then counterattack. He'd been through this song and dance before; it was nothing new to him. Eventually, he would fall and the human would make their way to the throne room in order to slay the king, putting a brief end to the timeline before some entity RESET and put them through a new hell.

"guess i gotta make this one memorable to ya in some way before it all ends, right..?" he suggested, sending the human flying into the walls with telekinetic-like abilities to try impaling them through the soul, but the human anticipated this attack and jumped before the bones emerged from the walls.

He continued to try and throw the human off with bones and blasters, trying to shift his attacks with a snap of his fingers at any turn to throw them off, not even giving the human a moment of respite. With each attack fired, they tried to retaliate by going after Sans, but their attempts were fruitless, for he dodged every swing of their blade that came at him.

"you've gotten faster, i'll give ya that... probably from all the times you've failed to kill me, eh, bucko..?"

His mind wavered briefly, referring to a completely separate outcome where he and this child could've been friends. A timeline where everyone was happy and living with this kid in peace, but that was nothing but a pipe dream. He knew that any trace of the old human within was gone, or trapped by a stronger force, their Determination no longer their own.

"if only you'd stayed the course, kiddo... we could've been hanging at grillby's... enjoying bad food... having some good laughs... so... why..? why did you have to go and kill everyone..?" he asked halfheartedly, his baritone voice shaking with each word, "is this all just some sick, twisted game to you..? are we just pawns for your amusement..? a child's old video game..?"

The human never responded with anything more than an occasional stare, their face deadpanned as they looked at him. Red eyes peered through his very soul, sharp like the knife they wielded in one hand. There was his answer: they could not care less what he was in reality. To them, he was just a pawn that needed to be discarded so they could win their game.

".... heh... heh... listen here, kid, i'm gonna be brutally honest with ya..." his eye flashed as he summoned more blasters, "this joke isn't funny..."

With each blaster fired, the human dodged. They had consumed the pie slice they had received from the old woman who lived in the Ruins to restore their HP back up to full and healthy, and things were beginning to look rather bleak. It didn't matter how many times he swung at them, they swung back with vigor. No matter how many times he knocked them down, the kid would just force themselves back up. The hourglass was running out of sand grains, and Sans' life began to hang in the balance.

Suddenly, his mental health began to cripple as he grew more tired with each passing turn. His attacks started to slow down, and his eyes grew heavy and weary. It wasn't long after that he began to hear someone's voice inside his head.

"There's nothing left that you can do... all your attacks are child's play by now. They've been showcased so many times, and as per the consequences, they've been engraved to memory. Just give up, Comedian. You can't win." the voice said, a hint of threatening tone lacing their mellow chords.

The voice was getting louder, and louder, to the point where it was giving Sans a splitting headache. Should he really just quit..? Maybe this was the true nature of their world, that there was no hope of salvaging monsterkind's future.

A sudden demoralizing thought stabbed at his skull like a knife being pierced through his soul.

Maybe there's no hope out of this loop... maybe we'll just be stuck living this nightmare forever...

After unleashing his last attack, Sans slowed to a near complete halt, his breathing heavy. The human could see how tired the stout skeleton was, both in body language and facial expression. He had become exhausted of this endless conflict, and he just wanted an easy way out. Slowly, they crept towards Sans with malicious intent, clenching their knife tightly in hand. Sans could almost see the faint white light in the distance. This was it. This was how he was going to die.

looks like it's game over for me, thought Sans as he braced himself for a fatal attack.

"No!" A younger voice suddenly shouted in his head.

He couldn't tell where this new voice had come from, but the desperation in their tone stirred up something deep in his soul for some odd reason. Its presence had the remnants of a warm, comforting hug, but also the faint glimmer of renewed hope, like a rising sun on the horizon of a dark and moonless night.

"This isn't the end! You can't give up..! Don't let them decide your fate! Only YOU can choose how you live or die…" Their voice grew louder and more encouraging, "Don't you want to avenge your brother..? All your friends..? You can't lose this! All their futures depend on it! They depend on you to finish what they started! You have to fight for it..! Fight!"

Out of a forced reflex and sudden burst of determination, Sans unleashed a blaster in front of him at full force towards the child, depleting them of almost all their health as they let out a pained cry. The human buckled backwards and recoiled from the shock, lunging at Sans in an attempt to kill him. Sans cowarded back slightly, expecting a strong blow to the chest... but nothing happened. He turned towards the human in slight confusion, only to find what appeared to be them hesitating a killing blow. Could it be..? Were they really good deep down after all..?

"k-kiddo..?" Sans addressed them.

"What are you waiting for..?! They won't be held back forever! Finish them before they finish you!" The strangely encouraging voice echoed in his head.

n-no... it can't be... are they really..-? Sans thoughts wavered amidst his disbelief.

The human looked at Sans gently, cracking a small and apologetic smile.

"Please, S-Sans..." they pleaded softly, "S-Save everyone... kill me w-where I s-s-stand... b-before it's... too l-l-late."

Sans teared up slightly at his old friend's request. They really were still in there. The child he knew from previous lives was still in there. He hesitated briefly, tempted to embrace the child and tell them that everything was going to turn out okay. Suddenly, the other voice came back, but instead of tormenting him, it almost sounded like it was arguing or even fighting against the other voice inside his head, like a miniature angel and devil weighing on his conscience.

"What do you think you're doing!? Let go! This is my timeline, you traitor! You can't save them here!"

"Do it, Sans! Finish it for their sake!"

Overwhelmed by the voices inside his own head, Sans took one shot at Frisk, piercing their soul with sharpened bones summoned from the floor. The voice that was tormenting Sans before let out a scream of pure outrage that faded into a distant echo, as the human in front of him let out a sharp gasp, coughing out blood as their body was impaled. Blood poured from their open wounds and stained their striped sweater, a mark of the damage Sans had done.

They smiled slightly and turned towards the skeleton monster graciously, mouthing the words "thank you" before lying like a ragdoll in the bone heap they were stuck in.

Sans fell to his knees, staring at the human's crumpled body. It was really over... was it..? Had he finally gotten rid of the enemy..? Was this cruel nightmare finally at an end..? Just as he was about to get up and leave, his eyes were caught by a flash of red in the corners of his vision. He looked up to find that the human's soul was still intact, but not for long as it started cracking, threatening to break apart.

"oh sh..- nononono..-!" he tried to reach for it to take it, but was too late as the tiny red heart split into two, breaking into tiny pieces before everything suddenly faded to black.

...

...

…

"Get the hell off me!" exclaimed the angry anomaly, shoving away the cloaked figure that had him by the wrists.

He pushed her onto the ground below him and stood in front of her, glaring down at her with a demeaning look.

"How did you even find your way here..?" he asked, gritting his teeth with frustration boiling in his veins, "There shouldn't be more than one of us in control of one timeline... and how dare you work together with one of those worthless creatures..?"

"They're not worthless, they are living beings!" she exclaimed in protest as she stood up to dust herself off and glare back, trying to look more imposing to the other anomaly while she spoke, "They deserve a second chance that they have been denied by humans for centuries! They are people just like you and me!"

He crossed his arms and glared down at the shorter individual with piercing, crimson eyes, "Well, this is just rich... You really think their lives matter whatsoever..? They're all just scraps of code, composed for children's entertainment. It's all just one, elaborate game. This whole world doesn't have a single sentient being outside of this void..."

"You're wrong!" she shouted, "That's what they want you to think! You're nothing but another puppet being pulled by the strings they tied!"

He raised an eyebrow, seemingly confused by her words, "What the hell are you talking about? We are the puppet masters, these monsters are the puppets here... They're just pawns to a higher power, for the sake of our own amusement."

There was a sudden finger snap from the third figure in the room. A blaster, more defined and upgraded than Sans's blasters were, faced towards the aggressive individual.

"That's enough, both of you." he ordered, "Your constant bickering is doing nothing but bring about pointless noise in this void. Your conversation ends here."

"But, Gaster, she..-"

"Was I not clear? I said, enough, ☝︎☜︎☠︎⚐︎👍︎✋︎👎︎☜︎!"

The first anomaly flinched when the tall skeleton raised his voice. After hearing his name in the old man's language, he complied to Gaster's demands with utter silence, staring at the ground cowardly. The girl noticed a strange look of fear in his eyes that hadn't been there until Gaster decided to intervene. Was it possible that he feared Gaster..? If so, why was that..?

The former scientist turned his attention to the second anomaly, "I shall give you the benefit of the doubt with that power now being in your hands, but don't expect me to place my faith wholy in your beliefs of a perfect outcome. Of all the timelines I've seen from this endless void, commanded by the hands of thousands of individuals, I've yet to see one of satisfactory conclusions. I don't see how you can be any different."

She looked at the old skeleton with discontent, "Aren't Sans and Papyrus your children..? How can you say such harsh words like that...? Don't you feel anything watching them die over and over..?"

Gaster stared momentarily before looking away and avoiding eye contact with a solemn expression, "I've become numb to it all... to be brutally honest, until I saw what transpired in this recent timeline, I had given up hope of seeing them live a life at all, be it good or bad."

"That's… so sad." she replied, looking at Gaster pitifully.

"This is the ACT of your kind." the old man answered, deadpanned in his expression as he stared at the second anomaly, "They manipulate and pull our world at the seams. As he just said, we're just scraps of code to them. Our people are not aware of the true nature of our reality, nor do they feel or remember the pain of it all once they are RESET... The monsters would need a miracle to set them free from that script."

She shook her head in disbelief, "People should be allowed to live as they choose. Be it human or monster, no life is ever a predetermined script. That's just an illusion devised by those who seek to gain some form of authority over the weak or the powerless. I should know that feeling better than most..." she held her hands over her chest, closing her eyes as she began to reminisce, "This world is a wondrous place, and a gem among our culture. It has been a big part of my life, and has taught me many important values. I want to give back to this world for everything it has done to make me happy… and what better place to start than with this timeline?"

The doctor raised a browbone, "You wish to give back..? To us?"

She nodded in response, smiling.

"Oh, the soft-heart who spared the comedian's life suddenly acts like she's the Owner." the other anomaly glared at her suspiciously, not taking her intentions as pure and genuine, "And just what exactly are your so-called plans for this world?"

"I'm going to make a timeline that is devoid of outside influences. I want to make a world where the monsters can live out their lives in peace," she told him, "a world that is not controlled by RESET or dictated by a stronger will."

Gaster looked back at her with bewilderment and surprise. He had never met an individual... at least not of their origin... who had selfless intentions for their world. Most lose interest in being selfless due to curiosity or boredom, while others forget and move on from such frivolous activities.

Could it be..? Is it truly the one they spoke of so long ago? Has the Angel finally come to us..? he thought.

The first anomaly scoffed at her dream, "Are you serious? Give me a break... this world follows a scripted story, like any video game or movie. You can't just change the nature of their world just by existing in it."

"You don't know that for certain. You couldn't have possibly tried…" she gave him a cold look.

He gave her a smirk, "What, do those words sting your pride, Owner? Are you mad you might not be able to save your friends like you want to?"

"I don't have to answer to you and your sick games…" she pulled up a screen in front of her as she started to type.

The first anomaly peeked over her shoulder and found that she had added a strange new scrap of character code to the script, essentially adding a foreign entity and modifying the timeline's course with their inclusion. Her actions mortified him.

"What do you think you're doing?!" he asked.

"Maybe I can't do anything by being in their world because of the nature of the void... but maybe... just maybe... I can break the script and set them free by being a part of their world."

"Are you crazy!? Adding yourself in is a violation of the laws the Creator set in place for this world! You have no idea what kind of effect that could have on this universe, let alone the timeline!" he shouted, "Besides, we aren't even supposed to physically be here!"

She turned to him with a knowing smile. His eyes went wide with disbelief as Gaster also peered over out of curiosity. He noticed upon careful scrutiny that the code she added did not contain her entity name.

"What is this..?" he asked, looking at her in slight suspicion.

"A being of my own creation," she replied, "she'll have her own programmed memories, but her future isn't predetermined like the others."

"You didn't..." the first anomaly glared down at her, having a good idea of what she just did, and hating every bit of the idea.

"A code following no particular script should be able to break that trope for the rest, don't you think..?"

All was silent for a while. The two anomalies stared at each other in tense silence, one furrowing his brow, the other smug with bold confidence as Gaster held his chin in one hand, contemplating.

What an interesting notion… I had no idea the human imagination could be such a powerful, yet unpredictable force… Especially from that world of all places… still, I can't be too complacent with her actions either. I'll need to observe carefully to be sure this one doesn't stray from the course.

A smile graced his features as he thought, staring at the anomaly twins, but at the same time not quite at them. It was almost like he was looking into their souls.

Though, they do fit the description foretold long ago... Perhaps they are the two halves of the key we need. If that is the case, the wait is finally over for us, Gaster turned and looked up at the dark, nonexistent ceiling as he lost himself in deep thought.

I can't get my hopes up... but perhaps the Angel we've been waiting for at long last has arrived.

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Firey Situation

TK & Carlos's apartment complex catches on fire trapping Carlos inside.

Pt 3 of my Tarlos College AU Series. Thanks as always to @moviegeek03 & @justkillingtimewhileiwait for their constant support on my writing. It means the world. 

Tarlos/911 LS Masterlist; Read on A03

TK had been on shift for the last twenty-four hours. The calls hadn't been too terrible, but he was exhausted and missed his boyfriend. Carlos had sent him a couple of selfies in their texts throughout the last twenty-fours hours, but it wasn't the same as seeing him in person. He knew Carlos was at home asleep even though it was only eight pm. He'd had a long day of classes and he'd text TK that practice had been brutal. TK thought Carlos’s allergies were acting up and he just didn't want to admit it, so he was hoping his boyfriend was getting some much needed rest.

When B shift arrived, TK slung his bag on his shoulder and headed out. He was very much looking forward to crashing alongside Carlos once home. What he wasn't expecting was to pull into their complex to see fire and smoke. Adrenaline kicked in faster than he thought possible, and he was out of the car heading for the crowds of people searching for Carlos. He was single-minded in his desire to find him. When he couldn't, when he didn't see those curls and brown eyes he loved so much, he ran for their apartment.

It was a challenge getting through the crowds, but non-ems personnel didn't even try to stop him. When he saw the front door already engulfed, he did his best to bite back a sob. He looked around one more time to make sure he hadn't just missed Carlos, but he still didn't see him. He ran around the back of the building; they had a back door and a window, and when both were still closed, TK felt his heart sinking. "Carlos," he screamed, the smoke outside already starting to get to him without proper equipment. He screamed his boyfriend's name again, but was once again only met with the sounds of the fire eating the building, the smoke alarms, and the sirens.

He knew all the firefighters would be out front working on putting out the fire and making sure all the apartments were empty. He knew no one would notice him on the backside of the apartments. He did his best to look through the window, not able to get in the backdoor having left his keys in his car. He banged on the window screaming Carlos’s name but nothing. He had to stop a few times to cough, but then he saw it. Carlos was laying in the hallway floor not moving.

TK's heart kicked into overdrive; he couldn't lose him. He just couldn't. He finds the largest rock he can and throws it through the window. His heart is racing, and the little smoke he is breathing in is almost too much. He takes his hoodie off and wraps his hand clearing away as much glass as possible. He grips the edges heaving himself up into the window. He just barely fits but he makes it. The living area is totally engulfed and creeping closer to his unconscious boyfriend.

He screams Carlos’s name as he rights himself in the back hallway, but Carlos never moves. There's no telling how much smoke he's inhaled. He scrambles to Carlos’s side once he's on his feet; he checks for a pulse first thing, relieved to find one, even if it's faint. He maneuvers Carlos over his shoulder and then he's headed for the back door. He throws it open just as the fire reaches where they just were. He gets Carlos outside breathing in his own fresh air. He's not sure how he got from their back door to the front of the complex so quickly, but the next thing he knows he's yelling for a gurney.

The next little bit passes in a blur for TK. They’re both loaded into an ambulance and taken to the hospital. TK tries to stay with Carlos, but they get seperated when TK needs to be checked out himself. He has some minor cuts from the window on his arms, and they put him on a little oxygen to help clear up the smoke he inhaled. He tries to get updates on Carlos, but he’s not his boyfriend’s emergency contact. That would be Carlos’s parents, and TK doesn’t know them. They’d never thought to change their contacts, never thinking they would have a need for it. TK is released in a couple of hours, and he moves to the waiting room unable to leave. He needs to see Carlos, needs to know he’s ok. He's been sitting there about an hour when Judd and Grace appear in front of him. TK gives him a confused look before Grace is pulling him up into a hug. TK is still getting used to relying on his fire fam, but he loves Grace and Judd treats him just like a brother.

"How?" He manages to get out when Grace passes him off for a hug from Judd.

"I took the call earlier, and we've known the Reyes family a while," she says when they sit down with TK between them.

"Of course," he murmurs as he runs his hands up and down his thighs. "I don't…. I haven't… we…"

"It's ok. Just take a breath," Judd tells him as he rubs a hand up TK's back to calm him.

TK gulps in a big breath and slowly let's it out. "I haven't heard how he is. He was… he was unconscious when I got him out. We haven't, we never changed our contacts so I can't get any information on him." His voice is almost a wounded whimper making Judd and Grace share a look.

Grace pats TK's arm and then she's up and moving. "You got him out?" Judd questions softly.

TK nods. "Yea I got home from shift, and the whole place was in flames. I couldn't… I couldn't find him so I went in."

"Without gear?! TK have you been checked out?!"

"Yea. Yes.. I was released about an hour ago. They cleaned the cuts I got from climbing in the window and made me stay on oxygen for an hour."

"Why didn't you call one of us?!"

TK looks at him like he's grown a second head. "We just got off a twenty-four. I wasn't bothering any of you."

"TK," Judd groans, running a hand down his face.

TK huffs and turns his attention back to trying to find Grace.

"Family calls family no matter what. You haven't slept either. Next time call ok?"

TK just stares at Judd for the longest as the reality of finally having a real family sinks into his exhausted worried brain. "Ok," he whispers with a nod. Judd ruffles his hair and TK is too tired to stop him. They sit in silence til Grace returns. "Come on," she says motioning for them to follow.

"Where are we going?" TK asks nervously, but he jumps up to follow her.

"You are going to see your boy," she tells him in that nonsense way only Grace can perfect.

TK stops dead making Judd run into him with an oooff. "TK," he grunts managing to keep them both upright. Grace turns around giving them both an unimpressed look. "Is there a problem boys?"

"I don't think they know Carlos and I are together. I mean… I don't… we haven't talked in detail�� but he just… I can't."

"You can and you are," Grace counters, grabbing his hand. She's careful with his injuries, but she tugs him on. "You're his roommate right? If nothing else roommates check on roommates."

She leads him to Carlos’s room. Carlos is on oxygen and ivs, luckily he escaped without any burns. His parents are on one side of the bed, his dad's arm around his mom's shoulders keeping her close. TK can tell she's been crying. "Gabriel, Andrea, this is TK. He's Carlos’s roommate, and the one who got him out," Grace says quietly as Judd props up in the doorway as Grace drags TK further into the room. He's staring at her like she's crazy that she offered up that little tidbit, but she just shrugs and pushes him closer to Carlos’s parents before stepping back by Judd's side.

Andrea pulls him into a tight hug and repeatedly thanks him. "No thanks needed," TK tells her quietly. "Your son is amazing and means a lot to me. He'd do it for me."

Before they can say anymore, Carlos makes a whining noise catching all their attention. TK goes to step towards him before remembering he's just a friend in this instance. He let's Gabriel and Andrea surround him, and he barely holds in a gasp when Carlos’s first wheezy breath is TK's name. TK freezes as all eyes turn to him. Carlos wheezes TK's name again; "Shhh hijo, él está aquí*," Andrea murmurs as she runs a hand through his hair. His eyes are searching for him as Andrea replaces his oxygen mask. "I'll get the doctor," Gabriel says as he heads out the door. Andrea holds out her hand to TK to come closer so Carlos can see him.

"I'm here," TK says softly coming up on the other side of the bed opposite Andrea. "You're ok Carlos." He gives him a watery smile and grabs his hand before Carlos can connect with his face. He gives it a pat and then lays it back on the bed as Carlos scrunches his forehead at him in confusion.

"You rest. I'm gonna…. I'll go see if anything was salvageable from the apartment and let you know."

Before Carlos can say anymore TK is out the door. He doubles over in the hallway panting for air as tears stream down his cheeks. "Ok. Come on you're going to get some sleep," Judd says as he rubs TK's back. He knows it's hard only being Carlos’s friend that moment, and they've both been through a lot. "We'll sort the apartment later." He doesn't give TK a chance to protest, just leads him out to their truck with Grace following. Judd stops by the apartment complex and gets TK's duffle and keys from the jeep. It's hard seeing their home in ruins, but at this point he's too exhausted. He dozes off in the truck and only wakes when Judd shakes him awake. He takes his bag with a thanks, and follows Grace to the spare bedroom. He kicks his shoes off and falls face first into the bed. He let's the tears fall until he falls asleep.

The doctor checks Carlos over after Gabriel informed them he was awake. His eyes kept straying towards the door hoping TK would come back. They want to leave him on oxygen for a while longer and tell him he needs to rest and let his body heal. Carlos is too tired to question his parents on where TK went, and he falls back into a fitful sleep. The next time he wakes his parents are murmuring quietly over food. He still doesn't see TK, and it's really stressing him out. He doesn't know if TK was injured as well. He doesn't know where he's staying. He needs TK. He does his best to push himself up, but his body still feels exhausted. "hijo fácil. Qué ocurre?" Gabriel asks, having seen Carlos trying to move.

"TK?" Where's TK?" He asks before Andrea is putting the oxygen mask back over his face. Gabriel and Andrea share a knowing look. They had gathered from the brief visit with TK that he was more than just a friend to their son. "He's at the Ryders. He's resting. Judd said he was exhausted."

Carlos keeps looking between them; he knows what they're saying is true, TK had worked a twenty-four, but he needs to see him. "I'll call Judd," Gabriel says reading his son so easily. Andrea continuously strokes her hand through his curls to help relax him. A nurse and doctor cycle through to check on him. They step him down to a cannula and are hopeful they'll be able to release him tomorrow.

Once the doctor and nurse are gone, Andrea sits on the edge of the bed and resumes her hand stroking through his hair. "Carlitos you know you can tell us anything right?" She asks so softly. The look of panic on her son's face breaks her heart. "Baby. We love you, so much."

"I… I know." He won't meet her eyes as he fiddles with the blanket. "What…" he clears his throat and she holds some water for him to sip. "Gracias, mamà."

She gives him a nod and squeezes his hand for him to continue. "What do you think I have to tell you?"

Andrea let's out a soft sigh and before she can answer Gabriel returns. "Judd says TK is sleeping. Says he hasn't moved since he hit the bed. He'll wake him if you want, or as soon as TK's awake they'll go get his jeep and he can come down."

"It's fine," Carlos says shaking his head and clearing his throat once more. He inhaled quite a bit of smoke and it's taking some getting used to the hoarseness and scratchiness of his voice. Andrea gets him to drink more water as she shares another look with Gabriel. Carlos is too tired to deal right now, so after thanking his mother once more, he drifts back off. He wakes a couple of hours later, and his parents are still there. Andrea checks to make sure he’s feeling ok, and he gives her a nod. He can still feel the tension from their previous conversation, and he knows they're going to have to discuss it before TK gets there. “Mama? What were you thinking I had to tell you earlier?”

Andrea and Gabriel move closer, one on each side of his bed. Andrea runs her hand through his hair; it’s always calmed him, and she hates seeing this tension her son is carrying. “TK’s more than a friend, si?” Gabriel says just as soft Andrea had been talking earlier.

Carlos stares at his dad wide eyed; his body unconsciously tensed, panic flowing through him. He should’ve known though that his dad would be the one to figure it out. “It’s ok Carlitos. It’s ok,” Andrea says trying to help him relax.

“Si,” he barely whispers. “He’s… he’s my b…. B.. boyfriend. We met at ACC. He’s a dual certified EMT and firefighter. He works at the 126 with Judd.” He won’t look at them the whole time he’s rambling. He knows they love him, that’s never changed, but after he came out, they never said another word about it. He’s never brought anyone home to meet them, not that there’s been many to bring home, but he can’t lie to them about TK. Not when he knows they figured it out.

“Are you happy? Does he make you happy?” Andrea asks, picking up on her son’s nerves.

“So very much,” he doesn’t hesitate.

“That’s all we’ve ever wanted hijo. We just want you happy,” this coming from Gabriel.

Carlos finally looks up at them, tears swimming in his eyes. “You… you never said anything,” he hiccups, his breath catching on a sob. Andrea gives him some more water and then she pulls him into a hug to try and calm him. His breathing still isn’t the best, but the oxygen helps; she just doesn’t want him to stress himself out too much.

“We thought you would want things to go on like normal. Nothing changed for us. We didn’t realize that by not talking about it, we were hurting you,” Andrea said softly wiping at her own eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Carlos whispers to which both his parents shush him. He hates seeing his mom upset though.

“You’ve nothing to be sorry for son. Nothing at all,” Gabriel reassures. “How do we make this better?” he asks Carlos as Andrea wipes her eyes.

“Just be here, talk to me, love me,” Carlos says with a soft smile.

“Done,” they say at the same time.

They let Carlos rest for a few more hours before TK shows up. Carlos properly introduces TK to his parents, and he manages to catch his boyfriend when TK falls into his arms in tears. The last forty-eight hours had been really stressful on him, and he’s so glad to be back in his arms. Andrea and Gabriel leave for the night with the promise to return with breakfast. They also offered to let the boys stay at the ranch until they decide what they’re going to do for housing. Carlos feels like he’s living in a dream, but he couldn’t be happier. He and TK talk about everything that happened after his parents leave. He kisses TK in thanks for saving him, before softly lecturing him about coming in without gear. “I couldn’t leave you. You mean too much to me. I can’t live without you Carlos.”

“I can’t live without you either TK.”

Carlos is discharged the next day with an inhaler just in case. The doctor is almost positive his lungs are clear enough not to need it, but he’d rather be safe than sorry. TK promises to keep an eye on him, and Carlos gives him an affection eye roll knowing TK will be hovering for a little bit. They take his parents up on their offer to stay at the ranch just until they figure out their next move. Things aren’t perfect with his parents but it's a start, and with TK by his side, he knows they can tackle anything that comes their way.

*shhh son he's here

**easy son. What's wrong

[doubleshotofsomething]

Come Into My Life

This is my entry for @nekoannie-chan​‘s writing challenge. Congratulations on 500followers :D! Thank you so much for letting me participate!

This is a series. The remaining parts will be posted throughout the day. It is a Thor fanfic with a song prompt “Entra en mi Vida” (its a beautiful song, i highly recommend).

Song Prompt: Entra en mi Vida by Sin Bandera 

Warnings: swearing, like a lot of it. Mentions of human experimentation. that’s it?? Also, people are idiots here, folks. bare with me.

Summary: You live in a world where soulmates don’t exist. Like, at all. All that meant to be, fate has chosen nonsense? Not real. Literal, actual, from-the-TV-screen fairytale. So... why is the God of Thunder convinced that you’re his?

Part One: Entra en mi vida, te abro la puerta

"So—" You clear your throat, throwing yourself onto the only empty seat, "—all jokes aside, guys. What the fuck!"

Everyone blinks at you, drinks in their hands and confusion all over their faces.

You stare back at them, completely dismissing the new sets of eyes staring at you. "No, seriously, like what the fuck?" You reiterate. "Like, no guys, this fuck needs an answer. What the fuck."

"Are we supposed to know what this fuck is?" Ghost asks, the first among the group of five to surpass her confusion. "Because I have a what the fuck for that what the fuck."

You reach over to grab her drink and she – having been used to your antics after three years of friendship – moves it closer for you to grab. You take a sip, let the taste of her chamomile tea settle on your tongue, blanch and give it back.

"So, you know how the Avengers got their asses whipped after they pulled a deadbeat dad, right?" You make grabby hands towards Hope's drink, and she – just like Ghost – pushes it over to you.

"Careful," she grimaces, "it has a kick to it."

"So did Thanos," You mumble as you take a sip of her drink. The espresso sits heavily on your tongue and you swear you can feel it stain your teeth. "What the actual fuck, Hope? What is this? And why does it not have sugar?"

She chooses to roll her eyes at you and mimic the remaining two new faces by staying quiet. Her eyes narrow at you in warning.

"Don't get a tude with me, missy—" You wag your finger at her, “—you're the one that MIA'd for five years without a return address and pissed off the Feds. Like, seriously, what the fuck guys? We had plans and everything! Why the fuck would you leave me alone for that long? You know how I get when I'm not forced to socialise!"

Ghost snorts. "Don't be a baby."

Pouting, because you’re very mature, you feign a sniffle and stick your tongue out at her. "Weeeeeh."

The dude with the annoyingly short blond hair snorts, consequently gaining your attention, and tries to hide his smile with his cup.

"You're new," you narrow your eyes at him. "Why are you new? And why do you look like the dude that owes me 12K for wrecking my car?"

"Oh my god—" Ghost grumbles in the background, "—not this again."

"I have bills and crippling debts and things that need to be paid for, Ghost!"

"You're a trust fund baby, you shithead!" She argues. "You don't know what crippling debt looks like!"

"You don't know that! My investment portfolio has been crumbling since the stock market crashed last year due to the recession."

Sam grins cheekily at you. "You have no idea what you just said, do you?"

Huffing and puffing, all you can say is. "Let's go back to the what the fuck that needs to be discussed." You glare at him pointedly, "then maybe, we can discuss why you're still here and why you came back from ashes."

"I know you missed me, cupcake." The evil bastard reaches over and pinches your cheek.

"I miss dancing on your grave," You try to swat his hand away, "now, thanks to your selfishness, I need a new dance floor. Very rude of you to not stay dead."

"You're adorable."

"As I was whatting the fucks," You turn back to Hope and Ghost, "when the fuck did my life become Thor versus Thanos, and why am I the Thor without the hammer to fight Thanos?"

"Is that your what the fuck?"  Ghost frowns.

It's her turn to get glared at. "Don't act like you haven't seen the footage. You know exactly how badly Thor got yeeted off his high horse. I'm only regretful that Captain Wrecking Ball wasn't knocked off his."

"You know he's over here, right?" Hope, ever the oblivious one to your obvious jabs, points at the dude that wrecked your car.

"Yeah, unlike my car and the check he has yet to hand over but hey—" lifting up the cup of espresso, you grin at her "—when life gives you lemons."

"I'm still confused and offended about the Thanos reference." Sam, the gift from the bad side of Pandora's box, begins. "What do we have to do with your life?"

"What does pulling a deadbeat dad mean?" The other new dude asks, his face is both the definition of confused and annoyed. "And what does it have to do with the Avengers?"

You frown. "Now I'm confused—"

"Oh no—" Ghost grimaces.

"—Why do you look like the dude from Gossip Girl but also like the dude on the UN's wanted poster of 20something?" You turn to Sam for assistance. "Doesn't he look like that old geezer from the museum?"

Sam grins, leans back in his seat to take a proper look at the manbun dude. Your table is the round one placed at the corner – the irony – and, until recently, it has always been occupied by the four of you. That was before they decided to ghost you for half a decade.

 "Now that you mention it—"

"Oh, fuck off." Manbun snaps at Sam, and you swear you've never fallen in love faster in your entire life than you have in that moment.

Your grin is wide and shit-eating as you put the cup down. You extend your hand to Manbun and wiggle your freshly painted — somehow chapped – fingers.

"I'd tell you my name but it's better if you just called me sweetheart," You’re still grinning. "What's your sign and what time can you pick me up?"

He blinks at you, still confused, and frowns at your hand. Slowly, because you’re a patient girl, you lean over and pry his left hand away from his cup. You place your palm in his and wrap your fingers around each other.

"I'd ask for your name but I think I'll settle for calling you babe," You shake his hand, and then place it back on the cup. "Or hun. I'd call you handsome, but that's too tacky and we—” You point between the both of you, " – don't do tacky."

You sit back in your seat and glance at Sam. "Well... Most of the time anyway."

At this, the rest of your life flashes you a grin. "How does eight o'clock sound?"

"It sounds like a recipe for disaster." Ghost cuts in, narrowing her eyes at you. "Back off, shithead. You've hurt enough of my coworkers"

Jaw dropping and shock feigning, you gasp. "How is that my fault?"

"Is that joke?" Ghost frowns, "because I feel like it's a joke. Three incidences with the analysts and five tech support team make it look like a joke."

You scoff at that. "Look, if your little back up boys can't handle the essence of a real woman, then that's not my fault." Confidently – and silently annoyed – you also add. "Plus, I actually did SHIELD, or whatever ridiculous name you're calling the remake of a failed organisation, a favour. If your boys behind the boys in spandex can't handle being told off by a 'mouse' as they call us, then they shouldn't be behind the dude that wrecked my car.

 "But now that I've said that out loud—" You pause, "—I finally understand why the Avengers are so bad at their job. I mean, with such poor support systems, it's no wonder boy blue and red uses cars as a landing mechanism. It's almost as if he's never heard of a parachute."

There's a pregnant pause as you pretend to ponder the situation. The new dude with the blond hair has visibly turned red and is shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Manbun has a very permanent looking frown smeared all over his face and you’re pretty sure you've just ruined whatever chances you had of giving him children. And Sam, because he's Sam and is patiently waiting his turn to roast you, has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

Ghost pretends to scowl at you, even though you’re pretty sure she's already drawing up the schematics for the pedestal she's about to build for you. Hope, because she's Hope and has first-hand experience of dealing with spoilt little brats that use creative antics to slowly drive people away, decides to use that exact moment to sigh and expose you.

"Hey sweetheart," she begins in that voice of betrayal. "Can you, like, not be an antisocial, territorial pain in the ass for five minutes and be nice? Stop trying to get our guests to leave with your little mind games, yeah?"

You blink at her. Once, twice. Because the betrayal always takes a few moments to sink in.

"They're not mind games." You retort. "Boy Blue over there did wreck my car. He used it to cushion his fall, because apparently the super-secret organisation that harbours entitled idiots doesn't invest in parachutes."

"But you don't even need that 12K—"

"I didn't ask for the 12k. I just simply pointed out that his reckless behaviour is very costly for those who suffer for it."

"Okay, guys—" Ghost tries to interject, but it's too late. The fire has already started, and Hope and you have never been on the same page when it comes to anything involving the Avengers.

"You're being unreasonable now. You, of all people, should understand that some things are out of our control."

"That doesn't excuse or make the damage done alright. The ruining of people’s livelihoods isn’t a necessary evil for your super heroe'ing righteousness." You point out, eyes narrowed, and teeth bared. "I, of all people, don't understand your defence. Because I don't use the lab that made me as an excuse to get away with the bad shit I do to people. Whether intentionally or not."

"Really? Because you weren't singing that same song when you cashed in on all that HYDRA inheritance."

"I am not the people that made me and it's not like I'm vacationing the money away. Or have you forgotten about that harbour I had to fix because your boyfriend decided to grow a few sizes?"

"Oh, how could I forget? It's not like you rub it in his face every time he tries to so much as even say hi to you."

"People should be held accountable for their actions. Excuse me for exercising my fifth amendment because I don't think communicating with the guy that turned your dad into a fugitive by siding with the anti-accords gang is cool!"

"That accords was messed and you know it!"

“Yeah, but I didn’t go around trying to be a vigilante about it!”

"Just admit that your stance for the accords is only because you need the government's protection against ex-Hydra agents."

She hit a cord and she knows it. "You're treading on very thin ice, Hope."

 "Scared they might come back and finish what they started? Now that Pierce and Rumlow are gone, there's nothing stopping them from finishing what they started, is there?"

"You know," You sigh, reaching for Ghost's drink and taking a sip. "At least, I don't have to abduct a man from his home, nearly ruin his chances at freedom, risk his life numerous times for my personal gain, just cause I have a theory about my mom's whereabouts. And then—" You let out a condescending laugh at the thought, "—have the audacity to look him in the eye and call it love. Because, ya know, turning a guy into a science experiment and berating him for doing what he thought was right is so romantic."

She's turning red. You can see it before it actually happens and there is a sick sense of pleasure coursing through your veins at the thought. At the fact that you’re the one pressing all the buttons.

Boy, are you fucked up.

"Damn." Sam mumbles, then chortles, then belts out a laugh. "Shit. Who pissed in your gourmet breakfast?"

"People," You scowl at him. “Fucking people. Because, now call me a bitch if you insist, I don't remember telling management to sign a deal with SHIELD."

"What the fuck?" Ghost, ever so caring, contributes to your bewilderment and pissy mood.

You nod frantically at her. "Exactly! What the fuck! Do you see why I needed you guys so bad? Like, it's like the creation of the Strike Force all over again!"

"Hold on—" Captain Damage Ball cuts in. "—I'm confused. What exactly is going on and what does SHIELD have to do with it?"

"Oh boy. Germany, here we go again—"

"Don't be an asshole, shithead."

 --

 When SHIELD fell and Black Widow released all those classified documents to the public, your existence was made known to the public. It turned out that running a terrorist cell inside a super-secret organisation wasn't the only thing Pierce had hidden from the world. You were.

You were supposed to be an experiment. Another volunteer, like the Twins, for Hydra's ultimate plan. Another Bucky Barnes, but without the constant torture to keep you mindless and loyal.

 You were supposed to be the next generation. The Rumlow that wouldn't need force and violence to get the job done. That was the requirement. Those were the orders. That's what you were supposed to be.

Instead, somewhere deep in the dark, cold corners of an abandoned Hydra lab, the inhumane attempt of creating Winter Soldiers through 'natural means' had taken place.

The surrogates were all volunteers, the scientist claimed.

The procedure was necessary for the mission, the doctor explained.

This is the only way forward, the master mind behind that plan argued.

Rumlow took care of the agents himself. Pierce burned down that lab himself. And, out of all the children born, you were the only one that lived longer than the rest. The others were unfortunate enough to be experimented on, before Rumlow found out.

Not knowing who to trust, Pierce kept you hidden from the world and Hydra. He never hid the truth from you, nor did Rumlow. They knew that, at some point, those that knew about the lab would eventually find you, and you needed to be prepared for when they did.

When SHIELD fell, the paper trail that led to your existence was small – miniscule, even – but it was there. Sam found it, but he kept you a secret as well until you were ready for the whole world to know.

But the world wasn't waiting for you to be ready. It wasn't that patient, nor kind. Because, with everything out in the open, chaos ensued, and you were still – at the end of the day – the next generation. All those assets couldn't remain frozen forever and all those lives that were ruined by Hydra couldn't remain unaided.

So, you had to step out and – begrudgingly – announce your existence to the world. Put a huge target on your back and claim the inheritance that Pierce had unwittingly left you.

"I'm gonna go piss off alot of bad people—" You had said to Sam over the phone, right before your News Interview. "What do you think I should start with?"

He wasn't having any of it. "Did you just wait for me to leave the country so you could do something stupid?"

"Of course not, I'm not you—" You scoffed, checking your outfit again. "—I hired a hacker to fake a series of cyber-attacks. Then I asked that girl, you know – the one that could walk through walls, to freak a bunch of people out. So, you know, it could be an Avenger level threat, but not the kind that needed Captain Spandex, so they'd send you. Then I scheduled the interview for the night of the supposed attack, because I knew you'd be gone—"

"Are you kidding me, Y/N— Clint, turn this thing around now!"

"—So, I was thinking I show up on stage and say 'the law says I can take all those assets and I'm gonna use them to do the exact opposite of what my ex-bosses would've wanted'. How does that sound?"

"Do me a favour. Don't move. I wanna kill you myself."

You grinned. "I knew you'd love it."

--

Next Part

TAGS: @nekoannie-chan​ , @thorfanficwriter​

[yeongalaxy]

Long time no see

a/n: Yeonjun smut

Warnings: Contains mature stuff, 18+, Passionate lovers, Relationship, Tour, Sex, dom!Yeonjun × sub!Reader

Word count: Hella long and interesting

You were lying in your bed, scrolling through Instagram and desperately waiting for that one call you've been waiting for the whole day.

But you were not getting it.

You got to your calling history to see that last time Yeonjun called you was yesterday evening, before you went to sleep.

He usually always calls you at least two times a day if he's not so busy with his schedule. He and the boys are currently on the tour and you haven't seen eachother in a few months now.

It's the longest you went without seeing him or having any physical connection with him and you were beyond desperate for his touch and his pressence. But it was merely your fault that you refused to come along with them on the tour, saying that you'd be way too bored at the dorms all alone and all the flights and driving.

Yeonjun and you are together for a quite some time now. It was really hard for you at the beginning, with all the 'dating a celebrity' shit going through, but you somehow managed to get used to it.

But you're still uncomfortable with him wanting to show you to the public, because you know how much hate both you and him would get, and you for sure didn't want to make him regret his choice to be with you, so you just managed to keep your relationship private.

You're happy with him. You really are.

You miss him so much that at this point, you started hugging his pillow while going to sleep, imagining it's him.

You were so sleepy, but you waited for him to call you.

You're not sure how much time passed, but you dozed off, and the sound of your phone immediately woke you up because only one person had that ringtone saved when they call you.

And it was him.

Yeonjun.

You immediately picked up. "Hey" you say, half asleep. "Hey baby, did I wake you up?" he says, his voice soft and sweet. "No, I was waiting for you to call" you smile, resting your phone right next to your head, putting him on the speaker.

You hear him chuckle. He clearly knows you've been waiting for his call and probably went crazy while doing so, yet you were so tired and still managed to wait for him, what made him feel a bit sorry for you, but you understood that he had business to do.

"How was your day?" he asks. You could feel his soft smile while he's resting on his bed, one hand behind his neck while he's starring at the ceiling.

"Very boring, as any other day. Went to work, came home, ate, watched movies, did a spa evening and that's all. Nothing new" you say in half asleep voice.

"And yours?" you add after a short silence.

"Busy. As always. I'm so tired and I miss you so much" he says. You smile to yourself, hugging his pillow.

"Jjunie?" you say after some more silence.

"Say baby"

"I need you so much"

"I need you too sweetheart"

"No baby, like, I want you so much. I want you to touch me, kiss me. I need you here, I'm so desperate. I can't wait for you to come back home"

"I know baby, I know"

You don't respond to his words. "Baby? Are you asleep?" his voice goes through your phone, but you don't hear it anymore. You fell asleep pretty fast due to how tired you actually were.

He chuckles to himself. "See you soon babygirl" he whispers and hangs up the call.

---later that night---

Yeonjun quietly opens the door to your shared bedroom and finds you peacefully sleeping on his side of the bed, hugging his pillow tightly while half of your body wasn't covered and your belly and legs were perfectly showing off to his eyes.

"So cute" he mutters to himself, then leaves his stuff in one corner of the room. He comes to the bed, gently covers your body and removes a strand of your hair from your face. You slightly shift, but don't wake up.

Yeonjun gets out of his clothes and puts on some shorts and a plain black T-shirt, then quietly joins you in the bed. He gently hugged you from behind, what makes you shift more and you lashes slowly open.

You feel a very familiar scent and slowly turn around just to see your favorite pair of eyes starring right into yours. "Jjunie? Is that you?" you whisper, rubbing your eyes.

"Hey baby" he mutters, a little smile leaving his lips. You touch his face to make sure that you're not dreaming, and the next thing you know is, you're hovering over him, hugging him tightly around his neck, while your whole tiny body rests over his muscular one.

He giggles as you shower his face with multiple little kisses, stradling him with your legs on the either side of his torso. "I missed you so much" you say cupping his face in your palms, looking straight into his eyes.

He sits up, holding firmly on your waist with his hands. He moved your hair from your face, studying your face like he never saw you before. He wanted to savor every little thing about you right now.

He's looking if you changed, lose or gained weight in your face, but nothing seems to change. He carres your cheeks and you melt in his touch immediately. "I missed you too babygirl" he says softly, making eye contact with you.

You smile and give him a passionate, long kiss on the lips. He hugs you around your waist and pulls you closer to him, wanting to feel every inch of your body. You back aways just enough to catch a breath, and touch yoir forehead with his.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming home?" you half whisper, drawing invisible circles on his chest with your hand. "Surprise" he says, doing the same thing with his hand on your lower back.

"I was worried why you and the boys weren't answering my phone calls" you say, leaning against his shoulder. You finally felt happy, feeling his presence right beside you.

"I saw you were calling Beomgyu too" he smiles.

"At least 10 times. Soobin too. I called you all, and none of you responded" you pouted, while hugging him tightly.

"Because we were on the plane baby, I saw you called me at least 20 times" he kisses your forehead.

"I was so worried that something happened to you" you say.

He doesn't answer, you both just enjoy each others company for a moment.

After what seemed like a whole hour of silence, Yeonjun speaks up.

"Baby?" he half whisper. "Hm?" you muffle, enjoying him caressing your back. "You still up for that 'I need you soo much' stuff?" you look at him and see the playful smirk on his lips under the shinning moon.

His hands went down to massage your thighs as he bites his lip while looking directly in your eyes. You slowly nod, and in the next moment, his lips were connected with yours.

His kisses are so slow, so passionate, like he wanted to savor this moment forever. You slowly start to straddle his lap, feeling him already hardening underneath you and a small moan escapes your lips.

"God, I missed this so much" he whispers against your lips, then kisses you again, this time with a little more passion that before. He wasn't gentle, yet, he wasn't rough. He was just perfect.

He slowly turned you over so you were laying on your back, while he moved from you just to take off his T-shirt. "Wow" you gasp once you see his body. "You've been working out a little, huh?" you smile, touching down his chest to the hem of his shorts.

You tug at them, signaling for him to take them off. He does so, taking his boxers off along with his shorts. You take off your T-shirt, which was actually one of his, revealing your bare chest to him.

You tug at your panties and he helps you pull them down, while chuckling. He pumps himself a few times, then hovers over you and kisses you.

"You're really impatient, aren't you?" he whispers, his long fingers teasing your core.

Your only respond could be a moan escaping your lips.

"You're so wet for me baby" he growls in your ear, making you shiver, while he positioned himself at you. Suddenly, you feel a hurricane of pleasure go through your body as his shaft fills you and streches you just perfectly.

"Oh God, so tight" he moans, stopping once he was fully inside of you. He looks in your eyes, then kisses you passionately as he starts to move his hips.

You moan against his lips as you hug him around his neck and gently tug at his yellow blondeish hair. "Faster Jjunie, please" you plead to him, half moaning, half whispering against his ear.

His movements become faster, more passionate and stronger with every thrust. He was hitting that one weak point of yours so perfectly, you couldn't help yourself but strach his back with your nails as you moan loudly.

"Fuck y/n, you feel so good" he moans, kissing and biting your neck. Your bedroom was filled with hot moans, the sound of skin slapping and your passion for each other.

"J-jjunie, I'm gonna c-cum" you moan loudly and throw your head backwards as the feeling takes over your body. "Me... Too baby" you hear him, and with the few more fiercefull thrusts, you both come at the same time.

"Fuck" he moans and gently pulls out of you, looking at your dripping core with satisfaction. "How beautiful" he mutters, then closses the gap between you with a sweet, sloppy kiss.

He lays down next to you and you firmly hug him around his upper body, resting your head on his chest. "I love you" you softly say, drawing circles on his bare chest. "I love you too baby" he kisses your forehead.

You both lay there for a while, then he gets up, picks you up in brid style and takes you to take a shower together.

"Let's get you cleaned up, sweetheart"

A/N: Weeellll, my first one is here! I sincerely hope that you like it hahahaha, it's heeelllaaa aasss long but I hope it's not boring🤭

[insidiousflame]

1/11/22

The sushi dinner with Maya and Evie went well. We had a nice time catching up and spent two hours at the restaurant. Most of it just chatting. We gave each other our gifts beforehand and the sushi was pretty good. The only thing I did notice that was weird for me was that I noticed how on edge I was. Or how much I felt the need to put on as nice a front as possible. Rather than just being relaxed, I kept actively telling myself to look engaged, come up with topics for discussion, am i smiling too much? Am I being too loud? And I didn't want to say anything too negative either. Like I said in my previous post, I couldn't fully relax. But that's because I care a lot about how they perceive me. I wish I didn't. I wish I could relax but...I guess I can't because I feel like being completely myself in the past has bit me in the ass. And they have proven to not truly understand me in my vulnerability. I forgot to give Maya her SD card AGAIN. So I'm gonna have to give it back at some point. They asked me if I was going to holmat next year and I was like "i dont even know...Depends how things go this year I guess." I have no idea where I'm gonna land by then. Am I going to stop doing idol stuff? What reason do I have to go to conventions if I'm not performing, cosplaying and/or hanging out with friends? Panels don't really interest me and the merch hall is only entertaining for a couple hours. I'm still unsure where our friendship is even at and how hotel accommodations would be. If they would still want to include me. I'm not sure following them around for their idol activities would be enjoyable. In other news, the rest of my closing shifts were taken this week and I was able to snag a mid shift in place of those hours. And I'm glad because apparently TL Cheeks is going to replace Alex as a closing Lead. And I fucking hate her. The way she treats us and throws us under the bus saying we don't ever do shit is straight up insulting and absolute bullshit and I made sure Alex knew before I left. I will tell anyone I need to so I can avoid closing with her because I tell you what I will NOT be tolerating that crap. I STILL haven't gotten my OG song video yet and I'm officially pissed about it. I'm giving her the rest of this week before I'm asking for some kind of refund/compensation for this absolute negligence. Especially since I paid in FULL. There's only so many excuses you can make and you are well past them. Couldn't even make the new deadline I asked for. I also haven't heard anything on the instrumental I'm commissioning that I ORIGINALLY wanted to do as a birthday video. But. lol. I bet that isn't anywhere near finished either. I've attempted to diet by restricting my calories under 1200 and I lasted about a week. The only weight I lost was all water weight and it's already creeping back up after one hefty meal day. And my app told me I wouldn't reach me goal until right before my birthday and bitch I just can't keep that up for that long. It's too much and I'm putting stress on my body. I know if I just replaced my meals with healthy alternatives instead of straight carbs and sodium I would lose weight a LOT faster and effectively. But that requires a whole new level of planning, effort and willpower on my end. I don't like having to restrict what I can eat. Thats why i would rather restrict my calories. But that's not working for me either. I hardly know what I want to eat as it is...so coming up with healthy meals that will satiate me is super challenging. I'd basically have to fill up on straight vegetables the majority of the time which...cmon. Who wouldn't get absolutely sick of that and crave everything. There would be a lot of grocery shopping, cooking recipes that end up failing, trial and error. But I really...really don't like my body and i hate looking at it. I feel so defeated honestly. I want to like what I see. :( Or at least be okay with it rather than grimacing every time i see myself.

[aire-writes]

Minors do not interact!

(rules page found here) (ao3)

I made 2 versions of this!

[Alpha with a penis] [ao3 link to this vers.]

[Alpha with a strap-on] You are here! [ao3 link to this vers.]

Do as I say...

You had him on his back, his legs splayed open, your hands running up and down his thighs. The hairs on his legs felt nice underneath your palms and he groaned as you dug your nails into the flesh of his thighs and left behind red trails. You could see the slick pulse out of him as his hole clenched around nothing.

"Just get on with it! I don’t have all goddamn day!" His voice echoed off the walls.

You shush him and gather his slick in your hands, bringing one up to stroke his cock and tease his head with your tongue. With your other hand, you press your middle finger into his heat.

His back arched off the bed as he let out a filthy moan. His hands found purchase in your hair forcing you down further on his cock. While you let him thrust into your throat, you push another finger into him.

"Damn it!" You could feel him clenching around your fingers, he was close.

Yanking yourself away from him and withdrawing your fingers leaves him to writhe in pleasure alone. His hands turned to fists and slammed down onto the bed.

"Kitten... Do I need to tell you how impatient I'm getting-" One of his hands lifts, you heard shifting behind you. "-or do I need to show you?" You don't need to look to know he was threatening to hold you down with scraps of metal and ride you. You chuckle to yourself and order him to get on his hands and knees. He made a little fuss but did as instructed.

You stood on your knees behind him slowly petting up his back until you reached his shoulders. Gently you push them down on the bed, he grumbles as he takes hold of a pillow and shoves his face into it hoping to muffle his groans.

"Just put it in already!" He shoved his ass against you trying to gain friction against it.

Resting on your heels you grab a hold of one of his cheeks squeezing it without mercy and slapping his other with force. He yelped and spread his legs a little more while curving his spine for you.

"I'm in charge here." You say and spread his ass.

There was more slick coming out compared to before. Oh, he looked as good as he smelt. His heat was on full display just for you. His hole kept fluttering trying to find the right angle to clinch for a sliver of pleasure. You press your thumb into him and catch his rim gently pulling it towards you earning you a low groan from him.

When your thumb popped out of him he released a silent gasp. You loved it when he tried to keep quiet, it was so cute, he just couldn't do it. He also couldn't keep his ass still. The movement was small but you could see him move his hips side to side trying to entice you to fuck him. So cute. But you weren't ready to let him have it just yet.

Leaning forward you lap up his slick with your tongue and swirl it around his rim. He bit his lower lip trying not to let out his moan but failed when he felt your tongue slip inside and curl around the entrance. Pulling your tongue back like you did your thumb he tried to follow you but was stopped by your hands keeping his hips in place.

The curve in his spine was far more noticeable now than before as he spread his ass for you to devour. His scent was stronger than before too. He wanted you. His omega heat was responding to you the way it always does. He needs to drive you into a rut and the best way to do that is to have you devour him and oh... you were going to give him what he wants.

You shove your face into his heat, tongue lapping up everything it could before being shoved inside of him. One of his hands pressed you against him as he rutted against your face trying to get you as deep as he could. Your name was falling from his lips with each rut and when one of your hands wrapped around his cock and began to pump he whined in pleasure.

Whatever effort he put into keeping himself quiet was gone. All he wanted was to ride your face and cum. You could feel his ass clenching and his ruts getting more violent and sporadic against you.

"Please, please, please! God, yes please! Fuck, fuck, fu-" Once again you yank yourself away from him just as he was about to cum.

"You fucking bitch you-" He made a move to sit up but you stopped him by swinging your leg over him and shoving him down by his head with your foot, growling at him.

He went quiet and still. You could hear his breathing become shallow as he tried to still himself underneath you.

"Who says when it's time for you to get this?" You rubbed the strap-on against his hole.

His hands fisted the sheets and his ass rutted against the length of the toy.

"WHO?" Putting more of your body weight on his head you were at a better angle to slap his ass. Over and over again your hands slapped his ass he moved it from left to right when one side stung too hard to receive another hit.

"You think you're getting impatient? You can't even answer a simple question." Your hands stop their assault and begin to pinch and squeeze at his flesh instead.

His whimpers filled the room and his scent was as strong as it could be. Every breath you took was him, every sound you heard was him, everything you felt was him. His heat phenomena did their job and you could feel the fire in your core. Your thighs were drenched in your juices.

The strap-on worked to fill the both of you so every thrust filled you just as much as it filled him, minus the knot you could build up for him.

"You still haven't answered me, who is the one in charge here?" You slapped his ass one more time.

"You!" he finally cried out his answer and you thrust into him. He stretched his arms out and held onto the bed frame as you filled him. His groan was delicious. That's all you want from him right now, those sounds, you need more of them.

You started slow and shallow trying to make sure the strap-on was sufficiently coated with his slick before you used your entire body weight in one thrust. You brought the foot that was holding him down back to help support your thrusts.

Your nails dug into his hips as you thrust into him from above. The other end of the strap-on thrusting into you as you did so. You collapsed forward holding onto his body and keeping him down at the same time.

His groans and moans were music to your ears and you needed more. You wanted so much more from your omega. You needed to make him feel better. You reached to the side of the strap-on and grabbed a ball to pump air into the knot for it to grow inside of him.

His head shot up for a moment accented by a delicious groan before falling back down into the pillow.

"Yes, fuck me, yes!" He yelled

You chuckled as he buried himself into his pillow again. But you wanted to hear him so, that's going to need to be stopped. Continuing to thrust into him you lean forward licking up his spine waiting for his head to shoot up in pleasure again. When he does you snake your hand into his hair and drag him up.

The sound that came from him was a mix between horny and angry. You felt a little nervous that you hurt him, but he would have said something and now you get to hear every beautiful sound that escapes from your omegas mouth.

With one hand holding onto his hair and the other holding his hip you just need to concentrate on fucking him into oblivion. The hand on his hip left every so often to pump more air into the knot of the toy and each time you did that you could feel a flood of slick before the knot locked it inside of him.

He was praising you and cursing at you all in the same breath. His thrusts met yours helping to build both of your climaxes. You weren't going to cum first though, what alpha finishes before their omega?

The hand in his hair twisted and pulled him up further to help keep him in place as you filled the knot up to its limit. He yelped in pain but it melted away replaced with pleasure after a few thrusts.

Since he was being so good you had a free hand to pet him with.

"Do you like it? Do you want more? Do you want to cum on your alphas cock?" You asked him in a teasing tone.

"Yes, yes, ye-s can I please, please let me touch myself." His voice sounded broken.

You laughed at him and replied "Oh no, you're not allowed to touch yourself. Why do you think I would let you do that? Hmm?" While you were talking you had gathered some of his slick in your hand, waiting right until he was going to give you a snarky reply before you wrapped your hand around his cock.

His head falls back as he let out a sound that drove you to fuck him harder and pump him faster. You licked him up and down, taking him in with every sense that you could. You felt drunk on his scent, nothing always mattered at this moment other than him. Tightening your hand around his cock you bit into his shoulder. His hands came off the bed, one made a fist in your hair and the other trying to grab at your side to keep you deep inside of him.

You whisper in his ear, "Do you want to cum on your alphas cock?" All he could do was nod and groan. "Then cum."

With your permission he came, spurting all over your hand and the sheets. His head falling back as he groaned through his orgasm. His body convulsed against you. You never let up on him, chasing your climax now.

You kept him upright with the fist in his hair and kept stroking him. His overstimulated whimpers were being matched by his escape attempts from your grip. You kept up your brutal pace forcing the other side of the strap to fuck you. He tried to grab your hand on his cock but you shoved him forward into the mattress.

"Did I say you could touch me? Now, arch your back and keep presenting that pretty ass of yours to me! Keep your hands on the bed frame." He whimpered but did as he was told. "Such a good omega."

The hand around his cock tightened and his screams became louder.

"Good boy!" You throw your entire body weight against him hitting yourself at just the right angle over and over again.

His body began to convulse below you, he was going to cum again. You stayed at the pace you were at, so close, you were so close. You wanted to hold out until he came again. A few more thrusts and he came undone.

His body convulsed so hard he almost threw you off him but you stayed put and made him ride it out. Just as his ended yours began and you made him ride through it with you. You bit into his flesh as you came around the toy inside of you. You collapsed on top of him when you finished.

The both of you laid there catching your breath, his hand finding yours and holding onto it gently. After a few minutes, you reached to let the air out of the knot and gently began to pull out of him. He whined at you when he was empty but you wanted to look at him. See how red and puffy he was and oh, he was. He looked so good you couldn't help yourself, you dove in and ate his ass out. You locked your arms around his thighs to keep him in place. He squirmed underneath you shoving your face into his ass with both hands while he begged you to keep going but you forced yourself away and licked your lips.

You kept him down with one hand on the small of his back.

"We have all night sweetheart, I'll let you cum again. But you need to eat something before we continue."

He sounded pissed, "I ate today!" you laughed at him and replied "Ya, you ate at 10 this morning, it's 7 at night! So, you're eating something. Then we can start again."

With a frustrated moan, he curled up on his side and looked at you. "Fine, but you have to make me something and bring it to me."

You chuckled at him and petted some of his hair from his face "That sounds fair to me." Kissing his cheek you covered him with a sheet and went to get the both of you something to eat and some water for him to drink.