#i think i should just get some coffee im in a mood today

[casualbystander98]

some days the worship kink goes hard. make me your god. give me offerings by stretching yourself, slapping yourself, pushing your limits, making yourself cry.

[bunnihearted]

📓🖊️🧸

[gemstone-roses]

I’ve really enjoyed your Hannibal fics and I was wondering if y could do one with fem reader when Hannibal and them get in a argument and he tries to woo her with gifts and stuff but it doesn’t work so he sets up like a really cute picnic or something xx thank you 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Hi! Thankyou so much! I enjoy writing them!

Warnings: bit of angst, fluff, kissing.

Reblogs and comments much appreciated thankyou🥺

He realises he's fucked up about three seconds after the door shuts, he steadies himself on the counter.

He can't even remember what you had been arguing about, but he remembers the moment the words left his lips before he could stop himself.

And your reaction hurt him the most.

You didn't yell, you didn't shout, scream, tell him he went too far, you just calmly said,

"Well then, I think I'll go now".

There's no attitude in your words, no sarcasm, no fight.

And hannibal realises then he's really done it.

He hesitates to call, it takes everything in him not to pick up the phone but he knows its what you need.

He starts with flowers. They appear on your desk, they are far too grand for you to feel comfortable displaying them, and he knows that, but he's not thinking with all his usual consideration right now.

He knows the gifts he's been sending probably didn't go down well, because your still not talking to him.

He even saw you pour the coffee he had left for you down the sink.

Deep down hannibal knew buying you gifts to apologise would never work, so when his mind has cleared slightly, he can think a bit clearer, he knows exactly what to do.

Instead of finding a gift at your desk today, you found a note. Handwriting out of a fairytale, you knew it was from hannibal.

It said to meet him on the top of the hill you'd spent your summer evenings on.

You loved it, there was a single cherry blossom tree at the top, and when the wind blew and the petals fell, you felt serene up there.

You walk the path up to the hill, your mood towards hannibal had long gone, you were just waiting for him to come -with a bit of grovelling- back to you.

You reached the top of the hill and hannibal stood from the blanket he'd laid out and walked towards you.

"Hi darling" he whispers, relief washing over him, because you showed up.

"Hi" you smile.

"I, I made some food, your favourite" he smiles and you think you might melt because here is hannibal, tripping over his words, apologising.

"Ooh, good, I'm starving" you laugh.

Hannibal wraps his arm around your waist, tenativley.

You lean into his embrace and he holds you tighter.

"Im sorry" he kisses the top of your head.

"I know" you say

"Truly, I should not have said what I did, and I hope you can forgive me" he says, his hand stroking up and down your side.

"Hannibal, we've all said something we shouldn't have done at one time or another, myself included" you assured him.

"I know but- "it still leaves a bad taste in his mouth.

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be" you say. And hannibal smiles. He ushers you to sit down and grabs a bottle of your favourite sparkling drink.

"Here darling" he offers you a glass and you stretch your legs out on the blanket.

"Thankyou, this is beautiful". You whisper, tilting your head back to look up at the canopy of the cherry blossom tree.

"Much better than that horrendously over the top bouquet you sent me" you jibe at him, hannibal leans back with you and laughs.

"Sorry about that" he says, and he leans his head forward just a tiny bit as if to indicate he really is sorry. You place your free hand on his chin, placing your drink down behind you.

You lean into him, catching his lips in a kiss. Hannibal props himself up so he's able to grasp your face with his hands.

He kisses you like it's the last thing he'll ever do.

He breaks the kiss eventually, leaving you breathless.

"The food is going cold" he whispers, hand running across your jaw.

Finally, hannibal hands you a plate of the food, smiling.

"Thankyou, you say" the stunning picnic he's put together warming your heart, and hannibal, is forgiven.

[writingjourney]

Papa(i cant decide what number 1-4) : angry at his lover, because she avoids him..

Reader in her bedroom: p-please love...kill me i have a fever

https://themidult.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/painting-woman-ill-sick-fluey-unwell2-800x500.jpg

(sorry for the link im too shy to send this ask as me, but i think its kinda funny)

ghosting | papa x gn!reader

I could not decide on a Papa either, so I kept it as neutral as possible and (I hope) you can all imagine the Papa of your choice :) and anon, you need not be shy, I am so grateful for your ask <3

summary: your papa thinks you're avoiding him but once he finally finds you, he realises that he got it all wrong.

content: 2.5k words, sick care, some suggestive remarks, fluff mostly

masterlist – Ao3 link

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Papa scoffs into his afternoon coffee, nearly spilling the hot liquid all over his papal robes. Still nothing. He’s staring at his phone, the screen cracked from when it slipped out of his pocket while he fucked you on his desk two days ago. And yet he can clearly make out the two blue hooks indicating that you’ve read his message from this morning.

What he also sees is that there is still no reply. Your silence, your absence, the uncertainty – it drives him mad. He is so used to having your undivided attention, seeing your name pop up on his screen with a frequency that keeps him from getting any work done as of late. Not your name, though, no. He saved you under “amore mio” a long time ago. Not that you’re aware of it just yet, but his feelings for you have long since surpassed mere lust and friendliness.

His mind constantly wanders to you. Knowing your schedule by heart, it is easy to imagine what you’re doing, what may have you so distracted. Right now, you should be helping in the gardens, sweaty and panting from the exertions in the warm afternoon sun. He knows how pretty you look like that, even more so when you’re sprawled out underneath him as he gets lost in the soft curves of your body. He yearns to lick the salty sweat off your heaving chest, to hear your whimpers as his lips leave not a single inch of your skin untouched.

Alas, he is stuck in his office, brooding over paperwork.

He’s trying hard to concentrate on the words in front of him, not to stare at his screen all day like a depraved, starving man. Impatient, he even set the phone to vibrate but despite knowing he’d get a notification if you texted him, he taps the screen every two minutes to check. Just to make sure he doesn’t miss it. 

Oh how he’s longing for even the most delicate touch, a simple kiss on his cheek as you tell him to take it easy today, your hand squeezing his across the table. You used to do that, visit him in his office at least two times a day. Not always innocent. Actually, very rarely innocent. He can almost hear the echo of you screaming his name for half the abbey to hear. And yet, you have not been anywhere near these four desecrated walls in almost two days. Not since the last time you were intimate with him.

Why won’t you reply? A flash of doubt and a pang of anger. Could you be getting tired of him? Did he come on too strong? If that were the case, you should tell him. He’s a busy man, you of all people know that, and yet here you are practically ghosting him, as the younger Siblings call it. By now it’s almost dinner time, you must have had a chance to at least type in a yes or no. Papa knows if he can’t see you tonight he is going to lose his mind. He needs the confirmation or he’ll be nervous and distracted for the rest of his day.

Generous as he is, Papa gives you another hour, finishing up the dreadful paperwork before he has a quick dinner of reheated pasta from the day prior. It tastes like nothing to him and the emptiness of his quarters only adds to his foul mood. His eyes are still trained on his phone, the battery still half full, unused with the lack of texting. The only time his screen lights up this evening it’s to remind him that his screen time has gone up by eighty percent over the past week. It seems like that’s an issue you’re solving for him right now.

Papa knows he cannot go another night without seeing you. He needs to confront you, ask if you really lost interest or if you just need more space. Whatever it is, having clarity will be easier to bear than silence.

Entering the dorms is always risky business. People gossip, someone is going to see where he’s knocking, and while everyone knows the two of you are… something, he’s not keen on everyone speculating about why you’re suddenly on cooldown.

But when he knocks, nothing happens. He repeats the motion, rapping his knuckles against the wood three times, louder now. Nothing. He hears music, some sort of electronic beats, the tunes wafting over from another dorm room. A party, surely. Yours however remains eerily quiet. In a last attempt to find out if you’re even home, he tries the door.

It is unlocked, so you must be home. For a moment he considers leaving again but then a painful thought hits him: If you’re home, not opening up… it means you’re avoiding him. Clearly. 

What crime did he commit to deserve your ignorance? His anger propels him to enter, despite knowing he’s invading your privacy. But he cannot go back to his quarters without confronting you, not when he’s already in such pain. He’s feeling the anticipatory grief over losing you and it’s all because he let his guard down way too fast, leaning into your kindness, your loving nature. He always had a feeling that this was too good to be true, that despite thinking this time would be different, he’d end up in pain. Everyone just wants the sex, the fun, not the commitment that being with a Papa, maybe even loving a Papa, meant.

Fiddling with the doorknob, he feels awful for even thinking these things. You never gave him reason to doubt you, but it is just so easy to slip back into his old insecurities. Certain that he’s just seeing ghosts, Papa pushes the door open silently.

Upon entering the small antechamber that leads to your bedroom, he hears you moaning. He hears the rustling of sheets, the mattress creaking. A loud fuck.

Papa stops dead in his tracks, nearly toppling over as a wave of nausea hits him. For a second, his worst fears and his deepest insecurities melt into one big gooey ball of panic. He wants to be sure that what you have is special, but you never openly decided to be exclusive, that you wouldn’t see other people. He’s been meaning to ask, to tell you how he feels… too late, it seems.

But no. He soldiers on. If anyone else dares to touch you, they will receive all of his demonic, unholy wrath. He has a whole company of ghouls who would love to get a taste of human flesh again, if need be. Papa opens the door to your bedroom, anxious but driven, ready to face whatever lies behind. And he does find you in bed like he expected, only… you’re alone.

You don’t even look up. Are you sleeping? The room is stuffy, curtains closed and all he hears is your whimpering.

“Hello?” he asks quietly, his heart hammering in his chest.

“P-papa?” 

Your voice is barely audible. His anger turns into concern as he hurries to your side, sitting down at the edge of the bed. Immediately you reach for his hand in an attempt to squeeze, but it seems like you’re too weak to clench your muscles.

“Kill me, Papa. Release me from this torment,” you whine. “Please.”

“Tesoro, what is going on?”

You groan in reply, a sound only made more horrifying by the soreness of your throat. You sound like a dying animal and if he’s honest, you kind of smell like one too. He wonders how long you’ve been in this position.

“I am dying,” you whisper.

“What happened? Are you injured?”

He’s scanning your body but most of it is covered. Before he can pull away the duvet, you try to squeeze his hand yet again, this time with more vigor.

“S-sick,” you choke out. “The flu.”

“The flu?”

Papa ignores the bad conscience that’s settling in his mind and gives into his worry. He jumps up, opening the curtains and the window to let in some fresh air. You hiss like you’ve been burned, despite the sun already setting. Disregarding your complaints, Papa finds a thermometer and pain killers on your bedside table.

“We need to check if you have a fever, tesorino, can you open your pretty mouth for me?”

You giggle at his words. “I’m too sick for that, Papa.”

“You clearly have a fever if you think I’m going to laugh about this right now,” he states, removing his gloves and throwing them aside. His scowl is not in earnest, he’s not annoyed, of course, but he needs you to know your health is paramount.

“You’re so dramatic,” you whisper but you let him slot the thermometer between your lips anyway.

“I am dramatic? Who’s been locked inside their room like they have the plague without replying to my texts?” 

Papa presses the backs of his hands to your hot cheeks, acting like a mom who doesn’t trust the thermometer. You’re burning up, worrying him even more. Your skin is ashen, hair tousled, and he can see you shaking slightly.

At his words, your brow furrows. “I texted back,” you say, words muffled by the device in your mouth.

“You did not, amore. I have been wondering what I did to upset you so,” Papa admits. “I thought you were avoiding me. Ghosting me, as they say.”

Your eyebrows shoot up and as soon as Papa pulls out the thermometer, forehead scrunching up as he reads the 38.9°C, you start babbling.

“I was not, Papa. I would never. I was so sad I could not see you.” You swallow, groaning as the pain in your scratchy throat hits you. “Can you check my phone? I dropped it.”

Papa finds it under your bed. He lets you unlock it and you’re right, you did reply, only you never hit sent. I am sick in bed, Papa. I miss you too, but I would not want you to catch the flu. ♥︎

“I would never avoid you on you purpose,” you whisper, looking at him through heavy-lidded eyes.

He bends down to kiss your feverish forehead, feeling the heat against his lips. “I know that now, amore, don’t worry about it. I’m sorry I ever thought such a thing.”

“Amore?” you ask, grinning through a thick layer of haze. “That’s new, Papa.”

He can practically feel his cheeks turning rosy under his paint. “You know I like you, gioia mia, that is not new.”

“But amore is not just liking, right? It’s–”

“You have a fever, dolce. I need you to take the ibuprofen. Where do you keep your glasses?”

You pout at his interruption and with one last look at your puckered lips, he jumps up, avoiding not only your question but also the intense urge to kiss you. You’re in no condition to have a deep conversation right now. He searches the cupboards in your tiny kitchenette until he finds a glass he can fill with water. By the looks of it, you have not eaten all day, it’s far too clean.

“I don’t know if I can swallow,” you whine upon his return.

“We both know you’re very good at swallowing, amore. Open up.”

You frown without any real intensity and it’s an adorable sight, even in your messy, unkempt state. “I thought we weren’t joking about this.”

“It is allowed when I do it,” Papa says, practically shoving the pill into your mouth. “Drink, amore. You need liquids.”

You manage to swallow and the water feels like honey but only for a moment before the pain returns and your throat protests wildly. Even so, your mind still clings to his words.

“Papa,” you whine, reaching for his hand as soon as he’s set down the glass.

His mismatched eyes flicker to yours, still worried. “Yes?”

“You never answered.”

“We should talk about this tomorrow, sì? When you feel better.” At your sad expression he gives your hand a comforting squeeze. “I will go find some soup for you now, some other medication.”

“But I don’t want you to leave.”

“I will come back, dolce, you don’t make that pretty head worry too much, eh?” 

You whimper dramatically. “But what if I am dead by then?”

Papa sighs but it’s followed by deep chuckle as he playfully rolls his eyes at you. “You win, amore, I will text one of the ghouls.”

As soon as the text is sent, Papa closes the window again and starts to undress. From your position on the bed you’re watching him like a hawk, pulling a fuzzy blanket over your mouth to hide your grin. He can’t help but find it endearing and suddenly he feels even worse for assuming the worst today. Once he’s in his briefs and undershirt, he crawls into bed behind you, pulling you close. You’re a little sweaty, not exactly smelling fresh, but he doesn’t mind. Feeling your warmth, having you tucked against him, it’s all he really needs. 

And as his heart does a flip, racing thanks to your proximity, he gently cups your cheek. “Do you think you can give me a kiss, amore?”

“But you’ll get sick,” you whisper, the protest dying as soon as he tilts your chin up.

His lips graze yours, softly pressing in more and more until you melt against him. Even your lips are warmer than usual and he keeps it chaste, breaking away to look into your eyes again.

“Papas don’t get sick, eh?” He gives a tender kiss to your forehead, gently running his fingers through your hair before they settle on your back. “Now, you wanted an answer.”

Your look is pleading and it’s like your shining eyes are trying to lure the words right out of him. He wonders how he ever worried you may not feel the same when it’s written all over your face. His nerves start showing then, fidgety fingers drawing tiny patterns on your back, and he can feel your hands pressing into his chest, gripping at the fabric of his shirt.

“I love you,” he finally says. “You are my amore, my love. Tieni il mio cuore in mano. Please, I want to ask you to be mine.”

“I love you, too.” A big grin spreads out on your face. You lean in to kiss him again, softly moving your lips against his, and you stay impossibly close as you whisper. “And I am yours, forever, if you are mine.”

Papa smiles against your mouth and for a moment he forgets that you’re sick and kisses you harder. When he breaks away, you’re breathless, coughing softly, but he can tell by the happy look on your face that it was worth it.

“I am yours, amore,” he says. “I am yours forever, if Satan allows me.”

You settle against his solid chest, warm cheek pressed to the skin just above the neckline of his shirt. After today, your Papa vows to take better care of you, to trust you fully and cast any doubts aside as soon as they arise. And so he wraps his arms around you even tighter, whispering soft praises  into your hair until you’re finally asleep again, the only sound in the room your soft and even breathing.

non vedo l’ora di baciarti – I can’t wait to kiss you

tieni il mio cuore in mano – you hold my heart in your hand

[hyuckbeam]

try again

things don’t seem to be going the way you’ve been wanting them to go the entire week. to make things even worse than they already are, your boyfriend (or rather ex-boyfriend) dumped you in front of the entire campus. you can’t seem to lift yourself up and try again — well, that is until he comes into your life.

pairing | college barista!jeno x college student!reader

genre | fluff, angst, college au

warnings + notes | afab!reader, a bit of cursing, ex-bf being a red flag, mentions of alcohol, roomie!ningning, that’s p much it!

wc | 5.1k words

a/n | im super duper excited to finally release this chapter of the tttc series!! personally, i just like the overall flow of this one and i hope u do too!! let me know what u think abt it :> as always, rbs, likes, and feedback are appreciated!

song recs | all 4 nothing - lauv, the loneliest time - carly rae jepsen, tfw (that feeling when) - enhypen

tttc m.list, main m.list

the first time you met him was seriously by coincidence.

your stomach had you hurling for the past few days, not to mention how sore you were from phys-ed class yesterday. you still remember asking your coach to let you off the hook for the day, but they denied your request – oh well, they were never a great teacher anyways, you think to yourself. your own boyfriend hadn't even checked up on you once to ask if you were doing alright. it’s not like you were going to burden him or anything… you just wanted a little bit of reassurance to get you through the week. was that so much to ask for?

as if all odds were finally in your favor, a light buzz from your phone snaps you out of your thoughts. you pick it up to see your boyfriend’s caller id. maybe this was it. maybe the gods finally heard your pleas to make life just a teensy bit bearable for you.

“hey, i think we should meet up for a moment. do you have time?” is the first thing he’s told you all week and for some reason, instead of the comfort you were anticipating, all you felt was sheer annoyance. not even a simple how are you? the lack of emotion he’s displayed just breaks your heart even more than it already is.

you still manage to reply, mimicking his dry tone instinctively. “yeah, where?” it's faint, but you’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a little hope in you. maybe he wants to meet in person to give you a hug, maybe a kiss? you desperately want that to be true.

“at the campus open grounds, you know, the one near that coffee shop?” he suggests through the call and you once your head despite him not even being able to see you. “okay, i’ll see you then.”

you couldn’t even believe he just asked if you knew where the open grounds were located. doesn’t he remember that’s the place he asked you out? perhaps it was an important event only to you. the thought manages to send a dry chuckle out your throat — it already didn’t seem like your little meetup with him was going to be of any help to your mood.

not much time had passed by the time you arrived at the chosen spot, setting your sights on a nearby bench to rest your feet as you waited.

a lot of people crowded the grounds today. it wasn’t usually this jam-packed, but you suppose the bright and sunny weather encouraged people to roam around outside. after all, the sky hadn’t been this pretty shade of vibrant blue in a while. you’re thankful the weather is good — at least something seems to be turning out well today.

your boyfriend arrives, albeit later than expected, even though he was the one who asked you to come out in the first place. you had been scorched by the sun’s rays for over ten minutes now, wanting nothing more than to just head back indoors.

“sorry i uh… took a while. i’ll make this short.” he states awkwardly, a bit too much considering you were dating. “i’m breaking up with you. i just fell out of love, you know that feeling, right?” your relationship was never the best, this was inevitably going to happen someday, but hearing it out loud was what did it for you.

out loud… wait. you look around to find practically everyone around you whispering to themselves, watching the scene between you and your boyfriend unfold — eating it up like it's the plot of a famous drama.

the shame, the anger, the embarrassment, you just wanted to get away from it all. the hope you gained earlier was all an illusion. your days weren’t going to get any better as the week just became like the stuff that comes out of nightmares. you utterly felt sick to the bottom of your stomach. not only did you get dumped, you got dumped in front of so many people.

without saying another word to your boyfriend — or should you say ex-boyfriend — you grab your things and take a run towards the nearest alleyway that just happened to be the one at the back of the coffee shop.

you crouch down to the floor, curling up into yourself as best as you could before finally letting emotions overtake you, just enough to calm you down. surely no one would find you here if you let out a tear or two, right?

wrong. whoever put that idea to your brain was a big dumbass (whoever being you) because a boy emerges through the shop’s backdoor and into the alleyway, presumably taking out the trash since he’s holding a familiar-looking black plastic bag. however, he quickly stops in his tracks, noticing your presence when there was usually no one else there. the alley was pretty dark after all – it gave most people the creeps but here you were, willingly occupying a small portion of the horrid area while bawling your eyes out. “um… i don’t usually do this, but do you want a cup of hot chocolate?” the guy offers, rubbing his nape sheepishly after noticing your tear-stained cheeks.

you can’t help but silently thank him for not bringing up your appearance in the conversation. you probably looked like a disheveled tomato by now, prompting you to wipe your tears with your arm to at least make yourself look presentable. “actually… yeah, that would be nice.”

you got a better look at him now that you were seated in the cafe, the warm lighting easing your nerves little by little. as expected of him, there’s a welcoming aura that surrounds his figure, a calm smile that’s sure to brighten up anyone’s day (including yours), a tiny little mole below his eye, and the shiniest hair that made you want to touch it — that probably wasn’t the most appropriate thought you’ve had all day.

what you didn’t expect was that he’d actually give that cup of hot chocolate free of charge. you didn’t even know who he was (and probably vice versa). still, it made you gain back a little bit of hope that was lost. with a soft smile now spread across your lips, you begin to ponder that maybe today could still turn out to be better for you.

-0-

the rest of your day goes better than anticipated, and you’re beginning to think that barista you met at the coffee shop is some sort of miracle worker or a lucky charm. even if he wasn’t, you sure do feel lucky you ran into him – though the situation wasn’t exactly the most ideal in hindsight. still, the thought manages to keep your spirits high all the way until you reach back to your dorm.

“ning yizhuo!” your sudden call turns two heads in the room, one being the said person, and the other being her cousin, renjun. the latter often came by and you were quite used to his presence and practically saw him as a brother.

“oh no, not the government name!” a sarcastic tone laces your roommate’s voice. truthfully, she had already heard about your breakup and was expecting you to be bawling your eyes right about now… except… you weren’t. in fact, you had a beaming smile displayed for everyone to see. weird – renjun had probably thought the exact same thing as they gave each other identical looks.

this goes completely unnoticed by you, dropping your bags before making yourself comfortable by the couch. “seriously, you guys won’t believe what happened earlier.”

“... you got dumped?” renjun voices out slowly, almost as if he’s testing the waters still.

“no! i mean yes, but that’s not what i was going to talk about.”

“why aren’t we talking about that? your ex was a douche- i can finally talk shit about him!” ningning cheers.

renjun clears his throat, “more importantly though, are you really fine?”

his words linger in your head for a bit. were you really okay? genuinely speaking, you didn’t feel much – probably because you expected your relationship to fall out eventually. both of you wanted different things and came to realize that. there was an underlying feeling of gratitude that your ex finally cut through the cracks of your bond, but you could definitely do without all the public shame though. that might continue to haunt you, but what’s done, was done.

“mhm, i’m really fine. i’ll get over him sooner or later.” you answer softly. both renjun and ningning could tell you were certain, silently agreeing within themselves to drop the topic completely. “but gosh, i probably wouldn’t have been able to make it through the day if it weren’t for that barista guy in the coffee shop.

you see renjun’s ears visibly perk up at the mention of a barista there, like he already knew who you were referring to. “do you mean the guy who works there? y’know, the one who kind of looks like a fluffy white dog and has a mole under his eye?” god, was he spot on with the description too.

“that’s him!” you gasp out, still in slight shock. you suppose renjun frequents the shop – especially since that’s where he and his girlfriend go to study. “huang renjun, are you psychic?”

that seems to bring out a snort in him, “you just knew that now?” he remarks rather playfully, “actually, his name is jeno. we’ve been friends for a pretty long while now.”

ah, so his name is jeno. you wouldn’t tell anyone, but you mayhaps ingrained that piece of information straight to your heart.

the second time you met him, you just wanted to see him one more time after.

ever since you learned about his name from renjun, he seemed to pop up in almost every conversation you engaged with. was he always this popular or were you just really ignorant to the people around you? it’s crazy how much you’ve been thinking about him ever since.

“put a finger down if you’ve gotten butterflies from a stranger!” frankly, you’re startled at the command, forgetting that you were in the middle of a ‘never have i ever’ game with your group of friends. jeno just so happened to be there too since your friend groups actually aligned well within each other. with him personally being around, you couldn’t seem to focus on anything except him. it’s the nudge ningning aims at your shoulder that gets you placing a finger down, remembering you’re still part of the game. you suppose your brief interaction with jeno does count as part of this…

this small action had the entire group cooing. it was a bit overwhelming, not knowing what to do when so many eyes were set on you. wanting to brush it off, you simply give a shy smile to the crowd, persuading them to not go any further and just continue on with the game. luckily, that’s exactly what they do and you’re met with sweet relief – finally letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in the first place.

still, your gaze shifts back at jeno. had he realized you were the person that bawled their eyes out in the back alleyway of the coffee shop? had he realized you were the one he offered a free cup of hot chocolate to? had he realized you were staring at him like he held the entire universe in his hands?

but most importantly, had you realized he was looking back at you the same way? no? maybe that’s for the best.

the air was getting too stuffy in the room for your liking, you had to excuse yourself out for some fresh air. it was already pretty dark out and you weren’t sure when your friends would finally call it a night. frankly, the breeze was much colder now (and you kind of regret not bringing a jacket out), but at the same time it was calming and quiet – a sharp contrast to the lively atmosphere held inside.

that serene silence was cut off by the faint sound of footsteps coming from the main door, jeno’s figure coming into view. what was he doing out here?

“hey… inside got too much, huh?” guess you and him share that opinion as you nod in agreement.

“a little?” your nose scrunches up at the thought. “i don’t usually mind it but it does get me swamped sometimes.”

a small hum is what comes out as a reply, the both of you opting for the comfortable silence the night bears. a few ruffling sounds are heard coming from jeno and before you could ask him what was making the noise, you felt warmth embrace you from behind. it was a jacket. not just any jacket, his jacket.

“sorry, did i startle you? it’s just, you looked cold.” truth be told, you were far from cold after his gesture. isn’t this something someone would do when they’re in a relationship? why was jeno doing this… with you?

it was then you unconsciously already had your mind made up. you weren’t going to acknowledge it yet, but you were completely over your ex.

-0-

there was absolutely no chance of you getting sleep that night, especially after the events beforehand. though you enjoyed every moment you spent with jeno, you kinda preferred having a full night’s worth of sleep right about now. it’s a good thing ningning was able to grace you with a cup of coffee as soon as you woke up — you don’t think you would have gotten out of bed otherwise.

“seriously, what’s up with you two!” ningning squints her eyes with suspicion glazed over them, trying to get some sort of answer regarding your situation with jeno.

“it’s not what you think it is.”

“then what is it?”

huh. she had a point there. just what is your relationship with lee jeno? it was a little foggy to yourself as well. the both of you never had much conversations, but when you did, they managed to send cupid arrows straight to your heart without fail. this was so much unlike your past relationship. when was the last time you ever felt this way?

“it’s just small conversations, that’s all it is.” you finally reply, words acting more like a reminder to yourself rather than an actual response to ningning’s query.

“is that really true?” your roommate frowns with a sigh, “you know, i noticed the way he looks at you. it’s different from others.”

“you’re probably mistaking his kindness for something else, ning. i doubt this’ll even lead to anything.” your statement is brief, but ningning manages to catch the light thread of hope in your words, understanding you wished it would lead to more. that’s all she needed to know. she knew better than to push you just to ease her own mind from the heapload of questions she has stored away.

“just know, whatever happens, i’ll always support you, okay?” she smiles brightly like the gentle rays of sunshine that slip through your dorm’s sill curtains. “okay.”

the third time you met him, you wished for nothing more but to remain in his company.

it’s just midday and you already feel like falling asleep. naturally, your feet bring you to the campus coffee shop, not registering the fact that jeno’s probably working his shift. in this moment, you were too sleep deprived to care.

“hi, can i get one chocolate chip frappucino-” you finally look up to see jeno’s familiar face right in front of you, recallings of the night before plaguing your thoughts and sending a surge of adrenaline in your body. suddenly, you were wide awake and could probably last the whole day with or without the coffee you were about to purchase.

“y/n, it’s nice to see you.” he greets softly, eyes scanning your features to find dark bags staining your usually lively eyes. “i think i’ll add another shot of espresso to your drink… you might need it.” he mutters out, more so to himself.

you can’t help but smile, finding his slight worry for your well-being to be endearing. “i’ll add that espresso shot then.” you chuckle, catching him off guard as he didn’t expect you to hear him.

“i’ll make sure to prepare your drink well.” he finally replies, punching in your order as you move to find a seat to occupy while you wait.

it doesn’t take long for jeno to approach your table, a drink with a swirly straw in hand. to your surprise, instead of simply dropping off the drink, he takes the seat in front of yours before setting it down. “i’m actually on my break right now but i wanted to talk to you. i hardly see you on campus after all. aside from when you visit here, that is.” it’s almost laughable at how predictable your response is to anything he does, feeling your stomach gain the now familiar fluttery sensation you always experience. when it comes to him, it seems to never get old, but none of that was the main point.

he wanted to talk to you. he went out of his way for you. he could be spending his break time elsewhere, but he’s here with you. perhaps you were overanalyzing his actions, yet you can’t stop the heat that creeps up your cheeks.

“sure, take a seat- i mean, you already did but-”

he chuckles, a slip of a smile coming into view. “your drink by the way.” he motions at the sweet drink you ordered. “i added more chocolate chips for you too.”

“spoiling me now, are we?”

“you caught me!”

talking to him just felt so natural. there was never a dull moment, and when silence would fill up the air, it was never thick and heavy, but light and freeing. you quietly sip your drink to these thoughts, occasionally wondering if this would be what it felt like if you two started dating- you’re thinking too ahead for someone who hasn’t even come to terms with their own feelings. you should just enjoy your time with him.

-0-

since then, you and jeno have grown closer to the point where you frequently talk on the phone at night. neither of your paths often crossed during the day, so these calls definitely made up for that – at least for you. through them, you’ve come to learn that jeno usually plays video games until the crack of dawn, sometimes even streaming his screen for you to watch. tonight, you decided to prepare ramen for yourself so you had something to eat while watching him.

“what flavor are you making today?” his voice is a lot huskier than it usually is during the night.

though this isn’t something new to you, there’s still that cozy feeling that almost feels domestic, and sometimes, you can’t help but squeal to yourself and kick your feet in the air. ningning even asked if you were alright because she thought you had gone crazy after hearing you from her own room.

“i think this one is cheese flavored? i’m not really sure since ning buys our groceries.”

“you should prepare me some when i come over next time. i wanna try some too.”

did he want to come over? your mind immediately fills with the idea of jeno visiting your dorm (or humble abode as ningning likes to call it). he’s seen glimpses of it as your background when you’d facetime each other, but what would he think about seeing it in person? there’s that famous saying that your home reflects your personality, after all. you don’t realize it, but you go dead silent, completely encapsulated by your imagination.

“hello? you’re still there, right?” he calls out for you, it’s much softer this time as if he’s checking up on you in case something happened.

“yeah, yeah i’m here. come over next time, then.”

he does, in fact, come over as soon as he got the chance to. honestly, he resembled an eager golden retriever exploring a new area the entire time you showed him around your dorm, having only seen it through a screen. on some occasions, he would point out a random trinket you had on display, saying it looked like you. he said the same about your potted succulent and you’re not sure how you feel about that one, but nonetheless, he seemed to be enjoying himself and that’s all that mattered. you were practically worried over nothing the other night.

“didn’t you say you were going to prepare me a little treat too?” jeno questions, finally finished with going around the dorm room.

“hm? oh, right the ramen-” you recall, immediately taking a few steps to the kitchen to prepare what you had promised him. “make yourself comfortable, i won’t take long!” it really doesn’t take much to make instant ramen, after all.

once it finishes boiling, you carefully transfer it to one of those gold-colored, aluminum pots to keep the ramen warm – making sure to add a few toppings to the dish to make it a bit more filling.

you make your way to the living room, seeing jeno on his phone by the couch. there’s that domestic feeling worming its way up on you again that has you wondering how it’d be like if jeno was your boyfriend. would he come visit over often? would you be able to visit his dorm sometime? the thought continues to remain on your mind for the entirety of jeno’s stay.

you really wanted this moment to become just as frequent as your nightly calls with him.

the most recent time you met up with him, you finally acted on what you’ve been holding in all this time.

ningning had invited you out to a party, luring you in by slipping that a certain someone was also going to be there. all jokes aside, you knew she also just wanted you to have fun, it’s been a while since you’ve gone out to a party anyways.

the event wasn’t anything fancy, your average college party hosted by one of the frats. you wore a black mini dress, one you bought but never got the chance to use until now. it fit you perfectly in all the right areas, but it took a lot of convincing from ningning’s part for you to actually buy it. you surely had to thank her now or else you wouldn’t have anything to wear for tonight.

“you’re finally wearing it!” it seems you weren’t the only one excited to see yourself wearing the dress as your roommate’s eyes sparkle at your outfit. “here, here. i’m letting you borrow these too since they match.” she hands over a pair of black earrings made with sequins and glass beads. it looked perfect for the look.

“thanks, it isn’t too much, right?”

“not at all! plus, it’s a party. who cares what others think- what’s important is that you look good!”

this makes you let out a small laugh, she was right. she always is. “okay then, let’s go?”

“lets!” ningning takes her purse from the coffee table before linking her free arm around yours. “we should get going if we don’t want to be late.”

it’s a good thing you both left when you did since the two of you arrived just on time. the party had already started a few minutes ago with some people already wasted (they probably drank before everything even started…). it doesn’t take long for you and ningning to manage through the sea of people, finally spotting a couple of familiar faces by the corner of the room.

“hey, you two made it!” renjun beams alongside his girlfriend, a plastic red cup in hand containing who knows what. “oh y/n, jeno’s by the kitchen. he was asking where you were before you arrived.”

“oh? thanks jun, i’ll go see what’s up.” you offer him a small smile before leaving ningning’s side and trying to find where the kitchen was located. after a bit of roaming around, you eventually find the boy you’re looking for.

cheeks flushed, dazed eyes, and a lopsided expression. jeno was probably no where clear from sober by the looks of it. guess you weren’t going to drink today, especially when your friend isn’t in the right state of mind.

“jeno? renjun said you were looking for me.” you call out to him softly in hopes he could hear you through the music that’s blasting on the speaker system.

by the sound of your voice, his head quickly turns in your direction. “y/n! i’ve bween looking por you everywhere!” he immediately wraps his arms around your figure, burying his head in the crook of your neck. your cheeks have flushed now too, not from alcohol, but because of the way he’s hugging you.

you never imagined jeno to be big on skinship while under the influence – well, you’ve never dealt with a tipsy jeno in general until now, so this was truly going to be one hell of an experience.

“have you, really?” you question him, patting his hair. “i’m here now though. did you need me for something?”

you feel him nod against your shoulder, “i wanted to kiss you but you were nooowhere to be found, and then renjun gave me a drink, and then haechan started laughing, and then i started laughing-”

he was beginning to ramble off and probably won’t remember any of the things he’s telling you right now. would that also include how he just confessed he wanted to kiss you? you know jeno’s just drunk, but there’s a part of you that hopes he wouldn’t forget that. you urge him to stand up straight for a moment before letting him lean onto you for support. the best you could do was probably have him sit outside for some fresh air (and maybe a cup of water).

-0-

the two of you are now seated silently next to one another with jeno’s head resting on your shoulder, and it’s reminiscent of the first time you actually had a proper conversation with him. the night was just like this, and yet, so many things have happened already since then.

“hey, about what i said earlier…” oh, he sobers up rather quickly. “y’know, about the wanting to kiss you and all that.”

you turn to face him with a bittersweet expression, the nearby streetlamp placing a soft glow over your features and jeno wonders where that solemn look on your face is coming from. “hm? no it’s alright. i’m sure we all say things we don’t mean when we get drunk. it’s normal.”

“well no, because, i did mean it.”

“that’s okay- huh?”

“i like you, y/n.” although its dark, you know he’s staring at you, waiting for you to respond.

“i… i do too, but we just met like a month ago.” you hadn’t even come to terms with your own feelings yet. “wouldn’t we be, i don’t know, going a little too fast? maybe both of us aren’t currently in the right mind.”

“that just proves my point even more. in a mere month of us getting to knowing each other, i’ve come to learn so much about you, grown so fond of you, and… i just want to be with you. trust me, i had a lot of time to think, but if you need more time. i’ll wait for you.”

now you were conflicted. did you really need more time to understand your own emotions?it’s not like you hid your affection for the boy, instead, it was quite the contrary. people started looking for you through jeno and others asked you about jeno’s whereabouts. its as if you two were now two peas in a pod, and everyone knew. were you going to break something you cherished just because you felt like your emotions hadn’t been sorted, when in reality, have been perfectly laid out right in front of you all along?

“no. no need.” your eyes crease as you smile at him, “i know what i want, and it’s you. it’s always been you.”

he doesn’t need any more validation than this, snaking his arm around your waist before pulling you close, lips barely touching. “can i kiss you?”

“please.” you surely don’t need to tell jeno twice, wasting no time as he quickly locks your lips with his own in such a way that you’d think he’s been pining over you longer than you had originally thought. you hadn’t drank a drop the entire night, but you felt so giddy just kissing him.

jeno pulls away first, and you already feel breathless from such a short kiss. slowly, he brings a hand up to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing small, comforting circles onto your skin. “should we head back now?” honestly, you didn’t want to just yet, still unable to hide your smile from the lingering touch of his lips. still, you knew better than to stay out for too long.

“yeah, the others are probably wondering where we went.” and with that, he pulls himself off the ground, extending a hand out to help you get on your feet.

“let’s go back in… slowly, okay?” you giggle out, still wanting to cherish the moment with him.

“how could i say no to you?”

eventually, you do make it back into the party, quickly spotting your group of friends.

the sight of you both sporting puffy lips and rosy tinted cheeks, not to mention your lipstick smudged on the corner of jeno’s lips had everyone raising a brow. neither of you had noticed that because it was so dark out… um, oopsies?

ningning manages to connect all the dots together, a loud gasp erupting from her that startles the rest of the group. “OMG DON’T TELL ME! no wait actually please do confirm- PLEASE TELL ME YOU’RE TOGETHER?”

you and jeno look at each other with a knowing look, feeling his hand reach out for yours before you happily reply, “yeah, we are.”

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YOU BEING DRUNK FEAT: childe, zhongli, diluc

CHILDE

childe had just gotten back from a longgg work trip

and what'd know! he brought back some expensive ass wine, and you thought you'd treat yourself to some

well one glass turned into two, then four, and here you are seven glasses in and you weren't doing so good

ontop of that wine, you had also been enjoying a few shots of firewater that childe brought back from his visit home

so the surprise on childe's face when he walks in and finds you draped over the coffee table with the whole bottle of wine in hand, he can connect the dots

probably laugh at you

when you're slurring your words, he'll mock you and do the cheek-pulling thing "i have the groceries!" childe had just gotten home after his late-night trip to the grocery store in order to pick up a few things for tomorrow's breakfast. "oh!" he stood in the kitchen noticing the empty firewater container and the wine bottle in your hand, and he couldn't hold it in anymore and just fucking starts giggling and cackling. "what have you gotten into dear y.n!" he drops off the brown bag he was carrying in his hand to come to your aid, but instead of words you let out lazy mumbles and sniffles. "ill get a cold rag, stay here" just as he was getting up, he heard the start of more sniffling that turned into you bawling your eyes out. "do--on't leaVe" your voice was cracking and you were sniffling in between words, but he still understood you. in fact, he thought it was quite cute when you were drunk and just let your mouth have no filter(in private ofc). "im here y.n, im here" you simply just laid in his arms drooling on him as you passed out by his legs. childe may or may not have taken a few pictures with his camera, he'll show you in the morning. he soon moved you to your bed, where you awoke the next morning with the worst headache and hangover sickness. you could only recall half of what happened last night, but you knew once childe heard you stirring awake, he'd come and tease you about it, and you were right. "i never knew you were so clingy!" he said as you both sat at the table, you eating cereal with messy hair and dark under eyes. "you know you should get drunk more often!" you weren't in the mood for his teasing and laughing so early in the morning, so you simply just shot him a glare and he smiled as he talked about his work trip and just how happy he was to be home.

ZHONGLI

he'd honestly probably lecture you the morning after

he just wants to keep you safe (maybe idk)

but, he knows just how to take care of you, and makes sure that the hangover the next morning won't be that bad

still kind of annoyed at you though

but it was ventis birthday today, and wherever venti was, alcohol was

so you and zhongli showed up to celebrate of course!

and no surprise, you got drunk, so now zhongli has to drag you back home and take care of you. he noticed how you started acting loose as the night went on. being flushed, clumsy and touchy, a little too much for his tastes. so now, he just needed to get you home. "y.n, i think it's time we need to go." you were talking with kaeya, venti, and childe about memories from the past years, so not wanting to leave you tried to bargain with him "just 10 more minutes, kay?" cocktail in hand, you gave him a smile...yea you were drunk. "y.n, let's go you can call them in the morning." you let out an annoyed groan, not wanting to leave yet. "mr. zhongli! here, you can go home and ill drive y.n home in an hour! they'll be back twelve sharp sir!" it's not that zhongli didn't trust you, there was just a dangerous aspect seeing how 3/4 of the people here were already drunk out of there minds. and all the people who'd be willing to take you home were drunk. "thanks for the offer ajax, but i think y.n needs to head home. they have work in the morning." did you? nope. but zhongli thought as long as you're drunk, you'd believe him. and what'd you know! he was right. "well, i can call in sick rightttt" you were now leaning on zhongli, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, trying to persuade him into letting one of your friends drive you home. "and plus! it's venti's birthday, one day wouldn't hurt liii" the nickname caught him by surprise, but he wasn't letting you off that easy. "i hope you know i'm not above dragging you out of here y.n." you frowned and turned to venti, giving him the cocktail you'd been holding. "bye guys..." you frowned intensely hoping zhongli would see that and let you stay, nope. you guys got in the car and you just started fuck bawling your eyes out. "AUHUHUHUH *sniff* UHUHAHU" you were throwing a whole fit in the passenger set of your boyfriend's car "YOU'RE SO MEANN AUHUHAHA" kicking and screaming just like a child, it was funny to zhongli causing him to smirk a bit. the fit kept on until you guys were halfway home, and when zhongli pulled into the driveway, you were fast asleep (or passed out) on your own lap. folded over. he wonder how you could sleep like that. but regardless he carried you into the bed and took off your shoes, and clothes, and placed you into your pajamas. then just tucked you in. he enjoyed moments where he could find the time to just take care of you, even if it meant having to lecture you in the morning about throwing fits and getting drunk on a tuesday night, but that could wait. instead, he got a rag and cooled down your flushed face, then left a glass of water for you to drink. "fuck...." you woke up, hair in an absolute mess, nose stuffy, and fucking thirsty. and zhongli heard you as you stirred awake and came to your aid. "this is what happens when you get drunk." he opened the bottle of nausea medicine on his bedside table and gave you one. you were very lucky to have him. "you know, getting drunk can lead to multiple brain....." he started to lecture you, it'd become his habit.

DILUC

he's had to deal with multiple drunk clients, so naturally, he's veryy good at it

but still gets kind of annoyed with you for doing it, like bro wtf?

and you did it, right in front of him too. in his own tavern. in public

well lets just say you and kaeya got into a drinking game, diluc knew you had some self-control, but that self-control gets washed away with kaeya.

and he was right

you guys are about to pass you, burping and nauseated but still pushing the limits.

diluc didn't even take a good look at you until now.

your face is basically tomato red and laughing along with kaeya

he blames the whole thing on kaeya "one more round pleaseeeee" you say, laughing right afterward with kaeya. diluc turns to face you, and let's just say he's not the happiest. "..kaeya leave." kaeya laughs it off, then grabs your arm to continue your drinking game somewhere else. well, that was until diluc intervened. grabbing your other arm "y.n, you're staying here until i'm done. i'll talk with you later." you turned to kaeya for help with the now very angry diluc. and kaeya was no help, just waving you off as he left in search of a new tavern to push the limits. "eat these." he pushed crackers your way and kept on dealing with knights and what-not around the tavern. you were surprised venti wasn't there that night. if so then you'd be able to have a free way of stealing wine from behind the counter. you started on the crackers thinking of a way to get more beer or wine from diluc without him noticing. but, why not just ask him! he loves you after all! "dilllucccc" you said, head laying in your arms "yes y.n?" he wasn't facing you due to him serving another customer, but he still heard you nonetheless "one more *hic* wine please!" waving your hand side to side lazily so he would pay attention "y.n, you've had enough already. you're turning into that green bastard poet." he waved you off, cleaning glasses while taking orders. "bUT-" and here the waterworks go, yea... "you said-!" "y.n.... here, have some water." he handed you a cup which you just stared in the water with your tears mixing in with the water. "ill close the tavern early and we can get home, ok?" "ok!" and back to your perky self, bipolar much?

this shit rough af, but im to lazy to fix it soo👍👍 pocket lent if u guess what my old blog was💖

[effervescentdragon]

Re your interviewers not even sure what to ask anymore ask, that’s me but with the fandom lol. I’m literally this close to just starting to translate all of Toto’s German interviews just to feel like there is Any reason for me to still be here doing Stuff in this fandom, like what am I doing, exactly? Make predictable guesses as to who’s gonna win, only get surprised by DNFs and engine failures and battling in the mid-field, have my grandpa tell me ‘the races have really been going downhill’ and log off??

i posted sth about jude bellinghams dick game on insta on main yday and og bff asked me what im compensating for w footie posting and should he be worried abt my mental state and i said f1, because im just not incentivised to watch it anymore at the moment? im hoping it changes when races stop being so early - i am sad i missed nico's commentary the most tbh. i guess fandoms come and go and things get more and less interesting but the thing for me is - if im not enjoying it, i won't make myself watch/read/do it just because i've made it my Thing. i can have many Things. we all can. i think, when something doesn't bring joy, its good to step back. give yourself time. f1 will be there. 🫂

i also think there is this insidious thing that you have to be "productive" in a fandom, that you have to do, be doing something to justify your presence in it. i know i've felt off because im not churning out 10 ficlets a day anymore, but the fact is - you don't have to DO anything to BE in the fandom (this feels like some metaphor for life but i only took one sip of coffee today so far). fandom is about enjoyment, yohr enjoyment and sharing that enjoyment with people who also love a certain piece of media or whatever. this capitalist bullshit of treating a fandom space like it's a job (what am i contributing? have i met my quota of posting about my blorbo today? how many followers do i have?) like... who the fuck cares. i still count myself into the silm fandom and i havent posted about it in ages. doctor who, star trek, hell, fucking x men and cap america and hannibal and so many things. i am still a fan of so many things that bring me enjoyment. thats why im a fan in a fandom.

i guess what i'm teying to say is that its really hard sometimes, when you lose interest or get disheartened by someting thats brought you joy before. when you feel like you're "failing" at liking something. but i try to remember - im a person, i have interests, interests change. a thing i loved isnt that anymore. okay. not okay, but it's fine. you may find joy again, you may surorise yourself, or you may just drift to something else. you're no less you, and no less a fan, if your intensity isn't the same now as it was yesterday or a decade ago. and with f1... its changing so much that its honestly pretty understandable to feel that way. bff stopped watching during the seb era, came back when it looked like seb might win w ferrari, then skipped the whole lewis era. og bff skipped merc domination era completely. my cousins husband stopped watching the moment alonso won. ive had friends stop watching the moment max won. it happens.

what im saying, too fucking long and winded bcs apparently im in a mood today - dont force yourself into something that doesnt bring you joy. theres so much joy to be found in this world deapite everything, and you're no less you for losing an interest in a fandom.

[robinismywifee]

Back to the Old House - Chapter 4

August 23rd, 2034

[4 weeks, 5 days since beginning of Chapter 3]

Raines age: 16 years, 6 months

Ellies age: 15 years, 3 months

CW: none?

Words: 1920

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Raines POV:

Today is the first day of patrol. Maria was super impressed at the gun range and she gave me a week before doing the real patrol job, just making sure I was ready to be around new people, taking me out to eat and shit.

It's been difficult, but I need to pull my head out of my ass.

I woke up early, 6am, patrol started at 7am, but Maria wanted me to eat beforehand. I brushed out the knots in my hair and brushed my teeth, got dressed, just jeans and a black tanktop, as it was still summertime, and my black canvas shoes.

I swung my bag over my shoulder and equipped my holster around my theigh for my gun.

"Hey Maria" I said in a sleepy voice, rubbing my eyes, making my way into the kitchen where Maria sat at the stool infront the counter.

"Hey, you seem tired. You sure you're still up for it?" she said, sipping something out of a steaming mug.

"Yeah yeah, i'm sure- it's just early"

She nodded, "you want some?" she gestured to her cup, "uh, what is it?"

"Coffee" she smiled proud, "oh, no thanks, never had it. Wouldn't wanna waste any"

"You sure you don't wanna try? It has caffeine in it, get you out of your tired mood"

"Not really, i'll be fine with water."

"Would you rather us go to get breakfast or me make you something?"

"Uh.."

Well I would definitely rather stay here to get food, but I should probably go out to eat so i'm not too overwhelmed with meeting this Jesse guy.

"Let's go out?"

Maria smiled, she gulped down the last splashes of her coffee, placing the now empty mug on the table, "i'm glad you said that"

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After I ate only half my food, since it felt like i was gonna puke if I ate anymore, me and Maria left to go to the stables.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't finish it.." I practically mumbled to her as we walked

"What? No. Don't be. You probably have lots of anxiety right now and i'm proud that you even tried. I'm also very proud that you're going out of your comfort zone to do this job."

I felt confused. Why is Maria so nice to me?

she wouldn't be if she knew the real me.

I stayed quiet. Thinking of how happy her words made me feel and thinking of how much I didn't deserve to feel that happiness.

"Hey" Maria waved to the guy who worked at the stables once we arrived, "We're gonna have you take this guy. We found her injured a few months ago but shes healed since, and fully trained. She's a good girl who was in need of an owner. She doesn't have a name yet either, so feel free to name her. This will be both of you guys first time on patrol" Maria smiled, as she handed me the horses rein.

I nodded, getting up on the horse. "perfect, now just follow me" Maria said softly, I followed next to her slowly riding my horse until we made it to infront the exist, I saw 7 other people on horses. They all looked to range from ages 18-30.

"Sorry for the wait. We got new patrol people, this is Raine" Maria introduced me to everyone, as I shyly waved. It felt weird considering i've been in town for weeks now, and yet I only know about 6 people, 2 of them I dont even know the names of.

"Hey Raine! I'm Jesse" one of the people said, it was the guy closest to me and looked to be the same age as me. His smile was gentle and he seemed nice. Maybe this won't be too bad.

"Hi" I awkwardly said, unsure of what else to say as he already knew my name.

"Great, I hope you two become friends as you'll be working together from now on, that is if everything goes well, but im certain it will."

Maria continued to talk about saftey precautions and which partner group was taking which route, Jesse already had taken this route before from when he had did group patrol, so I was basically just gonna have to follow him.

Once the gate opened, every partner group went separate ways, and it was just me and Jesse.

"So, I heard you came in weeks ago and was in the hospital for awhile. I also heard you got out of it weeks ago, where you've been?" Jesse asked in a curious tone, glancing to the side to look at me for my answer. When I opened my mouth nothing came out, he spoke up before I could make an embarrassing scene. "Sorry, that could be very personal, I dont wanna overstep anything.."

"Uh- no it's fine. I- I was just um.. I mean, I was in a coma? So I was recovering.. from it.. i've been staying at Maria and Tommy's place."

God, I sound so fucking stupid. Also im lying. I've been done recovering, i've just been staring at the wall in bed letting my own thoughts consume me.

"Oh, thats cool. Maria and Tommy are nice dudes."

It was awkward silence since I didn't know how to reply, and by the time I thought of just saying 'yeah' it was too late to reply.

"So what's it like being in a coma? I heard you dream some weird stuff- oh, and when people visited you, could you hear them?"

I softly smiled at his excited banter, he actually felt nice to be around and didn't make me that type of uncomfortable yet.

"Uhh, no weird dreams that I remember. Just was sorta blank. And, I wouldn't know. It's not like anyone vistied me"

"What do you mean? Of course she vi-" Jesse started saying, but stopped talking in the middle of his sentance. I scrunched my brows confused.

"Uhh.. sorry," he let out a dry chuckle, "forgot what I was gonna say"

What the fuck was that about?

I nodded, feeling awkward.

"Uhhhmm. So what made you wanna do patrol?"

Jesse asked, "Oh, just thought i'd be good and could help out."

"Nice.." Jesse nodded looking at me, as I stared down at my horses mane. "same.." he said, stretching out the A.

"Welp, Maria had us take a short route since its our first time and we're young, so.. here we are"

Jesse said, once we made it some office type building.

I didn't say anything, we entered it and Jesse signed us in. "You don't talk much, do you?"

"Guess not."

He nodded, pukering his lips and blowing air out. "Hey, you wanna know a fun fact about me?"

"Uh.. not really?" I asked, confused of why he kept trying to talk to me as we searched the building. "Can I tell you anyway?"

I shrug, not caring.

"Okay, well, my girlfriend, is actually the one that found you. You know, like right before you passed out in that coma."

My eyebrow's scrunched, and my face visibly showed confusion. What is he talking about? Ellie was the one that found me and shes not into gu-

"Dina, is her name"

Oh right. They were in groups.

I nodded, "Nice" I said not knowing how else to respond. "I think you and Dina could be friends. You'll have to meet her one of these days"

"No thanks" I said, cutting him off. He looked at me confused, "Oh- I just meant, i'm not really.. a social person, and meeting you is enough for me.. for awhile.."

His confusion dropped as he understood. "Gotcha. Well, still, it's a small town, you're gonna have to meet her eventually. But yeah, sure, take your time"

The rest of the patrol was boring silence broken up with Jesse throwing in information about himself that I didn't need to know. He even told me his shoe size? He's kinda weird. But definitely better then most, he wasn't being weird to me in that way at all and I feel like I could relax around him.

We finished the job and made it back to Jackson. It only took us a few hours since we had a short and recently cleared route. We didn't run into any infected or anything.

The people at the gates said hello to Jesse and welcomed us back, I figured that they didn't know my name. We rode to the stables, the stables were empty except for the same person working from before, and a black haired girl standing off to the side, looking as if she was waiting for something. She looked odly familiar.

Jesse was infront of me when I heard the girl speak up excitedly, "Jesse! How was it?"

Jesse smiled, "Hey Dina,"

So thats her? Fuck I hope Jesse doesnt try and make me introduce myself.

"It was pretty chill, we had a short route and no trouble. No infected or anything."

Jesse got off his horse and put the horse in its assigned stable, while I did the same. I saw from the corner of my eye Jesse and Dina hugging.

I could feel their eyes on me once they stopped hugging. "Raine? This is Dina"

I took a breath before turning around, "Hi" I mumbled, barley audible. "Hi, it's nice to meet you. I'm glad to see you up!"

Are you though?

I nodded slightly, pressing a fake smile that I thought was convincing when in reality it wasnt at all, and then turned around to leave.

Once I left the stables and was out of their view, I heard Jesse apologizing for my behavior.

Why the fuck do I act like that?

I speed walked to Marias with my head down, feeling my heart pump fast. My cheeks were red from embarrassment.

Once I got to the house, Maria was already in the living room, and was alerted by me slamming the door shut that I was back.

She got off from the couch and ran over to me, "Raine? Whats wrong, did you get hurt? Did you get bit?" Maria asked me in a calm voice, but you could hear panic and worry behind it.

"No- no im fine-" I took a deep breath, feeling my cheeks grow more red from being even more embarrassed, since I was starting to have a hard time breathing over it.

"Well what's wrong? Was it too soon to go out?"

I shook my head, bringing my hands to cover my face, "No, I just- I dont know, I think it was just- alot, for such a short time." I breathed out, pushing past Maria to get water from the kitchen.

"Oh, i'm sorry hun, are you gonna hold off on patrol for awhile, or are you gonna stick with it?"

She asked, following behind me to the kitchen.

"No- I can still do it. Im fine. Tomorrow at the same time?"

She nodded, "Are you sure? How was Jesse? Do you want to switch him for someone else?"

I immediately shook my head no. That would just cause more trouble, and I would have to meet another person.

Before Maria could talk more, I took my water and went to my room.

[a-complex-joke]

The Toymaker Chapter 3

MASTERLIST

"Morning Pen, Hot chocolate?" Ruby said as I walked in.

"Actually no I'm in the mood for tea today, got earl grey," I said sitting at the container.

"Oh fancy, but what's up, changing your order so out of the blue is everything alright" she placed a hand on mine.

"Nothing wrong just feels like things are changing for the better, something different I just don't know what," I say thinking it over.

"Oh so you noticed the old clock working as well, Regina is finally getting this town fixed up" she joked.

"I don't think Regina has or ever will care for this town, she just likes the power of being mayor"

"I would appreciate less bad-mouthing out of you Miss banks," the all too familiar voice of Regina said behind me.

"Your coffee miss madam mayor," Ruby said becoming more mannerly.

"I don't understand why gold lets your toy store stay it's not like you get any business"

"Actually, if I was pushed out someone else would come along and who knows how loud and annoying they'd be, plus I have an inside voice rule"

She rolled her eyes before swiftly leaving

"Why does, Gold let you stay, you never pay rent," Ruby said

"I really don't know I swear" I laughed.

Gold's Prawn shop and Banks toystore pretty funny coincidences maybe it's just something to laugh at and that's why he lets me stay.

"I've never cared to ask, maybe he's in love with me" I joked

We laughed.

"Trust me, girl you could do so much better than him, maybe Leroy" she jested, earning us a middle finger from the man.

"Morning Emma" Ruby greeted the blonde.

She awkwardly waved sitting next to me,'

"Your that Toy store girl right, Mandy Brink? Was it" she said trying to make conversation.

"Penny Banks, So your Henry's mother, finally come to take him away from the evil queen" I joked.

"Oh you know about Henry's Fairy tale conspiracy," she said.

"What? I don't talk to the kid much, just the grapevine knowledge, what's this conspiracy?" I asked curiously.

"I don't think I should say, I'm only staying a week, don't want to cause more trouble than I already have"

"Nah we could use some excitement here, the most fun I have had in a long time was when a kid in my shop tripped and yelled, fuck you floor ill kill your mother"

Emma looked like she was trying to figure out whether It was a joke or not.

"Speaking of my shop, I've got to go see you around."

The days went on Eventually Emma moved in with Mary-Margaret and is staying most likely forever and yet I still have paid no rent to Gold.

"Oh Well Hello Miss Banks, heading home for the night," Gold said Locking his shop.

"Yeah, I mean I was going to go grab something to eat before but still" I laughed.

"Would you mind if I joined you, Haven't had much to eat myself"

I nodded and we started walking toward Grannie's

"So, This I kind of a weird question, Why don't you charge me rent like ever? Id think id be the first on your rent rounds" I joked.

"Let's just say, Ive owed you a great deal of things, this is just part of that"

"I have no idea what you're talking about but I'm just gonna say I'm content with it?"

"Oh, I've just realized I left something back at the shop, you go ahead ill catch up," he said waddling back.

I arrived and waited outside of the place for Gold, But he didn't show, the place closed and I started to panic, I rushed back to the shop.

"Mr. Gold?" I said as I opened the door of his shop, the window of the door had been broken, and on the floor lay, Gold bleeding out of his head.

"Oh god, should I call someone" panic has now been ramped up.

I pulled a rag from my pocket and pressed it to his head, he hissed a bit.

"Oh good your alive, hold this, and apply pressure, Im gonna call someone"

"No, I'm fine no need to call," he said trying to sit up.

"What happened"

"Ashley Boyd, she broke in and stole the contract we had, then bonked me over the head when I caught her."

I help Gold back to his place before leaving for my own and the next day Emma went on the search for the teen mother.

[wykedstories]

Chapter 4: The Coffee Shop.

As everyday starts this one starts the same. I woke up this morning at a crisp four am, and got my makeup and hair done. I'll admit I was so lazy today even I'm ashamed. I can't even blame it on being tired, it's just pure laziness. Instead of doing the whole eyeshadow and everything I just slapped on some mascara, eyeliner and, my shimmer lip gloss to complete a simple look. It's so early and I'm ready to hit the road so that Darcy and I can have  breakfast. I slap my shoes on and make sure everything is packed neatly in my black backpack then I proceed to throw it over my shoulder and head downstairs. As I head downstairs I hear my mom and dad  talking to my little sister Mia.

 Mia has been at my grandparents since the weekend, she's finally home. I love Mia. She has the cutest little smile, let me tell you she's the cutest 5 year old ever! As for my dad he's normally out of state for work so he must have come home while i was sleeping! I walk into the kitchen where everyone is and I say my hellos and goodbyes quickly then head out the door to my car to pick up darcy! I hopped in the car and plugged my music in so that I could get the mood set for the day today. It's feeling like a Slipknot kind of morning. 

As I get everything set up and my first song picked I see that Darcy messaged me. As I look at my phone I see “ Hey babes, we're still on for breakfast im up and ready to go see you soon!”. 

I responded to her with “ awesome love i'll see you soon im on my way.” 

Back to duality by slipknot oh the wonderful sounds of metal in the morning. I casually roll up to Darcie's house and she's just as casually standing outside waiting for me to get here like she is waiting for the bus.

“Hey girl hey, I'm so beyond ready for that chai latte that's calling my name!” she squeaked as she waltzed over to my car.

“Girl, no coffee for me. I am really trying to lay off the caffeine so I think I'm gonna get a refresher and a nice breakfast sandwich.” I responded. 

“ Oh Leah common now after this week at school you definitely deserve that coffee. Get that caffeine girl you only live once! What happened to your large caramel macchiato with 4 shots of espresso and your bacon bagel?”.

“Yeah you are right fuck it im getting my coffee!” I sharply said back to her. 

“ That's my Girl,” Darcy replied. Then we made the mutual decision to crank that music up and jam all the way to the coffee shop. Darcy was dancing in the passenger seat and boy was she having the time of her life. I love seeing Darcy happy. It literally makes my whole day when she has that goofy smile on her face. I was paying attention to driving when I noticed something really odd. There was this guy in a black hoodie walking down the road who looked hurt. He looked as if he was limping but I am not one to stop for strangers.

 I thought about mentioning it to Darcy just because of the weird feeling I got from it, instead I just kept it to myself and onto the coffee shop I drove. We finally got to the coffee shop, not to mention traffic wasn't so hateful. I always complain about traffic but in reality I'm sure it's nothing like what New York City is. I couldn't even imagine driving in Vinces city. I bet driving is heaven here for him. 

“Hey do you want to drive through or go in?” I asked her as I simultaneously turned the music down. 

“I think we should go in and order if you're not opposed?” Darcy replied.

“Going in to order it is” I say loud and proud. We jumped out of the car like we haven't had coffee in months. As we walked up there was an older couple coming out so I stepped over by the door and opened it for them. You know it's the kind thing to do. I smiled at them when they thanked me and I told them to have a blessed day. Darcy and I walked in and ordered our coffee and breakfast that took about 25 minutes to long.

 As we walked out the doors of the coffee shop I felt this wave of uneasiness go over me, I looked around instantly to see if something was going on and that's when I looked on the other side of the street and saw the guy in the black hoodie limping towards the coffee shop. I glanced over at Darcy and she was sipping on her coffee unphased, so I continued to ignore those uneasy feelings and went back to the car to head to school of the day.

[the1975attheirverybest]

Not to dampen the mood, but I'm struggling with depression today . How do you cope with a depressive episode?

aww, babe, i'm sorry. sending you hugs and lots of love 💗🩷💜

This is likely to be a long ass rant, so apologies in advance for what is below the cut, lmao. This is, as sad as it seems, my one area of expertise since i'm depressed 24/7. So... yeah.

some depressive episodes are worse than others and some days are harder than others, so i guess determine what kinda day you're having? Sounds dumb but like on really difficult days, when im not able to do jackshit, if I try to force myself to push through it, and i inevitably fail cuz mental illness, it can make me feel even worse about myself.

SO, i guess first, decide, is it a rotting day or is it a "lets do SOMETHING today"?

if it's a rotting day, thats okay! embrace it! put on the comfort show that you dont even have the energy to focus on watching, stay in your pajamsas if thats what you need. let yourself have that and remember that its a LITERAL ILLNESS its the equivalent of trying to walk with a broken leg, its fuckin hard, man.

I have a "depression cheat sheet" that I originally made for my ex cuz he was also a mentally ill human and when you have two of those in one relationship it's....yeahh...

I think it's something like this:

Drink a glass of water

eat a home cooked meal

take a shower

go for a walk

Those are the essentials. sometimes even those need to be abbreviated. like maybe you order in, instead of cooking, but if you can cook, it really helps to do 1 task from start to finish! or maybe instead of a shower, you just brush your teeth. sometimes even that feels impossible. if you have to sit down while doing it, sit down. there are no rules that say you must stand up to clean your teeth!!

IF it's a day where you are able to do more, maybe do stuff to engage your 5 senses? that usually helps to ground me in the real world and get me out of my head. so...fluffy blanket, a strongly scented candle, music, fresh air, anything thats about YOUR BODY.

and if its a day where you feel like pushing through, trust me, don't go about your day as normal. pick an easy task. people always say that you should put the hardest part of your to do list at the top. THAT IS NOT FOR THE MENTALLY ILL, YALL! start with something you KNOW you are likely to complete. for me, that's always reading 5 pages of whatever book im working my way through that day. but sometimes it's journaling for 10 min, sometimes its literally watching a matty healy slutty edit and then doing some morning stretches! notice howim not saying "read a whole chapter," or "journal for half an hour." THE GOAL IS ACHIEVABLE. SMALL WINS. It builds the momentum in your brain and makes you more likely to complete the next task if you start off with success. ESPECIALLY if you're an ADHD girlie like myself who already has a dopamine deficiency that makes your brain crave that shit.

Here's the hard part: routine. again as someone with ADHD and anxiety and shit, routine is so so so hard for me. but its the most helpful for depression. you'll be tempted, the second that your brain starts to feel even a bit better, to just do whatever you like. NO, NO, NO! stay on that routine. waking up and going to bed at the same time everyday, doing the same things like coffee/ breakfast, work/ exercise, in the same order, helps get you started. There's a reason that George mentioned it in that Tape Notes episode when mentioning his own depression. it helps. it sucks. but it helps lmao.

this one is lame but: you're a human being. you're allowed to fall apart, cry, suck, not feel okay, not be productive, feel like dying, etc. as long as you dont actually die, then its okay. life is fuckin hard man. being alive is hard. and every day that you successfully get out of bed in the morning is a win. the only reason you dont feel like that is because capitalism has taught us to put a quantity onto our self-worth but that is literally fake. you are worthy just because you exist and sometimes that is enugh.

you do NOT need to do x, y, z to "reward yourself" with rest or love or mysic or food or the things that make you feel good. you can feel good and deserve it no matter what.

i hope this helps. i love you. you are good. everything is gonna be okay.

[chelleztjs18]

Hello you 😌

I am okay, did some chores and hung some of the art stuff on the wall. How are you and what you do today?

Yes hahaha I'd rather listen to the other person anyways. I would act like I am still wide awake but then fail. 😅

I am stubborn. I never listen to people when they tell me to go to the doctor if I'm not feeling well.

No, I didn't go out today. I'll probably get the stuff for baking next week. Are you a dessert person or do you like savory stuff more?

Hahaha I do that Thor impression a lot. A few years ago, we were out at a restaurant and we decided to do some drinking and just have fun. So we had some shots, and it was so good, I think it was called something like gummi bears. But anyway, we took it and I almost threw the shot glass on the floor while yelling ANOTHER! 😅

Why did the banana go to the doctor? Because it wasn't peeling well 🤣🤣🤣

Do you buy girl scout cookies a lot? I like the samoas.

Yes haha I can go to the movies for free if I was invisible! But I would do that too, listen in on people. Then freak them out later by spilling the stuff they were talking about in secret haha.

I'd give up coffee. I love my snacks. Do you have any favorite snacks?

Would you rather be in the hanging out with the wizards and witches from Harry Potter or the vampires from Twilight?

- CuriousGeorge

Hello! I'm back! :D

I'm okay, just tired and a little moody / down, probably just because it's almost that time of the month. I dont know. but oh well..

Had a busy day today, took em to the park for quite a bit. We played catch while em ran around. I love playing catch although one time the baseball slipped out of my baseball gloves n hit my nose n it bled. lol. then after we got back from the park, i made dinner and clean the kitchen n dishes. Did some laundry. so not much different, same shit different day. lol.

oh thats nice, I actually love have pictures or arts on the wall of my house.

haha i dont remember if i ever talk all night n fell asleep. I always tell the person I talk to that im sleepy n need to hang up.

ough, you are that kind of stubborn person, huh? well, me too. lol. but sometimes i will get iritated when someone being like that, it's because i care n i got worried.

oh let me know if tomorrow you really gonna end up baking something. i wanna know. hahahaha. I like both, savory and sweet. depends on my mood. but mostly when I crave something when it's almost to my period time, I crave meat or something savory. I think when I'm drunk I also crave savory. but i love my desert too though. :D what about you?

oooh i know that shots. I love it! hahaha were you really drunk that u almost throw that shot glass? thats so funny.

hahaha not peeling well. that's so funny. i love corny or cheesy jokes. oh I got one! What do u call an angry carrot? a steamed veggie! lol

not really, but sometimes i buy those cookies. the chocolate mint girl scout cookies are so good n dangerous. it should be illegal. lol because once u eat it, u cant stop. samoa is the purple one? I never try it before. isnt it the one with peanut butter and oatmeal or something?

hahah thats a good plan if u hv invisibility. I didnt even think about it. lol.

I like snacks but i think i dont snacks often. I like pringles and original ruffles. or something chocolatey. I think i prefer to drink something cold n sweet for my "snack". Thats all i can think of the snacks i like. whats urs?

oh for chocolate chips cookie, do u like the soft one or the crispy one? for brownies, do u like the edge one or the middle one?

hmmm i would pick both if i can. lol. I like vampires but i think learning magic sounds more fun. what about u?

next question?

Cheerio!

[aliceblisss]

i was wondering if you could do a part 2 for the undercover couple one ? I LOVED IT SM

Yes I most definitely can! Sorry this took so long but here it is; enjoy!

AN: IM FINALLY POSTING THIS AAAHHHH SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG

CW: dom Spence, unprotected sex, lil bit of degradation, pet name (kitten), rough sex

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It has been the most torturous 3 days of my life.

Having to work with Spencer and act like everything is normal has been insanely hard. Our dynamic has changed completely.

Usually we have our banter and everyday arguments. I don’t like him. He doesn’t like me. And that’s the way things are.

But now every snarky comment comes charged with sexual tension. Every look, every slight touch feels more intense than it should. I get flustered around him, something that never happened before. And I hate it. I hate all of it.

All because we kissed. Well technically he kissed me; so really it’s his fault.

Spencer. Ugh.

I hate him now. I hate him because the kiss was so good. I hate him because he’s invaded my thoughts. Every time I look at him I think of his lips on mine, his hands wrapped around me, me grabbing onto his perfect head of hair.

Shit. Since when does Spencer Reid have sex appeal?

I’m standing in the kitchen making myself a coffee and I feel the presence of someone behind me; it’s Spencer.

He stands right behind me and says lowly, “You’re in the way”

I ignore him.

He sighs and simply leans forward to reach over me for a mug in the top cabinet. His body is practically pressing against mine and I freeze in place. The way he towers over me makes my mind run wild with very inappropriate scenarios.

God y/n snap out of it.

“Must you always be a nuisance?” He mumbled.

“Must you always be an uptight prick?” I mumbled back.

He dropped his spoon and inhaled sharply through his nose, clearly irritated.

I sneak a glance at him and notice his under eye circles are deeper and darker than usual.

“You look like hell” I say.

“Gee thanks y/n! I feel like it too” he said sarcastically.

He was pissed. There was definitely something else going on because I had barely said anything and he was already in a mood.

“Wow, the stick is really up your ass today huh?” I spoke without a second thought. And when I saw the death glare he sent me I regretted it; I regret poking the bear.

His eyes pierced my soul as he stepped forward, eliminating the distance between us and towering over me. He looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t. He looked like he wanted to grab me but didn’t.

I watched as his hand flexed and closed into a firm fist, then fell onto the counter next to me. He took a deep breath and quickly left without saying a word.

I was frozen in place once again, dazed, confused, and slightly turned on for some reason.

~~~

It’s been a slow day of just paperwork. For the first time in weeks we don’t have a case. A case would be handy right about now to keep my mind off Spencer.

I’ve been mostly day dreaming and trying to sneak glances at him. He seems to be focused on his work and it’s so sexy.

He’s rolled up the sleeves of his button up shirt, exposing his forearms. They’re stronger and veiner than I expected.

I watch the way he licks his lips every few minutes, the way he rubs his temple with his middle finger when he’s stumped on something, the way he occasionally runs his hands through his messy hair.

I’m getting all hot n’ bothered in my desk at 2:34 in the afternoon. This is ridiculous.

I abruptly stand up and stomp over to García’s lair.

I burst in, “García give me something to do”

“Don’t you have like tons of paperwork?” She turns around in her swivel chair.

“Yes,” I begrudgingly admit, “but it’s boring. I need something else. Anything.”

She sighs and looks over her desk to see if she can find something for me to do. “Oh!” She exclaims.

“Here,” she rolls over to me with a flash drive in her hand. “There’s some files in here we need to print”

I scrunch up my face in confusion, “What for?”

“Small town police station that only uses paper and the one computer they do have is older than Rossi” she rolls her eyes.

I can’t help but laugh, “Okay Pen, you got it”

I take the flash drive and walk out as I hear her very enthusiastic “Thank youuuu!” from behind me.

~~~

There’s a lot of files to print so I’m in the copy room for a while. This is somehow even more boring than the paperwork.

After about fifteen minutes I hear the door open behind me and an annoyed scoff.

I wonder who it could be.

Of course it’s Spencer Reid, the very man I’m trying to escape.

I sigh, “What are you doing here Reid?” I keep my back to him.

“I came here to work out—what do you think I’m doing here y/n?” He said very sarcastically.

It’s the second time he’s been extra nasty towards me today and not in a good way.

“Okay what’s your issue?” I blurt out, turning to face him only to find him just a few centimeters away from my face.

“It’s quite simple; you” he replies.

I scoff. “Look I know you don’t like me, I don’t like you either. But if you have an actual problem with me just say so. Don’t go around being all passive aggressive with me; I’m not JJ”

His mouth fell slightly open and he glared at me. I glared back.

“Yeah I have a problem with you y/n, in fact I have many. So many I wouldn’t even know where to start”

“Well start somewhere bud because I have plenty of time” I cross my arms over my chest and lift up my chin. We’re still quite close to each other and I’m backed up against the printer.

He nods while pursing his lips as he looks away for a second. He looks back at me and gets closer, lower, and says lowly, “You really wanna know my problem with you?”

I gulp. Admittedly I’m all bark and little bite. And seeing the dark look on Spencer’s face is making me very nervous.

“The memory of your lips on mine. How good it felt. How much I wanna do it again,” he pushed me fully up against the printer and placed both his hands on it at my sides, getting at eye level with me.

“How much I wanna taste more of you” he practically whispered now as he stared at my lips. “And I hate that I can’t get you out of my head y/n. It drives me insane. I couldn’t sleep last night. Instead my head was flooded with how much I want—no, need you”

“Spencer I-” I can’t even remember what I was trying to say. All I remember is Spencer cutting me off with a kiss. A quick yet deep kiss that left me wanting more.

He pulled away and said, “Meet me in the men’s bathroom in the hallway with no cameras in eight minutes. Make sure nobody sees you” and walked out.

“What the fuck just happened?” I whispered to myself as my lips tingled with the phantom feeling of his lips.

Am I really gonna meet him in the bathroom? If I do what’s gonna happen? Well I have an idea of what could happen; it’s precisely what I’ve been day dreaming of non stop. I wanna go. I wanna do bad things with that man.

Once the eight minutes are up I decide I’m gonna wait one minute more and see what happens. He seems like the type that would punish me for being late. He already berates me about my tardiness daily.

Now that nine minutes have passed I leave the copy room and make sure nobody is around. I make my way to the hallway with no cameras and once I’m sure nobody will catch me I walk into the men’s room.

As soon as I open the door a strong hand pulls me in by my arm and then pushes me up against the wall. Spencer immediately locks the door. He puts one hand on the wall next to my head and another next to my waist.

He leans in, “You’re a minute late”

“Upset I made you wait?” I tease.

“I don’t think you realize how badly I want you y/n. I’m not even ashamed of admitting it anymore. And since you came in here I can assume you want me too, is that right?”

I nod as I stare into his lust filled eyes. He grabs my waist and pulls me closer.

“Use your words kitten” he growls.

I can feel the wetness in my panties grow more and more. “Yes, I want you Spencer” my voice betrays me so it comes out as a whisper.

He smirks devilishly before pulling me in more and kissing me again. This time it’s hungrier, desperate. We both pull at each other’s clothes to somehow get closer to each other. There’s a growing heat between us and it’s taking over.

He grabs my ass with both hands then moves them to my thighs to lift me up; my legs are now wrapped around his hips and I can feel his hard arousal.

The kiss is sloppy with tongues tangled and teeth clashing. Fingers tangled in hair and moans trapped in the middle of it all. It’s chaotic to say the least but we both need more.

He moves us over to the sink tabletop and plops me down; my legs still straddling him. He unbuttons my shirt clumsily and I breathe out, “If you rip my shirt I’ll kill you” and he chuckled. But it was dark, as if he took it as a challenge. Thankfully though he didn’t rip my shirt.

Instead I was met with his warm sweet mouth on my skin. He kissed and licked up my stomach and chest. He pulled my bra down and I could’ve sworn I heard a small whimper escape his lips at the sight of my breasts.

But the moans escaping my lips were undeniable as he sucked softly on my nipples. My vision was blurry. I was overwhelmed with lust for the last man I ever expected to feel lust for. Yet here I am, at his mercy, buckling my hips frantically, desperate for more.

He stopped and looked up at me, “Easy kitten, we’ll get there” with a smirk that made me want to slap him across the face.

“Stop teasing me Reid” I said through gritted teeth.

He got up and said, “Okay,” as he traced his finger up my core, “but you can’t make any noise”

This motherfucker.

And so he started tracing circles over my clit through my pants. I was so sensitive, every nerve was aching for his touch. He began kissing me again. And I had to make him suffer so I started palming his dick through his pants.

I felt him shudder and heard him groan, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“You bitch” he breathed out in between heavy panting. I simply smiled again and said, “No noise”

He grunted in annoyance but buckled his hips into my hand, craving more friction. And it was as if we read each other’s thoughts when we began taking each other’s pants off at the same time.

We continued kissing as we lined up our bodies, we were both too turned on to keep waiting. I pumped his dick which was fully erect to the point where it almost looked painful and oozing with precum. He started panting loudly so I put my finger up to his lips and said, “Shh, no noise” with a cocky grin.

“Oh yeah?” he replied. And next thing I know he was lifting me onto his dick.

He’s…big, to say the least. So it hurt, but it was the good kinda pain. I moaned, loudly. He quickly placed a hand over my mouth and smiled at me as he slowly thrusted into me.

I had to keep my eyes from rolling back as the waves of pleasure washed over me. My entire body was tingling. His thrusts started getting faster and faster and I was already nearing my climax.

I don’t know what was blowing my mind more; how good he was fucking me or the fact that the man fucking me this good was Dr. Spencer Reid.

Suddenly we hear a stern knock at the door followed by a, “Reid, you in there?”. It was Hotch.

Shit shit shit

Reid took a second to compose himself well enough to respond, “Yeah! Sorry I think I had some bad Thai food last night.” But he hasn’t stopped. He’s still fucking me into oblivion. I’m holding onto his neck and shoulders for dear life.

“It’s alright I just need you to verify something for me from today’s paper work so I can send it” Hotch replies from the other side of the door.

“Okay I’ll be out in a minute!” Reid replies and we hear Hotch’s footsteps getting farther away.

I look at him and say, “A minute?”

He looks back at me and grins, “I said I’d be out in a minute, you and I will be done in 30 seconds”

My brain was mush at that point, his thrusts were getting harder and deeper.

“Count back, 25, 24,” he started.

“23, 22, 21–shit Spence, 19” I continued but I could barely form words.

He was hitting my g spot over and over again. I threw my head back and moaned the numbers, “15, 14, 13–oh Spencer!”

He covered my mouth again and continued counting for me, though I could tell he was struggling, his knees were getting shaky and his thrusts sloppy.

He kissed me once more before there were only five seconds left. “5, 4, 3, 2–oh!” he gasped as we both came together.

I was almost screaming but it was muffled by his hand as my orgasm crashed my body and caused me to shake and spasm. His knees gave out and he fell forward.

We held each other as we both caught our breath and I could feel his cum oozing out of my pussy.

Once he regained some strength he straightened himself and put his pants back on. He then quickly got paper with water and helped me clean off.

Once he was done with that he checked himself in the mirror one last time, gave me a wink with a cocky smirk and left without another word; leaving me speechless and satisfied this time.

[anos-sensei]

Imagine hc.

Mammon snaps.

Parts: one two three four

I hope you enjoy this.

I've had this hc for a LONG time bubbling in my head twisting and crunching up all the little space storage It had left.

Love I'd APPRECIATED!

Warning: strong language, cursing, mild angst, mammon centric. No mc.

Mammon was tired to say the least, he was, in fact. Exhausted.

A few famillars of him had been catching anomalies up in the human worlds, people abusing of his blessings and his curses getting out of hand.

He had been working his ass off the past few weeks and today was FINALLY the day where he could sleep a bit.

Even though he was a demon, unlike Levi, who by simply raising the temperature of his room could stay awake months on end, or Lucifer who simply refused to sleep because of his fucked pride, he was semi normal. He needed sleep every once in a while.

And the witch that summoned him this morning didn't help, that BITCH pissed him off to no end.

How can they even expect him to act nice and docile, when they KNEW, he has been this busy.

Opening the door to his room he was expecting to find his ol' beautiful room. Goldie framed on his bedside table, his pretty pool table, his perfect bed, but instead, His room was completely empty.

He came home in the early afternoon, his head pounding from the incesant calls he had been having from both devildom and the human realms.

his familars had been going insane from the sudden rupture in balance.

Unfortunately for him, he didn't have the time to tell Lucifer before he had to go, it was an urgent matter and as much as he would've liked to delay it even he had some sense of importance.

His heart sank.

What the fuck happened? He was only away for what? Maybe three weeks?

Sighing mammon drops his bag on the floor, making his way to the dining room where he most likely would find the oldest, sipping a cup of coffee with probably a newspaper in hand.

Sniffing the air he could still smell the faint presence of his belongings... and the strong smell of Lucifer.

Hearing the noise the eldest looks up, his eyebrow rising at the sight of his younger brother.

Entering the hall, just like expected Lucifer was seated at the end of the table, his aura proud and relaxed.

To his surprise though, beelzebub, asmodeus, Leviathan and satan were there too, each doing their own thing.

Too tired to care though mammon walks in a straight line to Lucifer placing his hands on the table with a soft bang.

"Give me back my stuff." Mammon says dryly before lucifer could say a word.

And if it wasn't for his current mood, mammon would have laughed at the surprise in lucifer's face.

"Ugh mammon, it's not a big deal you had too much stuff either way." Asmo snaps quietly, going back to his phone.

Satan was watching with a slight smirk and asmo was already starting to feel annoyed at mammon's rude behavior.

"Yeah, you should be happy we didn't sell it, you still owe me about 80.000 grimm." Levi added absentmindly, focused on his game.

The growl that escaped mammon shut asmo and Levi up immediately, surprising Satan too. They had never seen mammon in such a palpable mood.

Mammon was still trying to keep his cool by supressing his aura, but it was getting harder by the minute.

"Shut it. I'm talking to Lucifer." Mammon whispers harshly, venom lacing the edges of his words. He side eyes asmo briefly, His eyes glowing a cold blue.

"Im not in the mood for you guy's worthless teasing and useless grudges." He stares coldly at his two younger siblings, for a moment asmo's blood runs cold, shievers running through his body, his own body feeling the urge to look down.

Turning his head back to Lucifer he repeats, letter for letter, his demand.

"Give me back my stuff."

Lucifer's eye twitches at mammon's sour mood and disrespectful tone.

"You think you can act like this without consequences?"

Mammon straightens back up, pinching the bridge of his nose, a clear sign that he was reaching his last straw... If he wasn't already biting through that straw.

Swiftly Levi swats asmo's phone down, getting the fifth born's attention.

"Ya seriously think I give a shit about the consequences of shit right now? I just want to take a fuckin' shower and pass out on my bed. Don't push it, luci." The anger in his tone and voice is clear, catching levi off guard. He pauses his game, pocketing his console.

To someone who had never heard it, it sounded like he was just annoyed, none of the brothers besides Levi had ever heard or experienced mammon's anger.

"We have to leave" Levi whispers and signals it to Satan who was absolutely confused, but he trusted his brother's judgment.

"This isn't going to end well" he mouths, and Satan nods, his curiosity peeking but his concerns for beel were greater. He nudged beel getting the giant's attention.

"We've got to leave." Satan whispers and beel looks up, confusion on his face when he sees mammon.

"Mammon! You're back!" Beel exclaims excitedly, his puppy like eyes looking up to his big brother who's cold glowing eyes direct to him.

"go sleep, beel." Mammon says, lacing his words with source magic source. With that single phrase beel's body started swaying, eyelids drooping before closing.

his massive body gently swaying to the side softly lying over another chair.

"You three, leave. Now. Take beel with you." Lucifer orders and the three of them can only obey, Levi transforming swiftly and taking beel with his tail. Ushering the two others outside.

Mammon had //never// used magic, let alone source magic on any of his brothers, especially not beel.

Satan's eyes widen when he finally realises the gravity of the situation, he uncounsciously takes a step back when momentarily a crushing suffocating magic permeates the air before immediately disappearing again.

Lucifer inhales sharply, keeping his surprise down at mammon's anger. For mammon to let his aura slip...? Sighing he places his coffee cup down.

"Mammon, try to calm down.." Levi whispers and quickly runs out when a fizzle of electricity sparks besides his head.

Levi hisses, shutting the door behind him.

"What just happened...?" Asmo asks, having seen the spark next to levi's head too.

"We're in for some violence... If you could even call that violence... I haven't seen mammon this angry since... " Levi sighs remembering the last time he had seen mammon this angry.

During their fall, when one of the angels had injured belphie who was reaching his limit, the angel had mocked them and mammon went feral. He went on a rampage killing hundreds of angels in the few minutes that followed.

And while his attention was turned away lilith got shot, which pushed mammon over the edge, forcing him to use source magic. Mammon's transformation as a demon had started then, horns already pushing through his skull, blood running over his face from ruptures formed by it.

Just thinking about that time send chills up leviathan's spine. He never wanted to see his brother like that again.

"Since?" Satan asks, having zero recollections of mammon being angry at all. Irritated, yes, crying, yes, annoyed, yes. But never angry he would always brush off things like these and beg for forgiveness.

Levi gives Satan a side eye, glancing at asmo who seems to get it. Asmo hadn't witnessed mammon in his full glory, but he had heard of it. After all rumors travel fast. The one who had corrupted destroyed and annihilated entire countries and civilisations, consumed by greed, his blessing enriching some countries and sinking others in the depths of poverty.

Asmo sighs and pushes Levi and Satan up to the attic.

"It's not important, let's go put beel to bed and try to get belphie to cast a resting spell on the dining room... If it not too late... At least."

[a-v-j]

Extra Service(18+)

Ok, so imma share the first 1000 words of this fic i’ve been meaning to post for months i think. Kinda nervous actually cuz i know my writing is not in-level with my totally amazing drawing skillz lol

but anywho, this features Forbidden Spaghetti #5(AKA crackshiiiiiip)

idk but i think i should mention that this fic include heat cycles(might be bad presentation too but im trying!) and swearing

OH YEAH, this “chapter” doesnt have the 18+ bits yet, so if this post gets some positive feedback i will post the next parts! (NO CRITIQUEs ALLOWED cuz im stubborn like that, probably from friends only! mAyBE!)

ALRIGHT LET”S GO (MINI COMIC AT THE END! DONT MISS IT!)

“Do me”

“Pardon?” The taller skeleton’s head snapped up almost immediately and stared with confusion at his client, who without being noticed had made his way closer to the front of his desk.

*Thirteen minutes earlier*

Quick tapping of foot steps echoed in the empty hallway as Snap walked briskly into his work office, it was another typical work day as the therapist in Coreverse headquarters and even though it wont be for another thirty minutes before his work hours actually starts, he went in early anyway because he liked being punctual. Early bird catches the worm as they say.

Upon sitting on his chair and with coffee already in hand, he flipped through his files and hummed to himself, noting his first appointment is with his regular, Corrupto. It wasn’t like he doesn’t like this particular client, no, in fact he took it as a challenge and to help as much as he could. And he was the only available therapist that was qualified for out-of-multiverse work and Cor wasn’t the type to be handled by regular therapist, not to mention he was a really tough nut to crack. He and Cor had been seeing each other for a long while now, and without reported violent behaviors from the other, just means there’s an established trust and knowing Cor, trust was not something he gives away freely.

A few minutes later, Snap, not yet taking his eyelights off from his notes, heard his office door open quietly, indicating his client has arrived to his morning appointment. He glanced up out of curiosity because he would usually hear the other grumble his way to his seat after harshly opening the door and rudely pushing it close but he only saw Cor closing it and walking to his spot without making any much noise. His client was unusually quiet with expression stern and sullen. Snap took note of that and warmly welcomed him, still the other did not give a response nor eye contact.

“How are you feeling today, Auto*?” Snap continued, half expecting the other to pull a wise-crack on him and say “with my hands” or something like that but the only response he received was more silence.

*Cor requested he should be called by “his real name”, the name Corrupto was from “Corrupted!Auto” and he didn’t like everyone calling him that.

“In a scale of 1 to 10. How do you rate your current mood today?” The therapist tried again and, this time, his client mumbled something inaudible. That’s a start, at least.

“Could you repeat that again? Please, don’t hesitate, this is a safe place” Snap reassured, and he was getting genuinely worried.

“I’m horny” Cor finally stated louder, still not making eye contact

“Oh-” There was a pause of awkward silence before Snap quickly collected his thoughts back and wrote on his note. “That’s normal. People always have arousal then, now and again.”

Snap mentally breathe out in relief because for a moment he thought Cor was into something really serious, or worse, dangerous. He was used to the other casually talking about sex related topics and was quite aware how the other was, let’s say, deprived. But still, something wasn’t right and Cor was acting out of it.

“No, I mean I’m that kinda horny.” Cor was clearly having a bit of a hard time trying to relay what he was trying to tell Snap but Snap knew right away what the other meant.

“Oh...the heat kind?”

Cor meekly nodded. Snap nodded back and went back to write a note. Knowing Cor, he was a guy that would shamelessly talk about sex out loud but he doesnt seem to be proud talking about this particular topic. Perhaps even embarrassed.

“So what would be your decision, Auto? Should we continue or would you like to end this session early and take a break?” Snap inquired.

“Continue”

”Are you sure? It’s 100% ok to skip for today-”He felt the other glare, insisting his decision was absolute

“Ok, I’m making sure you’re totally ok” After seeing a solid affirmation again from the other, he proceed to write things down and did a quick re-calibration of his strategy.

After a few more moments of silence. “Can I ask you a favor?”

Snap attentively glanced up to Cor, “Sure, anything I could do to help” before turning back briefly on his desk to organize some clutter .

“Do me”

“Pardon?” The taller skeleton’s head snapped up almost immediately and stared with confusion at his client, who without being noticed had made his way closer to the front of his desk.

Cor maintained a sharp eye contact into the therapist, he was fully aware that Snap could now fully see his sweating and flustered expression. He felt vulnerable and so lost focus and glanced away. He tried to speak again in a low volume

“I…I need you to..fuck me” His tone came out kinda shaky, clearly hesitating to say his indecent proposal.

“Wha-”

“SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME.” Snap immediately did as told

“This heat is gonna fuck me up for a week or so and I don’t need that kinda shit right now. If I just get it one time it’ll be over asap. Only you know about this and you’re the only one I could trust. And I’m not gonna op for some saps, ya get me?” Cor glared.

“But this is inappropriate, unprofessional!” Snap objected, shocked and incredibly worried for the both of them but at the same time, feeling a bit excited with the idea…? NO, BAD SNAP

“You say you want to help me, and this is one way to do it. Anything that would happen here, stays in this room and will never be talked about again” Cor sternly looked Snap in the eye, clearly definite with his decision to back out anytime soon.

“Ma-maybe we could find other options for this awkward situation???” Snap almost faltered but he tried to gain control over the situation which was getting a bit hard when the thing down there is getting uncomfortably tight in its fabric containment

“...”

”Are you ace?”

“What? No, I’m not.” Snap was momentarily caught off guard by the fact Cor put in consideration in asking for his orientation.

“So ya gonna help me out or what?”

Snap stood up from his chair and firmly held Cor by the shoulder and gently spoke, “Auto, I understand your actions might be greatly influenced by your heat and I’m afraid you’ll regret it once you’re clear but I do need you to understand that I’m your therapist, you’re my client and what you are asking of me just cant happen, I’m sorry”

Cor wasn’t in the slightest moved at all, he raised a brow and took a glance downwards and back up again to look Snap in the eyes.

“That looks heavy, let me give you a hand”, he deadpanned

[mulberrysilk]

BullyMakki walks in to your dorm one day because he forced you to give him a copy of the key, but he stops by the door because he heard moans coming from the bed. He's a little bit angry, thinking of ways to punish you. but then he hears it, it's barely audible, makki can hear his name leaving your lips. You keep saying it over and over like its a prayer and there's desperation and frustrating behind it.

He makes presence known by walking out from behind the wall, "Awe can my little cumdump not cum work out me." And when you try to cover yourself he forces you to lay spread by sitting between you legs. He forces you to edge yourself while he watches you from there. He loves the way you'll occasionally spreads your lips and try to grind on his jean covered crotch. Loves how desperate you are for him to touch you. But he needs to punish a bit longer before giving you what you want. Before getting what he wants.

Omg ANON AFGSJS IM SCREAMING I — OMG AFSGAHJSJSD I just 👁👄👁 YES AFSGSH this is so sexy omg

Bully!Makki x f!reader

cw: fingering, solo masturbation, dubcon, dry humping, edging,

more bully!Makki here

It wasn’t enough. After him, it could never be enough and you hate that fact. No matter what you did, your fingers didn’t feel as good as his, didn’t fill you up the way his does and couldn’t even make you tip off the edge as easily as he does.

Why? You repeated over and over your head.

One hand cupped your breast, squeezing it the way he does, rolling your stiff nipple between your nipples as your fingers rubbed your clit, your folds drenched with your slick so close to the edge, so, so close.

Guiltily with so much need you uttered his name. Not once but soon over and over as you tried to work yourself the way he did whilst you chanted his name over and over softly, as if his name was both a cursed one and one that if you chanted over like prayer would finally give you what you needed.

“Hiro…” you whined desperately, your brows knitted in frustration as you slipped your fingers deeper inside you. But it didn’t reach as deep as his does.

Makki palmed his jeans pockets for the key, the stress of his lectures making him huff in frustration as he dug it out his pocket. Today just wasn’t his day, and he wanted nothing more than to bury his face into your tits and just lay there. Yeah, that’s exactly what he needed.

He quietly makes quick work of the door, opening and closing it, kind enough to not disturb you should you be sleeping. He was also nice enough to pass by the bakery and get some strawberry cake slices for you and him to share. After all, you had been so obedient. His good girl.

Just as he expected the small living area was empty, the lights out and your laptop closed on the coffee table. Did you have a bad day too? Did he care enough to make you feel better? Little did you know, he actually enjoyed coming back to your place like this, you fast asleep so peacefully on the bed as if you had gotten tired trying to stay up for your husband to come home. You’re so good for him, he chuckled to himself making his way to your room after placing the cakes in the fridge , the door slightly ajar.

“Ah…”

He stopped in his tracks. Makki knew that tone all too well and his mood shifted immediately. Were you fucking touching yourself, when he told you not to? What the fuck were you trying to pull? He was going to bend you over his knee and teach you a lesson. You should know better than to break his rules—

“Hiro…” you moaned.

And Hanamaki froze once again. Did you just— you did, he was sure you did. His fingers paused from touching the door knob, blinking away his pleasant shock. But then he heard it again, and then again. Over and over.

He finally took a peek inside the room, the lights off but the light leaking from the hallway shone onto the side of the bed, illuminating your frame and he felt heat build up down south at the delectable sight before him. Back propped up against a pillow and legs spread, your fingers played with your pussy, glistening and practically dripping with arousal.

“Hiro,” you huffed out, wincing as your fingers weren’t enough. You hated that. You wanted to cum so badly, you needed to. “S’not enough,” you sniffled in defeat.

“Awe, can my cute little cumdump not cum without me?” His voice breaks the silence that was filled with nothing but your soft moans and needy chants of his name.

“Makki!” You squeaked, pulling the blanket over your naked lower body, cheeks growing hot at being caught. This was bad. “I’m so—

“Don’t stop on my account. What? You can’t make yourself cum? Does my slutty princess want me to make her cum?” He pouted mockingly, striding towards the bed all smug, kneeling on the mattress, ripping of the blanket before wrapping his hand around your ankles, pulling you till your bottom rested on his lap, legs on either side of him. Like this, he had a cute close up on your clenching hole, all wet and needy for him. Just the mere sight of your dripping cunt had his cock hard.

You bit your lip, resisting the urge to beg him to touch you but your resolve was non-existent and you needed to cum. You couldn’t take it anymore, you had been on the edge for more than an hour.

“Please touch me,” you muttered, forgetting about shame, forgetting about guilt. You take his hand and place it over your pussy, Makki groaning when his fingers brushed against your folds, the wetness driving him insane. It was because of him you’re this hot and bothered. And the fact you couldn’t cum without him, the fed his ego. “I wanna cum please.”

He wanted to oblige. He really did. But fuck, he loved seeing you like this.

“Fine…I’ll guide you through it.”

“N-no, Hiro. I need you to touch me,” you whined, earning yourself a swift, harsh, slap on your cunt, the sensation making your thighs shake in a mixture of both pleasure and pain.

“You broke my rule about touching yourself when I’m not around,”

“B-but—,”

“No buts. Now touch yourself for me, use those cute little fingers to massage your pretty clit hm? Nice and slow.” He ordered you, and desperate for your release, you obeyed, moving your hand to your cunt and biting your lip as you began to rub slow circles on your sensitive nub.

Makki sucked in a breath, seeing you touch yourself like this turning him on more than he thought, the fact you were desperately moaning his name earlier added to that. But he could tell by the look on your face that you were utterly frustrated that you couldn’t cum.

He’d love to help you out, he really would but he couldn’t let you off without some punishment. He guided you all the way, telling you how to touch yourself and how fast or slow you should pump your fingers, that clearly wasn’t enough for you.

On your end, having Makki there, being close to him was helping your case. Something about him enjoying what he was watching, giving you a rush that had you aching.

“I was close…” You whimpered for nth time, another orgasm denied. “Hiro, please, need you. Need to cum.” You pouted, close to crying.

“Awe, you didn’t think I’d let you off that easily right? After all, you did break my rule.” He teased, caressing your thighs purposely avoiding trailing higher to where you ached the most. “Do you really want me that badly?”

Your body wanted him yes. But your heart wasn’t so sure and yet, your hand grabbed his wrist and placed it on your breast, the mere touch of his palm against your pebbled nipple making you softly moan. “P-please, Hiro. I-I promise to be good. I’ll be good for you. Just please, touch me.”

“Yeah,” he grinned, thumb brushing against you clit, a soft muffled moan leaving you. “I love it when you call my name like that. So needy for me.” You hips ground against his hand, craving for more friction.

“Awe, bunny, you’re dripping.” He slid a finger between your folds, moving it from your pulsating hole to your clit. “You’re making such a big mess. Go on, then,” he said, pushing down his jeans and gripping your hips with both hands and placing your core on his erection, his length hard against his briefs. “Make yourself cum.”

As if you were drunk, your hips began to move, humping your core against his hard on, wetting his cock through his cotton briefs, a dark wet growing stain on the fabric.

“Such a cute slut,” he moaned before pushing your shirt up and taking one of your nipples into his mouth, flicking and sucking at them.

“C-Cumming! Gonna cum!” You cried out, your grinds getting faster, your clit buzzing with pleasure, the tightly wound coil in your tummy finally snapping. “Ah!” You threw your head back, legs thrashing at the rush of pleasure that you had been begging for. You leaned forward, resting your chin on Makki’s head, his strawberry blond hair tickling your skin as he continued to suck on your tits, thrusting his crotch against your sensitive core. He released his lips form your tits with a pop, glancing down at your naked cunt, his briefs wet with you release.

“Good girl. Came so prettily for me didn’t you?” He collected your slick with his fingers before licking them. “Taste so sweet, bunny.”

You panted, still in the bliss of your orgasm but why weren’t you satiated? Your hands greedily released his cock from his briefs, quick to wrap around his length and pump him.

“Fuck,” he hissed, cock twitching in your silky palm. “What are you—,” he stopped when he met your eyes. Pleading, needy and glossy.

You adjusted yourself on his lap, positioning his cock at your entrance, sighing when you sunk down on his tip.

“N-need more.”