#and becoming a mess and I just couldn’t even remotely begin to process it all

[bitchslapblastoids]

do you remember exactly where you were when basically im gay dropped? are there other d&p videos/content that you’ve had that experience with? am reminiscing and curious

[anxiousnerdwritings]

TW: Brief mentions of mental, emotional, physical and sexual abuse. Breeding kink, Stockholm Syndrome

I know we talked a bit about yan!romantic!Jason with Joker’s platonic!darling but I couldn’t help but imagine that same scenario but with Arkhamverse!Jason.

I see Yan!Arkhamverse!Jason generally being much harsher in his obsession, especially so early on. I’m the tiniest bit split on how Jason would go about his obsession with Joker’s darling. On one side I could see him stalking them and eventually making the move to interject himself in their life, wooing and charming them into being with him of their own free will. But I can really only see him going that route much later on, after Jason’s rejoined the Batfamily and is in a much better state of mind to be able to pull that off. Instead I see Jason going straight to kidnapping Joker’s darling pretty quickly. He’s so consumed by his want for revenge that he has absolutely no problem taking it out on a third party, especially when that third party is so close to the Clown Prince. Even if their connection with the Joker is completely one sided and against their will. But that doesn’t mean anything to Jason, not when he’s in this mindset. Nothing else matters to him other than enacting his revenge, even if it isn’t Joker he’s physically enacting it upon.

After the kidnapping would follow an onslaught of mental, emotional, and physical abuse (eventually evolving into se*ual abuse). A good chunk of his treatment towards his darling is him projecting what he wishes he could do to Joker himself. In these moments, Jason absolutely loses any part of himself that was already hanging on by a thread. He’s completely ruled by his desire for revenge that he has no care for his darling’s role in this predicament, he couldn’t careless about how hard he hits them or how much blood he draws in the moment. Nothing matters to him but fulfilling this need. At this stage, his darling is merely a tool to be used and abused by him to get at Joker and that’s that. The only time Jason is ever remotely gentle towards his darling is when he’s patching them up and tending to them, especially after a particularly rough session. After everything is done and he’s calmed down enough, Jason will take care of his darling. They’re more useful to him alive than dead after all so he will tend to their wounds and be much ‘nicer’ in how he handles them while he’s fixing them up but that’s about it. At least at this point.

Now, Jason wouldn’t go straight to sexually punishing his darling right away. He builds up to actually acting on it eventually but he does comment on it often and even goes as far as acting like he’s going to only to back off just to scare his darling. Honestly, Jason never really intended to go that far with his darling at all, it was only ever meant to be used to just mess with their head, but after one really rough night taking his anger out on his darling just wasn’t enough and he went too far. The second he gave in and was fully enveloped by their warmth something snapped in him, something completely carnal. He wanted to make his darling his. He wanted to erase everything else about them and have their only remaining identity being solely his, belonging to him and him alone. Now this is when, unbeknownst to him, Jason’s breeding kink starts to grow and fester. What better way to make his darling his than to fill them full with his child/children?

After that one time, Jason would be much kinder to his darling. It’s like a full 180 compared to how he was towards them before. Little by little, day by day he becomes much more gentle and softer with them than he ever was to begin with. It’s safe to say that at some point during this whole process Stockholm syndrome has taken effect or at the very least has started very much so becoming a thing. It most likely takes place after Jason’s reverse heel turn.

Once Jason does get his darling pregnant and they’re fully under the effects of Stockholm syndrome he’s completely different towards them. He’s fully invested in this little family he’s made for himself and he wants it to only grow bigger. After seeing his darling’s baby belly he’s aching to do it all over again and again. The Joker be damned, this couldn’t have been a better form of revenge than anything else. Taking something from the Joker and completely making it all his in every way possible couldn’t have been more fulfilling than something else. Don’t get him wrong; killing Joker is still very much on his to-do list, but what he has now is more than enough to keep him satisfied until then.

[parkerslatte]

Someone Like Me

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Y/N has liked Spencer since she joined the BAU a few months ago. He likes her too and is surprised when she asks him out on a date.

MASTERLIST

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It had been a couple of months since Y/N had joined the BAU. In those two months she had become close friends with every member, however she had become quite close friends with one Dr. Spencer Reid in particular. Due to their closeness in age, the two were obviously drawn to one another. Of course due to them being close friends and close in age, it came with a lot of teasing from the other team members - especially Derek Morgan. 

“Hey, Spence!” Y/N greeted as she walked into work that day. 

He looked up from the files on his desk and gave her a smile. Y/N stepped behind his chair before leaning down to hug him, her head resting on his shoulder. Y/N would do this everyday and Spencer wouldn’t mind. The first time she had ever done it, everyone expected the genius to awkwardly tell her that he doesn’t hug or really touch anyone for that matter. To their surprise, Spencer accepted the hug, even reaching up his own hand to wrap gently around her wrist. 

Y/N unwound her arms from around Spencer and perched on the end of his desk, folding her arms across his chest, “So, the new episode of Doctor Who comes out tonight, you wanna come round and watch it with me?”

Spencer, who wasn’t normally invited to things, especially when it was a one on one thing, raised his eyebrows in surprise. Before he had the chance to answer however, Y/N spoke up again.

“If you already have plans, I completely understand.” 

“No, no,” Spencer said before clearing her throat, “I mean I don’t have plans. I’d love to come.” 

A wide smile stretched across Y/N’s face, “Great, you want to head back to my place after work? Unless you need to go back to yours first.”

“Um, no I don’t. Going straight to yours if perfectly fine.” Spencer replied.

Y/N stood up straight, “Good, now I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve gotta help Penelope with something.” Y/N placed her hand on Spencer’s shoulder and didn’t remove it until she was too far away.

Spencer watched her walk away until he couldn’t see her anymore before turning back to his desk to find Derek Morgan looking at him. 

“What?” Spencer asked, oblivious.

“Come on kid.” Derek replied and Spencer didn’t reply, signaling to Derek that he had no idea what he was hinting. Derek sighed before continuing, “She likes you.”

“What? No she doesn’t.” Spencer replied, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. 

“Reid, you’re a profiler, how can you not tell?” Derek said, “She always goes out of her way to talk to you. She always greets you with a hug and the looks she gives you when she thinks nobody is watching? They’re clear signs she likes you. You should ask her out.”

“I’m not going to ask her out.” Spencer replied, flicking through his paperwork.

“And why’s that?” 

“Because she doesn’t like me okay? Can we just drop the subject?” Spencer responded before focusing on his paperwork.

Derek, who knew that Spencer wasn’t going to talk anymore about the topic, sighed before going back to his paperwork. 

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Later that day, Y/N welcomed Spencer into her apartment. Spencer had never been to her apartment before so he couldn’t help himself but look around it. Her apartment was homely, and felt lived in. It was bright and cosy. What caught his eye however, was the many different books she had stacked around her apartment. 

“Sorry about the mess. I didn’t really have time to clean last night,” Y/N apologised, “Make yourself at home. I’m just going to change into something a little more comfortable.” Spencer took a seat on her couch which was covered in many different colour blankets and waited for her to return. 

A couple of minutes passed by and Y/N walked out of her bedroom in what looked like her pajamas. She slumped on the couch next to Spencer. She brought her legs up and tucked them under herself, getting comfortable. She leant forward and grabbed the remote, switching on her television. Her knee brushed his leg slightly every time she moved, causing Spencer’s focus to change from the screen to her. 

Y/N noticed this and turned her head to face Spencer, “What?”

Spencer, realising that he had gotten caught, cleared his throat, “Oh, nothing. I just thought I saw something.” He lied and Y/N could see right through it. Instead of questioning it, she let the episode play. 

Over the course of the episode, Y/N had found that she had gradually moved closer to Spencer due to her constant shuffling. Her shoulder brushed his and her knee was now fully pressed against his. 

Spencer could barely concentrate on the episode. He had been close to Y/N before but never when the two were alone together. The feeling of her knee pressed against his and the gentle brush of her shoulder was almost enough for him to get up and leave and run away from his feelings.

The credits rolled signaling the end of the episode. Spencer was glad, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could take being in close proximity to Y/N. She swung her legs and stood up, stretching her body. Spencer looked away when her t-shirt rode up to reveal a bit of her stomach. 

Y/N checked the clock on the wall, “Oh my god!” She exclaimed, “It’s midnight.”

Spencer, who hadn’t realised the time, looked at the clock on the wall and sure enough it was midnight. He stood up from the couch, “I should be getting home, it’s late and we have to be at work early in the morning.”

“You can stay here for the night. It’s late and by the time you get back to your apartment it’ll be even later.” Y/N rambled.

Spencer thought about it for a moment. By the time it would take him to get home it would be about one in the morning. He was feeling tired now and he knew that by the time he would get home,he would be wide awake. 

“We can leave earlier in the morning so you can pick up some clothes from your apartment.” Y/N added.

Spencer took one more moment before nodding, causing Y/N to smile, “I think I have some clothes that’ll fit you so you can sleep in something comfortable. I’ll just go and get them.”

Spencer nodded before taking a seat on her couch, he guessed that it would be his bed for the night. Not that he was complaining, the couch was comfortable. Y/N returned with a pile of folded clothes in his hand and handed them to Spencer. He went to get changed in the bathroom before returning and began walking over to the couch.

“Where are you going?” Y/N questioned.

“To the couch?” Spencer asked confused.

“No, you can share my bed. That couch may look comfortable but after a few hours of laying on it, it gives you an awful pain in the neck.” Y/N said, taking Spencer’s hand, leading him to her bedroom.

Spencer, felt his face begin to heat up at the thought of sharing a bed with Y/N. He knew that she would see it as totally platonic but he would see it a completely different way. 

She laid down in the bed first and patted the space next to her. Reluctantly, Spencer climbed in the space next to her. They faced each other as they laid there. Y/N began to reach forward and Spencer recoiled slightly.

“Relax.” She muttered before pulling his glasses off his face and placing them on the nightstand. Spencer had completely forgotten he was wearing them until Y/N had taken them off. 

“You have really nice eyes,” Y/N said to Spencer, “They’re kind.”

“Um, thanks.” Spencer muttered quietly, a blush forming on his face. 

“Spencer, can I ask you a question?” Y/N asked.

“Of course.” Spencer replied.

“Will you go out on a date with me?” 

Spencer fell into a state of shock. Y/N had asked him to go out on a date. He was confused by why Y/N would want to go out with him in the first place. 

“What?” Spencer asked slowly, wondering if he misheard her. 

“I asked if you wanted to go out on a date with me? It’s totally fine if you don’t want to, I understand.” Y/N rambled.

“No, of course I want to,” Spencer replied, still quite shocked, “But why?”

“Why what?” Now it was Y/N’s turn to be confused.

“Why would you want to go out on a date with me?” 

Y/N’s eyes softened, “Because Spencer Reid. You are the most incredible person I’ve ever met,” Y/N started and continued to list off things that she admired about him. 

Spencer was listening intently, trying to process what Y/N was saying to him. He would’ve never thought that the person he liked would be saying all this to him.

“And not to mention, he is incredibly handsome.” Y/N finished.

“W-what?” Spencer questioned.

“I said that you are incredibly handsome Dr. Reid.” Y/N replied, her hand gently coming up to caress his cheek.

Spencer couldn’t help the smile that fell onto his face as Y/N’s thumb gently ran across his cheek. Y/N had a smile on her face as well, she had felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders after she had asked him on a date.

“So, are you free tomorrow night?” Y/N muttered. It was only now that she had realised that she had gotten closer to him. Their bodies were nearly completely touching. Spencer had one of his arms draped over her body while the other had begun to play with the ends of her hair. 

“For you Y/N, I’m free anytime.” Spencer said smiling.

[rosaliestark01]

Dusk Till Dawn - Part 9

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Tony reveals who Y/N's real dad is and Y/N confronts her family.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, angst, maybe some cringiness???

A/N: Although @annies-marvel-imagines will no longer be posting more parts, she will still receive credit.

"Can someone please explain what just happened?" Clint asks as he sits against the wall of their cell. He flicks a piece of lint from his sleeve before looking at the others for answers.

"I'm sorry. Did you miss the part where Y/N kicked our asses?" Tony backtalks. It's evident he takes your betrayal extremely personally, more so than anyone else.

"No, I think I was taking my afternoon nap," Clint deadpans. "What I don't understand is why."

"This is all my fault," Peter sighs. His shoulders slump and the regret is clear as day. "If I hadn't let my guard down at the dance-"

Everyone in the cell groaned in exasperation. Peter and Tony hadn't stopped blaming themselves the entire time, and it was shattering the morale of everyone there as though their spirits weren't already broken.

"Now's not the time to be playing the blame game," Nat discusses. "We need to figure out a way out of here."

"We wouldn't be in this mess if Y/N hadn't stabbed us all in the back," Bucky mumbles under his breath. He knew that you were a good fighter, considering he and Nat were the ones who trained you. He just never imagined that you'd turn on him and everyone else.

"No," Steve responds. "Y/N wouldn't betray us if she didn't have a good reason. He had to have forced her or something."

"Sorry to break it to you," Ezekiel chuckles as he approaches the cell with you and Eloise by his side, "but I didn't force Y/N to do shit. Isn't that right, sweetheart."

"Yeah, dad," you reply. Peter seems to be the only one to notice how uncomfortable you were to call that man your dad.

"Dad?" Tony quotes. His face turns beet red, and, for a split second, you were afraid that a vein would pop. He stares at Ezekiel angrily before responding, "You-"

Before Tony could finish his sentence, Ezekiel pressed a button, causing a soundproof metal barrier to surround the cell.

"Don't worry about them, Y/N." Ezekiel laughed, beginning to walk away. "They'll get what they deserve soon enough."

"With our sponsor ready to move to phase two, we'll be unstoppable," Eloise added. You refrained from becoming visibly alarmed at the mention of a sponsor. It made sense that that would have explained how they could get a hold of such advanced technology.

"Your sponsor?" You questioned, trying not to seem too interested.

"It's nothing you need to concern yourself with," Ezekiel mutters, ignoring you in favor of questioning Eloise. "Has the shipment arrived?"

"Most of it," She states. They continue walking ahead of you, leaving you to wonder what the heck you've gotten yourself into.

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"Tony, is that true?" Rhodey asks. "Is that asshole Y/N's real dad?"

"You're kidding me, right?" Tony retorts. "Of course, that's not Y/N's real dad."

"Then who is he?" Steve questions, unaware of how Tony has been avoiding making eye contact with him.

"His name is Ezekiel Stane. His dad was my business partner until he betrayed me." Everyone nods their head, beginning to understand what was going on.

"And now he's using Y/n to get revenge," Steve finished. "Who is Y/N's real dad?"

Everyone looks at Tony expectantly. They're both eager to find out who your real dad is and curious as to why it is such a heavily guarded secret. Whoever it is, it can't be worse than the guy who is actively manipulating you as an act of revenge. When Tony fails to answer, Bruce speaks up.

"Dammit, Tony, this is important information," he exclaims, throwing his hands in the air.

"Banner is right," Steve declares, causing Tony to lose it.

"Fine! You want to know who her real dad is? It's you!"Silence engulfs the cell as everyone is too shocked to quickly process what Tony revealed.

"Is this a joke to you?" Steve's brows knitted in confusion and anger as he stared at Tony. Yet, the fear and bitterness that burned in his eyes told the truth. "I can't be Y/N's dad. It's impossible."

"You want to know how it's possible? Ask Fury," Tony seethed. He couldn't meet anyone's eyes, but he knew what they were all thinking.

"Fury knew?" Nat asks quietly, not ready to believe that Fury would keep something this important, something this profound, about you from her.

"Dammit, Tony. You had no right to keep this a secret," Steve yells as he begins to pace. The more he thinks about it, the more you look like someone from his past, someone he thought would be his future before he went in the ice.

"Didn't I?" Tony challenges. "Y/N is still my daughter."

"Now's not the time to fight about this," Nat mutters, still processing the information. "Y/N still thinks that that guy is her dad, and we need to find a way out of here."

"I don't think that Y/N thinks that guy is her dad," Peter pipes up. "You saw how uncomfortable she got when she called him 'dad', and I have a gut feeling that she's still on our side."

"I don't trust your spider-tingle, or whatever you call it. It's been wrong before," Bucky scowls, remembering one of the few times he remembers Peter's gut feeling had led them all into a few unpleasant situations.

"But I don't think it's wrong this time. I have faith in Y/N," Peter states confidently.

"I hate to say it, but the kid is right. Y/N is our only hope of getting out of here."

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"Would you fucking quit it? You're giving me a headache," Eloise fusses. At this moment, you'd give anything to shut her up. You came here to think, but all you could think about was how her constant bickering was distracting you. "You're not having second thoughts, are you?"

The two of you were in what Ezekiel called the "weapon room ." Although there wasn't a weapon in sight, you had a feeling that they were still in the piles of unopened metal crates that were stacked around the room.

"They're the Avengers," You tell her. "Aren't you worried they'd escape?"

In reality, you were more worried about helping them escape. You'd be lying if you said that you thought this out entirely through. You should have realized before you put your friends and family in a cell that you'd need to know how to get them out of it.

"Unlike you, I have faith in the cell Zeke created. There's no way they can escape without the remote," Eloise glares at you from where she sat. The dislike she had for you was more evident than ever, but you didn't have it in you to be sad about it. The sweet girl you became friends with months ago never existed.

"What remote?" You ask. Her eyes narrowed at you as though she were scanning you for any signs of betrayal.

"Like I'd tell you," she huffs angrily as she rises to her feet. Either way, learning about the remote gave you a new plan. "Unlike Zeke, I don't trust you for a second. Not when we've got your slimy boyfriend in a cage."

"He's not my boyfriend." The words, despite their truth, burned your mouth. Peter wasn't your boyfriend, but that didn't mean you didn't want him to be.

"Sure." The second she turns around to leave, you notice something peaking out of her pocket. This could be the remote, you thought. Then again, what if it isn't. Either way, you weren't going to pass up the chance in case it is.

"Eloise." She turns toward you, but before she could react, your fist collides with her jaw, causing her to collapse on one of the crates. You check to make sure that she stayed out cold before grabbing the remote.

You couldn't help the rush of anticipation as you make your way towards the cell. You weren't sure what you were going to say to them or if they were even going to hear you out, but you had to try.

"Okay," you mutter as you stand in front of the cell. You stare at the remote in your hand, and you click on the button that you hope would open it. Abruptly, the cell seems to unlock before a door popped open. Inside stood the shocked faces of your family, who you double-crossed.

"You guys probably hate my guts, but trust me when I say I had a good reason," you stated as you stared at their faces which were a mixture of anger, disappointment, and relief.

"Care to explain?" Nat crosses her arms dauntingly, prompting you to lower your head in guilt.

"Well..." You began, fiddling with your sleeve. "I'll start by saying that I made a mistake by trusting Eloise and Ezekiel."

"You think?" Bucky scoffed. You couldn't help the shame that washed over you at the sight of the disappointed looks etched on the faces of your two mentors. You knew it would take a lot to earn back their trust, but you hoped that this was a start.

"But when I realized that Ezekiel wasn't my real dad, I had to play along," you explain. You look up at everyone and hope that they'd understand. "I think that they're planning something big."

"Answer this. Did you start playing along before or after you kidnapped all of us?" Nat questioned. The look on her face is unreadable, which slightly unsettled you.

"It was the night of the dance," you confirm. You felt bad about ditching Peter that night. It wasn't until afterward that you remembered that Peter didn't like Gwen. Instead, he chose you. You just had to go and mess it up by choosing Eloise. "They started talking nonsense about Tony attacking them and how they needed to destroy the Avengers, so I played along to find out what their endgame was."

You subtly wince at the way Tony's face fell when you used his name, regret washing over you immediately. For all you knew, Tony is your real dad, and the file that Hydra had on you was one big lie.

"What do you think they're planning?" Peter asks. You meet his eyes for the first time and answer honestly.

"I'm not sure, but Eloise said something about their sponsor being ready to move on to the next phase." You let the severity of the situation soak before continuing. "They've already received truckloads of metal crates just like the one we got from that Hydra base weeks ago."

"The one with the red wax stamp?" Nat asks, meaning she remembered.

"Exactly."

"So, do you have a plan?" Sam asks, getting up from the floor.

"Yeah." A small smile made its way to your face as you look at your family. "I have a plan."

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Tell Me What You’re Thinking (c.h)

Pairing: Calum Hood x Fem! Reader

Summary: You overhear something you shouldn’t hear. But Calum will make it right, won’t he?

Warnings: ANGST. Language (including insults), mentions of alcohol, drugs and cheating. MC with low self esteem. Some grammar mistakes (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word count: 4 k

Author’s Note: hi I’m back with the angsty shit. This is very self indulgent, and I put Mitchy as a bad guy here, so sorry if you like him? Reblogs, Commets, Feedback and likes are very welcomed and encouraged! I love to hear from you guys ❤️ hope you like it and Happy Reading ✨🦋🌻

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You sighed as you finished your last paper. It was finals week and you were officially done with your exams and term papers for the semester. The last couple of weeks were rough and no one knew that more than you and your boyfriend Calum who has been by your side through this whole stressing process.

You smiled to yourself as you remembered the encouraging words that Calum often said to you. He knew how hard you worked in school and at your part time job in a law firm, and you appreciated how much he cared for you in times of stress and frustrations. Always cheering you up from the bleechers as you made a name for yourself.

Calum promised that once you were done with school for the semester, he was going to take you out on a well deserved Holiday, just the two of you and Duke as you celebrated another six months worth of work done. Everything was already planned for the next weekend and you couldn’t wait.

You reread your final essay one more time and decided that it was enough for today and if there were any mistakes left, then you’ll deal with them tomorrow. Now the only thing in your mind was a cozy blanket and a feel good movie. But first, you needed to get some food and drinks for your mini celebratory self care session.

The thought of asking Calum to come join you crossed your mind, but you quickly remembered that tonight was boys night. Every couple of weeks Calum and his friends have a little night out to catch up and decompress all of the stress of the week. Tonight was Calum’s turn to host boys night as they decided to have a quiet night in, so they must be having a good time downstairs and you didn’t want to ruin the mood.

With that thought in mind, you carefully placed your laptop on Calum’s side of the bed and carefully untangled your legs from under the covers so you wouldn't wake up Duke, who snuggled with you every time you had to work to keep you company. You put on one of Calum’s hoodies and headed downstairs trying your best to not make any sound.

Before you even reached the last step of the stairs, you could already hear your boyfriend’s laugh and it made your heart flutter. Even after almost three years of being together, his laugh still gives you butterflies every time you hear it, falling even more in love than what is possible.

Once you were in the kitchen, you started looking into the cupboards as you searched for your favorite snacks, but in the end you were unable to find any, thinking that maybe Calum has hidden them somewhere on the top shelves where he knows you can’t reach.

Letting out a small huff, you debated with yourself the option of climbing up the counter or admitting defeat and go ask your boyfriend for some help. Luckily, you didn’t have to decide as you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite scholar” Said Ashton with a light chuckle “What are you doing here? I thought you’d be out tonight since it’s boys night”

You smiled as you let him wrap his arms around you to give you a hug. Ashton was the first friend you made when you moved to LA a couple of years back, he was the one who introduced you to Calum in the first place, and you were very thankful for having him as a best friend.

“I had to finish up some term papers, so I had to reschedule my girl’s night for tomorrow” You explained to the black haired man “And what are you doing here? Need a refill?” You ask, pointing to the empty glass he was holding.

Ashton nodded, “Yeah, but I also needed a time out. Mitchy is kinda being very obnoxious today” He said with a sigh.

Mitchy Collins was a close friend with the boys for many years now, but you can’t say that he is a friend of yours. It’s not like you haven’t tried to befriend the singer, on the contrary, you both had multiple chances to get to know each other but he either ignored you or made things very awkward between you. And, to be honest, you were not that excited to become his friend either. There was something weird about him, a bad vibe per se, that made you not trust him at all. He was always very loud, obnoxious and downright rude sometimes and it made you very uncomfortable. Both Calum and Ashton knew about your uneasiness with Mitchy, so they didn’t push it too far and you were thankful for that.

“Oh?” You asked, trying to mask your discomfort “What is he saying this time?”

“Just a bunch of bullshit, to be honest. He is very high right now and thinks he’s above everyone else” Ashton said, taking a seat on one of the kitchen island stools. You did the same as you offered him a glass of water.

“Are you high right now?” You chuckled.

“Nope. Calum and I decided to stay clean tonight cause tomorrow we start early in the studio and the weed kinda messes up our pipes” He explains.

“What about Luke and Mikey?”

“They are not here yet, they said they needed to finish up something for a song and then they will meet us here” Ashton shrugged, not giving it too much importance “And what about you, darling? How was your day?”

You began to tell Ashton about how you finally finished the semester and how excited you were for your little getaway with Calum next week. However, every couple of minutes you were interrupted by a loud laugh or an obnoxious comment coming from the living room where the rest of the boys were sitting. Sometimes their loud comments started loud conversations that neither of you could help but overhear, but you did your best to ignore them. But some things are easier said than done.

“I’m telling you man! You can do so much better” You heard Mitchy’s voice echoing through the house, followed by a chuckle from Calum who mumbled something among the lines of “Fuck off”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you stopped the conversation you had with Ashton in order to pay attention to what was being said down the hall. You looked at Ash with a confused face, wondering what they could be saying but at the same time not knowing if you should continue listening to their private affairs. You were about to open up your mouth to continue what you were saying until another comment made by Mitchy caught your attention.

“You have to admit she is the worst sometimes. All she does is boss you around like you are some kind of puppet. She is the definition of annoying”

You sat up straight as you looked at Ashton, who mirrored your puzzled expression.

“Is- is he talking about me?” You asked in a whisper.

Ashton shook his head “I don’t thi-”

“I swear! What does she even do besides work and study all the time? She barely has time for you. You said it yourself! And when she’s not doing any of those things? She’s nagging around and clinging to you like you’re a damn purse! That’s who Y/N is”

You froze in the spot. So they were talking about you… and did Calum really say you don’t have time for him? You don’t even get time to yourself and he knows that! He said he was okay with it, that he understood and supported you through and through… Guess not.

“I still don’t know what you saw in her, dude. She’s just plain boring, playing to be a good girl when in reality she has zero personality” He continued his rant “She does nothing for you! Honestly! I’m surprised you made it this far with that bitch”

You knew that wasn’t true. He never really made an effort to get to know you! how could he be saying all those stuff? You did everything for Calum, all your goals, your plans are for the both of you. How could he know that if he never really talked to you? But you had to admit that that first comment really hurt. You were always doubting yourself at the beginning of your relationship with Calum, always feeling like you weren’t good enough, or pretty enough, or smart or fun or hot… To fight off those kinds of feelings was a difficult job to say the least, but Calum was always there to fight them with you, reassuring you that he loved you. He loved every part of you and he will love you forever.

“Is she at least a decent fuck? Cause I don’t see her doing anything remotely interesting in bed” Mitchy laughed “If she’s not she’s just wasting your time”

You noticed how Ashton suddenly stiffened next to you when he heard Mitchy’s comments. His knuckles turned white as he gripped his fists at the side of his body “Okay, that’s enough” But you were quicker, grabbing onto his shirt as a sign to make him stay there with you and not cause a scene.

His eyes found yours and you could see the anger build up on them, you knew that he would defend you no matter what and you loved him for that. But you knew Calum would defend you over there, he wouldn't let him talk about you that way.

“Ash, please” You pleaded, tugging on his shirt for him to take a seat again. But he preferred to stay standing next to you, almost like guarding and shielding you from any other comment that might hurt your feelings.

“I can’t let him talk about you like that!” He hissed. But you just shook your head.

“I know, Ash. I know. But Cal will handle it” You said confidently, trying to keep yourself together.

You knew Calum would not let those comments slide. Even if you weren’t in the room with him, those comments were awful and very hurtful, no one deserves to be treated like that, especially by someone as close as a friend of his.

You waited for his intervention, but your heart crushed when the only thing you heard from him were laughs.

“She’s a good fuck” That’s all he said.

The grip you had on Ashton’s shirt suddenly flattered as you fought the lump in your throat “Y-you said he wasn’t high” You whispered to Ashton, who was just as frozen as you were after hearing his best mate’s comment.

“He’s not” He said, standing tall next to you. As much as he wanted to go in there and give the guys an earful, he knew you needed him here with you.

Out of all the things Mitchy has said, out of all the insults and belitments, that’s what he says? That you’re a good fuck?

You knew that you could be annoying sometimes when you got happy. You just wanted to share that happiness with everyone around you and you thought… you thought that Calum liked that. You were not a bad girlfriend, you always tried your best to make him as happy as he makes you; to love him as much as he loves you, cause he loves you. Doesn’t he?

If he loves you then why is he letting his friend say all of this stuff about you? Why is he not saying anything? Does- does he agree with him?

The tears started rolling silently, half of you not believing what you were hearing while the other half clang to the idea of Calum defending you at some point.

“Oh I know!” Said Mitchy after a while “I can introduce you to someone! Right now, actually. Her name’s Vanessa and she’s crazy hot, dude”

He can’t be serious.

Ashton looked at you with pleading, furious eyes. Almost begging you to go and let him deal with them. But you grabbed his hand and made him stay. This has to be it. This has to be the chance for Calum to say something.

“You’re kidding right?” The curly haired man asked. Making you let out a breath of relief.

“Not at all! Think about it. We go, you meet her, you fuck her and done!” He said like it was nothing “Y/N will never find out cause she’s stuck up her ass. Your fans will never know or they won’t care cause they don’t even know you are in a ”relationship” to begin with! You are single to their eyes. And you get a decent fuck from someone who looks the part and knows how to have fun! It’s a win - win!”

Your heart stopped as you waited for Calum to answer. To tell Mitchy to go fuck himself. To tell him that he loves you and would never do that to you.

“I don’t know, man. I’ll think about it” Calum shrugged “Plus, if we go out I’ll have to tell Y/N. She’s upstairs finishing some shit for her university”

“Fucking hell… see! I told you! A stuck up bitch” Mitchy said, making Calum laugh.

But their laughs and the rest of the conversation grew numb to your ears. Your body trembled as the tears came flooding in, holding in the sobs that were tearing up your throat. How could he? He was really thinking of cheating on you.

You could feel every little piece of your heart shattered as you search for some kind of leverage that could hold you still so you don’t fall and break. You felt ill, disgusted and heartbroken.

As you tried to get up, you felt your knees buckle and almost fell to the ground if it weren’t for Ashton holding you up. He was still there and you knew by the look in his eyes that he was not going anywhere.

He was just as disgusted and angry as you. He couldn’t believe all the things that were said tonight, all the things that Calum failed to make it right and hurt you in the process. He knew that if he were in that room that the conversation would’ve died the moment it started. He would never let them talk about you that way.

“I-I can’t-“ You cried, moments away from hyperventilating “I can’t stay here, Ash”

He nodded, pulling you into a hug and kissing the top of your head for reassurance “Go upstairs, love. Grab your stuff and we’re getting out of here. You’re staying with me tonight, okay?” Ashton let go of you and started walking towards the living room where the rest of the guys were still talking.

“Ash” You called, making him turn around “D-don’t make a scene, please”

He sighed as he muttered a quiet “okay” before turning around, leaving you alone as you went upstairs to grab the bare necessities to spend the night, you’ll figure out the rest later. Right now you just needed to get out of here.

You opened the bedroom door and almost collapsed at the entrance. Duke came running towards you, sensing that there was something wrong as he started to whine and tried to jump into your arms. That only made you cry harder as you realized that you were leaving him too. You fell to the floor and patted the puppy as he tried to wipe off your tears with his tongue, breaking your heart even more.

A loud voice cut you out of your thoughts. You could hear Ashton yelling, although you couldn’t exactly figure out what he was saying. This meant that Calum knew you heard everything and that, if he had at least some decency left in him, he would come and get you. You needed to act fast.

You stood up and grabbed the first big bag that you could find. Inside of it you threw your laptop, your books, your charger, some clothes and some bathroom essentials. You debated on whether or not to take with you a picture of you, Calum and Duke… it was your favorite memory with them. But the damage was stronger than the nostalgia, so you threw that picture to the ground before you left the room that once belonged to you.

You were running down the stairs when you passed Calum running up them. You ignored him as he stopped in his tracks and followed you to the hall.

“Y/N!” He said, desperate to try and stop you “Y/N, baby, please! Hear me out!”

“Hear what?! I already heard enough!” You said as you turned around.

Calum’s face was almost unrecognizable. The fear in his eyes, the desperation in his voice and his close off body language was not something you’d normally see in him. The “I fucked up” expression showed all the regret in the world, yet you didn’t seem to care at the moment.

“I. Heard. All of it, Calum” You cried through gritted teeth, anger boiling inside of you as you stared at the man you thought you’d marry “All of it and not once did I hear you say something to try and defend me. How do you think that made me feel?!”

“Baby-“ He tried, but you cut him off.

“I work my ass off all day and night for you, for us. For me to go and see you on tour like you ask me to, knowing damn well I would go to the ends of this fucking earth for you! Catching up extra classes and shifts so I can go with you. I cancel everything to be with you. I gave up everything for us to be together. I barely even have time for myself as I try my best to be something worthy of you!” Your tears were staining your face, but you pushed away the pain for a moment, knowing that once you break down it’s over “I try my best to be a good girlfriend, a good friend! I loved you with all my heart and this is what I get after almost three years? A good fuck? That 's it?”

Calum’s world fell to the floor as he tried hard to fight off the lump in his throat, whispering in a broken voice “Loved?”

“That’s all you get from it?” You ask defeated “Calum I would’ve never let my friends call you names, insult you or offend you in any way. I would’ve gone to the ends of the world for you, defended you till the day I die. All because I trusted you to do the same for me and you failed me, Calum. You broke me. You let him call me a bitch, a stuck up, worthless, stupid, bossy, annoying… should I go on? Cause those words are now printed in my memory, next to you agreeing to all of those things. Is that what you think of me?”

“Baby, I swear it’s not like that!” He said, grabbing your hand and trying to make you stay “I fucked up! I know! You are right, I failed you and you don’t know how much I hate myself for it! But please, love. You know I could never think of you like that… you are the most wonderful person there is! You are kind, smart, loving, beautiful-“

“Did you cheat on me?” You ask bluntly.

“What?”

“Did you cheat on me?”

“No!” Calum said instantly “No, I would never!”

You nodded “Yet, you thought of it.”

Calum opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off again “Is that why you never made our relationship public? So you could have a free pass whenever you want to? Cause I thought it was to protect our privacy, for us to have a normal life in the midst of the chaos that is to date a celebrity. When you told all of that I thought “wow, this is a guy with integrity and with values” Yet I don’t know what to believe now. I thought you loved me-“

“I do love you-“

“I thought you loved me” You said, the tears were already dry as the anger came flooding in “But you don’t hurt the people you love. You don’t break them like you did to me. You don’t let anyone hurt them, even if they are not in the room with you. And you don’t cheat on them like you were going to tonight with that girl Vanessa while I waited here like an idiot for you to come home and spend some time with me”

You pull your hand out of his grasp, holding onto your bag as you heard Calum cry “Y/N-“

“You are free to do whatever you want now, Calum. Cause to the eyes of your fans you are single, and I am as well”

You turned around and saw Ashton waiting by the door with his keys in his hand. He opened up the door for you as you walked by, ignoring all of Calum’s pleads for you to stay.

“So you are just going to leave?!” He yelled, not knowing what else to do. “Whe- Where are you taking her Ashton?”

The black haired man made sure that you were already sitting in his car before turning around to face his friend “I’m taking here with me and away from you cause that’s what she needs now. So don’t bother calling or showing up cause you are not welcome right now. And don’t even try to call Luke or Michael cause they already know and we won’t support you on this” Ashton said as calm as he could. He already told him off, but the anger of seeing you cry in front of him still resided in him.

“I- I love her , Ash! You can’t just take her away from me. I’m her boyfriend!”

“Correction, you were her boyfriend. And I can take her away and I will cause she asked me to” He said taking an intimidating step closer to Calum “Cause while you were here talking trash about her behind her back, planning on how to cheat on her. I was back there, holding her while she broke down crying cause she couldn’t believe that her boyfriend didn’t stand up for her and let a fucking stranger insult her all night long! You weren’t there to see her eyes water or her lip tremble. You weren’t there when she begged me with tears in her eyes to not make a scene cause all she wanted to do was to get out of here. She is the most amazing person ever, she is a light in all of our lives and you extinguished her without a second thought. You might be my friend, but she is too and I love her and I will defend her no matter what, she doesn’t deserve this kind of crap you just showed to her. So don’t count on me to try and help you get her back, I won’t blame her if she doesn’t”

Calum felt small as Ashton walked away from him, closing the door with a bang and leaving him all alone in his big house. Well, almost.

“Dude, that was intense” Mitchy laughed as he placed a hand on Calum’s shoulder “So, wanna go now?”

A blind rage fell over Calum as he heard the mocking laughs of his so-called friend, acting like his life just didn’t fall apart in front of him.

Calum grabbed the singer by the neck of his shirt and pushed him forcefully against the wall “You are going to get out of my house and never come back. You hear me?!” He yelled to his face, almost letting out steam from his nostrils as he was sure he could kill him right now.

“Dude, what’s wrong with yo-“

Calum quickly grabbed a bottle from his nearby mini bar, suddenly gaining all the courage he should’ve had hours ago, and throwed it to Mitchy’s feet, making him jump “Get the fuck out!” He yelled, grabbing bottle after bottle, glass after glass and throwing them into the ground “OUT!”

Only when the last bottle was smashed into pieces did he realize he was completely alone.

And only then did he allow himself to cry for the loss of the love of his life, walking away from him and leaving him to pick up the pieces of two broken hearts.

part 2

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[littlemisspascal]

Death and an Angel part 6

Helmetless + Death!Din and Cupid F!Reader

Summary: Three things happen at once. 

He pulls his glove off and tosses it aside. You forget how to breathe.

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,114

Warnings: Swearing, backstory, angsty angst, fluffy fluff, mutual pining finally acknowledged, overuse of italics, don’t mess with Din’s Cupid or he’ll kill you

Author Note: Important please read this! Ok, so if you’ve been following along you’ll know I had no outline for this originally. And well, that’s come back to bite me. I had to make an edit to Part 2, a small one but still the very beginning will look marginally different if you’ve read it before today’s date Dec. 16, 2020. Basically, I took away the implication that You don’t know exactly how You became a Cupid. So, yeah. Hopefully moving forward I’ll be better handling all this *awkward shuffling*. As always, thank you for all the support and I appreciate every one of you so much ❤

Links to Part 1 and Part 5 and Part 7

Cross-posted on AO3.

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Silence floods the ship in the wake of your admission, stifling and charged with enough tension you fear breathing too loud will set off a chain reaction with disastrous results. It makes the hair on the back of your neck prickle, every instinct inside of you screaming to teleport away, if only so you no longer have to see Din stubbornly trying and failing to hide his internal turmoil behind a mask of indifference. 

When he opens his mouth, you tense but the question slices through you all the same. “When?”

You hesitate, making a face. “Din, we really don’t have time for this. Let’s just move on—”

Without warning, the hand holding your elbow slides to your wrist and twists, turning your palm up for inspection. Din stares at the blank expanse of skin, then slowly his gaze lifts, and he releases you as if you’ve poisoned him.

“You’ve never lied to me before, angel. Did you honestly think now was the best time to start?” he asks, and something breaks inside of you when he looks at you as if you’ve become a total stranger to him.

But before any pain can begin to sink in, anger overcomes you as his assumption registers.

“I’m not lying, you asshole,” you say sharply, feeling a faint pulse of petty satisfaction when you notice the subtle way his stance shifts defensively, betraying his surprise at your boldness. Resting your hands on your hips, you fix him with your fiercest glare. “For all that you are a powerful ancient being of the universe, you are also the biggest, most ignorant fool I’ve ever met. You have absolutely no idea how Cupids become Cupids, do you?”

You don’t offer him even a second to respond, too wound up and fueled by the overwhelming desire to make him get it. To make him understand you’re not purposefully trying to hurt him. If it were up to you, you’d make sure he never felt any kind of pain. But that would require having a choice and that is the one thing the universe did not grant you as a Cupid.

“Every Cupid was once a mortal with a soulmate,” you explain, choosing each word with careful precision while watching his face to make sure his focus never wavers. “And every one of us was rejected by them. When we die, we’re transformed into Cupids, losing our soulmate markings in the process.” When you feel your bottom lip begin to wobble, you pause to take a steadying breath. “You asked me before, what is the true purpose of a Cupid? It’s to help others find the kind of love we never experienced for ourselves.”

Din stands there in front of you, still staring passively, and you’re scared for a moment your words have made no difference, but then his jaw clenches so tightly you hear his teeth grinding. 

“You were rejected?” he growls, vicious and guttural, the sound of a feral beast.

He pivots, fist colliding with the wall with enough force it dents the metal beneath his knuckles. You flinch at the noise, shocked at the abuse he’s inflicted upon his beloved ship. Every bone in his hand should have shattered upon impact, but because Death is immune to such damage he merely turns back to you, breathing raggedly and eyes blackened with rage.

“Tell me his name.”

You’ve already begun shaking your head before you say, “So you can go hunt him down? Hell no. Trust me, it doesn’t matter.”

Instead of pacifying him, this only infuriates him further. “How can you say that? That bastard broke your heart when he was supposed to cherish you, protect you, love you above all else.”

“You think I don’t know that?” you ask peevishly, letting your temper get the better of you. Sparing a moment to mentally count to ten, you quietly reveal, “I can say it doesn’t matter because I don’t even remember who he was. There is no point sending you to kill someone who’s face I can’t pick out of a crowd.”

The sudden way Din’s whole body slumps in response to the news, like a puppet whose strings have been cut, expression scrunched and dumbfounded, would have made you laugh if the circumstances were entirely different. Being what they are, you can only meet his stare evenly, silently assuring him you’re not joking in the slightest.

“I don’t understand,” Din says at last, looking like he wants to approach but is unsure you’ll welcome his nearness so he keeps his distance. “You never told me you had memory loss before. What happened to you?”

You shrug helplessly. “I don’t know. For as long as I’ve been a Cupid, all my memories from my mortal life have dark spots, like something poked holes in them.”

Din glances away as he mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like ‘Or someone’ but before you can comment, his tone rises to its usual volume as he says, “Is this why you collect all those old newspapers? To try to help you remember?”

You recall with embarrassment him having previously commented on the pile in your living room. That moment feels like years ago, the two of you sitting in your apartment and Din asking...if Cupids were on the list of potential soulmates. Was that his way of asking if you were on the list? Surely not. He’s much cleverer than that.

...Isn’t he?

“I just,” you shake your head, refocusing on the current conversation. “I keep thinking maybe I’ll find something that fills in the gaps. I don’t like this pit in my stomach, this feeling that I’ve forgotten something important.” You huff a self-deprecating chuckle. “Other than my soulmate, I mean.”

He offers you a smile, small and lopsided, likely meant to be consoling, but you see right through it. You see his pain in the tightness around his mouth, in the way his fingers flex at his sides like it’s taking all his self-control not to reach out to you. Your confession has hurt him. Badly. It’s the kind of hurt no amount of bacta can heal.

The silence returns, different than the one usually experienced during hyperspace in that it wishes to be broken, for someone to say something, anything. You would grant its wish except your thoughts are a jumbled mess inside your head. Deep down, there is a part of you which knows there is nothing you can say that will fix this—this being the chasm forming between you and Din, widening with every passing second spent staring wordlessly at each other. 

Would telling him sooner have prevented this heartbreak? Probably. But looking back, you can’t think of an opportune moment. You had never thought your crush could be requited—not just because you were already matched, but also because it had always seemed so ridiculous, imagining the great and powerful Death feeling anything remotely close to affection for an unimportant, low-ranking Cupid. 

“Angel,” Din begins after a few minutes, his voice anchoring you back in the present. He’s staring over your shoulder, brow furrowed thoughtfully and you can practically hear the gears turning inside his head. “Earlier, you said you didn’t tell your boss I was your client. Why didn’t you?”

“I-I don’t know,” you stutter, before an unexpected wave of boldness comes over you. Digging your finger into the armor on his chest, you remind him, “You came to me first, remember? Not them. So, I figured you didn’t want them knowing.”

“I couldn’t care less who knows,” Din deadpans.

“Oh.” You blink, hand falling back along your side, because what else can you say.

“You want to know what I think?” Oh Maker, he’s stepping closer until there’s only a foot of space between you two. His voice is a low, raspy murmur, sending your heartbeat into overdrive. “I think you didn’t want them knowing because you like being the only angel who does.”

You start to squirm, fight or flight instincts at total war with each other. His theory isn’t too far from the truth, making it all the worse hearing it out loud because it practically oozes possessiveness which is exactly what you’d feared.

“Before you pull away from me again,” Din continues, knowing you and your mind too damn well. “I want you to listen when I say nothing that you’ve told me changes how I feel about you.”

“Din—” you try, only for your voice to crack.

Then three things happen at once.

He pulls his glove off and tosses it aside. You forget how to breathe.

“I’ve been alone my entire existence and I kept telling myself that was how the universe intended it to be. That I couldn’t love anyone because I kill everything I touch.” A smile pulls at his lips when he looks down at his bare hand and a note of awe slips into his voice. “Then you came along, beautiful and clumsy and unafraid to call me out for being an ass. I started looking forward to each full moon because it meant I got to see you and admire every new detail about your life you chose to share with me. And then when this appeared,” he nods towards the soulmate marking, gleaming faintly beneath the overhead lighting, “all I could think of was you.”

You feel your throat becoming thick as you blink back tears, inhaling sharply through your nose. “Why didn’t you say anything at the train station? Why would you let me try to set you up with matches if you liked me that way?”

Din grimaces, abashed. “Because after you said there weren’t any Cupids on your list, I realized you didn’t know I liked you. I convinced myself I had to show you how I felt, instead of tell you. Although,” he holds up a finger, backtracking, “I actually almost did confess, on our way to Sorgan, but you stopped me. And that just further convinced me actions spoke louder than words. I knew none of the people you found me could ever compare with you, so I thought once you saw each unsuccessful connection, you’d realize the only hand I want to hold is yours.”

“Din, it can’t be me.” Your protest is weak, on the verge of caving in, forcing you to try another angle. “I can’t have two soulmates.”

He inhales a breath so sharp and unexpected, it startles your poor heart into skipping a beat.

Din looks at you like you’ve gifted him all the stars in the galaxy, brown eyes blown wide with hope. “Angel, do you mean it? That you consider me—”

“Of course, you idiot.” You attempt a laugh, but it comes out sounding broken and forced. “As Death, as Din, as whoever you want to be, I’ll always consider you. But...what if what happened on Sorgan happens to us? What if the universe doesn’t favor us?”

“I just want to be yours.” Din extends his hand towards you. “And if that means breaking the universe’s rules, then fuck it. We’ll make up our own. Together.”

Time seems to stand still, like you’ve entered a realm separate from the rest of the universe where you’re able to forget you have a complicated past, filled with holes and a soulmate who rejected you. Here it’s just you, Din, and his offer to love you unconditionally. Here you have a choice.

And it’s the easiest one you’ve ever made.

You slowly lift up your hand to hover in front of his, fingers trembling as they uncurl.

“Together,” you whisper.

And then your hands are moving to meet one another, closer and closer until his fingertips brush yours, sending a spark of warmth through your nervous system. Oh, Maker, you had described what you imagined a soulmate connection was like, but you had no idea this is the true experience. It’s like a sunrise dissolving midnight skies, lighting up your surroundings with breathtaking vibrancy. You can’t fathom how you survived all this time being in his presence without feeling his touch.

“Dank farrik,” he mutters hoarsely, sounding just as overwhelmed and awestruck as you feel.

You open your mouth, but instead of words a whimper of agony escapes instead. That lovely warmth spreading from your linked hands has started to boil, white-hot and furious. It’s as if all your internal parts have caught fire and are slowly withering to ash—your organs, your bones, even your kriffing blood. 

Your body crumples and Din cries out your name, but you don’t get to hear him say it, unconscious before your head collides with the floor.

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[dumbikawa]

Being Stressed About Exams & HQ Boys Comforting You

GN!Reader | Comfort/Fluff | Warnings: stressed reader

Characters: Atsumu, Oikawa

A/n: This is extremely self-indulgent as school has been kicking my butt and the future post-graduation is very terrifying lol

ATSUMU

You stare at the computer in front of you, the text you’re supposed to read for class beginning to swim together as your eyes fill with tears. Everything is happening too fast and you feel completely unprepared to take any of it on. What if you spent all of this time and money on schooling only to fail so close to the end? What if you finally do finish, but then can’t find a job in your field? Should you have studied something else? The questions become more exhausting and constant the closer it gets to exams. 

Small droplets roll off your cheeks and begin to pool on your keyboard. You haphazardly wipe them away before powering off the computer and tucking it back in your bag. Out of sight, out of mind, you figure. It’s not like there’s any use in trying to finish it tonight when you can already feel another wave of stress induced tears coming on. Those have also become a regular thing.

You click the volume button on your phone so that the sounds of music fill the room before leaning back in the desk chair, testing the limits of how far you can recline before gravity takes over. Atsumu had made this study playlist for you when he first noticed how stressed you were. It contained a mixture of your favorite songs, his favorite songs, and a few ‘motivational’ songs he pulled from his work-out playlists. It was a bit of a weird Frankenstein mash up with the large variety of genres, but it quickly became one of your studying must haves.

Over the sound of the music, you couldn’t hear the shower click off and the door to the bathroom swinging open. When Atsumu steps out, he sees you sitting where he’d left you, although, in a more dangerous position than you’d been in before as he notices the way the desk char teeters back and forth. His attention is quickly caught by the music choice, though, recognizing one of the songs playing as a favorite of his he added to the playlist he made for you a couple weeks ago. A smile breaks through his face as he hurriedly jumps into a pair of sweatpants before approaching your quiet figure.

As he comes up behind you, though, he notices a slight glisten upon your cheeks and a few fresh tears that tumble from your closed eyes. His upturned lips quickly sink as worry floods through him. Exams had been taking a toll on you, it wasn’t hard to tell, but he would never get used to seeing you cry.

“Baby,” he whispers, gently wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “What can I do for ya? Food? Cuddles? Cry it out?” You nod, resting the chair back on the ground and practically launching yourself into his arms.

Atsumu catches you with ease, his strong arms holding you against his chest. His hand rubs up and down your spine, sending shivers racing down you back, but there's no ulterior motive to his gentle touches. He continues the soft touches as he guides you to the bed, only letting you go for a second before allowing you to bury yourself in his side again.

“What if I can’t do it?” you whisper, trailing your fingers across Atsumu's toned chest. “I’ve studied for so long, but what if it doesn’t work out? What if--What if I don’t actually know anything and I crash and burn and--”

Atsumu shushes you gently, placing a few comforting kisses to your forehead. He notices your breathing beginning to grow heavier as your anxiety takes over. There's a few moments of silence as you try to match your breathing to his, the two of you taking slow, deep breaths in sync.

“The future might be unsure and stressful, but I know you’re going to do your best and make it work. All you can do is continue to work towards your goals and handle everything as it comes. Not to mention, I’m always going to be here to remind you of how strong you are even if you don’t see it.”

A new wave of tears begins as his words echo through your ears. You bury your face in his chest as your arms wrap around his waist in an attempt to pull yourself as close to him as you physically can be. Somehow he knew exactly what you needed to hear and a part of you wonders if he’s ever repeated those sentiments to himself when things felt unsure.

He continues to whisper reassurances as you fully relax against him, your tears finally beginning to dry up. You lift your head and offer him a weak smile.

“Thanks for letting me cry on your abs,” you sniffle, allowing yourself to truly laugh.

Atsumu feels lighter as he watches you smile and joke, hopefully being able to forget about the more stressful parts of life for a while as he holds you close. There’s been countless times where you eased his worries about the future, so he’s just happy that he can return the favor and create a safe space where you’re allowed to simply be.

OIKAWA

The cup in your hand is warm and comforting as you trudge towards your bedroom, a sense of dread washing over you as soon as your eyes land upon the laptop you left sitting open on the bed. With finals coming up, you thought it would be a good idea to transfer the notes you had written down during lectures onto your computer, figuring it would make them easier to access and that the process of going back through the information would be a good way to ensure you remember the material.

What you didn’t realize, however, is how absolutely time consuming and exhausting it was going to be. Your neck hurts from constantly looking back and forth between the paper and computer screen, your back hurts because somewhere along the way you abandoned any semblance of healthy posture and decided to go full cave gremlin in the way you hunched over your work, and instead of absorbing the information for a second time it seemed as if your brain had completely abandoned you and gone on autopilot. Shoving the computer off the bed and taking a nap feels like the best course of action right now, but you know if you stop now there’s no way you’re going to want to finish later.

Begrudgingly, you settle back onto the bed and take a large swig of coffee before stretching your fingers and placing them back on the keyboard. It couldn’t take that much longer right? All you have to do is push through and get it done.

And, for the next few hours, that’s what you do. You jump back in where you left off and race through the next few, gruelingly long chapters. The daylight outside quickly dwindles away until you’re forced to turn on the bedside lamp when you realize the sun has sunk far below the horizon and is beginning to cast bizarre shadows around the room. It was no bother, though, because you’re so close to being done. The issue is that neither your brain nor your body could keep up anymore.

Your fingers keep hitting the wrong keys, typing made up words that have you constantly backspacing and starting sentences over again for a third of even a fourth time. The breaking point comes when you go to take a sip of your now cold coffee and look back at the screen after attempting to type an entire paragraph from your notes in one go. Little did you know your finger placement was off, yet again, and the entire paragraph is an unreadable mess that even spell check doesn’t want to touch.

The tears that sting your eyes make you feel stupid. It was entirely too dumb to cry over something as superficial as misspellings that could be easily fixed and cold coffee. But once the tears start they won’t stop. Suddenly, you’re not crying over the notes or even school work in general. You’re crying about the crushing weight of change that's soon to come once you finish with classes and how impossible everything has begun to feel.

You’re too exhausted to focus on anything anymore, letting the hot tears run down your cheeks freely, which is why you don’t hear the rushed footsteps of your boyfriend who could hear your hiccuping breaths from down the hall. 

He doesn’t say anything when he sees you curled up on the bed, your face buried in your arms. Oikawa sits on the ground closest to you and lays his head near yours as he begins to run his slender fingers through your hair. It doesn't take a psychic to tell you've been stressed with the quickly approaching exams, and from the collection of notes littered all around to the half closed computer the dots practically connect themselves.

The slight dip on the bed near your head alerts you to his presence, but you don't move. His hands guiding themselves over your scalp is quick to relax your body, but your mind feels like it's about to burst any moment as the thoughts continue to race.

“You’re doing so good,” he whispers against your temple, planting soft kisses after every word, “and you deserve to take a break. Remember when you used to have to tell me that all the time?" The feeling of his quiet laughter against your skin makes you smile, along with the memories of simpler times before either of you had barely begun to grasp how harsh the world could be.

"I picked up dinner for us, it was an apology for coming home late," he admits, kissing the top of your head. "But let's go heat it up and you can either tell me everything you're worried about or we can try to forget all about it for now and watch a movie. I'd really like it if you talked about it eventually, though. I know I'm not going to be able to fix it all, but that doesn't mean I can't try."

You turn your head to the side, exposing your tear stained cheeks that are quickly wiped away by Oikawa's calloused thumbs.

"I will," you say, voice heavy. "For now could you just hold me?" There isn't a second of hesitation as Oikawa slips his arms beneath your figure and presses you tightly against him.

"Movie it is," he announces, laying you on the couch with the remotes so that you could put on whatever you want. Your brain would never stop the constant anxious thoughts, but losing yourself in those chocolate brown eyes made it easy to imagine a future where it all works out somehow. Little do you know, Oikawa sees the same thing reflected in your eyes as he wonders about the right time, perhaps a couple years from now when you've both settled down in your careers, when he can finally buy that ring he's been looking at.

[heavenbarnes]

when it’s that time of night

Jim Hopper x Reader

Warnings/Contains: swearing, dirty talk, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of masturbation, fully clothed sex, implied age gap, canon-typical spookiness

Word Count: 3.4k

i finally finished stranger things and i’m just as hot for hawkins chief of police as i was when i started, so here we are x

Gathered around Joyce Byers' kitchen table, your gaze flickered between the comotion unfolding in front of you, and Hopper. Things had undeniably changed since that evening, and those same things had only seemed to get, well, stranger. A silly part of you hoped that if you glared at him hard enough, things would start to become clear.

"I wouldn't normally do this, but you're about one of the only people I can trust."

Jim stood on your doorstep with three of the neighborhood kids, and one young girl you'd not seen before. This was not something you anticipated when you started seeing Hopper, but nevertheless, you stepped aside and let them in.

Maybe that was why he had brought them hear, because it was in your nature to care more about their safety than what made sense. You let the kids have your TV remote and flick through your records, before you turned back to Hopper with a kind of expression that said "you do this with all the girls that let you sleepover?"

And after that, in all hushed tones in your very small kitchen, Jim divulged tales of disappearing children and ones that could move things with their mind.

"I just need you to keep them safe for a few hours, then I'll explain even more."

As much as he did explain, you felt like the more you saw and heard, the less you knew. Listening to these kids, try to tell you that Joyce's son had been kidnapped by the monster from their boardgame? You felt like you needed to lay down a while.

Your skills ranged from serving diner meals on rollerskates, and driving the neighborhood boys crazy in the process. You weren't sure how you'd fear as a monster hunter. Young Jonathan Byers snapped you from your thoughts by throwing a theory out to the group.

"So for us to strike whilst the iron is hottest, we'd just need to know when it will all start happening again?" 

Everyone murmured in agreement but Hopper wasn't having it.

"Ok, so when exactly would that be? Are you going to tell me there is just a time that these things are all going to kick off?"

Your ears pricked up and suddenly your mouth was opening before your brain could catch it.

"Three in the morning." That had everyone's eyes on you.

Not used to hearing you join in on these things, Hopper prompted you to carry on.

You pushed up off the wall you were leaning against and spoke again. "Three in the morning, the witching hour."

"What is the witching hour?" Jonathan pressed you further.

"My Grandmother used to tell me about it, in folklore they say that three in the morning is the witching hour." You stepped further towards the table where they had all congregated.

"It's when the veil between this part of the world," One of your hands lay flat beneath your chin, whilst the other lay palm turned up in line with your belly "And this part of the world,"

"Like Australia?" Dustin questioned, receiving a smack in the arm from Mike.

"No, like the underworld or what you guys call the upside down, it's when the veil between the two is at it's thinnest allowing the unforgiving to travel through."

They all looked from each other and back to you, beginning to fear that you might be onto something.

"Believe me, I work in a 24-hour diner, if things are going to get strange it's going to be at three in the morning."

"What kind of strange?" Joyce spun round at that comment, a sort of pleading in her eyes.

"The lights will pulse, and the machines will start to get these electricity surges, I hate working the nights in there." The look she gave you began to prick the hairs on the back of your neck. "Why are you looking like I've just laid the last piece in your puzzle?"

"Because I think you just have."

Ever since you spoke the witching hour theory into existence, you hadn't been able to get it off your mind. That very next day, your boss called the house and told you that you'd be on the night shift, and Veronica's kid had mono so you'd be doing it alone.

Something told you that you'd made a mistake speaking it outloud, that now this- well whatever this was, but now that it knew you knew it's secrets, it was onto you. However that could've all been crazy, and maybe Hawkins was getting lazy with it's electrical and it just got screwy when they thought everyone was sleeping.

Regardless, it was now 1.41am and there wasn't a customer in sight. It was just you, the empty diner, and the fast approaching witching hour. For the first time in your life, you actually wished one of the town's teenage boys would come in and hound your for a date, just so you had some company.

You resorted to wiping down the counter for about the 30th time that night, a spot of mess at the one of the back booths catching your eye. Leaving the counter, you roller-skated down the back of the store and cleaned up the leftover baskets and napkins. You were bent over the table, flicking the the cloth over the surface when you heard it. The bell on the door.

Your blood rain cold and just about every hair on your body stood on end. An unexplainable feeling drifted over you, that feeling when you know it's all gone wrong, but there just isn't anything you can do about it. That feeling enveloped you and it took over you, you couldn't even bring yourself to turn your head.

Heavy, heavy steps were heading your way and you knew it was do or die. You could try shoot the gap to the backroom, that or beat whatever it was with your bare hands. As it got closer you geared up all your strength and spun around on your skate in an instant.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU STUPID FUCKING-"

"GOD, PUT YOUR ARMS DOWN WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"

Hopper gripped your wrists and stilled you moments before you lay your fists in his eye sockets. Your breathing slowly came back down to a normal pace, but you could still feel your pulse rattling around in your body. Of course it was just Hopper, of course it wasn't a boardgame monster stopping by for a snack.

"What are you doing here?" You still sounded exasperated as you pulled your arms from his grip and threw yourself into his chest.

He brought both his arms around your shoulders and pulled you further into him, giving you a moment to calm yourself down. "I came in to keep you company, I know you've been a little on edge since you brought up that shit at the Byers' house."

"God, thank you so much, I'm sorry for trying to beat you to death." Voice muffled by his chest, your sentiments were still appreciated.

He brought you back down to the front of the shop and you took one side of the counter each. Fixing him a coffee as a half-hearted apology for the near miss, you slid it across the counter to take place of an olive branch. He accepted with a grin, unable to stay mad at you, even when you're trying to knock his teeth out.

"I am actually so sorry, I really have been on edge, I don't know why." Your head fell into your hands, gently tugging at your own hair.

"Hey, hey come here." He called you around the counter, turning around in his stool as you got closer.

Pulling you between his spread legs, you settled back into his hold, allowing those big hands to rub down the spanse of your back. Even his touch alone could soothe you, even when you were still a little terrified of a time on the clock. His hands moved to your lower back, gently rubbing away all the tensions you'd held inside you for sometime.

There was something about Hopper, from the moment you finally let him drive you home after a shift, giving in to his multitudes of compliments about your roller-skates and your coffee pouring and your little uniform. He was warm and he was kind, he made you laugh and he felt good when he wrapped himself around you. Oh, and it couldn't be forgotten that the Hawkins Chief of Police was unbelievable in the sack.

"You got any customers tonight?" His voice rumbled against your whole body, sounding from deep insdie his chest.

You pushed back from him, letting his hands fall to your waist and your eyes meet, your fingers played with the buttons of his uniform.

"Not since 11.30, and I won't see anymore, I never do." You sighed, tipping your head back with a petty groan. "I still don't know why they have me here so late."

Hopper's hands drifted lower, ever so slightly, until his fingers were toying with the hem of your dress. The gentle touch pricked your skin up, understanding from a touch alone exactly what his intentions were. You kept your gaze fixed on his, a look in your eye that almost seemed to say "go for it."

One of his hands took yours, long fingers slotting between yours as he pulled you out from between his legs. Your roller-skates glided you easily along the linoleum floor, putting you out in front of him.

"Do a twirl for me?" His mouth quirked up into a smirk, making a heat rise up your neck and settle at your cheeks.

You didn't so much agree as he did it for you, lifting your arm and twirling you around on the wheels of your skates. If your dress wasn't so tight, it would've spun around you, but your apron did it for you. An unmissable grin spread across Jim's face, watching your little pose at the end as you both giggled.

"I believe they have you here so late to keep you in this little uniform just a bit longer." His voice was gruff, pulling you towards him again.

"Oh is that what it is?"

"That is what it is," His hands went back to the hem and seemed to sneak under it. "It's to make life harder for me."

"So, this is about you?"

"All about me, it's so I have to sit at home and just think about your pretty ass skating around in this tiny fucking dress, and there isn't anything I can do about it."

It got hotter in the diner, right in that very moment, you could feel it spreading across your body as you lent into him. Your lips ghosted just moments above his, so close he could feel your breath on his skin.

"Well you aren't at home now," You whispered, very nearly placing your lips on his. "What are you 'gonna do about it?"

He didn't have to tell you, it was rather a display to show you what he'd do. His lips came to yours, his signature was a domineering kiss that left you reeling an unable to think of anything else afterwards. His kisses left a hold over you, the way his tongue felt against yours, the way his hands moved against you. This man had you good.

Standing up from the stool, he wrapped one hand around your waist, pulling you flush against him in one swift movement. Your hands went up to his jaw, feeling his coarse beard under your fingers as you pulled his face closer to yours. One of your hands took his hat from the top of his head and hung it off the register beside you.

Hopper kept his hand on your waist, and left the other go beneath your thigh. In one swift motion he lifted you, placing you down on the counter before pushing the skirt of your dress up your legs. With a hand on each knee, he spread them apart and pulled you right to the edge, pushing himself between them to get even closer.

You moaned into his mouth, the feeling of him handling you like his brought a wave over you, making your legs shake around him. One of his hands traveled higher up your thigh, making it's way past the bunched fabric and between your legs. Two fingers pressed firmly against the seat of your underwear and it was made apparent, just how wet he'd gotten you.

"Fuck, little lady you are always so good for me, aren't you?" His voice was nearly a bark, lips moving down your jaw and to your throat.

"I try my best, chief."

His motions stopped at the sound of that name, and within in instant he was pulling your underwear down your legs. It hung around one of your roller-skates as he pushed both your legs over his broad shoulders, leaning you back till you were perched up on your elbows.

Hopper's mouth found the meeting of your thighs, his tongue coming out to lick a fine stripe along your heat. Your mouth fell open and your hands flew to his head, fingers threading into his hair as he began to move his tongue against you.

Gasps and nearly pathetic whimpers fell from your lips as he worked against your clit, rolling it against his tongue with unreal precision. The only word leaving your lips was his title, the sound of chief filled the diner and bounced off the windows.

His hands gripped your thighs, holding them apart as your body willed you to clamp them around his head. Your hips rolled forward, pressing you further into his mouth as his tongue moved down further before coming back up to that one spot.

So quickly, you could already feel that tension building inside you, a fine line of pleasure that was ready to snap. His eyes rose up to you, locking with you and making about every muscle inside you tighten. That look in his eye, it could've killed you the way you knew exactly what it meant.

He had a sweet tooth only you were pretty enough to sate.

One of his hands left your thigh and moved below the counter, you listened to the sound of his belt buckle as he haphazardly undid it one-handed. You heard his fly next and it was incredibly apparent that he was palming himself as his tongue still moved against you.

The thought, the image in your mind, the sounds he made as he moaned against your wetness it was all too much. Your head tipped back, fingers tightened in his hair as you cried out for him. You felt that line snap as your release washed over you.

Hopper never let up, lips still pursed around your clit as you rode out your high, nearly overtaking you. He never went to far, always new the line and he pulled back as he stood to full height. Your legs fell to his sides and you looked up to see him grasping himself in his hand.

His other hand trailed against your sensitive heat, two fingers dragging through the wetness that remained there.

"You have the sweetest fucking pussy I've ever got my hands on." He growled as he dove in for a kiss, the taste of you ever present on his lips.

He took that hand from between your legs and used it to slick up his cock, twisting your wetness around himself as he lay his head at your entrance. He dragged it along your sensitive cunt, before slowly pushing his way in.

The gasp that fell from you was iminent, Jim had a stretch like nothing else. Your body relaxed into this kiss and into him until he was hip-deep within you.

"And your pussy is so fucking tight, I can't believe how lucky I got." 

"It's all for you, chief, fuck me like you mean it."

So he did, his hands slid to the other side of the counter and gripped the edge before he delivered the first incredible blow. Your back arched up and a cry was ripped from within you as he pumped his hips quickly against your own.

Your hands shot up to grip his arms, feeling the muscles tensing beneath the cotton of his work shirt. Legs tensing up around his hips, moans and whimpers still steadily coming from you, it only seemed to spur him on like he was listening for the way you fell apart for him.

"You look so good taking my cock, pretty girl." He huffed, one hand leaving the counter to come and grip your hip.

He pulled you back against him with every thrust, striking deep inside you and rolling your eyes back in your head. Still on edge from the flood of pleasure he had just dipped you in, you felt like you were right there, teetering on the edge and waiting to be pushed over.

Always knowing exactly what he was doing, exactly what would drive you crazy and have you falling apart around him. Maybe this is what it had all been about, that talk about being with an older man, you'd heard the stories and he'd proven them all right.

From the moment you'd started sleeping over with each other, Hopper had changed your life. You didn't know if you could go back to nights without getting your back blown out by Jim Hopper. He would always talk about how he couldn't believe he got a pretty young thing like yourself, but you didn't know how you'd lucked out on someone that made you feel the way he did.

Gripping onto his uniform and crying out for him, you felt that hand on your hip slip down to your clit, rubbing furious circles against it. Another moan of that name, that title that until you had said it, was nothing more than a work give name. Now, the way that you said it gave it a whole new meaning.

It had gotten so bad that he had to stop asking you to call him that in front of people, after he'd pitched a tent the day you visited him at the station. Now that was reserved for teasing.

The way he touched you, how he knew your body, it had you dangerously close to coming undone for him once again that evening. Your heat clenched around him, dragging him in with a raw cry ripping out of your throat and rising above the both of you.

That line snapped once more and you couldn't help the way your hips rose from the counter and your body twitched under the mountain of pleasure. Over the sound of your own blood rushing in your ears, you could hear the words of encouragement coming from Hopper.

He rode out your high with you again, pulling you back against him and refusing to let up as you felt him faltering slightly. "That's my good girl, 'gonna make me come."

You reached your hands up his chest, pulling against his shirt as you arched your back for him again. Your lips pursed as you mustered the strength to call out to him.

"Come for me, chief."

And that was enough to do it for him, his hips stilling tight against you as he came deep in you. Grunts and chopped cries of your name could be heard as he pulled you flush towards his chest, arms wrapped under your back as his heart hammered against both of your chests.

He let you back down from the counter, fixing himself as you pulled up your underwear and smoothed out your uniform. You placed his hat back on his head as he sat back on the stool, before you slotted back between his thighs.

As he wrapped his arms back around you, you heard, and then you saw it. That electrical pulsing, that buzzing that seemed to come from the lightbulbs. Right as your heart-rates had just come back as they should, you physically felt yours pick up again.

"Baby, what'd you call that damn time again?"

Your eyes moved from the flickering lights to the big clock on the wall, the one you usually focused on for your breaks. The hands were pointing clear as day, three in the morning.

"The witching hour."

[erin-bo-berin]

Hands

MASTERLIST

Happy Monday! What better way to start the week than with some Spencer smut? Huge thanks to the anon who requested this based on a Spencer’s hands post I reblogged. WHEW did I get a bit carried away with writing this though, not that I regret that. His hands are just amazing aren’t they? Hope this fic makes you guys’ Mondays, just a bit better. Happy reading!

Spencer Reid/Reader

Rating: M (smut)

Word Count: 3,821

Fidgeting.

Tapping.

Pointing.

Motioning.

Never staying still.

Repeat.

Spencer Reid had the most glorious hands, ever.

When you first started your job at the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit, the only thing you’d anticipated was the hard work you’d have to do to fill big shoes.

You had been hired as the Unit’s Press Liaison after Jennifer Jareau, the Unit’s previous Press Liaison, decided to become a profiler. It was an overwhelming offer because JJ had been one hell of a wonderful liaison. The only thing you’d been worried about was living up to the expectations she’d left behind.

What you didn’t expect was your gradual sexual attraction to and crush on Dr. Spencer Reid. Or an intense appreciation for his hands.

You couldn’t believe you had such a thing for them. It was incredibly difficult when you worked with him, as well.

They always managed to attract your attention.

He was always doing something with them. Whether it was fidgeting with a pen, fingers playing with a rubber band, hands gesturing while he explained something or sliding down a page of text as he read, your eyes always returned to them time and time again.

You didn’t have small hands by any means, but his hands were large, most likely twice the size of yours. You could hold your hand up to his in comparison and he’d be able to engulf his in yours.

There were prominent veins on the backs of his hands, something that was incredibly sexy although you couldn’t say why. His fingers were long and slender, clouding your thoughts on the daily, no matter how much you tried to stay professional.

Just the other day you had been presenting a case to the team.

“Chandler, Arizona needs our help.”

You clicked the remote, grisly pictures appearing on the screen.

“Two bodies have been found, exactly one month apart.”

“They look like they’re sleeping,” JJ noted with a frown.

“No blood, no wounds, it all looks relatively clean,” Spencer added, twirling a pencil in his fingers.

You gritted your teeth, forcing yourself to look away. You wished like all get out that he’d stop doing that.

“Wait a minute, is that frostbite on the edges of their fingers?” Rossi asked.

“Yeah, I see it too,” Spencer said, looking back at the pictures in his file. 

His fingers tapped the areas where the frostbite was most present, absentmindedly gliding over the pictures.

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t had constant fantasies about those hands on you, those fingers tangled in your hair, his fingers buried—

“Y/N?”

You snapped out of your thoughts, facing your boss Emily Prentiss who had asked you a question that you’d completely missed.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”

“I asked if the coroner had identified the marks on their chest. It looks like it’s from a defibrillator.”

You peered at the notes you’d jotted down, not before noticing Spencer quirk a brow in your direction. He’d most definitely caught you staring.

“That’s correct. By the coroner’s reports, both victims had been resuscitated multiple times and not at the same time either. Over a period of time.”

“What the hell is this unsub doing to these people?” Luke Alvez muttered.

“That is what we’re going to find out. Wheels up in thirty,” Emily said, standing, gathering the case file.

You expelled a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding as the team left. You needed to grab your go bag as well before meeting the team at the jet.

But first, you needed to get it together.

•

Your fantasies had returned, unsurprisingly.

You’d given a press conference earlier, met with family members and now was sitting against the edge of the table as the team were recounting what evidence they’d found. Most of it was the beginnings of their profile forming, tossing theories around.

You were only half listening, your mind wandering.

“This unsub’s torture is his twisted sexual fantasy. You know how normal people fantasize about normal sexual things? Whether it be exhibitionism, a certain kink, maybe even a certain part of another’s body, perhaps one’s hands.”

You had to stifle the guilty gasp that had risen in your throat. You felt your face heat. Either Spencer was messing with you or he had ironically and unintentionally somewhat called you out.

He hadn’t even glanced in your direction though. Even then, you weren’t sure what to think. Spencer Reid was definitely one smart cookie, both book smart and common sense smart. He caught on to more things than some gave him credit for.

“This is his sick unnatural version of that. It’s what arouses him,” Spencer continued, oblivious to your inner thoughts.

Well, Spencer certainly did that enough for you. You groaned internally, trying to focus on the case and not your gorgeous coworker. There would be plenty of time to release your sexual frustration later, at home, away from him and the rest of the team.

Although it was such a shame it couldn’t be his own hands caressing you as he fucked you against a wall.

Oh god, you really needed to get some fresh air.

“Agent Y/L/N?”

You turned at your name, seeing the local detective approaching you.

“We have an out of state family member that’s just called and would like to talk to you before he flies out.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. At least that would preoccupy your mind for a short while.

“I’ll be right there,” you nodded.

You turned back to the team.

“Keep me updated on what you find out,” you said before leaving to take the phone call.

You crossed your fingers in hopes that they wouldn’t send Spencer again to fill you in. That was the absolute last thing you needed.

-

It’s official, your coworkers hated you.

Spencer sat on top of the desk you were sat at, filling you in.

You were trying hard not to, but your body was reacting to him. You could feel the tightness of your breasts under your blouse, your center beginning to throb as you attempted to focus on what he was saying.

It wasn’t just his hands that got you hot, but they were a wonderful addition to an already impressive package. 

He was attractive. He was tall and slender, light brown curls that were most likely always in a disarray. He would often push stray curls out of his eyes with a hand, oblivious to the fact he even did it.

He had a jawline as sharp as a razor and cheekbones any woman would envy. His lips were full and a naturally opaque medium pink hue. He had a habit of biting them or licking them when he was deep in thought. He also had this cute habit of poking his tongue out of his mouth while he thought. It was sexy and utterly adorable at the same time.

His smile could literally make a woman’s panties drop and give them butterflies simultaneously. His smile was as big as his brain and just as bright as him. When he smiled, it lit his whole face up, showing a row of perfectly straight and white teeth. His eyes occasionally crinkled at the corners and scrunched up when he smiled real big or laughed. 

His eyes were so intriguing to you. Some days they looked brown, other they looked more green. You would guess they were a shade of hazel by how they seemed to change in different lights or depending on different colors he wore.

One thing about those eyes, they never missed anything.

His brains were just as attractive as he was. With his genius and his knowledge and experience of the job, he had become an amazing profiler over the years. It amazed you how he could process information and have a breakthrough in a case that none of the rest of the team could’ve ever thought of.

“Have you heard anything I’ve said?” he asked.

Once again, you forced yourself out of your head to struggle to listen to what he was saying.

“Huh what? Oh yeah, I- okay maybe I missed that last part,” you admitted.

“What’s got you so distracted today?” he asked, curiously.

“Just tired,” you lied smoothly.

Tired of imagining you half naked and sprawled across any of the nearby surfaces.

You shook the thought loose from your head. Focus, focus. You could do that.

“Just quickly run that by me one more time, please?”

•

You tossed a stack of files on your desk, sighing.

It had been a long week. 

You’d made it through the last case—it successfully solved and the unsub in custody—within a few days. The team you were a part of were just that good.

You, along with the team, had arrived back at Quantico late last night. Today was a day full of paperwork, wrapping up the loose ends of the latest case. That had to be your least favorite part about this job. 

You’d finish your paperwork earlier, also trying to avoid Spencer as the last few days had spiked your sexual frustration. You weren’t sure just how much more one could take.

Luckily—or unluckily, considering how you looked at it—you had a stack of cases to go through. You were going to be staying later than usual, that’s for sure. 

Everyone was heading home for the day, but you were just getting started. You were anticipating going through the case files with Emily, when there was a knock at your door.

It wasn’t closed, so the knock was more of a formality than anything.

You looked up to see Spencer in the doorway.

“Hey. Need a hand?”

You had to bite back a groan. This man, you swear.

“Oh, no, thanks though. Emily and I are just staying a little later this evening to knock out some cases,” you motioned to the stack you’d been compiling.

“Actually that’s why I’m here,” he said, stepping in, putting his hands in his suit pants pockets.

“Emily had a personal emergency and asked me to help you out in her place.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that, really. I can get it done myself, it’s no problem,” you offered.

“Well you know how fast I can read. Besides, it’s no problem. What, are you trying to get rid of me?”

A small smirk graced his lips.

“Uh, okay. Let me just grab these and I’ll meet you in the briefing room. It’ll have more desk space than this mess.”

You peered at your cluttered desktop, making Spencer chuckle.

“Here, let me help.”

He grabbed the stack of case files and was out the door.

-

You closed another file that you’d just gone through and sat it on the chair next to you, the table clearing and the pile in the chair, growing.

Turns out, Spencer was right. His quick reading came in handy with going through these potential cases. It’d only been an hour and you’d flown through three quarters of the files.

“Done with this one,” Spencer said, sliding it your way, “Tell the detective to look into the brother of the suspect, he seems promising.”

You raised a brow, but said nothing as you jotted the note down to add to the file, closing it and adding it to the pile.

He was already on the next case, reading it. His fingers scanned down the pages as his eyes took in the information. As much as you tried to resist, your eyes fell to his hands. You just couldn’t help it.

The amount of dirty thoughts you’d had involving them in the last few years was insane. It was hard not to imagine those long, agile fingers buried deep inside you, driving you crazy.

You shifted in your chair, trying to avoid the arousal that was creeping upon you, its fingers just starting to grab a hold of you. You could just imagine those fingers gently gliding over your bare skin, hands gripping your curves, melding into the form of your hips as he held tightly onto them while he thrust deep inside you. You bet he’d feel amazing.

If his big brains were any kind of indicator of his nether regions then you were positive he was well endowed.

The words in front of you in the file were blurring, you couldn’t keep focus. Your mind was a fog that was filled with nothing but Spencer Reid in the most compromising ways.

You blinked to clear the blurring words, reaching for your water bottle to drink some. It had been at least ten minutes since the last time either of you had spoken, so you were startled when you heard him speak, breaking the silence in the room.

“So what’s got you so aroused?”

You almost choked on your swallow of water. You sputtered a bit, wiping your mouth and swallowing the liquid, screwing the cap back onto the bottle. He hadn’t even looked up from the file in your direction when he’d spoken, he was still studying the case in front of him. You stalled, putting your water bottle back in your bag before answering.

“I beg your pardon?”

“You’re shifting in your seat, crossing and uncrossing your legs uncontrollably and clearing your throat. Your breathing seems to be a little more accelerated than normal and your heart rate has probably spiked. Plus, your face is flushed.”

You didn’t know what to say. You wanted to desperately deny it, but you knew Spencer was too good at his job and knew better.

He shifted in his seat, turning to look at you.

“Why are you always staring at my hands? Are they what gets you this worked up?”

You swallowed hard, nodding slightly.

“Answer me, please,” he said not in an unkind tone, but a gravelly element had slipped into his voice.

“Yes,” you whispered.

His teeth raked over his lower lip as his hand pushed your hair back behind one ear, softly trailing down your cheek before grasping your chin with two fingers, pulling you into a kiss.

You were surprised at this turn of events, but returned the kiss, his lips soft against yours. He deepened the kiss, his hand gliding over your cheek, fingers tangling into your hair.

He pulled away from you, his fingers deftly unbuttoning your blouse.

“Wanna see exactly what my hands can do?”

You were dreaming. You had to be. There was no way this was actually happening or the fact that Spencer was trying to seduce you. At some point in the last couple of seconds, he’d pulled you to a standing position, lifting you up to sit on the edge of the table.

“Please,” you murmured, watching him.

His fingers brushed an area of exposed skin with every button he’d opened, making you shiver. Finishing the last button, he pushed the shirt back over your shoulders and you let it fall off your arms and to the floor. You were quite literally sitting on the edge of the table in just your lilac lacy bra and work skirt.

His hands glided up your arms, giving you goosebumps. Although that partly could’ve been because of his intense gaze locked on yours. His hands reached towards your back, unhooking your bra then sliding the straps down your shoulders. When your bra fell in your lap, you pushed it away, hearing it hit the floor. You also thought you heard a deep groan, die in his throat.

You felt suddenly, extremely exposed as his eyes roamed your bare top half. 

“Tell me. What kinds of things have you imagined me doing to you?”

At this point, you couldn’t determine if he was just a really good profiler or a mind reader. Your face flamed, realizing he’d probably caught on long ago.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” his lips brushed against yours, his fingers like feathers across your collarbones, before he whispered in your ear, his scruff tickling the side of your face in a pleasant way.

“I like you too. For a long time, Y/N.”

You bit your lip, watching him pull away, the smirk back on his lips.

“Now, tell me. What have you imagined me doing?”

His hands cupped your boobs, squeezing them gently. If your nipples hadn’t already hardened from your arousal, they most certainly would be now.

“Have you imagined this?” Spencer whispered.

The pads of his thumbs moved back and forth over your nipples causing you to gasp. Your core had already been throbbing from earlier but now it had become ten times worse, including the slickness between your thighs as well.

“Or maybe this?”

On one side, his fingers twisted your nipple just slightly and on the opposite side, his hand kneaded your breast more firmly. The whimper that left your throat obviously pleased him.

His fingers found the zipper of your skirt, located at your side, along your hip. He pulled it down slowly. All you could hear was the slow descent of the zipper and your sudden, ragged breathing.

His hands brushed your hips as he pulled the garment off, letting it drop where it may. 

With a hand gentle on your back, he pushed you down to lay against the table top then his hands continued their exploration. They glided up over your stomach, fingers tapping down your sides.

You’re pretty sure he could make you orgasm just from his playful touch. You were propped up on your forearms, watching him. Your skin was cool against the tabletop.

“You still haven’t told me what you’ve imagined me doing,” he said slyly, hands just beginning to reach the tops of your thighs.

Without even thinking, your legs immediately parted, ready for his hands between them.

“Nuh uh,” he replied, closing your legs, gripping the sides of your thighs roughly, “I need to be told.”

At this point, you were positive you’d soaked through your panties. You were dying from his touch, yet craving it where it mattered the most.

“I want you to touch me,” you croaked.

“Touch you? But I have been,” he grinned mischievously, rubbing the sides of your thighs, “In fact, I’m touching you now.”

You wanted to groan. Fucking Spencer Reid.

Either you were out of your mind with your current state or just completely lost all will to keep up your sexual frustration for the words out of your mouth were something you wouldn’t normally be so brazen to say. At least not without blushing. 

“I want you to use your hands on me until I’m gripping the table and screaming your name,” you gritted out through clenched teeth.

The only reaction you saw from him was the slight squint of his eyes and you felt the grip on your thighs tighten. If it hadn’t been for that, you wouldn’t have thought your words had affected him at all.

He nudged your thighs apart, fingers slowly stroking the insides of them. You were practically quivering with need by this point, your core throbbed for his heavenly touch.

When it came, a feather light brush through the silk material of your underwear, you hissed, the feeling just barely a taste of what you knew was to come.

“Eager are we?”

He could feel how wet he’d gotten you and the wolfish grin on his face, you knew, was because of it.

He remained teasing you, thumb pressing your clit through the thin fabric.

“Fucking hell Spencer, either you do it or I’ll do it myself.”

His deep chuckle sent electricity to your core.

“Why Y/N, I never knew there was this side to you.”

His fingers dipped into the waistband of your panties, pulling them off. He wasted no time getting down to business.

His touch trailed down your slit and a low moan came from you. You couldn’t help it at this point. Months—hell years—of sexual frustration were coming to the surface and you were quite willing him to wreck you.

A finger slid in you easily, obviously with the help of your arousal. You saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard, his eyes taking you in. You needed more and you told him so. More digits were added and you easily became a moaning mess.

His knuckles gently rubbed your walls, giving you shock waves of pleasure all through your body. He was as good with his hands as you’d imagined, but the real thing was so much better than your fantasies.

His pace alternated between slow and gentle to rough and quick, keeping you on your toes. Small whimpers and moans were coming from you quickly and you leaned your head back, hips arching into his touch.

You were certain you were going to explode when his thumb circled your clit.

“Oh my god,” you groaned, feeling yourself inadvertently tighten around his fingers.

You were positive he’d felt it too when you heard his own groan come from above you. His beautiful hazel eyes were piercing you, lust filled and prideful that he was the one making you moan and squirm under him.

“Spence,” you whimpered.

Your high was so close, your blood was roaring in your ears and all you could think of was him making you cum harder than you’d ever have before. Your hand gripped the table, your breathing coming in sharp gasps.

One hand gripped his wrist as the coil of pressure that had been growing in the pit of your stomach, exploded. You cried out, pretty sure his name was on your lips repeatedly as your previously tensed muscles, relaxed and you came all over his fingers.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, as you were recovering, your chest rising and falling.

He helped you up, kissing you once again, gently before gathering your clothes and handing them to you with a grin.

Your cheeks flushed as you realized you’d quite literally just came on the round table—where the entire team was briefed on cases, might you add—and because of Spencer.

It was only when you’d gotten your undergarments back on that you noticed him trying to discreetly rearrange himself, that you realized he was trying to hide his own raging arousal.

You don’t know how you’d missed the fact that you’d gotten him incredibly hard. Maybe because you were too busy dying repeatedly over his touch. 

“Spencer,” you motioned him over.

You reached for his belt buckle when he walked into reaching distance, fully intending to return the favor.

He stilled your hands, shaking his head.

“Another time.”

You looked at him, confused. His eyes twinkled mischievously, though.

“Next time, I want to show you what other parts of me can do.”

You had to hand it to him. That was one side of Spencer Reid you would’ve never expected.

As he left, you were sure there was going to be a cold shower in the very near future for him.

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...I’ve just had a bit of an idea running around my head ever since we found out about Clouse’s sleeping issues

If one of the kiddos got up due to a nightmare or sleeping issues and Clouse found them since he was still up would he talk to them at all

Like have a bit of a heart to heart

(I just want Uncle Clouse okay TmT)

Oh my god absolutely yes. I need to write a drabble  about this when skylor was younger it’s 2 am and this is going to be unedited so please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors I’m so filled with love for this idea.

The ticking of the clock was something Clouse had grown accustomed to in the otherwise still silence of the night. The creaking of the walls as the monastery shifted, wind whispering just outside the window, the nearly silent beating of bats’ wings in the nearby trees.

Clouse stood in one of the halls with a warm cup of tea in his hands, keeping his otherwise frigidly cold hands warm. He was staring out the window, occasionally glancing down both sides of the hallway when taking sips from his cup. The tea was poorly seeped, having sat in the overheated water for longer than intended, but it was enough to keep himself grounded after yet another two hours of relatively restless sleep.

He stayed in silence for what felt like eternity, boredom encompassing him despite his best efforts to think of things that were even remotely interesting. He thought about returning to the kitchen, or what Master Chen called a kitchen— being more a shottily built brick oven, questionably plumbed sink, cabinets and a pantry— and cleaning up the mess from Garmadon’s attempt at making dinner. After deciding that was better than standing around and not being productive, Clouse pushed himself off the wall and began to quietly walk the halls toward the kitchen.

While walking, Clouse heard something that was not of the usual nightly ambiance. He heard... Whimpering, what maybe even pass as quiet sobs, coming from his Master’s daughter’s room. He halted just after passing the door, slowly turning his head and pausing for a moment to register the sound.  He had to admit, it pulled at his heart, if only the smallest amount. He stood still for another moment before hearing another series of sniffling from the room, shaking his head and quietly stepping toward the door, knocking as quietly as he could in hopes Skylor may hear.

There was a pause, before a quiet voice spoke up from within, “... Fafa?” The name usually reserved for Chen, who had insisted his young daughter call him ‘father’, and of course, at the time of Skylor just beginning to speak, she could not pronounce that many syllables.

“... No. Clouse.” He answered after a moment, clenching his jaw for a moment when silence crept back up on him. Maybe he should have woken Master Chen to deal with this, maybe she didn’t want someone who wasn’t even her family to come to her aid, maybe—

The door creaked open, making Clouse take a step back and look down toward the young girl. She held a strong face, but it was obvious she had been crying. Her room was a mess, obvious her power had gotten out of hand on account of the only element she had absorbed being Garmadon’s. Her blanket was in tatters, many of her hand sewn dolls halfway turned to ash, and her lamp broken on the ground. Clouse looked visibly panicked for a moment after seeing the sharp glass all over her floor, but quickly attempted to regain his composure. He swallowed and moved to put his cup down on the dresser just inside Skylor’s room, then kneeling down to get eye-level with her.

“What happened here?” He managed to ask after a moment, Skylor curling in on herself ever so slightly as if she were in trouble. Clouse paused before shaking his head, cautiously moving to put a hand on her shoulder. “You aren’t in trouble,” He carefully chose his words, “I just... Want to know what happened. I won’t tell your father if you don’t want me to.”

Skylor seemed to think for a moment, clenching and unclenching her tiny fists as she looked toward the floor. After a beat, she began to speak, almost like she was admitting to something she’d done wrong. “I had... A dream. That these mean... Monsters, in all black with these... These big white eyes, tried to hurt Fafa— and, and Lloyd, and— Uncle Gar, Aunt Ako, and— And you, and— I couldn’t stop them, I couldn’t—” She began to work herself up again, her face becoming flushed with fear and anger, tears brimming in her eyes, “I couldn’t do anything about it! I was—I couldn’t,” She sobbed, immediately reaching forward in an attempt to hug Clouse for comfort— Something he allowed, but was taken aback by.

It took him a moment to reciprocate the hug, looking dazed as if he was having trouble processing this information. He stayed silent for a moment as he pat the girl’s back, like he had seen Garmadon or Misako do with Lloyd whenever the toddler got upset about something. “... Well, those ‘mean monsters’, you called them,” Clouse said after a moment, tentatively picking up Skylor in his arms as he stood, “They can’t hurt you, or us. Your father would never let that happen. Your... Uncle, Garmadon, would see them turned to ash where they stood!” Clouse said matter-of-factly, then grimacing a bit to himself as he saw Skylor shrink back into herself again.

“But— But... That doesn’t mean it isn’t okay to be fearful about it happening. Nothing will ever come to harm us, nor you. You know that little slime ball you’ve acquainted yourself with would never let that happen.” Clouse offered a nod and the most reassuring look he could, Skylor sniffing and rubbing her nose on her sleeve as she nodded in understanding, despite his name-calling of The Overlord. “... Promise? You won’t let any monsters take you all away?” She looked up at him with questioning eyes, Clouse looking back at her before he tried to offer a reassuring smile. “I promise. Now, let’s try and get this room cleaned up before your father wakes up. Do you want to play ‘magic’?” Clouse hummed, resituating Skylor in his arms. Her eyes widened before she grinned and nodded, Clouse raising his free hand as a dark purple aura began to form within his palm. The broken lamp slowly began to piece itself back together on her bedside table, the pieces dancing in a line as they did so. They twirled and flipped back into place, Skylor giggling and singing an incomprehensible tune to herself quietly, Clouse tapping his foot along to the strange and random beat best he could.

Soon, the room was relatively back to normal— the ash being cleaned and Skylor being supplied with a new blanket. Clouse sat next to her bed as Skylor got resituated under the sheets, then giving him a bright smile as she got comfortable again— him giving her a small and polite smile back.

After tucking her in properly and turning out the candles, Clouse began to leave the room, stopped briefly by Skylor’s goodbye;

“Goodnight, Uncle Clouse!” She whisper-yelled to him, nearly stopping him in his tracks completely.

After a pause, Clouse replied, “Goodnight, Skylor.”

He shut the door behind him with a smile on his face. 

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Bless you Mod Pastafor opening the ask box when if its just for a day!! If possible could I get something, anything honestly, with fatgum?? I'm in a desperate need for some fatgum angst and NSFW!! Please and thank you so very much!!

Pleasant Distractions

I can’t stop smiling, this was so bittersweet and soft and aahhhh….I used a female reader because it wasn’t specified, I hope that was okay. Also I LITERALLY just formed my blankets into a human body to try and figure out the anatomy of this whole thing.

-Mod Pasta🍜🍝 

You hadn’t known all of Fatgum’s friends, but a few of them were dear to his heart. Some of them were fellow heroes that he worked with so much that they were comfortable having a beer together, others were just casual friends from his previous days in police work. These ones, however, were fellow heroes.

Two to be exact. Snatch and Sir Nighteye. Fatgum hadn’t spoken to Snatch in a while, but he had worked with him before. They both cared deeply about their work as heroes, and both had an emotional side. Sir sometimes had to bring Taishiro back down to earth, and although he never thanked him for it, he was grateful to have a friend who could remind him to stay focused.

They had both died in Taishiro’s recent mission. You knew by the look on his face when he came home that night after so much paperwork and interviews that they must have lost someone. But two friends? Taishiro was broken. He cared for everyone around him so much, even if he hadn’t talked to them for a while up until this meeting.

He walked through the front door in his civilian attire in his low-fat form, still bandaged up from the hospital. You looked up from the snack you had, pausing the movie, “Ah, Tai, you lost w-”

“(F/N),” The look of utter despair in his eyes caught you off guard. You had only seen it once before when he had lost another hero friend. You jerked forward, putting your snack and the remote down. But you didn’t want to scare him, so you paused and slowly got up, “H-Hey…”

“Taishiro,” You cooed, walking around the couch and putting your arms out, “Hey, shh, it’s okay, come here,” He took a hesitant step forward, tears already welling in his eyes. He took a shaky breath, then nodded and leaned down to hug you. He immediately began to sob, and you rubbed his back, feeling his surge of emotions and struggling not to cry yourself. You loved him so much, and seeing him this destroyed was hard. He was always the light in the relationship, but sometimes he needed a stronger light to hold onto, and you would be that for him.

“Higawara an-an um… You know uh, Sir Nighteye? Sasaki?” You nodded, holding the man that was shaking like he was about to fall to the ground, “They just… They were so good, and they’re gone (F/N),” He held onto you with his good arm that wasn’t fractured, digging his fingers into your shirt, “Why… I know nobody knows the answer, but why does-does the world take the nicest ones away?”

“I’m sorry, Tai, I’m so sorry,” You whispered, squeezing him. He sniffled, pulling back a little. You glanced at the fridge, “Do you want me to reheat dinner?” He nodded quickly, wiping his tears away. They began to stain his wrappings, and you knew you would have to replace those before bed. You grabbed his good hand and led him around the pass-through so he could sit down, grabbing the food from the fridge and throwing it into microwave. While it heated up, you went behind him and wrapped your arms around his neck, hoping the contact was enough to calm the man down a little bit, “I’m so glad you’re alive, though, Tai. If it was that intense, you could have died…”

“If I could-” He paused, then shook his head, taking a deep, shaky breath, “No, I don’t want to leave you… Gosh, just please don’ mention that,” He swallowed hard, “I’m already so worried about my interns, they’re real beat up.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that in the first place,” You quickly backtracked. He just shook his head again and looked down at his lap, his cheeks squishing against your arms. You rested your own on his fluffy blond hair and waited for his food to ding. Once it did, you brought it over with a fork and he thanked you with a nod. You sat next to him while he ate, getting him a napkin to wipe the tears off his face. He never stopped crying while he ate, but he did thank you a few times over for cooking for him. Even if he ate ten times a day, your cooking was his favourite, and at this point it was a comfort to him. He definitely needed comfort right now. You offered to make more food, but he hesitantly declined, saying he didn’t know how much he could keep down.

 This worried you even more. He never denied food. Alas, you got him up and to the bathroom so you could look over his wounds. While you did, he mumbled, “I… I gotta get my uh… Fat back, so I can,” He looked away from you while you inspected his broken collarbone, replacing a couple layers of bandages that had already become soiled, “So I can wear the suit to the funerals.”

“Don’t push yourself, you’re allowed to be sad,” You reminded him, and he smiled for a second with a small nod, wiping his tears away again with his bandaged hand, “Aw, Tai, don’t do that. You’re messing them up,” You gently grabbed his hand. He winced, pressing his lips together with a nod.You had to replace a couple layers of the binding while he tried to compose himself. You kissed the bandages after doing them, and he whimpered with a small smile. 

You pulled him in for another hug, and he cried a little bit more before you headed to the bedroom. Apparently he had taken a shower at the hospital since he had to be there all day, so you both got pyjamas on. You struggled to find a good way for him to sleep, but on his back seemed to be the best. You curled up next to him, looking up at the large man. He was looking at the ceiling, breathing heavily. He was probably reliving memories of the two heroes, and you nuzzled into his neck, reminding him that he was right here. He chuckled, leaning into you. You smiled, wrapping an arm around his waist, “Hey.”

“Hey…”

“Anything I can do for you?” You pulled back to look at him. He looked surprised, then narrowed his eyes. That was the look he gave when he was thinking things over. You gave him all the time he needed, and when he nodded, he gave you a softer smile with his cheeks flushing.

“Maybe a small… distraction would be nice,” He pressed his lips together, looking away from you. You took a second to process what he meant, but when it went through, you couldn’t hold back a bashful smile.

“Of course,” Your arm that was wrapped over his chest helped you pull yourself on top of him, straddling his waist. His pupils immediately blew out as he let an expression of pleasant surprise take over his face.

“Oh,” The larger man couldn’t hold back a smile. You were usually on top because he was afraid of hurting you, and he was just such an easy person to fluster, but you leaned down seductively to his ear, placing your hands on his chest that was covered by a thin sleeping shirt.

“You know… You don’t have to hold back when you’re like this,” You rolled your hips against him, and he made a delicious choking noise. You chuckled at his cuteness, then yelped when he suddenly leaned up. You pulled back, still straddling his lap as he looked at you with embarrassed determination, “You- uh…”

“You’re right, I don’ usually get opportunities like this,” He grinned, and you felt a childish rush of adrenaline. You pressed your lips to his, and his arms wrapped around your back, cradling the back of your head in his huge hands like he was scared of letting you go. You wrapped your arms around his neck, taking in all of him - his fear, his loss, his need. Your lips danced together, parting momentarily for your shirts to come off. His fingers were too wide to even try to get your bra off, so you had to help him there. His cheeks were a fiery red, and the delicious colour traveled all the way down his neck and to his now-defined collarbones.

“Pants, Tai, pants,” You whispered in between heated kisses, and he nodded lazily, too caught in the moment to even think. One of his hands was trailing up your side, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He shifted to your breasts, feeling and gently rubbing them, causing you to gasp and roll your hips against him again. His breath caught for a second, and you were beginning to feel his growing erection against you.

“Taishiro,” You moaned, having to pull back from the ravenous making out, both of your lips bright pink, “Please,” You dropped a hand down to his pyjama pants, tugging lightly at them. His eyes widened for a second, and his blush darkened impossibly more so. He nodded as if he had forgotten all about what was coming next, and you climbed off of him, taking your own pyjama bottoms off. In a pile next to each other, you could visibly see the size difference between you and the quirk-enhanced body of your lover.

He was always embarrassed and flustered when it came to sex, but that was not to say that he didn’t love it, and he even sometimes took the reigns himself. Once you were both stripped down, you weren’t off his lap for long, “D-Do you uh… wanna lay down, or sit, or-” He muttered, avoiding eye contact. Your legs were already feeling raw as you rubbed them together uncomfortably - you needed him, and he obviously needed you. You giggled, glancing between the gentle giant and your pillow. He was rubbing his neck, cross-legged and as naked as the day he was borne.

“I can lay down,” His bright smile and nod was just too adorable to handle, and as the back of your head hit the pillow, he climbed over top of you, glancing down at your folds before quickly looking back up like he saw something he wasn’t supposed to see.

“Maybe ah… do you wan’t some uh… preparation?” His voice practically raised an octave, and you thought for a second. You really just wanted him inside of you, but you craved this side of him, so nodded with a small smile. He literally gave you a thumbs up, then quickly realized how dumb he looked and scooted back so he was only partially over you. One of his hands trailed down from your stomach to your naval, then he pushed his pointer finger inside of you.

The feel of his rough, time-beaten hands inside of your wet folds brought a gasp from your lips. As if a switch had gone off inside his head, he chuckled, amused by your response. Knelt between your legs, he began to slowly pump his finger, his other hand finding your breasts and going back to squishing them. He always had an affinity for squishy things, and your body was no different. He was thoroughly enjoying himself, you could tell by his smirk.

You wanted him to forget about the day’s worries, even for just a little bit, and he seemed absolutely rapt with you. He pushed his other finger in, surprising you and coaxing a moan out. Your eyes traveled down his chest to his abs that rarely got to see the light of day, then to his length that was standing painfully at attention. He was right to prepare you - being such a large man, accommodating for him was sometimes a struggle. You pressed a delicate hand to his chest, rolling your hips into his hand, “Tai… C’mon, please,” You whined, wanting more.

His eyes that had previously been glued to your chest moved up to your own, and his smirk only widened as he pulled his fingers out, bringing them up to his lips. He licked them, something that always set your hormones on fire. His entire career was practically based around food, and sometimes it felt like you were defiling government property when he tasted you. Your cheeks finally matching the redness of his own, he cleaned his fingers off before climbing over you, his hands on either side of your head, “I love you, (F/N).”

“I love you too Taishiro,” You whispered with a giggle, reaching down to his dick and grabbing it, causing his eyes to widen, “But please fuck me.”

“Yeah, of course,” He spluttered out with furious nods, his huge dorky smile contagious. You aligned him with your entrance, and he pushed inside of you, apologizing softly for the tight fit. You shook your head, absolutely head over heels for his kind ass.

“Wait, your arm,” You realized his bandaged arm was holding him up. He shook his head, rolling his eyes. You whined, placing a gentle hand on it, “Be careful, okay sweetie?” He nodded with a closed mouth smile, excited to get to the main course.

He lowered his body by getting on his elbows, but he still wouldn’t press his entire body against you, probably still in the mindset that he would crush you. You didn’t mind: You leaned up to plant a caste kiss on his lips, and the goofy smirk returned as he leaned down to capture your lips, pulling his hips back before rocking them back into you, plunging deeper. You moaned into the kiss, wrapping an arm around his back to hold on. His pace started slow, but when you started to roll back into him, he knew he needed to amp it up. He was always so gentle with you, sometimes he forgot that you could take him.

He grunted as he slammed his member into you, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. You were both panting, lips mesh against each other except for the much needed breaths you would take. Your nails dug into his back, but he wasn’t complaining. He had enough battle scars to write the marks off. Before his mind could travel to anymore battle-related events that day, you said something that made him feel light-headed, “Bite me, Taishiro, god… Please…”

“Fuck yes,” he whispered, leaning down and finding the crook of your neck. His huge mouth wrapped around your skin, and when he sunk his teeth in, your loud moan made his insides turn. You loved the feeling of this giant’s teeth against you, his lips sucking and pulling at the skin while his hips crashed into you and you made mincemeat of his shoulder blade.

Your body was heating up as it prepared to snap for an intense orgasm. You gasped, your back arching, “Tai, Taishiro, oh my… Oh God…” You whined as your walls tightened for a second, and he could feel your fluids around his member, coating it with a thick layer. His bad arm was starting to give out, however, so he wrapped it around your head, gentling pulling it to the side to look for fresh skin to mark. You were bound to look like you had been beat up after this. He still held his body up with one arm, but he almost wavered when he couldn’t hold back, the pleasure becoming too much. Still having control over himself, he pulled out, coating your stomach and his own with his seed.

Still warm, you were both panting. He pulled back to look at the blooming marks he made, a little embarrassed that he had let himself go and draw a spot of blood on one. He went to apologize, but you pulled him back down for an intense, light-headed kiss. Once you were both in your right mind, or at least close to it, he spoke first, “We should take ‘nother shower…”

“Yeah,” You nodded, “Please,” You laughed, and he chuckled, looking away from you.

“Oh don’t go sayin’ that again,” You giggled, giving him an Eskimo kiss.

“Please Taishiro,” You whispered, “Take a shower with me,” You pushed against his chest, and he groaned, pulling himself off of you.

“Don’ push too hard, I cracked a rib,” He laughed while you gasped, apologizing. You both took a long, hot shower, relishing each other’s presence and his lifted spirits.

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The Legends (2019) - Halfway Review (first 30 episodes)

So far, this is a drama that I skim-watched, and I have only watched the first half. I keep hearing how the second half is even worse and goes downhill, so I’m bracing myself for it. But here are my thoughts about what worked for me and what didn’t. 

[SPOILERS AHEAD]

Plot Summary (this is kinda long, so skip to the next section if you’ve already watched it)

I actually really like the premise of the plot and think it’s different from your typical xianxia/wuxia/xuanhuan romance drama. The plot opens with a naive and innocent girl, Lu Zhao yao, who lives in a remote mountain forest with her grandfather. Their ancestral duty is to guard the seal of the Demon King’s son. Lu Zhao yao, our bubbly FL, is lonely. She wants a companion because it has always just been her and her grandfather in this empty and lonely mountain forest. 

One day, Luo Mingxuan from the Immortal sect breaks into cave in the forest and attempts to attack the Demon King’s son, but the son escapes and Luo Mingxuan is injured. The FL finds him, heals him, and falls for him. Luo Mingxuan is intrigued by her too. He tells her to be a good person and to be a keeper of peace of harmony in the world. He leaves, and she is determined to be a good person who saves people and helps the weak. 

Meanwhile, the Demon King’s son is bullied by the villagers and is soon captured by the Immortal sect who wants to execute to prevent him from becoming a harbinger of evil. Zhao yao saves him as her first good deed, defeats all the sect leaders, and proves herself to be far more superior than any of them. She is unbeatable, and therefore makes an enemy out of all of them. 

The Demon King’s son cares for her wounds, and she teaches him to stand up for himself and protect himself. She names him Mo Qing. She tells him her dream of wanting to build her own sect to help keep the peace in the world. He takes in everything she says with rapt attention. But she then tells him that she needs to leave him to find Luo Mingxuan, the person who inspired her to be a good person. She tells Mo Qing not to wait for her because she won’t come back. Mo Qing watches her leaves. Despite her telling him to start a new life, he never leaves the encampment that they’ve created because he has nowhere else to go. 

A month later, Zhao yao returns to the encampment, bloodied and jaded. When Zhao yao had gone to the Immortal sect to find Luo Mingxuan, he chained her up, tortured her, and forced her to reveal the location of the Demon King’s son. She refused to surrender because she’s adamant that she did the right thing in protecting an innocent boy who did no wrong. Luo Mingxuan says that she’s going down the path of evil and prepares to kill her. Her grandfather shows up to save her, but is killed by Luo Mingxuan. She then realizes that everything that Luo Mingxuan had said about being a good person and upholding peace and justice is a lie. Out of spite, she reasons that if everyone thinks she’s an evil person, then she’ll show them what it means to be truly devil and despicable. She sets out to become the most evil person they have yet to see. She’s hellbent on revenge, and no longer believes in love and in the goodness of people. I just love her petty attitude because I can relate to it so much. You think this is bad? Okay, I’ll show you bad. 

For the next 5 years, she builds her fearsome sect. She recruits a group of loyal followers, and is now known as a cruel and devilish conqueror. Mo Qing stays by her side as a quiet guard and gatekeeper of the sect’s entrance, watching her from the sidelines. On the day when Zhao yao tries to take the Wan Jun Sword, she tries to take advantage of his feelings for her and tells him to distract the people from the Immortal sect so that she can take the sword. But the sword instead calls out for him and wants him as its master. This causes the cave to collapse, and Zhao yao is buried in the rubbles, her last words accusing Mo Qing of betraying her. 

We then have another time skip of 5 years. Zhao yao is resurrected when her body comes into the contact with the blood of Qin Zhiyan, a disciple from the Immortal sect. Their bodies are now connected; whenever Zhiyan is hurt or injured, the same injuries are manifested on Zhao yao’s body. To other people, they both have Zhiyan’s face, and only Zhiyan can see Zhao yao’s true face. Zhiyan’s personality is the exact opposite of our FL. Zhiyan is meek, clumsy, kind, and not clever, which means that Zhao yao becomes the bossy half of this blood-connected duo. Zhao yao is determined to return to her sect and get revenge on Mo Qing whom she not only mistakenly thinks killed and betrayed her 5 years ago, but whom has now taken over as the leader of her sect. She wants to reclaim her position and restore her clan to its prior glory as a sect to be feared.  

Pacing

All of this happened within the first 4 opening episodes. To be honest, the first 2 episodes were slow. Episodes 3 and 4 were when the deaths, time skips, and Zhao yao’s rise and fall happened. 

Despite a slow first 2 episodes, the drama overall had a strong opening. We got to see a reversal of power dynamics where the FL is evil and powerful, while the ML is the quiet and demure “damsel in distress” who secretly crushes on the FL. It’s different from the usual underdog storyline. 

But after Zhao yao’s “death”, the plot slows down. The power dynamics reverts back to what we typically see in xianxia dramas: the ML becomes the almighty powerful sect leader, while the FL has lost her powers and her identity, and has to now pretend to want to be his disciple in order to slowly regain her power so that she can kill him and get her revenge. 

From episode 5 onwards, the FL’s arc is about how she and Zhiyan have to pretend to be the same person. This means that sometimes one of them has to hide (usually Zhiyan) so that no one sees both of them. However, this also means that we see more of the actress who plays Zhiyan than Bai Lu. While the second lead actress is good and is able to pull off playing both roles, I didn’t choose to watch the drama because of her. I had just started to get used to Bai Lu as the FL, and now suddenly, I’m forced to see the face of another actress as the FL. I imagine that this is when the drama loses most of its audience. It really tests your patience. In the comment section of these episodes, I saw a lot of people asking when the FL gets her face back because if the switch doesn’t happen soon, they’ll drop the drama. 

I was also *this* close to dropping the drama. It felt the Bai Lu barely had any screen time, and the SFL had very little chemistry with Xu Kai (which I guess was the point). And speaking of screen time, Xu Kai only appears for like 10 minutes per episode. 

The leads also felt very removed from all the plotting and scheming that was happening amongst the sects around them. So not even 10 episodes into the drama, the plot felt like a drag. 

When you realize that Zhao yao won’t get her face back anytime soon, you begin to wonder how the romance between her and Mo Qing will progress. Will he fall for her personality even though she has Zhiyan’s face? Does this mean that he’ll fall in love with both Zhiyan and Zhao yao because he thinks they’re the same person and doesn’t know that there’s 2 of them? Is this going to turn into some kind of moral/philosophical dilemma about what is means to love someone’s soul? Is this going to turn into some messed up love triangle?

Thankfully, Mo Qing figures out what’s happening pretty soon (around episode 11), so he knows that Zhao yao and Zhiyan are distinct people. We don’t really see his thought process for how he is able to figure things out, but we just assume that he’s able to put the clues together. It seems that at first, he might have assumed that they inhabit the same body (like a Stephanie Meyer’s The Host kind of situation), where Zhao yao takes over at night, but then soon he figures out that Zhao yao is actually just invisible during the day, and appears at night with Zhiyan’s face. But then he gives Zhao yao her old necklace, which allows him to see her in her true form during the day and night, even though she doesn’t know it. 

The Good

This brings to me to talk about what I do like about the drama. Both the ML and FL are clever people. They’re able to see through people’s schemes and are always one step ahead. We also see that Zhao yao, the fearless conqueror/demonness, has met her match, which makes their interactions really cute to watch. Zhao yao used to be his hero that he could only admire from afar. She was the haughty sect leader that he could barely talk to because she her attention was always occupied by other things. But now, he’s her superior and the one giving out orders, while she has to put on an act to please him because she’s now his disciple. But at the same time, she keeps trying to kill him, and he knows it, and he’s always amused by her attempts because it’s a reminder that Zhao yao has really come back to him. He simultaneously enjoys and is hurt by her hate for him. Talk about being masochistic. 

I’m also a sucker for reincarnation/ghost plots. While Zhao yao isn’t exactly reincarnated (but more like reawakened), and she isn’t exactly a ghost but is invisible, the way that the plot plays out is similar. Both the ML and FL metaphorically have a new life: he’s a sect leader when he was once someone who was bullied and persecuted and couldn’t protect himself, and she’s now just a disciple who needs his help from time to time. It’s always funny when he respectfully refers to Zhao yao in the third person to other people as the previous sect leader, even though she’s in the same room with them. And it’s also funny how she calls him that weird ugly kid, her first nickname for him when they first met, whenever he’s not in the room with her. The way they talk about each other in reference to their “previous life” is such as contrast from how they currently treat other when face to face. 

The invisibility plot point is also fun, especially in episode 21 when he follows her around town. It’s also the first time when we’re explicitly shown what he sees from his point of view. Zhao yao is like a hologram, and with a bit of magic and concentration, Mo Qing is able to lift the invisible “mask” that covers her to see her in her true form. Zhao yao is always startled when Mo Qing seems to be looking right at her. 

But between episodes 12 and 20, the plot stagnates. It’s not until episode 21 when it picks up again because all the subplots and backstories finally start to come together. And so far, episodes 21-30 have been good. The leads are finally getting involved with the larger plot. They actually make things happen. There are important consequences to their actions and decisions. Zhao yao still  doesn’t get her face back, but everyone finally knows that there are two of them, so Zhao yao and Zhiyan don’t have to keep playing the hiding/switching game. Luo mingxuan finally wakes up from his slumber, so the original villain of the drama has returned. It turns out that Jiang Wu is just a manifestation of Qin Qianxuan’s lust for Zhao yao. Lu Shiqi, a teenager(?) raised by Zhao yao, reppears again for the first time since episode 4. Mo Qing’s inner demon is starting to come out. Zhao yao finally finds out that Mo Qing already knew that she had come back from the dead and that she is invisible during the day all along. She also finally starts to accept that he has feelings for her and her for him (That line in episode 30 though: “If you fight, I’ll be your sword, if you retreat, I’ll be your shield”). The plot is finally getting good. But I’m just worried about how it’s going to be handled from here since I keep hearing how weak the second half is. 

I also like Zhao yao and Zhiyan’s relationship. Yes, they’re blood-bonded so they’re forced to look out for each other, but I just really like how wholesome their relationship is and how much they do care for one another. They have to share their secrets with each other because it’s them against the world. They’re a unit, and their survival depends on them cooperating and trusting each other. 

The Meh

The villains haven’t really been a threat to the leads, and they’re not that interesting tbh. I always skip the scenes when they’re scheming (which are a lot of scenes), and I’m still able to follow the gist. Like I already mentioned, up until episode 21, the leads felt so removed from what was happening in the other sects. Despite being a sect leader, it doesn’t feel like Mo Qing really does much besides interact with the FL, and the FL doesn’t do much besides stir up antics. She doesn’t actively try to figure out how to get her face back. She just thinks that if she gets Zhiyan to do more good deeds in her name, then she’ll wrack up more underworld credits, and she’ll be able to buy the pill that will help her restore her powers. But it’s also a little odd that her credit count is increasing so slowly when she’s done a lot to help Zhiyan. 

Mo Qing and Zhao yao have a really cute romantic arc, but Mo Qing is a very typically ML who unconditionally loves the FL and sacrifices everything for her. He doesn’t really stand out from the other xianxia MLs, and his character isn’t given much to work with (especially with so little screen time). Compare him with Sifeng from Love and Redemption or Ye Hua from Eternal Love who had to express so much pain and suffering. Maybe the angst just hasn’t happened yet in this drama.  

Mo Qing’s love and devotion to Zhao yao was also a little hard to believe at first. They only really interacted with each other closely for a handful of scenes over a period of a few days, but I guess when you take into consideration that he was abused and abandoned as a child, and then bullied and nearly executed, then the fact that Zhao yao was the first person to care for him, be his friend, and give him a name, it’s no wonder that he’d go to the ends of the earth for her. 

There is a very little character development, and the world building stagnated after the first few episodes. I guess we start to see some growth in Zhao yao and Zhiyan in the 20s episodes, where Zhao yao learns to be more caring and tender, and Zhiyan learns to be a bit more confrontational, but for the most part, it feels like things are happening to them and they’re just reacting to it. Zhao yao may seem assertive, but she doesn’t cause things to happen. Her being invisible does hinder her agency and makes her more of an observer in the drama. It feels like she’s been laying low for so long now, so I’m looking forward to seeing what she does in the next episodes now that Luo Mingxuan has awakened. 

I remember when this drama first came out in 2019, I had just finished Fuyao a few months prior, so I didn’t want to watch what seemed like a second-rate version of Fuyao. But this drama has a completely different premise, so I guess it goes to show not to judge a drama by its name. 

I also wasn’t in the mood to watch a drama where the leads are my age. I’m still getting used to the idea of people my age on screen, while I’m watching them at home, still having no idea what I want to do with my life. 

In terms of plot, it’s hard to compare Fuyao and Zhao yao since they’re so different. Fuyao works her way to becoming a powerful general, while Zhao yao starts as a powerful general and then loses everything. 

Overall halfway impression

People say that you should watch this drama for the romance between the leads, and while yes, the romance is watchable, I don’t know if that’s enough to carry you through this drama since the romance progresses very slowly. The leads only have a few scenes together in each episode, so you’re skipping most of it. Essentially, this is a very skimmable drama. I’m hoping that I’ll skim less as the leads become more involved in the sect politics, and I wonder if I’ll still be invested in the romance when Zhao yao and Mo Qing officially get together. Stay tuned.

Update: So I’m on episode 35 now, and it seems like a good place to end things. Is this where things start to go downhill because they’re going to drag it out to 55 episodes? 

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Battle Wounds.

@malfoys-demigod​ asked - “ Hiii could you do Draco x Reader with  “Gonna hold you, gonna kiss you in my arms, gonna take you away from harm” - Big Jet Plane, Angus & Julia Stone”

Hi thank you for the ask, I hope you enjoy! :)      Words - 995

Prompt - “Gonna hold you, Gonna kiss you in my arms, Gonna take you away from harm.” 

Link to Lyric Prompts - https://andshedoesitagain.tumblr.com/post/623386975863504896/lyric-prompts

Angst with Fluff, mentions of blood, scratches, bruises and broken bones.  Takes place during the battle of Hogwarts.  

No matter where you turned you stood face to face with danger, strangers with snarls, seemingly carved into their faces circled you, moving in inch by inch with every passing second. Even with your wand out and pointed you felt no more protected, the sounds of chaos, explosions, and the walls around you crumbling overpowering whatever the group around you cussed and spat at you.

You looked around desperately for an escape, but cornered in as you were, it proved fruitless, even as you screamed for help, it flew into the air and was promptly muted. That was until a blast of light burst through the hallway, a familiar face emerging through the light. 

“Draco!” Diving towards him you fell into his arms gasping. The pale blond clutched you tightly, his hand in your hair as he put his head in the crook in your neck, his other arm wound around your waist as he practically breathed you in. “I-I couldn’t find you, I thought-,” he was frantically mumbling into your neck, “I thought I lost you.” Draco broke down in your arms, stifled sobs pouring out from him as he swayed like his legs would buckle under him.

You held him tighter, the smell of dust and blood flooding your nose prompting you to pull back and look over him from head to toe, even holding his hand out in your own to look over it, he had a few scratches and marks covering his face and hands but nothing fatal stuck out, pressing your hands to his cheeks you looked in his eyes exhaustion evident in and under them.

“It’s okay, I’m okay, Draco, I’m okay,” you breathed out, pressing kisses to his palm, he nodded slowly yet his face still held disbelief, but that could have very much just been shock, his fingers were still tangled in your hair and he hadn’t yet made an effort to let go of you, but as the castle shook you were both back on high alert. 

Turning around, Draco grabbed your hand as you both began running without hesitation, a new hole in one of the stone walls providing a quicker escape route, although your balance and perception was becoming increasingly more thrown off with each vicious shake of the school. 

Your knuckles had turned white from how tightly you held Draco’s hand, it being the only thing that kept you remotely grounded. Soon enough you found yourself running towards an exit of the castle, both of you not sparing a breath as you stumbled towards the morning light. 

Although, your near escape was quickly cut off as a rogue blast from a death eater near the entrance sent your body to the ground, your mind completely blank for a moment as the side of your head hit the concrete. “Impedimenta!” Draco shouted, sending your attacker into the wall behind without a second thought, before he hurriedly reach down to help pick you up, wrapping an arm around your waist to help you walk, even though with every step you couldn’t help the wince that escaped your lips, “come on Y/N, you’re gonna be okay.”

Even as you finally arrived outside the castle, you and Draco hadn’t stopped moving, not until you practically collapsed on a grassy hill, the terrible noises emitting from Hogwarts quiet enough that you could now hear yourself breathe again. Although you hadn’t dared to look up and back yet as you let yourself fall onto your back, Draco still standing and looking back at the mess you had escaped from. 

Sitting up you pulled at his arm until he also collapsed beside you, his elbows rested on his knees as he buried his face in his hands, his whole body trembling as he shook out almost silent cries. Gently you leaned into him as he wrapped an arm around you, and for a while you stayed like that, slowly trying to process the last few hours and the sight of your once beloved school jolted by the raging war. You tried to shake the thoughts of your friends and classmates and what had happened to them once you had been split apart. 

Reaching up, you pulled Draco into an embrace, trying to calm the tremble of his body, “we’re safe, Draco.” His hands landed on your hips as his breathing slowly evened. “I love you,” he mumbled into your hair. “I love you too,” you replied smoothing out the hair at the back of his neck soothingly.

  Leaning back, he looked over your face, gently swiping under a cut on your cheek from when you had hit the ground earlier, as well as ghosting his hand over a bruise just near your hairline, “does anything else hurt?” he whispered. Swallowing, you pulled up your t-shirt, afraid to look at the physical damage of your aching ribs, “is it bad?” you asked, your tone light as you looked back to Draco, his eyebrows were furrowed as he trailed his hands down to your side, also looking down you almost recoiled from your own body as you could see the beginning form of dark bruises.

Pulling out his wand, Draco pointed it first at the small cuts and bruises on your face, “Episkey,” he whispered, the little wounds healing magically, placing his free hand on your back where you t-shirt was pulled up, he pointed his wand at your ribs, once again mumbling out the spell. It didn’t seem to completely heal what was presumably your broken rib, but the pain did seem to lighten. “Does that feel better?” He queried, eyes soft. 

“Mhm, much.” You nodded as you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cracked lips, “thank you,” you muttered into the kiss. “I’m just glad your safe,” he also murmured into the kiss before pulling away to pepper light kisses all over your face, from your forehead to your cheeks and eyelids before pressing back into your lips.

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NSFW HAIKYUU HEADCANONS: A s/o who has never ~finished~ before despite not being a virgin

NSFW Headcanons with

Sugawara, Bokuto, Kuroo, and Oikawa

I am so sorry that this is so sinful

SUGAWARA

It’s already been established that Sugawara really isn’t the mom friend, and manga Suga is actually quite feral

So the first time you guys got frisky, you admitted to him that no guy had ever made you finish

He was shocked, before his gears started turning. He got a mischievous little grin on his face.

“Well, y/n” he’ll purr, “I guess we’re just going to have to change that”

He’ll lay you down on the bed and slowly pull your bottoms off, teasing you

But then he’ll catch you off guard by swiftly shoving his face into your lower half, his hand underneath your back to help prop you up, so it’s easier for him to devour you

It’s very unexpected, and immediately has your legs shooting straight out as you begin moaning immediately

You can feel him chuckle at your immediate reaction as he works wonders on your clit

As you feel yourself quickly reaching your high, he’ll stop and give you another mischevous look before reaching into his nightstand and pulling out a little pink silicone rod

You immediately know what it is and feel yourself clench in anticipation

He’ll push the vibrator into you slowly, angling it right at your g-spot, before turning it on high and attacking your clit again. You’re gone within seconds, having your first orgasm

When you come down from your high, Suga is looking at you with love and something else...

You notice how hard he is, and lean forward to touch him, but he pushes your hand away

“No...tonight is dedicated to you” he’ll say, smiling and pushing the vibrator back into you. It was going to be a very long night

KUROO

You were sitting on his sofa, on his lap, making out when it finally was revealed- your ex partners never were able to make you finish

Kuroo was shocked, and immediately took it as a challenge

He wasted no time in flipping you over onto your back and leaning over you, an evil grin on his face

You knew that you were in for a long night before he even had your pants off

“Y/n...I hope you don’t intend on needing to walk anywhere tomorrow”

He takes off your bottoms and will immediately begin to tease you, which frustrates you more than it should have

He’ll run his finger down your slit softly, barely making any contact, over and over

Then, suddenly, he’ll have his tongue attacking your clit, your eyes rolling in the back of your head

But being the teasing little asshole he is, he’ll stop, causing you to groan in frustration

He’ll slide a finger in and poke gently at your sweet spot, while softly brushing his tongue against you, grinning the whole time

Being completely done, you’ll try and grab at his head to force some kind of contact, but he’ll dodge, and the evil glint in his eyes will come out full force

He’ll laugh and flip you over onto your stomach, raising your ass in the air. “Sorry, sweetheart. You’re not in control. Just be a good girl and let me make you cum” and with those words you descend into a horny mess.

He’ll take his belt off and tie your wrists up behind your back, before coming in full force at your clit from behind, reaching every part of you

You’ll be a moaning mess by the time he’s moving on to the next part, but he’s far from finished. He’ll leave you on the coach for a few moments while he goes to retrieve something from his room, coming back with something you couldn’t see

You wait in anticipation as he seems to spread lube onto an object, before feeling something small push at the entrance to your ass. You’ll moan out as it slowly enters, thinking it was a regular butt plug. Wrong. He hits something: a remote? And it comes to life, causing you to moan and try to grind

But he has you in his hands, and he’s back to sucking on you like his life depends on it. He’ll slip his fingers into you again, rubbing your sweetspot until you’re barely able to hold yourself together. Then, he’ll stop

He’ll remove the vibrator, and untie you, pull you into a hug and lay you back down. You’ll look at him, your vision hazy, and ask why he stopped. He’ll just smile at you.

“Let’s watch this movie. Then I’ll let you finish” you’ll groan and try to grind down on him, desperate, but he’ll hold your hips still. Then you’ll realize- he’s fucking edging you. And you’ll be damned if you’ll let that happen

So you’ll wrestle with him for any kind of friction, desperate to finish, and finally he’ll decide, you deserve to win just this once, and he’ll catch you off guard by shoving his fingers back into you and roughly hitting your sweetspot until you had your first ever, mind blowing orgasm. But he’s not done yet. You wanted one so bad, why stop now?

BOKUTO

Bokuto loves to watch his partner finish

So when he found out that you’ve never cum before, he didn’t even wait to hear why

He immediately jumps up and has you pinned up against the wall, your bottoms off and your legs propped over his shoulders

Before you can even process what’s going on, his face his buried between your legs, sucking and licking at you, desperate to hear you moan

You cant do anything to move out of his tongues way, his strong hands holding you in place as you try to fight the pleasure to process what the hell is happening

Within a minute, you’re screaming his name, gushing with your first orgasm, which he happily laps up

But he’s not done yet. You put your hand on his head because you think he’s gonna let you go, but he buries his face back in, more aggressive. Your legs begin to shake harder

He’ll stop only for a second, licking his lips, so that he can add his fingers into the mix. You never thought you’d be an ass girl, but the second he shoves his fingers into both holes, you’re done

He continues to move in and out, eagerly licking and sucking like he didn’t know how to do anything else. All you can do is keep one hand in his hair, and the other against the wall

He knows you’re going to cum for the second time when your hips start rocking against his one handed grip, and you subconsciously start to run away from his mouth and fingers

He’s not having it though, so he pushed you back against the wall harder and becomes more intense, sending your legs straight out as you cum harder than the first time

With your legs shaking, he finally unlatched himself from your clit, his chin dripping. He gives you that grin that he always wears, and gently picks you up. You think that he’s going to lay you down on the bed so you can sleep, but it seems like he has other plans when he pulls out a vibrator and spreads your legs again

OIKAWA

You already know Oikawa is cocky

So when you were making out in his room and you told him that you’ve never cum before, he instantly knew that he needed to give you the best orgasm of your life, and for you to know that it was only him that was able to do that for you

Like he wanted you to be brain dead when he was done with you

So he’ll throw you down on the bed, and rip your bottoms off, admiring your bottom half before leaning down and spreading you

You’ll be shocked at first, but will quickly go along with it, already wet with anticipation

Oikawa will be pleased by this, and he’ll waste no time with reaching into his nightstand to grab a few toys, which weren’t limited to a a couple of vibrating rods and...something that looked like a silicone...clamp?

He’ll start off slow, simply sucking on you and prepping you with a few fingers. You think this is the best feeling you’ve ever had, but you have no idea what’s coming...literally

He’ll surprise you by putting one rod in your ass, and one in your pussy, before turning them on high. You’re legs will go completely straight and you’ll try to close your legs as you suddenly and quicklly try to fight off the pleasure that was building way to fast

But he’ll force your legs apart again and bring the clap down to your clit, turning it on. You’ll be thrown over the edge, screaming his name and flailing your legs as he holds you down, laughing at how he was able to destroy you so quickly

When your orgasm is done, he doesn’t turn the vibrators off. He keeps them on high, not giving you a chance to breath. He’ll pull your shirt apart and lick at your buds, holding you down with his body as you struggled, rapidly approaching another orgasm.

You’ll stutter his name, your hips bucking up into him, your already sensitive clit rubbing against the lump In his pants. He’ll begin to grind into you, sending you over the wall into another extreme orgasm, which leaves you shaking. Only then does he turn the vibrators off and set them aside

That doesn’t mean you’re done though. He’ll simply settle between your legs, gently sucking and licking at your clit while you weakly moan

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The man in a bubble (Ango Sakaguchi x reader)

(1,3K words) Tightening his grip around his wallet’s handle, Ango fastened his pace. The raindrops crashing against the umbrella were becoming heavier and heavier, and he didn’t want to be soaked when he would arrive. He just concluded a very important deal that lifted a weight off his shoulders : the man he was talking with was a high-profile buyer whose partnership benefited greatly the Port Mafia. For a split second, he had the feeling he was being watched, as if an unknown gaze was fixed on his neck. He quickly checked if he was being tailed : nothing. Bringing his black umbrella closer, Ango sighed. A paranoid, that was what he became. But in this kind of job, better be paranoid than dead. At this thought, a shiver run down his spine. His job was dangerous indeed… What if the mafia discovered his real identity ? As he opened the door of your apartment’s building, he shook his head and mentally lectured himself. This kind of dwelling is exactly what would cost him his life – and you. You, the one he never expected to get close with, much less fall in love with. It was clearly unreasonable to pursue a romantic relationship with a mafia member, especially one who worked under Dazai’s orders. He couldn’t count the times where he thought about telling you, before giving up this chimera. Too many factors played in this decision, too many unknown but oh so important factors. So he relegated this idea in a corned of his head, even though it regularly came back. There was no good option here, and Ango didn’t want to think about it. His mind was already full of other’s secrets, no space left for his own. Determined to get a more positive outlook for your sake – he didn’t want you to see him brooding during your time together – he knocked at your door with a little more energy than usual. You opened up and a grin instantly spread on your face. A few seconds later, you were hugging him as if you didn’t see each other for months – which was highly inaccurate : your last date hardly went back to a week. As usual, your hands were covered by the gloves he gifted you some time ago. Funny enough, both your abilities relied on touch, but while Discourse on Decadence was perfectly controlled by Ango, yours was slightly more…volatile. A simple touch was enough for you to take control of one’s mind and so the fear of accidentally use your ability on someone you didn’t want to was always present. Very early in your life, gloves and covering clothes had become your best friends, allowing you to touch people without direct skin to skin contact. ‘’Today sucked’’, you grumbled, face buried into his coat. ‘’I can’t believe that an eighteen years old could be so exhausting…’’ ‘’What did Dazai do ?’’ You sighed and detached yourself from him, inviting him in. Since he often changed places, most of your meetings took place in your apartment. It wasn’t much but it was rather cosy : a small room with a shower and a kitchen open on the living room. The latter was only furnished by a couch in which you could sink in to watch TV. Housing in Yokohama was definitely a pain for young people like you, but you managed thanks to mafia’s paycheck.  “Ah, nothing unusual”, you shrugged before stepping back so as to leave room for him. After entering the living room, he hanged his vest at the door and left his wallet in a place where he could quickly retrieve it in case of emergency. Since you met him, through your common friends, he always kept an eye on it.  According to Ango’s facial expression, you weren’t the only one exhausted tonight. How many hours did he sleep this last week ? Not enough, judging by the dark circles under his eyes. Your gloved hand grabbed his and dragged him to the couch without saying a word. Tonight, he looked especially worried – at least, more than usual – and the sigh that just escaped his lips did nothing for him. As you settled on his lap, you felt a gentle kiss on top of your head. “Penny for your thoughts ?” He smiled. “Ah, don’t worry about this… It’s just work. You know how it is.” Work… You answered with a nod. A silent agreement since the beginning of your relationship was that both of you wouldn’t press the other with questions concerning your respective jobs in the mafia. Knowing too much could be…dangerous, to say the least. Plus, moments like these were your bubble, where you could get out of mafia business. Be normal people, for a change. A normal couple. You couldn’t know that Ango only told you a half-truth. All of a sudden, you turned to face him and began to tickle him. He immediately broke into an irrepressible laughter, wriggling to escape your merciless attacks. In the process, his glasses were accidentally tossed to the other side of the couch, leaving him unable to dodge the tickling. “Ah ! Ah ! Stoooop ! This is tortuuure !” “I thought you were trained to withstand every kind of torture, Sakaguchi Ango ?” you teased him. He waved his hands blindly, brushing your cheek, and the contact, as brief as it may be, made you shudder. You craved physical contact… But touching him without a fabric on your skin was way too dangerous and you didn’t want to take any risks. At least, not without having put a lot of thought and focus into it. “N-not this one !” he panted, trying with no success to get your hands off him. His hair was now a mess and you had definitely messed up the meticulous ironing of his usual white shirt. The enemies of the mafia must not learn that their information agent is extremely ticklish… You took your most cartoonish imitation of a sinister villain : “Neveeeer ! You are at my mercy !”. But you couldn’t stay serious long, as you dissolved into giggles at Ango’s fake terrified face. Finally, you relented and let him catch his breath. For a few seconds he held on to you, before pulling you into a crushing hug. The warmth of his arms instantly made all your worries fly away. You were together, and happy. “I love you”, he whispered, a somewhat wistful look in his eyes. “I don’t know what I would do without you.” You cuddled up against Ango after putting his glasses on him in a tender gesture that didn’t go unnoticed. “Love you too. But since when are you that sappy ?” He didn’t answer and grabbed the remote instead. He went from channel to channel, before settling on a documentary about a famous old mystery writer. You were so comfortable in Ango’s arms… If at the beginning, you didn’t stop commenting on the peculiar habits of said author, it quickly became more boring than anything. Five minutes later, the only sound that came from you was a light snoring. Ango was tempted to close his eyes too, but there was something very endearing in the fact of seeing you asleep on him, your breathing regular as a clock. He felt so safe… As if nothing could reach him here. Nor him, nor you. Maybe the préciosity of these moments resided in their ephemeral nature. A bubble is destined to explode at every second, but that doesn’t prevent it to be beautiful. So was your relationship. Ango Sakaguchi was a man in a bubble, and he didn’t mind it in the slightest. The future could wait. It could wait.

[kpopblurbs]

7:27pm

Pairing: Minho/Reader Word Count: 2.5k Tags: Self-Bondage, Butt Plugs, Gags, Cuffs, Rope Bondage, Orgasm Delay, Sex Toys, Multiple Orgasms, dom!reader, sub!Minho, Minho likes to be called Kitten A/N: I did it, I finished writing all of smutmas today and I’m so happy I could cry honestly, I’m very excited to post the final part I think it’s gonna make a really good finale uwu Smutmas Masterlist AO3 Link

Minho wiggled around in front of the Christmas tree, the rope wrapped around his legs wasn't nearly tight enough for his liking but considering he was tying himself up for the first time he was pretty happy with how it was turning out. He glanced at his phone that he had placed on the floor, reaching over to wake the screen up so he could check the time, he let out a surprised squeak when he realized you were due home any minute. He grabbed the ball gag and slipped the red ball into his mouth before reaching around and buckling it tight around his head. He picked up the remote for the vibrating plug he had slipped into himself before beginning the process of tying himself up and switched it on to your favorite setting, the one that was too low to actually get him off but too high to ignore before setting the remote back down where you would be able to see it. Finally, he picked up the soft cuffs and strapped them onto his wrists, he brought his hands behind his back to link the cuffs together, using a longer chain than normal so that he could actually connect them both together.

Once he was done he sighed happily, it didn’t feel as good as when you would tie him up in positions he could never escape on his own but his excitement at the thought of you coming home to find him tied up like a present under the tree was more than enough to make up for it. He maneuvered himself onto his stomach and wiggled his knees underneath himself, leaving his face pressed into the ground and his ass sticking up in the air. He was grateful that he had the foresight to lay a soft blanket on the ground before doing this, the hardwood floor was still unforgiving but the blanket served to at least lessen his discomfort.

Now that he had no way of checking the time, every second felt like an hour as he waited for you to come home. He couldn’t help but reach for the base of the plug, gripping it tightly and beginning to slowly fuck himself with it, the teasing vibrations were really starting to get to him as his desperation for you increased.

Finally, after what felt like hours to Minho but was in reality only a few minutes, you arrived home, kicking your shoes off before becoming painfully aware of the whimpers and squelching sounds that were drifting through the apartment. You dropped your bag to the ground, shrugging off your jacket and placing it on top of the bag before making your way to the room where you and Minho had set up the Christmas tree. You stopped in your tracks when you saw the position Minho had put himself in, a small puddle of drool collecting around his mouth and a small wet spot forming in the blanket from where his dick was leaking steadily. He was still fucking himself with the plug and you could just barely hear the low vibrations over the sound of the lube squelching as he fucked himself. You could tell he had no idea you were home, his eyes were squeezed shut and he was entirely focused on the feeling of the plug. 

You took a moment to collect yourself, the sight in front of you getting you more worked up than you were expecting. Once you were ready, you cleared your throat, startling him right as he had the plug almost entirely out of his ass and making him lose his grip on the silicone covered toy and sending it clattering to the ground where it continued to wiggle around from the vibrations. He let out a whine at the loss, looking up at you with big, pleading eyes as you cooed at him. “Aw, did the poor kitty lose his toy?” you asked, your tone laced with fake sympathy.

He whined again, nodding to the best of his ability in his current state. You stepped further into the room, making your way over to him and reaching down to pick up the toy, you spotted the remote and grabbed that too before standing back up. You switched the plug off with the remote before dangling it out for him to see, “Is this what you want Kitty?” you asked.

He whined and nodded, letting out a muffled, “Please,” around the gag.

“You feel empty without it?”

He nodded again, wiggling desperately as you crouched down next to him. You set the remote down on the ground again before reaching out and tugging on the chain that linked his cuffs together, frowning at the length before moving down to tug on the ropes. “Looks like someone needs to be tied a little tighter,” you hummed and he let out a happy moan in response. “See this is why little kitties like you need someone like me,” you said, setting the plug on the ground and beginning to loosen the ropes so you could tie him up how you wanted, “You’re just too dumb to do anything on your own, I always have to help you, don’t I?”

He let out another happy moan, nodding as excitedly as he could while you tied him up, his body jolting every time you tugged on the ropes. Once you were done you had made it nearly impossible for him to sit up, the ropes wrapped around his legs tightly and then wrapped around his torso, pushing his knees to his chest. You had looped one of the ends of rope through the chain connecting his cuffs, pulling it tight so the chain didn’t feel as long. You sat back to admire your work, enjoying the way he squirmed around letting out happy sighs as he felt how tightly he was tied. “Is that what you wanted, Kitten?” you asked.

He nodded, letting out his best, “Thank you, Miss,” around the gag.

You smiled, “You’re welcome, Kitten,” you said before picking up the plug once again, “I suppose, since you’re so cute, I can give you this back too.” You lined the tip of the plug up with his hole, both him and the plug still coated with more than enough lube for you to be happy pushing it just the tip of it into him before stopping. “Maybe I’ll even let you cum tonight,” you said, pausing for a second before continuing, “Although you know how much I love to see you desperate and begging to cum like a little whore,” you said.

He let out a frustrated whimper at the thought of not being allowed to cum and you chuckled, finally pushing the plug into him, pulling it out and pushing it in a couple more times before letting it settle into place. You picked up the remote, quickly turning the plug on to a setting higher than the one he had put it at, making him jolt and let out a loud whine at the sudden sensation. “Ooh, I had another idea,” you said, switching the plug to a higher setting, “I could make you cum more times than you can count, how does that sound?”

You switched the plug to an even higher setting, “What would you prefer, Kitten?” you asked, frowning when he didn’t respond. Quickly, you turned the plug off, ripping a loud, desperate whine from Minho, “I asked you a question, Kitten, and I expect an answer.”

“‘M sorry,” he cried out around the gag.

“Now, do you want to cum as many times as I want, or not cum at all?” you asked.

“Mmph,” he thought for a few seconds before attempting to speak, letting out a garble of too many words making them all unintelligible. You chuckled before reaching forward and unbuckling the gag, pulling it out of his mouth just far enough to let him speak. He took a second to swallow the spit that had collected in his mouth before speaking, “Whatever would make you happier, Miss,” he said, his voice already scratchy from all the noise he was making.

“Ooh, good answer,” you said before shoving the gag back into his mouth and buckling it tightly how it was before. He moaned happily when you turned the plug back on, pushing it back up to the high setting you had set it to before. You grabbed the base of the plug and began to fuck him with it slowly, angling it so it dragged against his prostate with every thrust.

It wasn’t long before he was whining loudly, his body tensing rhythmically signalling his impending orgasm. Right when he was on the edge you switched the plug off, reaching around between his legs to squeeze the base of his dick to keep him from cumming. He let out a loud whine, wiggling around to the best of his ability desperate to get more stimulation. “Aw, Kitten, you thought I was gonna choose the second option, didn’t you?” you cooed.

He whined in response, looking at you with his best puppy dog eyes, “Cute,” you hummed, “Too bad that doesn’t work on me,” you said making him let out another whine.

You waited until you were sure he had come back down before switching the plug back on, enjoying the loud cry he let out. You stood up, moving to the couch to sit down and watch him and continuing the pattern of letting him get right to the edge before turning off the vibrations. Eventually you started to lower the speed of the toy, turning it up and down periodically, keeping him right on the edge but not giving him enough stimulation to push him over.

He was a blubbering mess by the time you stood up and walked back over to him, you crouched down and reached forward to unbuckle the gag and pull it out of his mouth. You separated the string of drool that connected his lips to the red ball with your finger and wiped it on his cheek. “What’s your color, Kitten?” you asked.

“Green, Miss, please I need to cum please let me cum please,” he begged.

You hummed, “Still too coherent for my liking,” you muttered to yourself, leaving the gag on the floor next to his face before moving around behind him. You reached forward and grabbed the plug, pulling it out just enough to let some of the lube leak out of his hole. You collected some of the lube onto your hand before pushing the toy back in and spreading the lube over your hand. Once that was done you reached between his legs and wrapped your hand around his dick, “Let’s see how many times I can make you cum,” you said softly.

He tensed up at the sensation, letting out a string of ‘Thank you’s as you started to stroke him slowly, turning up the vibrations to help you reach your goal. “God, please, can I cum, please I’m so close,” Minho begged and you smiled.

“Cum as many times as you want, Kitten, you don’t have to ask for permission tonight,” you said. Almost as soon as you finished speaking he was cumming with a shout, spilling his load onto the blanket beneath him. He whined loudly when you didn’t stop stroking him, the vibrations pushing him quickly into overstimulation and soon enough he was squirming around, tugging at his restraints as he tried to get you to have mercy. 

You pushed him though it, using your clean hand to hold onto the ropes in an attempt to keep him still. Soon enough, his cries turned to moans as you began to get him worked up again, his squirming settling down though you kept a tight grip on the ropes. You kept your strokes slow to keep your arm from getting tired while you pushed him towards his second orgasm of the night.

This one took a lot longer to build up, his body still spent from the first one, not that you minded, breaking him apart like this was something that the both of you enjoyed thoroughly. Him, because his stressful life meant that sometimes he just needed to stop thinking and you, because it was a great outlet for the frustrations that would build up from work. 

You were almost too lost in thought to notice that he was getting close, his cries increasing in volume dragging you back to the present when only a couple seconds later Minho was cumming for the second time. Overstimulation hit him faster this time, tears rolling down his face as he babbled incoherently, “You think you can cum one more time for me, Kitten?” you asked, your voice as warm and comforting as you could make it.

He nodded quickly, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to push himself through the overstimulation. This one was more difficult, he was still so sensitive from all the edging and the continued stimulation was almost too much. But soon enough he was moaning and squirming, his face scrunched up as he focused on the pleasure shooting though him in waves. “Come on, Kitten,” you encouraged once you knew he was getting close, “You can do it, just cum one more time for me and then you’re done.”

Finally, you watched him tense up before cumming for the third time with a whimper, his dick spurting out the last bit of cum he had left. Immediately you began to lower the intensity of the vibrations, letting it work him through his orgasm before switching it off. You pulled the plug out of him, soothing his whimpers of oversensitivity with soft praises. You set the plug to the side and began to undo the ropes, massaging his skin wherever they left marks and helping him stretch his legs out as soon as they were free. You removed the cuffs from his wrists, “Come on, Kitten, let’s get you taken care of,” you said softly, helping him get into a sitting position so you could stand up and help him to his feet.

“We’re gonna get you some water and then get you into bed and after you nap we’ll take a bath together, how does that sound?” you asked.

“Mmph, food,” he mumbled.

You smiled, “Yes of course, we’ll get you a snack with your water and I’ll make sure that there’s a real dinner here when you wake up.”

A lopsided grin spread across his face as you helped him lean up against the counter in the kitchen, ensuring he was stable before grabbing him water and a snack as promised. You made sure he ate the whole snack and drank all the water before guiding him to your shared bedroom and tucking him into bed. You sat on top of the covers next to him, running your fingers gently through his hair as he drifted off to sleep.