#I got shafted on my shift bid and am starting it today

[maroonafternoon]

I will be honest. I am having a hard time.

[bokugaos]

‣ for @shoyokuns

dear mous, first of all, I LOAF YOU SO FCKIN MOUSCH!!! thank you for being there for me so many times AND LITERALLY for EVERYTHING ELSE. thank you for staying even when im at my most annoying!! whenever I need any mental or emotional support (and academia support), you’re always there. I FEEL LIKE I GOT YOU AS MY CHRISTMAS PRESENT yknow. i am incredibly lucky to have found you <33

TO THE LOAF OF MY LIFE, MY ENABLER, MY ONE TRUE MOUS, THE ONE I LOVE THE MOUSTEST. 

(っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡

tw — noncon/dubcon, threesome, holly jolly dp, bondage, his foot on your face ♡ 

— yandere kageyama x f!reader x hinata —

“I’m sorry.”

Hinata’s voice is wavering, hesitant, but you hear it for what it is. Not that you can call him out on it with how deep he is ramming his fat cock into your throat. His grip on your hair is not nearly excruciating enough to make you cry, no—it was the lack of air that brings you to tears—which you don’t blink out of the way so you don’t have to see that dark, lust-hazed look in his eyes. He is not barely the Hinata you used to know. 

Your hands are strained, rubbing painfully against the rope that secured them behind your back. Even if your wrists are not bound, you are too weak from Kageyama’s abuse and all the things he previously inflicted on you to even try to fight back. All you can do is dig your knees into the cold floor, praying that would be enough to brace yourself against the wild movements of Hinata’s hips.

From the corner of your eyes, you can tell Kageyama is watching, the disgusting expression on his face smug and overcome with satisfaction as he stroked himself to the sight of Hinata forcing himself on you.

This isn’t the first time he’s done this, having brought his old friend on you a few times before today, all to keep you in line. Hinata’s an unwilling participant in your humiliation, he only goes along with it because he keeps his own survival in his own interest, just like how you obediently do everything you are told to just so you could save your own skin.

But over time, as the situation grows more and more hopeless, he begins to lose himself in the pleasure of it. Rather than going along with the bidding just to survive, you can tell that he’s starting to enjoy the depravity. You watch as he he succumbs to Kageyama’s twisted will, and seeing him convince himself that he is still going along with it and not getting pleasure out of it at all is painful. Because you know that, in fact, he is.

It takes some gagging and brushing your teeth against his shaft to make him relent. Hinata looks like a possessed man, hunched over and breathing hard. The other has a half-lidded expression as his hand still idly strokes his cock. “When are you going to fuck her?”

Hinata turns back to you with what he probably hoped came off as doubt, but your heart clenches when you realize it is excitement. You cannot even express your disgust before he turns you over, pulling your ass backwards and snug against his pelvis so he can line himself up with your entrance. There is a brief moment of gratitude for having been forced to suck him off since your saliva on his dick is the only lubrication you’ll have. With only a few strokes against your pussy lips, he sinks his cock inside you, all in one thrust.

By now, you know better than to give the two men the pleasure of hearing you cry. You purse your lips tight to bite back all whimpers and moans behind your teeth, but it is getting really difficult to keep everything there with how savagely he is pounding into you. And just as you were on the verge of squealing out like a bitch in heat, Kageyama decides that it is a good time to join in on your fun.

You look up when you hear the footsteps come closer, but you are immediately forced back onto the ground by the impact of a foot against the side of your head. Baring your teeth from the strain, you manage to angle yourself that you can just get a glimpse at the underside of his heavy cock and the arrogant look on his face.

“Feel good?” his rough tone from earlier is gone and he is now softly whispering to you, but it still makes you sick. When you don’t answer, he nudges the side of your face with his foot in condescension, “Guess one isn’t enough for you.”

You stiffen; almost sighing in relief amidst your panic when Hinata pulls out of you. You cannot see him with how your head is angled, but you feel him shift from where he’s behind you. Once he is settled in the new position, he lifts you by your thighs, spreading them wide and exposing the area where you are joined.

Kageyama braces a rough palm against the back of your knee while he attempts to force himself into your other hole, even though you are already so full, and that itself is enough to make you start begging. “No, please don’t–”

You don’t think your body would even be able to accommodate them both at the same time, but he pushes you anyway, and it hurts. You howl in pain and thrashes violently against your restraints to try to get them away from you, but of course, it was to no avail. They have you at their mercy, and that is something they don’t intend to show you any time soon.

Kageyama can feel Hinata’s cock pressed up against him; separated only by a small membrane that still lets him feel the thick, quick pulse of blood going through his cock.

You’re moaning incoherently, long and drawn out, like a wounded pet, and in a show of kindness, Kageyama leans down to rub his hand against your cheek; drags big hands up your sides and then down again; feeling the soft surface of your skin as they follow your curves.

God, you are gorgeous.

What is he going to do if he doesn’t kidnap you here in the first place? You’ve drifted apart after you got to college, making new friends and meeting other men. You didn’t want to give him the time of day, least of all let him come anywhere near you with his dick. It’s all your fault, really, and that’s why he has to keep punishing you.

You clench your eyes shut to avoid having to look into Kageyama’s lust-filled eyes as he used you like a closed fist. But then comes the feeling of Hinata’s breath against the shell of your ear, followed by a kiss there, probably a fake apologetic gesture from the man. And just as you thought that is going to help distract you momentarily, Kageyama pushes in deeper; making you spread around him to accommodate their big cocks. For a second there, he thinks you are going to hyperventilate with how quickly you are panting. But he doesn’t really care.

“Feels good, right?” he croons, eyeing Hinata’s face across your shoulder. The other man is red and sweaty, looking like he’s hanging on by the skin of his teeth to not explode too early in the tightening grip of your inner walls. “A slut like you loves being stuffed like this, don’t you?”

You do.

[agnezztealeaf]

Caffeine challenge #25

WHEN MAN DISCOVERED MAGIC

Cheeks ablaze with excitement, Elia rapped his knuckles against the sturdy wooden door marking the entrance to the grass-covered cottage.

“Rosalie!” he called through the closed door. “Rosalie! You’ll never believe what just happened.”

The door swung open to reveal a brown-skinned girl in her early teens, her hair wild and her callous hands gripping the shaft of a broom. Rosalie snapped her fingers, and the broom flew through the room, landing neatly in a corner, right next to a dustpan.

“What?” she said with an amused smile. “I have chores to get to, you know, and my grandma will have a fit if she sees me talking to you.”

“Oh, come on now,” Elia’s grin grew wider as he conspiratorially stepped closer to her, “I’m sure you can spare a few minutes to talk to your best friend. Besides, I’ve got something important to tell you.”

“Oh yeah?” Rosalie shrugged in resignation, and with another snap of her fingers, her grey wool coat came flying into her outstretched hand.

The air was cold, stinging their faces as they walked along a path in the woods, the yellow leaves on the ground rustling as they walked past. Though the sky was blue, one could feel the first nip of winter settling in, promising cold and dark days ahead. But for now, the sun was shining, the brightly coloured leaves painted a picture of crispness and renewal, and the itchy scarves knitted by Elia’s big brother were enough to keep the memory of previous winters at bay.

“So,” Rosalie said, picking up a yellow leaf shifting in red from the ground, “what was important enough for me to risk my grandma’s rage sneaking away from my chores?”

Elia had walked next to her for a few minutes, looking like he might burst from excitement, but being unwilling to be the first to speak.

“My father just discovered that magic exists!” the words finally came tumbling out of his mouth.

Rosalie stared blankly at him for a second, then she burst out laughing.

“No, no, no,” Elia took her hand, “listen to me. I know it sounds ludicrous, but I swear it’s true. Magic exists.”

Then she looked at him in disbelief, a bemused smile tugging at her lips. “Of course I believe you. I know magic is real. I use it every day.”

Elia rolled his eyes. “Oh come off it, I don’t mean the cheap tricks you and your grandma use for chores. I mean actual magic. Like using spells to defeat entire armies, or to bind fae to do your bidding.”

At this, Rosalie pulled her hand out of Elia’s grip, the amused glint in her eye dying away, like a kindle in a burnt-out fire.

“What do you mean cheap tricks?” A tinge of hostility creeping into Rosalie’s voice. “These cheap tricks are the reason there is food on your table every time you come home, they’re the reason every surface in that great old castle you live in is free of dust, they’re the reason people aren’t dying of common, easily-cured illnesses. Why is your father’s magic greater than our magic?”

As accusation slid into her tone, Elia took a step backwards, defensively raising his hands.

“Look, you know what I mean. Sure, your jinxes come handy sometimes, but in the grand scheme, they don’t really matter. With magic like my father’s, we can change the geo-political arena, change the world-order. With my father’s magic, we can create a revolution.”

Disbelief flickered in Rosalie’s eyes, as she viewed her friend as if she’d never seen him before.

Then she cleared her throat, “Well, this has certainly been an eye-opening stroll in the woods, thank you, but I have to get back to my chores and my cheap tricks. I wish you and your father all the best.”

And with that, she turned around, sweeping past him - leaving him standing alone in the woods, with only the soft moaning of the trees in the wind to keep him company.

…

Several years later, a now adult Rosalie came walking through the same woods that Elia and she had walked so many years previously. She was now tall, her body wiry and muscular, and her previously untamed hair was now braided into small braids, collected in a bun held together by colourful ribbons. She was wearing a long, green cloak, the hood of it hiding her face from view. Under the hood, her face was now disfigured by a white scar that split her face in two – going from one ear, over the bridge of her nose, to the other. It was a witches’ mark, marking her so that all who met her would know what she was – what she could do.

During the years that had passed, the previously prosperous land had become a war-ridden land of despair, distrust and persecution. As the new ways of magic had ripped through the land like a wild-fire, the old ways had become forgotten and alienated. Those who had remembered, and kept their knowledge, had become the enemy, and suspicion riddled every relationship. The witches could be anywhere. Could be anyone. Was it your neighbour? Your lover? Your child? No one was safe from the allusive lure of the witches, and therefore the climate of the land was rigid with suspicion, and therefore the punishment for practicing witchcraft had to be severe.

The sudden rise of people dying in illnesses was attributed the witches, but no one considered the sudden inaccessibility to healing magic to be the reason for it. Famine plagued the land, as crops died due to pests and weather, and the people cursed the witches for bringing misfortune upon their harvest. No one remembered the protection spells, mumbled under the breath as the seeds were sown. It was so easy, blaming the witches – rather than their king, who had started the war, rather than the fae hiding in the woods, their fingers itching with the promise of revenge.

As Rosalie walked along the path, she could hear the sound of hooves getting closer, and soon she could see the man riding towards her on a chestnut-brown stallion. His face was tan, and his light brown hair curled around his ears, shining like gold in the sunlight. The dark blue uniform fit snuggly around his muscles, and on his chest were rows of medals of honour. As fortune would have it, the man approaching Rosalie was in fact Elia, now a general in the royal army, waging war against the neighbouring lands. As he slowed down in front of Rosalie, she defensively raised her staff against him; her hood shadowing her features and her scar.  

Elia swung himself off the stallion, bowing before her as he hit the ground.

“My lady, General Elia Hawthrone at your service.” The cocky smile on his lips melted away as she gasped and stumbled backwards.

“Elia?” she exclaimed. She swept the hood away from her face. “It’s me, Rosalie.”

Elia’s eyes caught at the scarring on her face, but he neglected mentioning it as he moved closer to her.

“Rosalie?”

They stared at each other for a moment, not sure what to say, after so many years apart. Rosalie looked him up and down.

“So, you’re a general now?”

“And you’re a witch.”

There was really nothing else to say. Their paths had parted at thirteen and though they were physically on the same path, their destinies still pulled them in opposite directions.

After another few moments of awkwardness, Elia cleared his throat,

“How’s your grandmother?”

Hurt flickered in Rosalie’s eyes as she in a matter-of-fact kind of way stated, “She was hanged five years ago for using magic, when she tried to heal a dying child.”

Elia’s eyes grew big, as an “Oh,” escaped his lips.

Rosalie regarded him sadly, as she wished that something would snap back into place, that the casual ease with which they had socialized as children would return. But when nothing happened, she pulled up her hood again.

“Well, I’ve better be on my way.” She walked past him, wishing he would say something. Wishing he would stay silent. He watched her walk away, biting his lip.

As she moved farther and farther away, he opened his mouth. The words left his mouth before he could stop them.

“Rosalie! I’m sorry about your grandma!” She regarded him silently, a sad little smile on her lips, contemplating what could have been.

“Yeah, me too.” And with a turn of her heel, she was gone.

When man discovered magic, the world stood still with wonder - the men marvelling at the possibilities that this new power provided. The rest, more quietly, marvelled at how the magic that had been practiced by them for centuries, was so easily discarded, so easily forgotten. The power given man through magic was destructive and corruptive, and soon the land was crumbling, attacked by outside enemies - with giant armies marching towards the boarders on all sides, and fae, angered by their imprisonment and thirsty for vengeance – and by inner turmoil. Knowledge previously freely shared, was driven into being passed from person to person in hoarse whispers, afraid to be prosecuted, afraid that the help they wanted to provide to others would be the match setting fire to the witches’ pyre.

But as Elia and Rosalie parted ways, a spark ignited in both their chests, a tiny flame of determination. A spark that whispered Be brave, you can make tomorrow better than today.

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Well, that was fun. i haven’t done any of these challenges before, and i most definitely did not really follow all the rules (took me about 2 hours to write), but i felt really inspired by this one. Sorry if there’s some weird language errors, as english is my second language and this was written between 3 and 5 AM. Anyways, really loved the prompt. 

(@caffeinewitchcraft)