#just slap stuff on the page until it sounds good

[xzaddyzanakinx]

Dear Diary

Emo!Anakin Skywalker x Femme reader Oneshot

Warnings: CNC, Dom/Sub, predator/prey, rape kink, unprotected PiV, misogyny, derogatory comments, knife, bondage, gagging, blood, whipping, spanking, spitting, slapping, biting, mask kink

Info: never leave your diary unattended, he loves you so much that he’ll do anything for you, don’t question why Anakin is so good at being scary (he’s straight up terrifying)

🕊DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT 🕊 This is DARK

“Hey, you know there’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.” Anakin’s soft voice floated down to where your head rested in his lap on this sleepy Sunday afternoon.

“Mmm?” You hummed, tilting your head slightly to look up at his face.

You expected to see a soft expression to match the gentle tone of voice, but you were mistaken. His lip had a sneaky little curve to it, like he had a secret that he was dying to share. He reached his long arm over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Fishing something out and holding it up for you to see.

Your diary. It wasn’t one of his secrets. It was yours.

You squealed in protest and shot up from your resting place much too fast. After being sedentary all day long your brain had a hard time remembering what it needed to do in a high-stakes situation. After the dizzy spell settled slightly you tried and failed to snatch that horrid little book away from him.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

You should’ve known better than to keep a written record of anything, let alone your darkest secrets, with Anakin around. That handsome little shit can’t keep his dirty little paws off of your or your stuff.

“Anakin please!” You pleaded, pouting out your bottom lip.

“Shhh baby.” He laughed, flipping through the pages. “I occasionally read a few pages… just to make sure you’re happy with me of course.”

Right. Of course he would do that.

“Cause sometimes you don’t like to talk about your feelings right?” He chided.

“Yeah.” You grumbled.

“And it seems like my sweet sweet girl had some dirty thoughts since the last time I checked this book.” A sickly saccharine smile materialized on his lips

“Anakin no!” You gasped, hiding your face in embarrassment.

“Bunny, yes!” He teasingly replied.

“Look, right here it is princess. About a month ago. I took you to that new horror movie remember?”

“Yes.” You squeaked.

Anakin nodded, clearing his throat as he ran his finger under the messy scribbles in your diary.

“You said: ‘that scene where he’s chasing her through the woods and caught her? Christ that growl was sinful, but coming from Anakin? I’d be a goner. Knife and all.’”

You blushed fiery red and snatched it from his hands, tossing it to the floor defiantly despite knowing the damage had already been done.

"Anakin that is none of your business!" You pouted.

"But it is now, isn't it?" He whispered, tracing circles on your throat with his thumb.

"It’s okay darlin’ I don’t need that silly little book. I’ve memorized the good parts.” He chuckled as he spotted it on the floor.

“What else did you say? 'I want him rough, maybe even have him wear a mask like in the movie.'” He grinned gripping your cheeks to puff out your lips and give you a playful kiss.

“So I said to myself: ‘Anakin, that sounds like a challenge.’ and you know I love a challenge.”

“Anakin! You weren’t supposed to see that!” You yelped. “That’s embarrassing!”

Anakin chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh no? I think I need to see this fantasy of yours come true."

He released your cheeks and stood up, rummaging through the closet until he found an old hockey mask that he'd worn during his youth.

"Stay here," he commanded before disappearing into the living room.

You sat and stewed in your embarrassment, thinking of all the ways you’d like to squeeze his tiny head until it popped off. How dare he? He read your diary! Ridiculous.

His voice called your name and you were snapped out of your emotional festering.

“C’mon. We got places to be.” Anakin grinned, the car keys in his hand and a small backpack slung over his shoulder.

“What?” You asked in confusion.

He wants to go somewhere now? After he’d just humiliated you in front of your entire collection of stuffed animals?

Anakin nodded, a devilish grin on his face. "We're going on an adventure, Bunny."

Oh. Oh no.

“You’re serious?” You gasped. “like right now?”

He tossed the backpack into the backseat of his Ford pickup truck and opened the passenger door for you, waiting for you to get in. He clicked his tongue like he was calling for a dog, patting your head to scoot you along.

"Come on, baby," he urged, leaning down to kiss your cheek. "Where we're going, no one can find us."

You blushed, but obeyed regardless. You trusted him with your life and depending on how this excursion went you might just end up putting that trust to the test.

“W-we don’t have to do this Ani.” You said quietly.

“I mean… I never even- I didn’t think you’d ever find out.”

Anakin's grin faded slightly, his eyes softening as he cupped your face. "Baby, it's okay. You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with," he reassured you.

"I want to make this happen for you. Plus, I think this will be fun." He added with a smirk, the sincerity in his voice reflected in the icy blue of his eyes.

He climbed into the driver's seat, starting the engine and pulling out of your driveway.

“Like you’re sure you wanna do this? Like you actually want to? Not just because you know I wanna try it?” You asked, picking at your fingers as you forced myself to make eye contact.

Anakin met your gaze, his eyes filled with an understanding for your concerns. "I want this as much as you do, Bunny," he promised.

"So let's go have some fun, shall we?" he asked, pulling out onto the highway.

You slipped your hand into his, the drive was only about 30 minutes. Even with the short distance it seemed like you were far, far away from anyone and anything. The afternoon sun was dwindling quickly over the horizon. It made you wonder if Anakin had done alittle research and a lot of planning before enacting this ambush on you.

“Look at me bunny.” Anakin said softly.

“Safe word is red okay? You say red and every thing stops immediately. Understand?”

“Yes.” You nodded giving him a little smile.

“Good.” He agreed with a kiss to your forehead. His eyes bright and sparkling with this new brand of adrenaline. “Here’s the plan.”

“Once we get out of this truck, you’re the pretty little victim and I’m the big scary killer.” He teased, though he held a serious tone behind the playful words.

“Is that okay? I won’t talk like myself, I’m gonna do my best to be mean and scary okay?”

“Yeah that’s okay,” You blushed at the thought.

“I want you to run. I’ll give you a pretty good head start. Don’t look behind you until you hit the tree line okay?” He grinned.

“Okay I can do that.” You giggled, the reality of your situation kicking in as you began to realize Anakin *had* done his research. He really did want to do this just as much as you did.

“I’ve got a mask.” He pulled out the hockey mask from his bag. “A rope, a knife, and a bandanna. Are these things okay? It’s a real knife, it’s one of the kitchen knives.”

“Yeah.” You nodded, biting your lip as you looked at him, already imagining him in character. “yeah that’s all okay.”

“Do you want me to cut you?” He asked, staring you in the eyes.

“M-maybe alittle.” You nodded, your expression turned serious again. “just not where anyone else can see okay?”

“Got it babydoll. I promise.” He said gently.

“Okay.” You smiled, nervous but so so excited.

“I’m gonna put my hair up.” You giggled. Tying your hair up in a ponytail.

Anakin watched you, a mix of excitement and protectiveness in his eyes. "You look so fucking hot," he muttered, his voice low and rough.

"Alright, princess," he said, his voice now deep and menacing. He grabbed the hockey mask, and held it in your direction to point at you.

"Get out of the truck and run as fast as you can. Don't look back until you reach the tree line." He paused, reaching for the knife, sheathing it on his hip. Shoving the rope in his hoodie pocket, the bandanna in his jeans pocket.

"Remember, red means stop. Whatever happens from here on out, I'll make sure you're safe."

You watched him put the mask on, heart pounding in your chest as you unbuckled your seatbelt and stepped out of the truck into the cooling dusk air. Anakin got out of the truck on his side, looking over at you and nodding his head.

“Run.” He snarled, his features completely hidden by the mask and distorting his voice a bit more than you’d anticipated.

Your only light source was the setting sun and rising moon as you booked it through the field, keeping your eyes forward as your heart beat quickly. You reached the tree line and finally looked back, seeing Anakin running at a full sprint toward you. The prey instinct in your hindbrain kicked into overdrive and adrenaline flooded like ice through your veins.

You froze for a moment until you heard what could only be described as a psychotic laugh ripped through Anakin’s chest. Finally back to your senses you turned on your toes and started running again, only to be tripped by your own feet.

You steadied yourself quickly and recovered your pace after a sharp squeal left you when your knees hit the ground. Your burst of fear driven speed surprised you, but only fueled Anakin’s laughter. You weren’t sure if he was laughing as himself or as the character he was playing, either way… it was terrifying.

You made the mistake of looking back again and realized how quickly he was gaining on you. He had given you a generous headstart for a good reason. Like he’d anticipated you’d fawn instead of flee.

How did he know that?

Anakin was closing the gap, his breath heavy but not labored as he chased after you. You wondered what his eyes looked like behind that mask. Would they be familiar? Or would they be akin to a cold blooded killer?

You stumbled as you whipped your head back to the path ahead and he lunged forward, wrapping his arm around your chest and tackling you to the ground with a heavy thump.

The mask hid his grin as he pinned you down with his body weight, but you could * feel * it. The satisfaction he felt at catching his trophy was palpable, now… now you weren’t completely certain your Anakin was really there behind that hard plastic mask.

"Caught you bitch." He growled, his voice remained menacing. "You're mine now."

You struggled against him, the sides of your fists not even coming close to making contact with his chest. His grip on you was painful, bruising and just what you wanted.

“N-no!” You whimpered. So incredibly turned on by his aggression.

He was surprisingly great at this role, he was doing everything perfectly as if he’d done it before. A nagging thought tickled your mind, what if? But he gave you no time to consider it.

“No?” He laughed, rolling you underneath him so that your face was pressed into the forest floor. His knee pressing down on your back as he roughly tied your arms together behind your back with a practiced ease.

“No! Please!” He mocked you in a whiny impression of your voice.

“Pathetic.” He hissed.

You fought harder, wriggling and trying to get out of his grasp. His hand gripped your ponytail with enough force to make your scalp sting, yanking your head back.

“Stop fucking moving.” He growled as brought his lips to your ear, then he let go of your hair cruelly letting you face plant into the dirt.

“Ow!” You whined in pain, it actually did hurt. Not bad, just enough to make you see stars and feel heat bloom across your cheek.

“P-please! Stop!”

He laughed, the sound gritty and almost unrecognizable. He used both hands to roughly tug your jeans down your thighs, using the knife to cut your underwear off.

You wriggled and squirmed, panting helplessly as all your movement did was undress you further. Your jeans bunched around your knees, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to whatever he had planned for you.

Anakin's breaths were ragged, his heart pounding in sync with yours as he stood over you. Lightly tapping your hip with the toe of his shoe.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch," He snarled. "You made me work for it."

He took the knife, running it down your side, as he kneeled beside you. Forcibly turning your head to make you look at him. He trailed the knife along the back of your thighs, leaving tiny threads of red behind.

"Now you're gonna pay for your insolence." His voice was harsh and cold with an undeniable lust hidden beneath.

“No! No I’ll do anything I swear!” You cried out. Kicking and fighting against him as best as you could.

You heard him taking off his belt, felt him shoving his jeans down and even the familiar grunt as he pulled out his cock.

“I told you to shut your fucking mouth didn’t I?” He snapped at you.

Gripping his belt tightly in his hands he cracked the leather across your ass hard, causing you to scream out in pain.

“Stupid whore.” He scoffed. “what did I just say? You want it again?”

“N-no! Fuck that hurt!” You yelled.

“God you really are stupid aren’t you?” He laughed, cracking the leather down on your red ass cheeks again.

This time you were able to bite down on your lip and suppress the loud crying moan that tried to escape. You knew the tender flesh of your bottom lip would definitely be an angry red for the next few days as a taste of blood hit your tongue.

“That’s better.” He scoffed.

Pumping his cock a few times behind you before spreading your ass cheeks wide and smacking your hip hard to get you to lift up just a bit.

He set his sights on your incredibly drenched pussy. The view might make a weaker man cum on the spot, but Anakin wasn’t a weak man. He’d made that very clear today.

“Never seen you so fucking wet.” He whispered, in awe of the dripping mess you’d made of your cunt. The momentary break of character that you weren’t supposed to hear reassured you that it was definitely still Anakin under that mask.

Anakin's cock twitched, his eyes locked on your pulsing hole, watching it flutter around nothing. He chuckled and spit on his hand before rubbing it on the head of his cock. Letting out a low groan as he tugged on his balls for good measure.

"You're going to take this like a good little slut," He growled, lining up his thickness with your entrance. "And you're not going to fucking scream."

With a low hiss he thrust into you, your body protesting the sudden intrusion with a jerk. You failed to listen to his command and let out a muffled cry behind closed lips as he sank deep inside your heat.

"Quiet, bitch," he warned, pulling back and thrusting again, setting a rough rhythm. "Or I'll really give you somethin’ to cry about.”

You couldn’t help yourself, you whimpered and moaned and drooled in spite of his warnings. The feeling of being taken so roughly, but knowing you were safe… was intoxicating. It was unlike anything you’d ever felt.

Anakin moved suddenly and you saw a flash of red before he yanked back your head, shoving the bandanna in your mouth to use as a gag.

You coughed and gagged on the dry fabric as he forced it in your mouth. Anakin's thrusts became more frantic, his hips moving in quick, hard strokes. With the gag in place you let yourself be loud, there was no point in staying quiet right? If you were heard it would be * his * fault for not properly securing your gag.

"Dirty little thing aren’t you? Filthy. You like this don’t you!? Huh?" He snarled, slapping your ass hard with his free hand. "Scream for me, you fucking whore. No body can hear you. No body is coming to help you."

You moaned into the gag, body trembling as he pounded into you relentlessly. Each slap of skin against wetness echoed in the still night air, punctuating your defilement.

"C’mon, you can fight harder than that." He growled, grinding against you he placed one hand on your lower back and used it as leverage to hold you in place.

He laughed loudly, clearly enjoying the power trip he was on. He’d never fucked you like this before, he’d been rough yes… but this? This was blinding. Hot, white, blinding pleasure that spilled over into pain.

“So fucking tight.” He groaned. “pitiful little pussy. Bet you were a virgin weren’t you?”

You whimpered, the bandanna in your mouth wet from saliva. Tears dripping down your cheeks from his rough treatment. Your legs shaking violently as he fucked you into the dirt.

And he expected you to speak?

��Answer me.” He demanded, ripping the fabric from your mouth, the suddenness of it being pulled from your throat made you gag violently.

“C’mon. Talk to me. You’ve been dying to fucking talk and now you’ve got nothin’ to say?”

“Y-yes.” You sobbed, unable to form more than a few words. “Virgin.”

“Oh I knew it. Fuckin’ knew it.” He groaned.

Anakin's thrusts grew more furious, his cock sliding in and out of your tight ‘virgin’ pussy with each word grunt and groan that fell from his pretty lips. His hand gripped your hair, pulling your head back when you started squirming out from under him again.

"You think you can get away from me? Think you can run? You’re mine now, bitch." He spat, slapping the side of your face. "I own your little cunt now."

You cried harder from the pain, tears streaming down your dirt streaked face as he continued to pound into you without mercy.

"No one else is gonna touch you. No one else is gonna have you." He growled, his words thick with possession.

“Gonna take you home. Tie you up.” He grunted. “Fuck you whenever I want.”

“No one’s gonna miss you are they?” He laughed, “Just a worthless little nobody aren’t you? Yeah, you are.”

“That’s okay though sweetheart.” He cooed, sweetness laced with venom. “I want you. I want you all to myself, show you that all you’re good for is this.”

He spit, ripping his mask off to bite you hard, leaving clear teeth marks on your shoulder. The mask hit the ground near your head and you stared at it with big wide red-rimmed eyes as a violent orgasm ripped through you. Your cunt spasmed around him, slick leaking out and coating your thighs.

The squelching noises filled you with a new wave of embarrassment and fresh tears wetted your cheeks. You might’ve been done, but Anakin wasn’t. He had no plans of stopping now, this wasn’t over until he said it was.

“Stop! Please oh god.” You whined, scrunching your nose up as your body vibrated from the overstimulation.

“Stop? Oh you don’t mean that.” He moaned. “you just fucking creamed all over my cock.”

“Don’t lie to me. You know you like it.” He snickered, you could hear the grin gracing his lips.

“No! No! Please! I don’t!” You struggled, trying to get out of your bindings, the rope digging further into your wrists. “Please stop!”

“Fuck toys don’t talk.” He growled.

Anakin shifted his weight, now leaning with his forearm across your back, his sharp elbow cutting into the muscle to give himself an extra edge to his brutality. You thought he was comfortable in his position, but you were wrong. This was just a transition period.

His arm slid up your back to wrap your hair around his fist, exposing your neck and pining you in place.

A glint of sliver shined in your peripheral, followed by the cool metal blade of his knife on the soft skin of your throat. He had the flat side pressed firmly beneath your Adam’s apple. Anakin's thrusts grew more frantic, his cock sliding in and out of your tight, weeping pussy as he held the knife.

"One word," he growled, his eyes dark with lust and dominance. "And you’ll wish you were dead."

You whimpered, body shaking as you struggled against my bindings. Your cunt clenched around him, milking his cock with each powerful thrust.

"Make me cum, bitch." He snarled, his breathing labored. "Or I’ll slit your fucking throat right here."

His words sent a jolt of electricity through you. This was sick, you were sick. How could you possibly like this? Being threatened with a knife against your throat? You didn’t know, didn’t understand and maybe didn’t even want to. Maybe the logistics behind the thrill of this was better off unexplored. You decided then and there you would never let yourself explore that nagging little ‘what if’ about Anakin too.

His grip on the knife tightened, his thrusts becoming harder with each passing second. You controlled your breathing as best you could. Trying desperately not to move as another orgasm washed over your tired body. Your entire being vibrating with the intense energy, cunt spasming around his twitching member, leaking and dripping slick all over again.

“That's it," Anakin growled, his hips moving faster and harder, growing sloppy. His breathing ragged as he felt himself nearing the finish line. "C’mon, make me fucking cum and I’ll let you live."

"You're gonna say thank you after I cum. You hear me?" He snarled, biting the nape of your neck roughly like a dog in heat.

His balls tightened up, his cock pulsating inside you. Your pussy tightly enveloping him, feeling every twitch and jerk.

You squeaked as the cool blade dragged across your throat in a way that felt alittle too real, a little to close to being sliced open. Though you breathed a sigh of relief as the knife now pressed into your shoulder blade. The sharp tip popping through your skin.

“Gonna put a little ‘A’ right here. You want that? Answer me!” He asked through clenched teeth, staving off his orgasm in favor of torturing you.

“No! Please it hurts!” You screamed, the pain bringing you so incredibly close to cumming again.

He let out a familiar whine, followed by a choked moan as he carved the first letter of his name into your unblemished shoulder.

“You should’ve kept still. Now it’s crooked.” He scoffed.

You screamed out in pleasure, hiccuping as you tried to catch your breath. Anakin’s cock throbbing inside your abused walls. You whimpered as an overwhelming orgasm took hold of you. Your body convulsing in a way it never had before, with Anakin never slowing his hard albeit mess pace. He laughed as he watched your bound hands clasp themselves together as you held your breath.

The dam broke and you squirted, making a mess of yourself and him. You could feel the hot wet liquid dripping down your legs, hear it sloshing and squelching with each thrust.

Anakin’s laugh cut off into a choked groan, his cock jerking violently inside you as he came. His thrusts becoming wild and erratic, his body shaking with the force of his release.

"Fuck," he growled, collapsing against you as he finished. "You're a fucking mess, aren’t you?"

You sobbed into the dirt, body still trembling from the intense orgasm. Your pussy clenching around his softening cock, milking him for every last drop of cum.

"That’s right. Good girl.” He moaned, slowly pumping in and out of your swollen and well used cunt.

“Atta girl. You’re a good fuck so long as you keep your mouth shut.” Anakin let out a pained whine as he pulled out of you, leaving your pussy gaping and filled with his seed.

He cut the rope from your wrists and hissed when he saw the red marks. He broke character again for the simple fact that he felt terribly about accidentally hurting you. It was one thing to do it purposely, but this was unacceptable, he chided himself for tying you too tightly under his breath. He leaned down to kiss each wrist gently before tapping your ass with his hand.

“Get up. All fours.” He growled. Back to playing your big scary killer.

You sniffled, doing as he said as quickly as you could even though your body felt weak and jittery.

“Fuck.” He groaned spreading your ass cheeks apart, his thumbs keeping your pussy lips spread so that he could see his hard work; the mess he’d made of you.

He dove into your slick, reddened folds. His tongue laving and sucking your clit. He moaned and whined like he was the one getting pleasured. He shoved his tongue into your hot, raw hole and licked his cum out of you, mumbling dirty words with each breath.

"You taste so fucking good." He groaned, his voice muffled. "So wet and fuckin’ messy. I love it."

You whimpered, his tongue darting in and out of your still-throbbing cunt, tasting the evidence of your rough sex.

"You’re gonna be mine forever." He growled, his words slurred with lust. "No one else is ever gonna touch you again."

His fingers found your entrance, teasingly playing with it before sliding inside, stretching you open again. Your body trembled, pussy clenching around him in protest of his reentry. He leaned forward licking the trickles of blood from your shoulder and gathering it in his mouth. He sat back on his heels and then spit the mixture of his cum, his spit and your blood into your pussy, gently shoving it inside with his fingers.

The act was filthy. Disgusting. But so fucking hot, so sexy, so much so that your pussy contracted around his fingers again. Alittle bit of squirt dribbling out as your body shook. Anakin's eyes darkened as he felt you clench around his fingers once again.

"Fuck." He grumbled, hid grip on your hips tightening. "You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you?"

You sobbed, body trembling with the impending orgasm or maybe just from the humiliation. Who knows? At this point you couldn’t tell left from right.

"You just want to get used and ruined, don’t you?" He growled, his fingers thrusting in and out of you. "So fucking ready for it. So desperate for a cock like mine to take care of you."

His words sent you over the edge, body shaking as you came yet again. Your pussy fluttering around his fingers, dribbles of liquid leaking down his hand.

“N-no more.” You whimper, begging for a break.

“Oh poor thing.” He laughed. “it just feels so good that it hurts huh?”

“Y-yes.” You cried, sniffling. Your arms weak and wobbly.

“You’ll get used to it.” He said pulling out his fingers and roughly smacking your pussy with his hand.

You screamed, a choked whimpering sob. You were beyond sensitive, you could feel how swollen you were. But even through the pain, a jolt of pure pleasure shot through your core.

“Get up.” He growled, tucking himself back into his jeans, pulling you to your feet by the hair.

He shoved you against a tree and barked out the instruction for you to stay there. He picked up the knife and bandanna, kicking the ruined rope aside and shoving the ripped panties in his pocket. He grabbed his belt and cracked it against your ass hard one last time before putting his belt back on.

“You didn’t say thank you.” He reminded you.

“Say thank you. Ungrateful bitch.”

M’sorry!” You whimpered. “th-thank you. Thank you.”

“That’s better.” He grunted, yanking your jeans back up and leaving them unbuttoned. The fabric wet and sticky from all the abuse.

“Turn around. Can’t leave those gorgeous tits without any attention right?” He chuckled darkly.

He grabbed your chin examining your face when you slowly turned around. His other hand pulling up your shirt.

“Still pretty. Even after all that.” He said softly a small glimpse at your Anakin, not this brutal character he played. But it was gone quicker than you could blink.

"Beautiful." Anakin murmured, his eyes lingering on your tits before he leaned in to lick and kiss each one. "You’re gonna be so pretty covered in bruises, huh?"

Your breath hitched, nipples pebbling as he sucked and licked at them. His hands cupping and squeezing your breasts roughly, leaving red marks on the soft skin.

He bit down and pulled your nipples with his teeth causing you to yelp in pain. Eliciting a dark laugh from him.

“C’mon,” He grumbled. “let’s get going. I’ve got plans for my new whore.”

He grabbed the back of your neck and shoved you forward, making you stumble and almost trip. You stayed silent other than your sniffling and wiping your nose and eyes as you walked on jelly legs.

"Don't think you're done." Anakin growled, his grip on your neck tightening as you walked. "I’ll never be done with you."

His free hand grabbed your ass, squeezing it roughly before letting go. His eyes never leaving the path ahead.

"You owe me. You know that? A lifetime of obedience and gratitude." He laughed, pushing your forward again. “I could’ve killed you and I didn’t. That’s called a life debt baby.”

You nodded, seeing the truck in the field and breathing a sigh of relief knowing you wouldn’t have to walk much further.

“Almost there.” He said plainly.

Once you reached the truck he opened the door and helped you inside gently. Giving you a soft kiss on the cheek.

He walked around to his side and shoved the items along with his hockey mask down inside the bag. Tossing it to the floor board as he climbed in beside you, pulling you against his chest in a comforting, soothing hug. You sighed, leaning into him. His warmth and closeness comforting you.

"Good girl." Anakin whispered into your hair, his voice softening. He kissed the top of your head gently. "You did so good. I love you doll. I love you so so much."

"Hang tight, baby. We’ll get you cleaned up and back home soon enough." He murmured, his hand resting on your thigh reassuringly.

You gripped his shirt, there was something thrilling about his possessiveness, his control over you. “I love you too Ani.” You whispered, voice shaky.

Once the short drive was over he helped you out of his truck, turning around and leaning forward to give you a piggy back ride to the house.

You sighed thankfully and climbed up. Hugging around his neck and inhaling his comforting scent. Nuzzling into his neck as he carried you into your home. Locking the front door behind him. He softly sat you on the couch, giving you a gentle forehead kiss.

Wordlessly he went to the kitchen and got himself and you a glass of water. Placing the cup in your shaking hands, making sure you drank some before he chugged down his.*

“You okay babydoll?” He asked, pulling you into his lap. “that was pretty intense.”

“I-I’m okay.” You nodded. “y-yeah it w-was intense.”

You gave him a soft smile. “It was fun though… I’m just gonna be really, really sore.”

"You’re so fucking precious.” He murmured, nuzzling your neck. "All worn out and sore, but still smiling at me."

"We'll take it slow next time, okay?" He whispered in your ear, kissing your temple softly. "You tell me when you’re ready for sex again baby. I’m not gonna ask until you come to me.”

You nodded, sighing contentedly. Your head resting against his chest as he held you close, breathing slowly returning to normal.

“Are you glad I read your diary now?”

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[thecrystalquill]

Hi again!

after a lot of thinking, i would like to ask you to write for Percy Jackson. Like a cute winter day or something where Reader and Percy just do cute stuff together.

maybe they cook/bake together, idk. if you need more to this you can tell me and i'll try to think of something more to add.

I went with Apollo!reader bc I’m biased. Hope you like it :) also very excited for my first post in the pjo fandom!

Also I’d like to thank my adhd for allowing me to write about my favourite demigods more accurately lmao (bless uncle Rick for making them like me 🥲)

(Book) Percy Jackson x Apollo!reader fluff

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It was December. Persephone had been long reunited with her husband, and her mother - still bitter about their arrangement - let the world know of her sadness.

There was snow at Camp Halfblood, and the demigods who remained were enjoying it fantastically. All except the remaining children of cabin seven. With the sun weak and the weather cold, they seemed to slump about with low energy, no matter how they tried. Seasonal depression was often a little worse for children of the sun.

Which was why (Y/N) was glad to have Percy.

“What’s going on? Where’re we going?” She asked, letting him drag her by the arm through the snowy paths.

“Well, if I told you it kinda wouldn’t be a surprise.” He grinned that big stupid smile he reserved for occasions like this. He pulled her towards the kitchen, eager to see her reaction.

They entered the kitchens and (Y/N) saw before her a table arranged with bowls, utensils, and more ingredients than she could imagine using in a single recipe, along with three cook books all open at different pages. “We’re…baking?” She asked, kicking off the snow from her boots before she approached the display.

Percy rolled his eyes. “Oh, actually it’s a science experiment - I thought we’d have a try at making a bomb.” He sassed, ignoring the light slap to his arm and instead opted to help his girlfriend out of her coat. “I thought we could make a pie?” He explained, though it sounded more like a question.

(Y/N) smiled; it was times like this that she felt so lucky to have someone like him. “What kind?”

Turning to the pantry, Percy rummaged through for options, coming up with a bag of apples, a sack of peanuts, three oranges, and a black banana. “Uh… apple and cinnamon?”

At that moment, it could be a mud pie for all she cared. “Sounds perfect.”

Within ten minutes, they’d gotten everything together and started on the dough. Flour, water, salt, sugar, and butter. Easy.

“Why is it so… gooey?” Said Percy with dough stuck all around his fingers. “Am I not kneading it enough?”

(Y/N) looked into the bowl to assess the problem. The consistency was definitely off. “Maybe just add some more flour?” She suggested, grabbing a handful from the paper bag at her side to throw in the bowl. Only, she also threw about half of it all over his jeans.

“Hey!” He exclaimed, jumping back and almost dropping the bowl. He pushed as much of the sticky dough off his hands and grabbed some flour to throw back before she could defend herself.

“What’re you doing? Stop!” She squeezed, but laughed despite the powder on her shirt.

He did as she said, but the mischievous spark in his eye remained.

When the crust dough looked… good enough, they split it in half and rolled it to the size of the pie dish. They chopped and sugared the apples as the recipe said in the blue (or was it the red?) cook book, and Percy added the cinnamon until his heart told him to stop. (Y/N) mixed the filling while he preoccupied himself with decorating the edges of the crust. Her eye wandered as she stirred and listened to Percy talk about fun words he’d heard of in German (how did they get onto that topic, anyway?), until she saw an open cupboard with a tub of food dyes. Curiosity got the better of her, and she snuck a peak while her boyfriend was distracted. Red, purple, yellow, pink, green… why did they even have so many?

She grabbed two and sneakily poured them in - maybe a little too much, but Percy wouldn’t be distracted for much longer - and took her chance while Percy adjusted the oven. In the filling went, and she hurriedly covered it with the pie top.

“Hey, that was fast.” Percy complimented, unaware of the sly adjustment to the mix. “Just gotta put some holes in it and glaze the top with milk and sugar.” He smiled and picked up a fork.

“I’ll do it.” (Y/N) said, and Percy was more than willing to let her, happy to see the beautiful smile on her lips.

When the pie was finally in the oven, they let out a breath and leaned against the messy table. “Do you have a timer?” She asked.

Percy looked around but came up empty handed. “Nope. But it’s fine, the book says thirty minutes. We’ll remember.”

Famous last words.

Forty-eight minutes later, they scrambled to open the door and hoped with fingers crossed that it wasn’t burnt. Fortunately, luck was on their side; the edges were too brown and the top had started to darken more than the recommended golden colour, but it was salvageable.

The pie was sat on a wooden serving tray in front of them, and the couple pulled up some chairs. They’d worked up quite the appetite.

(Y/N) pulled out a knife from a draw and handed it over. “Would you do the honours?” She asked, and Percy bowed his head as he took it.

He licked his lips a little as the knife cut through the crumbling crust, and proudly pulled back the slice to see its sweet appley insides, chunky and sugary and… brown? “What the hell? Why’s it look like that?!”

(Y/N) looked around to see from his view and groaned. “Aw dam,” she sighed loudly, “I tried to make it blue.”

“You did?” Percy asked, and smiled anyway when he saw the frown on her lips. “That’s okay, it’s the thought that counts. Let’s just try it.” He said as he reached for some forks and handed one over.

They tapped their forks together and tried it at the same time. For a moment, it tasted pretty good.

And then that moment ended.

“Why does it taste like that?” (Y/N) said with a scrunched face.

“I don’t know! We followed the recipe…” Percy reached for the book and checked the ingredients. “See - five cups of flour, a pinch of sugar, two teaspoons of salt—“

“Woah, how much?” (Y/N) interrupted.

Percy held up the green book in his hands. “That’s what it says. Page thirty-one, ingredients—“

He was right, (Y/N) realised, the book did say that. Only, it was the wrong book. “Oh, Percy, that book’s green.” She said, and Percy looked at her in clear confusion, until she held up the book in front of them and one to her right “The ones we were comparing was the blue one and the red.”

Percy’s eyes widened comically large and he gasped. “Then what did I…” he flicked back a page to read the description. “Aw man, this is for a sea salt bread!”

“Ew.”

“Yeah, ew!” He groaned and banged his head on the table in a clear display of hopelessness. “I’m sorry.” Percy grumbled weakly, sounding beyond disappointed.

(Y/N) sympathetically placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a little squeeze. “Why’re you sorry?”

“I just wanted to do something nice for you.” Percy muttered, still with his head on the wooden surface.

“Hey,” she said, easing him to lift his head up and look up at her with his big, sad eyes. He had flour smeared on his forehead from the still messy table, and she giggled while dusting it off. “You did. We had fun.”

Percy rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I guess. But the pie sucks.”

Pausing for a second, (Y/N) opted to pick up her fork and take another bite, ignoring his protests. “It’s not so bad the second time.” She said. Sure, the crust was salty and crumbly, and a little burnt, and the filling was an unappealing green-brown, but she’d had worse. She scooped up another forkful and put it to Percy’s lips, waiting for him to take a bite.

He wrapped his lips around the offering, and tried not to think about the salt or the strong cinnamon flavour. “I guess it’s… okay.” He said, and he smiled at her gesture.

He hasn’t expected her to laugh at him, though.

“What?” He asked, frowning in confusion yet again, only making her laugh more. “What?”

The sight of a clueless Percy Jackson, with flour on his face and brown-coated teeth, was one she’d give a fortune to have on camera. “Y-you- you look like you ate sh—“ she managed before she was cut off by more laughter. If she wasn’t already sat down, she would have collapsed already from the near violent laughs taking over her body. Tears streamed down her face, and her stomach hurt like she’d done a minute-long plank, and she’d started laughing so hard that no sound even came out anymore.

Percy couldn’t help but laugh too, harder and harder each minute, until they were both exhausted and heavily meaning in the table for support. “This whole day was a disaster.” He chuckled and shook his head.

(Y/N) moved forward to cup his floury face in her hands. “Not at all - it was perfect.” She swore, and thanked him with a sweet, cinnamon flavoured kiss.

It was the best date they’d had in a while - sweet kisses were the perfect ending - and the clean up could wait until after. They’d remember.

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The camp’s snowman building contest was interrupted an hour before dinner by a scream from the kitchen.

“WHO THE FUCK TRASHED THE KITCHEN?!”

It might be best to skip dinner that night…

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Thank you for requesting :) what did you think?

[spiteless-xo]

Hi!! May I please ask for 101 & 111 from the nsfw prompts! With Dom!Geto x sub!reader? Thank you so much and have a great day!!!!

thank you for the request!! 🥰

hopefully you like this! i was having trouble thinking of a good situation for these quotes.

edit: fml i read this as GOJO not GETO. please see my revised response here!!

list of prompts ⋆ masterlist

╰┈➤ smut prompts - 101 & 111. "Do I look like I'm messing around? Do I look like I won't punish you?" "Be a good girl/boy for mommy/daddy."

ft. gojo/fem!reader cw. unedited, not proofread, explicit sexual content (semi-public sex, fingering, clit slapping, orgasm control), explicit language. 1,612 words.

"pay attention," gojo hisses, snapping his fingers in your face.

you pout at him before whispering back, "gojo, i don't get it. no matter how many times you explain it to me, i just don't understand."

he huffs, sunglasses drooping down the slope of his nose as he stares at you from overtop of them. "you're not even trying."

"i am!" you whisper-yell, offended. "gojo, don't be rude."

"'m not being rude, you're being a brat," he groans, rolling is eyes and pushing his sunglasses back up his nose.

"i'm not being a brat," you whine.

he points down at the paper in front of you, the unanswered question on the mock exam from your professor that he's spent all afternoon trying to explain to you. "then answer the fucking question."

with a huff, you pull the paper closer to yourself, hunching over the table and looking down at the question -- you immediately regret not paying attention to gojo earlier, because you're already confused.

rather than admit defeat and ask for help, you just start scribbling on the page until gojo's attention drifts away from you. then, you slide your phone off of the desk and into your lap.

you send a cautionary glance at gojo sitting next to you, careful to make sure your body is still hunched over in a way that he can't see what you're doing. after a beat, your eyes drift back down to your lap and you open up one of your social media feeds.

you scroll through it mindlessly, just looking for a distraction from studying and working on homework, until you see gojo's large, pale hand inch into your vision as he grasps the phone from your lap and snatches it away.

"hey!" you hiss, head jerking up to watch him stuff your phone into your pocket.

"you need to finish this assignment."

"i will!"

"now," he says, voice dropping an octave.

gojo tilts his head down, letting his sunglasses slide down the bridge of his nose to eye you narrowly. "do i look like i'm fucking around?" he asks and you feel a chill shoot down your spine. "do i look like i won't punish you?"

"fine," you groan, but you can't shake the feeling of his gaze on you, even when you look away. "i'll do it."

"no, no, no," he tuts, and you feel his warm hand rest on your thigh under the table. "you wanna be distracted? i'll give you a distraction."

"gojo," you whisper nervously, eyes darting around the library as his hand slides up the bottom hem of your dress. the two of you are seated in the back corner of the school's library alone, but if you lean back, you can see a few people seated at a table on the other side of a row of shelves.

"do the assignment," he commands as you feel his fingers brush against the fabric of your panties. "and don't make a sound."

you bite your lip nervously but your thighs fall open, allowing more space for gojo to situate his hand. he rubs you gently through the fabric with one hand while he rests his opposite arm against the back of your chair, looming over you menacingly.

"and if you're good, maybe i'll let you cum," he whispers in your ear and your whole body shudders in arousal.

"now, put you head down and get to work," he snaps, just as his fingers find the swollen nub of your clit.

you bite back a whimper, looking down at the page again while you feel your face burning with heat.

"you know this," he urges, rubbing soft circles with the pads of his fingers. "i showed you this morning, remember?"

"i --"

"ah, ah," he tuts, giving you a soft scolding slap to your cunt with the palm of his hand. "i said, be quiet. we're in a library for god's sake."

you want to glance over at him with a scowl but it's hard to do anything but focus on the way your pussy is throbbing between your legs. you shift your hips forward for more pressure, but he keeps his touch light and fleeting.

"write something down and i'll give you what you want," he whispers and you nod.

motivated soley by the feeling of his skin against yours, you start to write a response on the page, and you can hear him grinning next to your ear.

"see? i knew you listened to me."

as a reward, you feel his fingers hook into the crotch of your underwear, pulling it aside and exposing your wet cunt to the cool air. you lift your head, glancing around for anyone watching before you shift your hips on your seat, giving him more access.

"don't lose focus," he scolds, slapping you again gently -- this time you can hear the wet smack! of your arousal against the palm of his hand and it makes you whimper.

you lower your head back down, partially to hide how flustered you are, but also so you can work on the assignment. you start scribbling a response madly as his fingers brush against your entrance, sliding up to coat your clit with slick as he plays with your pussy.

"that's it," he coos, "be a good girl for daddy and i'll give you another reward."

you can hardly see through your hazy arousal as you word vomit onto the page. writing down every concept and idea that gojo explained to you from memory, growing excited as you hear him hum against your ear in approval -- his fingers pressing softly against your entrance.

"don't forget to stay quiet," he reminds you before slipping two fingers into your pussy.

the stretch makes you choke back a moan. in the quiet of the library, you can hear the way your pussy molds around his digits as he gently pumps them in and out of you.

gojo is breathing hard against your ear, shifting in his seat as he plunges his fingers in to the knuckle. "focus," he reminds you, but his voice is strained.

the faster you write, the faster he moves his fingers and you have to bring your other hand up to muffle yourself as his fingers curl inside of you.

in the silence of the library, gojo's heavy breathing and the squelch of your cunt is loud. you pray to any god that's listening that the group on the other side of the shelves can't hear the way gojo is fucking you with his fingers.

"almost finished?" he asks and you nod quickly.

"yeah," you whisper through a crack in your fingers before muffling yourself again. feeling heat pooling in your gut and your muscles tensing. you're so close -- so close -- and you're not sure if you can stay quiet when you cum.

"hold it," he grunts, not slowing his pace at all. "you can't cum until after you finish the question."

you shake your head in resistance, trying to silently tell him that you can't hold back, but he doesn't stop.

"get to work," he hisses into your ear, and you blindly start writing on the page.

you scrawl over top of words you've already written, merging all your words into one giant scribble as you gasp into your palm. you don't even know what you're writing anymore, just doing your best to appease gojo as you feel your gut tighening.

you can't hold back for much longer, not with the way gojo's thumb is pressing into your clit, so you glance over at him with wide, desperate eyes and he grins.

gojo's arm on the back of your chair wraps around your body, coving the hand you have clamped over your mouth with his own and holding you tight against the firmness of his chest. he fucks you hard with his fingers, filling the space with the soft slap! of the heel of his hand against your clit and the wet sounds of his fingers pushing into you. you moan into your hand, taking quick, sharp breaths from your nostrils as the coil in your stomach snaps and you cum all over gojo's hand.

you body is shaking as you squeeze around his fingers and he's still pumping them into you and rubbing against that sensitive spot on the front wall of your cunt.

"shhh," he reminds you, lips pressed against the shell of your ear but you're lightheaded and trembling so hard you can hardly hear him.

when your body finally relaxes, he first removes his grip on your face, allowing you to drop your hand away from your mouth. you take a slow, shuddering breath -- still trying to stay quiet -- but then you gasp sharply when you feel the drag of his fingers against your cunt as he pulls out.

"i can't read your chicken scratch," he says, releasing you and slouching back in his seat. he nods down at your page as he brings his two, glistening fingers up to his mouth and sucking your arousal off of them.

"shut up," you scold, face still hot from your orgasm, heart racing.

"let's go back to my place," he decides, pulling his fingers out of his mouth with a soft pop! before starting to pack up his things.

"i still have like three questions left," you say, protesting just for the sake of it -- you're already packing your things, too.

"i don't think i can get away with fucking you here," he snorts. "and i'm too worked up to focus on this any more."

you adjust your clothes, covering yourself back with your underwear as you jam all of your belongings into your bag.

"besides, i need to reward you for being such a good girl for me," he says, voice dipping into a low growl. "you were nice and quiet, but i now i wanna hear how loud you can get."

[ragingduststorm]

Love's not a competition

No, I didn't like Rebel Moon. Yes, I still wrote about 20 pages of self-insert fanfiction. I just love Atticus Noble and Kai too much, so yeah. I don't know if I'll ever post the rest, but I loved this threesome scene from the second to last chapter so much. Enjoy!

What happened so far: Y/N used to be a smuggler and in a relationship with Kai, she got imprisoned by the Imperium and both thought the other was dead. Y/N was later "found" by Atticus, he developed an unhealthy obsession with her, it was all really toxic tbh. A lot of stuff happened, now the war is over, the Imperium is no more, Atticus and Y/N live a quiet life with Kai as a frequent visitor.

Word count: ~2,1k

Warning: absolute smut fest, 18+, threesome, oral (male receiving), p in v, polyamory, a bit of voyeurism, a bit of praise Y/N uses she/her pronouns Atticus Noble post redemption arc so he's actually kinda nice (still a bit obsessive though)

Atticus arrived back at the cottage in a good mood. He’d bartered their excess of eggs and mushrooms away successfully and none of the people in the village had given him a dirty look or a mean comment. The first time in the four months he’d lived on this planet. This way of living, stationary, surrounded by nature and community, was still strange to him but it was necessary. It was either this or a cold prison cell on a distant moon. And this way, at least she was here to greet him when he came back.

His mood soured though as he saw the ship that had landed on the landing strip. Kai was back. Of course, Atticus’ luck had run out. He’d wished so hard for the ship to crash, for Kai to be stranded on an icy planet, freezing to death. But then, Y/N would have been sad and grieving. And as much as he didn’t want the other man here, her happiness was more important to him. He braced himself as he entered through the main door, reminding himself that he’d agreed to this. This way, Y/N was his. It didn’t matter that she also belonged to someone else. What he hadn’t been ready for, were the lewd noises emanating from one of the bedrooms. Moans, wet skin slapping against wet skin, the creak of the bed. At least they’d been nice enough not to use the bedroom he’d shared with her most nights. But now he just stood there, in the middle of the living room, unsure of what to do with himself. Should he just go out, take a walk? What if they still weren’t done when he came back? Atticus remembered the hours upon hours they had spent together. And even when he’d been spent, her ravenous appetite had kept them going until he was ready again. His cock throbbed with the memories.

For a second, he thought about spending the night in the barn. But he had no idea how long Kai was planning to stay before flying off into the universe again and Atticus could hardly sleep with the animals for weeks. Well, he could. He imagined it would be similar to being back in the barracks at the academy. But he really didn’t want to. This was his home too, after all. So, he quietly made his way to his bedroom and sat on the bed. His bed, their bed, it was all still very new and complicated to him. And the bad thing was, he could still hear them going at it. From her hoarse screams he could deduce that she’d come at least once and that she wasn’t anywhere close to being done. He knew that he really, really shouldn’t, but he closed his eyes and imagined she was making those noises because of him. She’d only done it last night, so it wasn’t hard to conjure up the image. When she’d sat on his face and come on his tongue. He’d practically begged her to do it. Nothing compared to her taste. And then she’d slid effortlessly onto him, all wet and tight. With some embarrassment he realized he’d been stroking himself through his pants. Yesterday he’d appreciated these loose garments for how easy they were to take off, now he hated them.

Air. That’s what he needed right now. He stood up a little too fast, too eager to escape these sounds and he felt lightheaded. His cock was still hard and throbbing, but he was determined. Until he left the bedroom and saw that the door at the end of the short hall was slightly ajar. Her screams were now muffled. Was she biting into a pillow? Into his flesh? Atticus touched the bruise on his neck she’d left last night, right at the end. Surely, they were so enraptured with each other, they wouldn’t notice if he took a quick peak. But what was he hoping to see? She would be filled by another. Someone who, admittedly, was slightly larger than he was, in more ways than one. Would he break when he saw Kai thrusting into her, his huge arms wrapped around her? Would he even see her under this hunk of a man? Still, he was curious. To see her taken by someone else. Was she different with him? More demure? Submissive? Or was she unapologetically taking what she wanted?

He'd taken a few silent steps toward the door without thinking. She screamed Kai’s name over and over. She must have been close again. Another two steps and he could see the light through the crack. If he focused hard he could make them out, two shapes made into one, Kai thrusting into her from behind, her face buried inside a pillow. Now he could make out Kai’s grunting and see the glistening beats of sweat trailing down his muscled form. Would he be able to hold on a little longer or would he come? Inside or on her back? Atticus thought of his white ropes on her. Her face, her breasts, her ass. All marking her as his. He had to palm himself through the pants because the aching was unbearable. His cock wanted nothing more than to break out and join. To hammer into her. Y/N came screaming Kai’s name. As she did, she looked up from the pillow. Right into Atticus’ eyes. He'd inadvertently made another step towards the door. He froze, unable to think of anything to do as she held his gaze with a smirk. She licked her lips absentmindedly. Kai followed her eyes as he noticed her attention was no longer on him, not completely at least.

Atticus had expected the man to be angry, to shout at him to leave them alone. Instead, he had the biggest, laziest grin on his face as he slowed his pace, now pounding into her slowly, savouring every movement. “You know you’re free to join us, right?”, he was a little out of breath but his voice was calm, like Atticus hadn’t just interrupted them during the most intimate moment imaginable. Kai’s one hand played with her backside, her ass, the spot where he disappeared into her, her asshole. Atticus felt a pang of rage and jealousy. That sweet spot he’d caressed so many times with his tongue felt, more than any other part of her, like his. Kai’s other hand slowly made its way up her body. Along her smooth skin, now slightly wet, kneading her breasts, caressing her face. Atticus realized Kai didn’t try to be possessive, he was inviting him in, showing him all the places on her that were still empty.

“I…I couldn’t, I”, Atticus stammered eloquently. Never before had he felt so much like a fool. He wanted to run, to hide away from the shame he felt. Until she said his name. “Atticus.” It was barely more than a whisper, but the need in her voice drove him crazy. He'd never been able to say no to her when she’d said his name like that. She could have anything she wanted when she said his name and he would forever give her anything he had, anything he was, just so she’d never stop saying it. “Look at that pretty mouth. All empty.” Kai’s voice was an irresistible purr now. As if in a trance, Atticus walked towards the bed, towards their eager, hungry eyes. Y/N’s gaze darted from his eyes down to the obvious bulge in her pants and she licked her lips in anticipation. She was so hungry, so desperate for him, to fill her up. As he stood at the end of the bed, Y/N reached out to cup him. His eyes closed involuntarily. And when he opened them again, she’d taken him out. His cock looked huge in her small hands and it twitched like a wild animal. He gazed along her body toward where the other man was buried inside her. The gap between them was shorter than he’d anticipated. If he’d wanted, he could hunch over and kiss him. But he lost his train of thought as Y/N’s mouth slowly descended onto him and her hand kneaded his balls. “Oh, you’re going to love this.”, Kai said, as he began thrusting into her. Slowly at first, matching the pace she set working on devouring Atticus’ cock.

He was right. Of course, Atticus has had his fingers in her mouth several times when he’d thrust into her. Or his cock in her mouth as she came on his tongue. But this was something different altogether. This was heaven. He could feel her moans reverberating from his tip all through his body. Every one of Kai’s lazy thrusts sent another wave of pleasure along her and into him. Y/N had always been good at taking him, but now it was like she didn’t even want to breathe. Again and again he hit the back of her throat, burying himself in that wetness, her teeth lightly crazing his sensitive skin. She chased him every time he moved back, her tongue greedily licking his shaft whenever he took a short break. He’d thought she’d been ravenous before, but this was something else. Saliva mixed with his own slick coated her throat, her lips, fell down in drops before she could swallow them. After a while, he realized it wasn’t her setting the pace anymore, neither was it Kai. It was Atticus. Every time he thrust back into her mouth, the other man followed. He wasn’t even sure, if Y/N had any breaks between her orgasms or if she only felt one gigantic bout of extasy. “God, you’re so tight, princess. You’re doing so well.” Kai’s words unexpectedly sent Atticus over the edge. He exploded into Y/N’s mouth before he could stop himself. He couldn’t even scream her name, his thoughts were so jumbled. And she swallowed every last drop of him without complaint. The only thing he could see in her glazed eyes was pure bliss. Once he was completely spent, she let him go with a lewd pop that sent shivers down his spine. But instead of letting him go, she caressed the top of his legs, kissing and biting his abdomen.

“I think our little princess is spent.”, Kai said with a small laugh. Y/N didn’t speak. She just hummed in agreement. Kai stopped thrusting and just stayed inside her. “Don’t you want to-“ Atticus was surprised by how exhausted he sounded. His voice almost didn’t feel like his own. “No need. I’m sure I will have ample opportunity to fill her up over the next two weeks.”, Kai said with a wink and Atticus could feel himself blushing slightly. What? Atticus Noble didn’t blush. Slowly, Kai slid out of Y/N, who commented with a mumble that sounded exhausted, but a little disappointed. “I need a shower. She climbed me the second I got off the ship.” He slapped her ass and she winced. He got off the bed with a groan and Atticus hoped he hadn’t noticed how Atticus’ stare had lingered on his still hard cock for a second. “You take care of her for me until I get back.” Kai patted him on the shoulder hard, like they were the best of mates, like they hadn’t just shared the same woman, and left for the bathroom.

Y/N was on her knees and visibly shaking from exhaustion. Atticus went to the bedside table and gave her a glass of water from the carafe that had conveniently been placed there. “Thanks.”, her voice was so hoarse, he could barely understand her. Then he helped tuck her into the bed since she was shivering. But he didn’t join. That was for Kai to do when he came back. Instead, Atticus went to his knees on the side of the bed and stroked her hair. He pressed a soft kiss on her temple and wiped some of the saliva away that was still coating her jaw. The weak smile she gave him made him want to crawl right up in bed with her. Another time. Still shaky, she put a hand on his cheeks. “I love you, Atticus.” “I love you, Y/N.” She had been right. The first time he’d said these words, they hadn’t been true. He had been obsessed with her and the way she had made him feel. But now, after everything they had been together, the war, the pain, he meant it. If this wasn’t love, then he didn’t want whatever the hell it was.

[thewatercolours]

King's Quest Ficlet: "At a Standstill" (Collab with GerbilofTriumph)

Not too long ago, @gerbiloftriumph had a really cool idea for a collab, and we buddied up to brainstorm a story with yet more fun for the goblin and woes for our favourite king (she came up with most of the good stuff. ;-) Once the initial ideas were in place, I turned them into a bullet point story, and she created an illustration which you’ll be able to find on her blog! Go check it out! I'll never stop praising Gerbil's amazing triple threat creative powers to the skies (an incredibly engaging writer, a wonderful visual artist, and magic powers at inspiring creativity in others.) It was great fun working together on this together, my friend! And now, without further ado, the ficlet.

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(Daventry castle) 

Grandpa has a terrible sore throat and a hacking cough. He’s driving the royal physicians up the wall with how poorly he sticks to their advice. They tell him he must be quiet and go easy on his lungs - he must rest his voice. So of course he talks twice as much as normal. 

Valanice shakes her head fondly and suggests Gwendolyn help him pass the time with stories. But just this once, he’ll be the one to listen, not tell. She hands her granddaughter a grand leather tome with a slick blue ribbon and a cover cracking about the edges. It was recently sent as a peace offering from the goblin realm. Naturally, it’s a volume of old fairy tales.

Grandpa settles in as Gwendolyn reads aloud through a handful of familiar ones - “Rapunzel,” “Little Red Riding Hood,” and so on. It is indeed a soothing way to pass the time, and Grandpa soon starts nodding off. Gwendolyn smiles smugly that the scheme to get him to rest quietly is working, and decides to read on just a little further to ensure he’s sound asleep by the time she leaves. 

She turns the page to a fairytale she’s never heard of - “Jorinda and Joringel.” She reads it softly, almost under her breath.

“Once upon a time, two young lovers, Jorinda and Joringel, stumbled upon a castle deep in the forest. What they did not know was that the castle belonged to a witch of fearful power, who did not take kindly to being disturbed. In her fury, she laid curses on each of them. Poor Joringel was enchanted to stand still as a statue. He could only watch as the witch turned his beloved Jorinda into a nightingale and carried her off to a cage in the castle, to be her pet and sing for her. Joringel couldn’t lift a finger to help her until the witch finally tapped him with her wand. With many terrible threats, she warned him to never return. Now -”

“What? Graham interrupts, cracking an eye open. “Tapped him with her wand?”

“Grandpa! Remember what the doctor said. Now, Joringel had heard of a certain beautiful rose that could break spells with a single touch of its petals, so he journeyed far to fetch it from - ”

Grandpa comes wide awake and slams his hands down on the quilt. “SO THAT’S WHAT THEY WERE DOING!” he cries hoarsely. “THEY WERE TRYING TO GET ME TO STAND STILL! The slime - the ropes - it all makes sense now!” He is absolutely gobsmacked, and going back and forth between slapping his forehead in frustration and chuckling. “If only I had known! I thought I knew every old story in the book! Is this an actual fairytale?”

It seems this tale has provided Grandpa with a missing piece, making sense of something that happened to him in his youth, while he and his friends were captives of the goblins. And you can practically see the excitement levels rising in his eyes - if he weren’t old and sick, Gwendolyn has no doubt he’d be jumping off the walls in another two seconds.

He can’t do that, but of course he can tell his granddaughter the whole story. She tells him off, grinning. “Grandpa, that’s exactly the opposite of keeping your voice quiet!”

But when has anyone ever been able to stop an excited Graham? The purple mists of the mirror part, and the memory begins shining over the glass

(Goblin caves)

Young Graham discovers the glowing garden amongst the upper passages of the goblin prison. He is struck by the carefully tended beauty. It seems strange to him that the goblins, so violent and instinct-driven, and clueless to the fact their prisoners are starving, could cultivate something like this garden. But never mind that. He’s got people to save. And look! Roses! Just what the Hobblepots need him to fetch for their recipe! He plucks one, but gets distracted by a noise deeper into the garden. He decides to investigate.

There he sees a group of goblins setting up for their next fairytale, fiddling with hastily stitched costumes and clumsy props. One goblin is trying to get a little clockwork nightingale to work,  but is having some trouble with the mechanism. 

They spot Graham, and go crazy with joy when they see he has a rose in his hand. They shove him into the middle of their staging area and begin acting. One goblin in a tattered but sparkly gown grabs his hand and strolls with him, laying its hand on its heart and sighing exaggeratedly.

Graham has no idea what story this is. He makes some lame, vague guesses, but no good. “Um, okay. So, you’re definitely in love with me. That’s a thing. Am I… the prince in ‘The Little Mermaid?’ Maybe ‘Sleeping Beauty?’ You, because, love? I guess? Um… ‘Three Little Kittens Who Lost Their Mittens?’ No, no.”

 When the witch goblin arrives in its jaunty pointed hat and waves its hands around ‘mystically” and tosses some handfuls of glitter powder,’ all the goblins turn to Graham expectantly, anticipating he’ll go along with freezing into a statue by standing still.But Graham, of course, has no idea what they want. Everyone’s looking at him, clearly needing him to do something. So naturally, he moves - waves his arms, strikes a pose. And they get frustrated with him. They smack him to make him smarten up and get with the program, but of course this communicates nothing to him. A couple try grabbing him, to force him to stand still, but Graham’s already a bit wary of goblins grabbing him, and takes off, full tilt.

He manages to evade them, ducking through the brush and shining mushrooms, and slips out of the garden door when everyone’s safely off searching for him at another end of the garden. He makes his way to the Hobblepots, and triumphantly produces the rose from his cloak. But alas, the rose has already wilted. Who knew it would be so delicate? He’ll need to fetch a fresh one. 

Hoping to avoid the goblins, Graham mentally plans everything else he can do toward saving his friends in the meantime. The next rose can be the last item on his to-do list, and hopefully the goblins will have cleared out from the garden by then.

A few hours later, Graham creeps warily through the door. He scopes out the garden, but all seems clear, besides the little tinkering goblin, still working on the nightingale. But he’s just kind of doing his own thing, and barely seems to notice Graham. So far, so good. Graham nabs a rose and heads out. 

But, surprise - the goblin troupe are coming in the door just as he’s coming out! They’re overjoyed to see him again! Whoops and rejoicing! They confiscate the rose and carry him off on their shoulders to another part of the caves, where they’ve set up a whole scene with clumsy props and a crude castle backdrop. The play begins all over again, with much hand squeezing and kissy sounds. But Graham’s eyes are drawn upward to a weird conglomeration of ropes hanging from the ceiling, full of strange knots and loops. And just a foot away, directly in the path his lover girl is leading him, is something that looks suspiciously like a tripwire.

He makes every attempt to avoid it - “No, no, I insist. You go first, my lady! No, ok. Well then, I’ll just step very carefully over this, um, hunter’s trap…”

The goblin kicks him in the back of the knee. The wire is tripped. Goblins cheer! Ropes descend! Limbs are snagged! Flying lines crisscross and snag and pull his arms and legs tightly in place. If he doesn’t shake free immediately, he won’t be able to move and inch.

With some reckless shimmy, diving, and use of the chopsticks (who knew?) he manages to get free. With every movement, the goblins became more frustrated and frenzied, as they try wildly to trap him again. A wild chase ensues (cue the soundtrack!) at first resembling an obstacle course, as Graham skids limbo-style beneath descending ropes, does an entire double dutch skipping rope routine, and of course there’s a grand finale that resembles nothing so much as trapeze and tightrope walking. 

Graham ends up climbing one of the ropes and finding himself in a little crevice in the ceiling just big enough for him. He unfastens the rope from its stalactite so the goblins can’t follow him up, but immediately regrets it. How is he going to get down now? 

The goblins throw a tantrum and shake their fists, and one stomps Graham’s rose with its stone boot. Once they’ve worn themselves out, they sit down. At first Graham fears they mean to wait him out, but they are distracted by the sound of a gong off in the distance. They dash away. 

Possibly a dinner gong, Graham reflects sadly, thinking about his friends, starving in their cages. The thought puts new resolution into him. He can’t possibly stay up here. He has to get down, and soon, before the prisoners lose even more strength. And, you know, before the goblins think to come back with a ladder or something.

But what on earth is he supposed to do? He’s a fair distance up, and simply jumping would almost certainly mean a broken back or neck. None of the stalactites hang very far down, so sliding down one wouldn’t help lessen the fall enough to matter. Has he got anything in his pockets he can use? He rifles through them, but nothing comes to hand that could be useful.

But slowly, a reckless plan forms in his mind. He only discovered recently that he can fit an entire person in one of his pockets, and that the cloak moves just the same when someone is inside it. Would it be crazy to scoop himself into his pocket, and let the cloak flutter to the ground? After all, fabric lands lightly. But would he? He has no clear grasp of the physics of these pockets, and it’s very possible that this would be just as bad as ordinary free fall. But he hasn’t got a better idea, so he grits his teeth, leaps, and sweeps himself up into the cloak as he falls.

The impact is no worse than when you think there is one more step on the staircase, but it turns out there isn’t, and your foot just lands awkwardly heavily. Graham breathes again, crawls out of his pocket, and sets to planning.

What is he going to do? He needs that rose. He could wait till tomorrow, but every day is so, so precious. He decides to hide near the garden door among some tall rocks. There he can stake the doorway out to be well and truly sure there are no goblins about. 

A couple of minutes in, the garden door creaks open, and the goblins shamble out and head further up the passage. He ducks low to be certain they don’t see him. Once they’re out of sight, Graham gives it a good twenty minutes to be sure they’re not coming back, and stands up - only to hear gasps and shrill gibberish behind him. 

He wheels round to discover that the goblins must have circled round to this chamber by another entrance. They have set up a stakeout only fifteen feet behind him, among the other tall rocks. They were watching for him, but couldn’t see him because he was hunkered down.

He sprints for all he’s worth. They pursue, and this time with a frightening new trick up their sleeves. Goblins with buckets of foul-smelling slime take aim at him. One splash of slime coats his foot, sticking him to the floor and hardening rapidly. He tries to yank his boot free, but it’s stuck as firmly as if the very rock of the ground had grown up round it.  He manages to swivel his foot out of his boot and run for it, running off half-shod, knowing what a disaster it will be if he gets coated in the slime anywhere else on his body.

He ends up running a complete circle, and dashes into the glowing garden, slamming the door behind him and barring it with the sword frying-pan. He has his doubts about how well it will hold, but what else is he supposed to…

He’s not alone.There’s someone else in here. 

Oh no. Of course. The tinkering goblin with the nightingale.

But It hardly pays him any attention. It’s struggling frantically with the mechanism. It’s become more and more agitated because it just can’t get the clockwork going. With a snarl of frustration, it hurls the nightingale against the rockface wall. It smashes to pieces. The horrified goblin throws its hands in the air, and falls to its knees among the springs and screws. Choking back a sob, it grabs for the nightingale’s head and wings, and turns them round and round. It falls silent, then begins blubbering and snuffling, pressing the pieces to its heart. Afraid of alarming the creature, Graham closes the gap between them slowly. The distraught goblin barely seems to notice. By now it’s rocking back and forth, snuffling wetly and cradling the broken toy close.

Graham kneels, and holds out his open hands. 

The goblin stops. It slowly raises its head to look at him. Then it stares back down at the nightingale, and back to him. Graham nods. The goblin swallows back its tears, and with trembling fingers lays the pieces in Graham’s hands.

It’s not actually so difficult to fix. Graham used to like to fiddle with clockwork toys when he was a boy, taking them apart and putting them back together. Or maybe it’s easier with human fingers. Whatever the case, it doesn’t take long for Graham to get it properly working. The little goblin was so close to a breakthrough. 

But it’s a very different kind of clockwork than Graham has seen before - like someone invented clockwork separately and it developed along a different track. And just from the look of it, Graham surmises that this toy was not stolen from the upper world. This is very clever goblin work. And strangely beautiful. How can something crafted by these little kidnapping monsters be beautiful?

He winds it up, and it sings.

He’s surprised by how sweet it is in its own way, and what craftsmanship went into it, and how he hadn’t really given the goblins credit for being able to make something so lovely. And yet, isn’t that what he was thinking about earlier, when he first saw the garden? Their love of stories led them to cultivate a beautiful fairytale garden. To build a theatre full of cheer. To invent a shining full moon underground. To fashion glass slippers and clever spinning wheels and magic tricks just to delight everyone. And as messed up as this whole situation is, there’s something endearing about it. Maybe more than endearing. Maybe it is beautiful.

Graham’s realizing  in a way he hadn’t before how important these tales really are to the goblins. How their love of fairy tales causes a lot of trouble, and man, does he know it. But most of it is harmless, and now and then, just now and then - it’s something really good. This goblin doesn’t want to hurt him. They can’t speak each other’s language, but they got through to each other through this shared moment.

The power of story - of making something fascinating and beautiful just out of what you have available - connection in the strangest of circumstances. Maybe - maybe this approach is something he can use?

Suddenly something lightly taps him. A wand. Held in the fist of one of the goblin crowd. He was so lost in thought he didn’t notice them coming in by the same back way through which they carried him to the “ropes course.” All the goblins cheer as he spins around at the touch of the wand! And now they are more than glad for him to have the rose - one even hands a new rose to him gallantly. 

He walks as slowly as he can out of the garden to take the rose to the Hobblepots, wondering what on earth even happened just now that they were so nice this time. But he’s not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. It’s only a matter of time, of course, before the goblins come up with some new shenanigan to torment him, but for now, he’s got what he came for, and he…

(Daventry Castle)

Grandpa finally loses his voice completely, and has to give up on the last details of the story. Gwendolyn teases him, and they watch the final moments of the story playing out silently in the mirror, as young Graham wanders off into the gloom of the tunnels, rose in hand. 

Gwendolyn reads the last lines of the fairytale aloud. “With the flower to help Joringel, the witch’s magic could not hold. The curse was lifted, and he freed not only Jorinda, but all the other captives the witch held in her power. They made their way far from the darkness of the castle, and stepped gladly back into the light.”

“Good night, Grandpa. I hope you have a nice, quiet rest.”

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Meet Me in The Sunflower fields

(Day 4 to 6)

(A sleep family series)

Summary: out of order snapshots of the hazy days of summer with cherry popsicles and the distant, happy laughter of family. Modern!au

Word count: 2k

warnings: no beta, hinted at family trauma, cursing, cheating ( not between Hypnos&Y/N) Alcohol, NSFWISH, Bad decisions.

Notes: omg i’m sorry y'all. Work has lost its fucking tits but i am here! I will return to fix any mistakes but i hope yall enjoy this enjoy this.

Please mind the warnings~~~~<3<3<3<3<3<3

Love yall! mawh. Xoxoxo

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Vacation

The whole world felt like it was made of brilliant crystals. The shining waves of the ocean, the gleaming white sand were so beautiful that it was nearly blinding. 

The smell of coconuts and sunscreen was in the air as well as the sounds of laughter, noisy seagulls and the nearby town. 

It was paradise. 

Morpheus would rather be anywhere else. Actually, no. He would rather be back home, working with his theater group on the newest play. 

With a sour expression, Morpheus looked up his spot under the large umbrella, his play script in his hands. 

Phobetor was covered from head to toe in sand, with a determined gleam in his freaky yellow eyes as he added more sand to whatever it was building. He sat back, scanned his creations and dumped even more sand on top.

Morpheus’ scowl deepened, and he looked past his baby brother to the twins. 

The twins were playing in the waves, Icelos’ white curls frizzing up in the everblue waters, and was screaming as Phan tossed a bucket of seaweed at her. She immediately tackled him, using her height to shove him under the waves. 

They were all acting like little babies. 

With a deep sigh, Morpheus returned to his script, or tried to anyway. He knew he wasn’t being fair to his siblings but that only seemed to make his bad mood worse. 

It didn’t help that his parents were also acting like teenagers, only worse. They were acting like lovesick ones. 

Morpheus knew if he turned around to look behind him, he would probably see some disgusting sight like Papa whispering in Dad’s ear while Dad giggled like some dumb girl or them cuddled up or gods- kissing for far too long. 

Again.

His parents had seemed to have forgotten they were adults with children and they were being gross right now. 

Sighing, he made himself look back at the page he was trying to read. The words weren’t sticking no matter how many times he read it.

“Lunch time!” Dad singed as he appeared by Morpheus’ side. “Come on all of you, I am not chasing after you!”

“I'm good.” Morpheus grumbled, hunching his shoulders as he tried to keep his eyes on the paper. 

“Are you still studying, baby?” Dad looked over his shoulder as he looked at the script, the wind picking up his long curls.  

“Not a baby.” Morpheus shot back, narrowing his eyes at the page like it would help. “I need to learn this stuff.”

“You need a break.” Dad returned Morpheus’ tone with a sigh. Hypnos sat down next to Morpheus and Hypnos rested his head on his own knee as he got comfortable. 

Giving up, Morpheus copied his dad, not quite realizing he was doing so. The pages fluttered in the wind, the waves so loud it seemed to drown out the gulls along with the twins’ laughter. 

For a long moment, they sat side by side in silence. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Dad eyed him, digging his toes into the sand. Morpheus huffed, slapping a hand on the paper, annoyed at the noise. At himself.

“Is there anything to talk about?”  Morpheus looked at the sea. “I know I’m being moody.”

”You’re twelve.” Dad smiled like that alone was enough of a reason. Morpheus shook his head, his curls flopping everywhere. 

“It just… I worked really hard. I even made Phobetor sit for hours to watch me practice.”

“And you still haven’t paid me!” Phobetor yelled, arms deep in his creation. Morpheus was starting to get worried that his baby brother might become one with the sand at this point. 

“I told you that you have to wait until I get my first movie deal!” 

Morpheus ignored his dad’s laughing and Phobetor’s booing as he flopped down onto his back. He stared up at the striped umbrella.

“Dad, sorry for…” Morpheus gestured vaguely, unable to come up with the right words. 

Dad grabbed his hand, locking their fingers together and gave a squeeze. Morpheus wanted to say he was too old to hold his Dad’s hand but it felt nice. The sounds of the waves were no longer grating and Morpheus let himself breath.

He was on vacation and he just need-

Dad immediately jerked at Morpheus’ hand, “No- don’t you dare!” 

Morpheus frowned, lifting his head up in confusion only to scream when he saw the twins looming above with two large buckets overflowing with water and seaweed. Dad pulled Morpheus into his arms but it was too late.

Both of them immediately got soaked and covered in disgusting weed. There was a moment of panicked silence as the twins realized they also got their dad. 

Hypnos had gotten the worst of it, seaweed covering his face with his clothes soaked. He looked like a drowned creature. Dad slowly peeled away the plant from his face, a  dark scowl growing as he did so. 

Morpheus made a sound of disgust at the wet sound. 

“Oops.” Phan whispered. 

“Dad, we meant to get Morpheus!” Icelos said, unsuccessfully fighting back her laughter. “We’re sorry.”

Dad gave them an ice cold smile, pressing his finger together in a snapping position. “Oh, you will be.” 

The twins frowned in confusion then Hypnos snapped his fingers. Appearing out of nowhere, Papa wrapped his arms around the twins and lifted them both up easily. 

Their panicking screams made Morpheus laugh and he waved them goodbye as they were carried off to the ocean.

Dad chased after them, still removing seaweeds from his body. “I want them to sleep with the fishes!”

”No! No!” But their screams had turned to delight. Phobtor wrestled himself from the sand, falling down on his face once before rushing back up as he tried following them. “Wait, I wanna go too!” 

Morpheus knew he was grinning like an utter loon as he watched but couldn’t seem to stop it. When he saw the papers were ruined, he didn’t exactly feel that bad about it.

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Camera 

Achilles scowled, his fingers fumbling around the lens. “Damn bloody-“

“Do you need help?” Patroclus sounded far too amused, tossing more diving rings for the grandkids to hunt for. Achilles looked up and narrowed his eyes. 

Patroclus was lounging on his inflatable chair, sunglasses on and a beer by his elbow as he tossed out another one to the deep end of the pool. He flashed Achilles a roguish grin, far too handsome for his - or Achilles’- own good. He looked like a king with his little subjects bobbing around him, diving for their the goods their king tossed their way.

“No. I’m perfectly fine. Just trying to get the happiest moments of our lives immortalized. That’s all.” Achilles gestured with the camera.

Patroclus peered over his sunglasses at Achilles, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement and waved to the kids. “Hey, one of you push me closer to your ridiculous grandad.” 

Phan came over first, looking adorable in a pair froggy goggles and tried to push. His little arms moving as hard as he could. “You’re too heavy!” 

Achilles laughed at the false outrage on Patroclus’ expression. He watched for a moment longer as the other kids came along to help then he went back to the camera. 

He stopped listening to the back and forward between Patroclus and their little grandbabies.

He had turned it on, the little light blinking at him mockingly, he knew it was taking photos by the clicking sounds…

Achilles peered through the camera and he reailzed that he was an idoit. Rolling his eyes at himself, he took off the led cover. He grinned when he saw the scene before him in crisp detail. 

Then with lighting quick taps on the button, got the exact moment a surprised Patroclus was tipped over, holding his beer high up to save it as his sunglasses went flying as water went up around them

Their grandchildren’s expressions of mischief and horror just made Achilles grin even more. 

Many more wonderful photos were taken that summer day but Achilles made sure to get that one framed.

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Message in a bottle

(Pre-relationship/It’s complicated, early twenties)

When it happened, you weren’t exactly surprised nor was anyone else who wasn’t living under a rock.

It was painfully oblivious that the way Endymion stared at Selene and the way she looked back that something was going on. You had tried to mention it to Hypnos, who merely ignored you.

Not that it hurt your feelings or anything. Just because you and him made out a few times during high school didn’t mean you and him were friends. 

Or anything like that. Ever.

The Endymion and Hypnos’ breakup had been a long time coming. 

Only you didn’t expect Endymion to publicly break up with Hypnos. On his birthday. For fucks sake, he could had done it literally anywhere else or any other day. You tried not to think about how you remembered when it was Hypnos’ birthday.

As Dolly Parton began pleading to Jolene to not steal her man, her drawl lingering in your ears, you took another glance as you ran the towel down the bar counter. 

Hypnos was sitting alone, an empty cocktail glass in front of him and a few shot glasses. He had stumbled in with a damp tank top and dipping swim shorts and began ordering drinks like the world was ending.

He looked ready to cry. Again.

With an annoyed sigh at yourself, you went to him.

You didn’t utter a word as you began making him another drink, one with considerably less alcohol in it. Hypnos only blinked when you placed it in front of him.

”On the house.” You told him, tossing the rag onto your shoulder, scanning the area. The bar was mostly empty, most people had left, a few lingering over the last call drinks. 

Hypnos let out a rueful chuckle, curling his long, elegant fingers around the glass. He said nothing for a long moment, sipping on the sugary drink. 

You didn’t mind. It allowed you a moment to study him. Hypnos had grown up while you were gone. He had gone from an awkward looking - but adorable- teen to something lovely, otherworldly. Heavy lidded golden eyes and elegant, slender limbs with flowing curls and a gorgeous, killer smile.

Although he hadn’t directed that smile at you for a long time. Endymion was a goddamn idiot far as you were concerned.

“I should have believed you.” Hypnos whispered, stirring the straw around the glass, the ice clinking together. 

“Hypnos-“

“I don’t know if it makes you feel better but I didn’t believe my brothers. Or my sisters. Or Meg. Or Dusa. Zagreus. Hell, now that I am thinking about it I am pretty sure even my mother tried to say something. So many people tried to warn me and it took me finding them in our bed before I acknowledged it. During the fucking pool party. They were fucking during my birthday get-together.” 

You nodded, not saying anything, recognizing that he just needed to speak. 

“Did you know I pleaded for him to just be honest with me? Even all that-'' Hypnos' voice cracked and he took another deep sip, almost to the bottom of the glass.

“I can help burn the mattress.” You offered. 

Hypnos didn’t laugh like you thought he would. He did meet your eyes and you were surprised that he didn’t look as drunk as you thought he would be. 

“Endymion hated you.” Hypnos told you, watching your expression. You lift an eyebrow but you weren’t that surprised. You had caught him glaring at you more than once. 

“Ever since I told him we hooked up in high school.” Hypnos added, licking his lips nervously. Your eyes followed the flash of pink flesh. 

At least you know why now. You resisted the urge to smirk at new knowledge. 

You remembered how soft Hypnos’ mouth felt under yours, the hungry way he kissed back, the soft whimpers he made when you kissed his neck, shivering under you. You wondered if he still responded so sweetly, so earnestly or if experience had trained him out of it. 

Fuck. 

This was a bad idea. For so many reasons. 

You swallowed. You were an adult, not some dumb kid who had a hardon for a guy who hated your guts ever since that damn lemonade stand rivalry. Hypnos shifted, tucking a curl behind his ear, his eyes darting away. 

He looked beautiful. Lonely.

“I get off in twenty minutes.” You told him. 

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Behind Closed Doors - Chapter 4

Pairing: CEO! Jung Wooyoung x Reader

Genre: Slice of Life, Suggestive, Smut

CW: Degrading, teasing, bit of groping.

Word Count: 5366

Summary: Work life is just about to get even more interesting. Just be careful of what you do and where and most importantly who...you just don’t know what might happen.

a/n: Happy birthday to our best boy and my ult bias Jung Wooyoung 🥳

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Pinned between Wooyoung and his desk to the point the hard wood of the furniture digging into your lower back, not that you were taking any notice, your full attention was on the man in front of you, Jung Wooyoung, CEO of Ocean Media, your boss. His lips moulding to yours like they were made specially for you and only you, the mild taste of mint on your tongue as his fights yours for dominance in the heated kiss that had commenced. His large veiny hands wandering over every part of you they could reach, gripping your hips, then your waist, one hand trailing to grope at your breast as you moan into the kiss, wetness pooling at your core with every touch he gave you. 

You were so intoxicated by him you didn’t realise he pulled away from you until your cheek made contact with the hard wood of his desk, his hands lightly trailing their way down your spine before tightly squeezing your ass. 

“Such a pretty slut.” Wooyoung purred loving the way you were reacting to his touch, your small whines and gasps filling his office. Stroking your ass his fingers found their way to the hem of your skirt pulling it up to reveal your bare ass. 

“No panties? It’s like you wanted me to fuck you.”

“Please Mr Jung...Please fuck me.” You beg, you didn’t care how pathetic you sounded, you’d do anything in your power right now just to be filled with his cock. 

“Such a needy whore, you want to be fucked that bad you’re begging for it already.” He chuckled lowly giving your ass a firm slap which made you moan into your hand, the sting arousing you even more. The faint sound of a belt could be heard behind you followed by the sound of Wooyoung lowering his zipper. You attempt to turn your head to look at him but you’re stopped instantly by his hand on the back of your neck holding you in place. You feel him start to tease you with the tip of his cock, gliding it between your folds collecting the arousal that was dripping from you before finally...

“Hey, you good? Class is over and you haven’t budged.” You were ripped from your daydream by your classmate just as it was getting interesting. You looked around to see that majority of the class had already left while the rest stood packing their stuff away as fast as they could. 

“Yeah, sorry I was miles away.” You chuckle shoving your things in your bag heading out from the lecture hall.

It was that time of the week again, time where you had to sit through lectures that went on for hours, lectures you wanted to pay attention to so much but lately you couldn’t. A few weeks ago you never would have thought you’d find yourself staring into space instead of rushing to take as many notes as you could before the lecture ended. A few weeks ago you were the student everyone in their heads wanted to be, acing every test, books full of colourful detailed notes and the work ethic of a workaholic, you were the perfect student. Not any more. Since you started your internship your attention in lectures started to diminish quickly. 

You look down at the notes you attempted to take, you started off strong, your usual note taking format was in full swing but then you noticed how your writing became sloppier and sloppier the further you went down the page until your notes became indecipherable, letters merging together looking more like scribbles than words. Right now you didn’t care but future you will be cursing you out for being so careless. It wasn’t long before your mind had wandered off completely, notes abandoned as you stare off at nothing. The only thing you could find yourself thinking about was your boss Jung Wooyoung, but more specifically the events of yesterday. 

You never expected Wooyoung to act the way he did towards you, the day of your interview you shrugged off, the memory of the club still fresh in both of your minds but yesterday you thought everything would have turned normal, professional even. The more you thought about him you started to feel your skin tingle everywhere he touched you, you thought you could feel his warm breath fanning over your face again as you remembered how he held you close to his chest by your hips the moment you tripped. The more the memory stews in your brain the more you begin to kick yourself for not acting on it, you had ample opportunity, Wooyoung was practically handing you a good fuck on a silver plate and all you did was push it away. As much as you wanted to be bent over his desk you tried your damnedest to control yourself, your future career could be on the line and all because your boss turned you into a horny teenager again.

Your mind left Wooyoung for a moment to recount the conversation you had with Clio when you got home. She was convinced just from the way Wooyoung was with you that you were already sleeping together.  You remember her saying “Well if you’re not gonna sleep with him I’ll sure as hell try my luck.” Knowing Clio if she was in your situation she probably would be able to go through with it without a second thought, but what if you were like Clio for once? You started to daydream about what it would be like to finally give into your desires, to finally have Wooyoung touch you in the way you craved him to, to see what he was hiding away under that expensive tailored suit of his.

Walking into your shared apartment you let out a frustrated groan as you flick through you book of unsuccessful notes. 

“Hey girl what’s up, what’s got you so pissy?” Clio calls in her usual upbeat manner. You throw your notebook down the the coffee table before collapsing onto the couch, face in your hands as you try to work out how the hell you’re going to make it through the semester, never mind the whole damn year. 

“Do you want a coffee, no offence you look like you need one.” You slump back on the the couch, head tilted so you were staring at the ceiling. 

“Coffee would be great right now, thanks.” Skipping into the kitchen Clio quickly whipped you up a large mug of coffee before joining you on the couch. After waiting for you to take your first sip she digs to find out what’s wrong. 

“Now Y/n, what’s up, what happened?”

“Nothing happened, I’m just a little annoyed. I can’t concentrate in class anymore, my notes are practically non-existent, take a look.” You say as you lean forward grabbing your notebook passing it to Clio so she could see how bad it was. 

“Ummm, Y/n, what does this say?” She asks pointing to one of the last words you managed to scribble down. 

“See that’s my point, I don’t even know what that says and I wrote it. How am I gonna get through the semester if I can’t even understand my own notes?” Clio gave you a slightly worried look, she knew what this course meant to you and if you fail there was a good chance you’d lose your internship at your dream job and that was the last thing she wanted for you. 

“When did this all start? What’s got you so distracted you can’t concentrate in class?” You tired to piece together in your head how you were going to explain it to her, you didn’t want to outright say you spent your time in class imagining yourself being bent over your boss’ desk while he rails you into next week. 

“Well I guess since the job interview, I guess it could be stress of trying to make a good impression.” You lied and based on the look Clio gave you she wasn’t buying it. 

“Really? You’re stressed about making a good impression?”

“What else would it be?” You ask quirking an eyebrow at her. 

“Well if you ask me I think it has something to do with that hot boss of yours.” You kept as much of a deadpan face as you could, she was spot on but you couldn’t give in that quickly. 

“And why would you think that?” Clio’s laugh filled the room. 

“You’re not seriously asking that. I saw the two of you yesterday.” 

“Clio you didn’t see anything because nothing happened, nothing is happening.” You argued back. 

“Yet, nothing is happening yet. You two reek of sexual tension, wake up and smell the coffee y/n, he wants you just as much as you want him so why not give in for once and just get it over with, even if it’s a one time thing at least the tension will be gone.” As much as you hated to admit it, Clio was right. You and Wooyoung couldn’t be in the same room together without stealing glances at each other and small touches here and there followed by a forward comment from Wooyoung. 

“Okay and hypothetically if I did want to sleep with Wooyoung I still couldn’t I could risk my job. It’s not very professional for an intern to fuck her boss Clio and even then what if he really doesn’t want to sleep with me and the way he acts is just him being himself, I saw how he interacted with his secretary yesterday, the way he spoke to her and the way she seemed to flirt back, it’s gotta just be the way he is.” She gave you a slightly defeated frown realising you had a point. The cogs turned in her head as she tried to hatch a plan for you. 

“I’ve got it! There’s nothing wrong with a bit of indirect teasing, just small things you know, shit like bending down in front of him and what not. Test the waters, see where you stand with him.” It was a good plan and what made it better was you were working alongside him for the foreseeable future making opportunities plentiful. 

-The Next Day -

You’d gone about your usual morning routine, slowly dragging yourself out of bed to grab your morning coffee. Entering the kitchen you realise how quiet it is, Clio must have left early for class, unlike her but you’re proud of her for making the effort. With Clio on your mind you can’t help but run through the conversation the both of you had the night before as you stand in the kitchen slowly sipping your coffee. “There’s nothing wrong with a bit of indirect teasing.” You smile to yourself thinking over how you could possibly go about doing such a thing without making it look like you’re doing it on purpose.

You were ready to drop the whole idea and opt to go for the usual day at work but that was until you started to sift through your closet. Pulling out a white button up and throwing it on the bed you needed something to pair it with, and there it was, the item of clothing that would help you go through with your plan. You pull out the skirt that caught your eye, a small black pencil skirt, you’d only worn it a handful of times since you’d bought it but now it looks like it was going to be your new favourite item of clothing. 

Looking yourself over in the mirror you felt something was missing. The skirt was doing wonders, coming up a little above the knee and form fitting to show off every curve but it wasn’t enough. You scan over your room looking for what could be the finishing touch, sifting through your closet again to no avail and moving to your drawers. Your eyes lit up when you found a pair of long forgotten lace stockings you’d worn as part of a Halloween costume one year and never wore again. They came up to the thigh, long enough to be hidden by the skirt  so you could pull off the facade of tights. That was it, that was the finishing touch, looking over the outfit you were happy with what you saw, it looked professional but also a tad bit sexy.

Walking into the office no one batted an eye at how you looked which was a good sign, it was discreet. You made a quick stop at your office to grab some supplies before reluctantly heading over to Amber’s desk, you don’t know what it was about her but there was something you didn’t like about her, sure she was nice enough but your instincts told you to watch out. 

“Good morning Y/n.” Amber greeted you with a false smile. 

“Hi Amber, is Mr Jung in his office?” The smug smirk she gave you made your blood boil. 

“Oh you don’t know? I’m sorry Mr Jung got called into a meeting this morning and he’s not due back until after lunch.” If this information was given to you by anyone else you’d have just nodded and gone off to find something else to crack on with until he was back, but it didn’t come from anyone else. The way she spoke to you she sounded like those popular girls at school who thought they were hot shit for being close with the jocks, real pick-me-girl attitude, it seemed she was loving the fact she knew something about Wooyoung that you didn’t. 

“Okay no worries, I’ll go look over my notes until he’s back, thanks Amber.” Your calm and sweet tone of voice made Amber’s act falter for a second, not liking how unaffected you were, her eyes burning into the back of your head as you walked off back to your office. 

The time dragged as you looked over your pages and pages of notes, scribbling more down as ideas and small thoughts came to mind that you thought could be important to bring up later. Glancing at your phone you saw it was close to lunch and honestly you couldn’t wait, your stomach had been growling at you for the best part of an hour. Adding another sticky note to the page you were on your flow was interrupted by a light knock on the door. 

“Come in.” You called out not bothering to look up. 

“Hey girlie, I brought lunch.” Clio sings in her cheery manor. 

“What are you doing here?” You laugh thanking your lucky stars. 

“I just told you I brought lunch, I had some free time so I thought I’d pop over and visit you.” You will never know what heroic acts you did in your past life to deserve a best friend like Clio, she really was something else. 

“Thanks Clio, come on I’ll show you to the break room.” 

Clio looked just like you did on the day of your interview, her eyes like saucers as she looked at every inch of her surroundings. 

“This place is huge.” Clio exclaims taking a seat with you at a small table in the break room. 

“How do you know where you’re going, this place is like a maze.” You can’t help but laugh as you watch her take everything in. 

“I don’t really, for now I only spend time in 3 rooms so as long as I know how to get to them I’m okay for now.” Clio looks at you a little puzzled, she’d gathered 2 out of the 3 rooms you were talking about were your office and the break room. 

“And the third room is?” 

“Mr Jung’s office.” You say nonchalantly taking a bite of the pasta dish Clio brought you. Her mouth hung open in surprise, not moving an inch. The silence became suspicious making you slowly look up at her gawping face. 

“What?” 

“HIS O...” You quickly covered her mouth with your hand to stop her screaming out, you guys weren’t in your apartment you were at work the last thing you needed was her screaming, ESPECIALLY about Wooyoung. 

“Clio shut up!” You hiss slowly bringing your hand away from her. 

“You’re telling me you’ve been to his office since the interview?” She yells quietly, looking over her shoulder to see if anyone was listening in. 

“Yes, he gave me my first project and wanted me to work alongside him for it.” You could see Clio was ready to burst, but luckily for you she was interrupted. 

“Hey, y/n I was just...” Hongjoong stopped mid sentence when his eyes fell on Clio, curiosity filling his eyes. 

“Hi, I’m Hongjoong.” He smiled holding his hand out for Clio to shake. 

“I’m Clio.” You were surprised by how quiet she’d gone, her voice hushed and a light shade of pink covering her cheeks as she shakes the man’s hand. 

“Nice to meet you Clio, so what are you ladies talking about?” Hongjoong asks taking a seat next to you, his eyes never leaving your roommate’s. 

“Oh you know...girl stuff.” You smile shooting Clio a knowing look silently telling her to keep her mouth shut. 

“I swear to god if you’re talking about periods or whatever then I’m leaving, I don’t need to know that stuff.” You can Clio erupt into laughter watch his face contort in disgust. 

“Nothing like that, you’re safe.” 

To your dismay lunch flew by, the hour felt more like 10 minutes. 

“I best be heading off, Mr Jung is due back from his meeting and we need to get this work done.” You sigh going over to wash your food container. 

“I’ll leave you to it then.” Clio announces getting up from her seat and making her way over to you. 

“Have fun with Mr hot stuff.” She giggles placing a light friendly kiss to your cheek. 

“See you later.” You roll your eyes at her choice of words and mentally pray no one heard her. 

“Y/n?” Hongjoong asks walking over to you. 

“Can you tell me more about your friend?” You raise your eyebrow at the man who stands next to you fiddling with his fingers. 

“Well I’ve known Clio since we were kids, we met in school and have been best friends since. We got into the same university and now were roommates.” Hongjoong nods next to you nodding his head taking in what you’re saying. 

“I know this is sudden but by any chance can I have her number?” Your eyes widen turning your full attention to him. 

“You want Clio’s number?”

“I...I just thought she was really pretty, I want to get to know her a little better.” You’ve never seen Hongjoong look so shy, he’s usually so cocky and lively. 

“Give me your phone.” You smile rolling your eyes at him, watching as he quickly fishes it out of his pocket placing it in your hands in a heart beat. You create a contact and punch in Clio’s number for him, locking the phone once you were done. 

“No funny business Mr Kim.” You joke holding the phone away from him. 

“I won’t I promise.” 

You took the short walk back to your office to gather your supplies once again, your cheeks going a little warm knowing now was the time to put the “teasing” to the test. You grimace for a second realising you had to speak to Amber again but 2 seconds wasn’t going to kill you. 

“Hi Amber, is Mr Jung back from his meeting yet?” You got the feeling Amber felt the same way when it came to talking to you as well. 

“Yes, he’s in his office, I’ll let him know you’re coming.” and with that you made your way down the small corridor to his office. 

Stopping at the door you took a deep breath patting down your skirt making sure it was tidy, then something lit up like a lightbulb in your brain. Your eyes trailed downwards to your shirt, a small smirk creeping onto your face as you toyed with the idea. 

“Fuck it.” You whisper to yourself, fingers coming up to undo the top button of your shirt before smoothing it out. It was a small detail, the opening not low enough to really show anything but just low enough that, giving his height, Wooyoung would be able to catch a glimpse of your cleavage. This was so out of character for you but Clio’s words had been ringing in your head all day and you had to agree, what was wrong with a little harmless teasing? 

Knocking on the door you slowly open it stepping into the large office. 

“Good afternoon, how was your meeting?” You ask making slight small talk. 

“A bore as usual all numbers and...” Turning around in his chair Wooyoung lost all trail of thought as his eyes scanned over your figure. Your skin heated up as you felt where his eyes dragged over. Hiding your smirk you stepped towards the desk, bending down slightly to hand him the notebook you’d been working in all morning, your idea working perfectly, giving Wooyoung a small glimpse at what you were hiding. 

“I made some more notes I thought you might want to take a look.” You smile feigning ignorance to what you were doing to him. 

Taking the book he calmly scanned through what you had written, nodding as he went along liking what you’d come up with, his attention breaking away from the writing momentarily, watching from the corner of his eye as you walk over to his side. 

“These are some good ideas, when did you do all of this?”

“I asked Amber if you were in this morning but she said you were in a meeting so I made myself busy looking through what we already did and voilà ideas came to mind.” Smirking at you he slid the book across the desk back to you. 

“You’re not just a pretty face, solid head on your shoulders...Well I knew that anyway.” Playing into his words you shot him a coy smile. 

“Pretty face huh?” Wooyoung got to his feet, standing in front of you his chest pressed to yours, his eyes wandering quickly down to have a quick glimpse of the view once more before looking back to your eyes. 

“So coy all of a sudden, what’s with the sudden attitude change Doll?” Wooyoung purred, his hand coming up to rest on your hip, fingers lightly grazing the side of your ass. You raise your eyebrow at him titling your head. 

“What change in attitude?” He can’t help but scoff at your response. 

“The last few times I’ve made comments like that you’ve dismissed them now you’re all shy. Why’s that?” Almost like it was a test, Wooyoung brings his face down closer to yours like he did the last time you were like this, his breath fanning over your face, but this time you made no effort to push him away. 

“I don’t know what you mean.” Your voice was quiet but not nervous in the slightest, if anything you had a hint of sultriness laced in your tone which made Wooyoung smirk. Stepping back from you and dropping his hand to his side, huffing a laugh through his nose as a smirk grows on his face. He knew what game you were playing, you were playing him at his own game, but now it was time for the tables to turn, it was your turn to wait. 

Moving away from you Wooyoung walked to the front of his desk leaning on it with both hands. 

“What do you say? Should we get to work?” You nod lightly taking a seat at the desk and gathering your supplies trying your hardest to at the very least look like you’re able to concentrate, but in truth all that was on your mind, once again, was the man stood in front of you. 

Once you got down to writing you heard a small huff of frustration come from Wooyoung. Glancing up you could see him looking over his bookcase in search of something which he was clearly having difficulty finding. 

“What are you looking for?”

“That file we had the other day, you know the marketing one, I know it’s here I just can’t see it.” He answers not turning from where he’s looking, crossing an arm over his chest to support the hand he was resting his head on. Your view of him was insane, the way his shirt stretched from the position of his arms, showing almost all the contours of his back and shoulders. Now was your time. You looked over the desk and drawers in search of the file, you knew you’d seen it somewhere just where? It was by chance you looked at the floor under his desk, the file staring you in the face. 

“Found it.” You call out catching his attention making him half turn towards you. Folder in hand you make your way over to him only to conveniently drop the folder. 

“Oops.” You say to yourself innocently before turning to your side and bending at the waist to pick up the file. You could feel his eyes burning into you making sure your movements were slow. You were giving him one hell of a show, your slight cleavage on show, your skirt pulling tightly around the curve of your ass and the hem of your skirt rising up with it only to let the smallest peak of lace show, not that you think he noticed the stockings. 

Wooyoung wanted so badly to turn the tables on you but watching you bend down the way you did, knowing full well you knew what you were doing to him, he became weak, breaking his own plan. Slowly standing up straight you watched as Wooyoung walked over to you, his eyes dark. 

“Here you go.” You say innocently only to have the folder slapped out of your hand sending it flying across the room. You only got a second to watch the way the folder flew before you found yourself caged between Wooyoung and his desk, his face dangerously close, just the way you wanted it. 

“What’re you playing at Doll?” He growled watching you tilt your head which only made him grip the edge of his desk tighter, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. 

“Don’t act innocent with me, you’ve been teasing me since you set foot through that door, the other day you would never have thought twice about doing something like this so I’m going to ask you one last time, why the change in attitude?” You gave in completely, your eyes taking on a sultry look as you stared him in the eye. 

“I’ve been thinking about you.” You whisper, not breaking eye contact for a second. 

“I can’t concentrate in class because all I’m thinking about is you.” A cocky grin was on his face now. 

“Oh really, what were you thinking about?” His hands coming up to your waist to pull you flush against him sending goose bumps all over your body. 

“This, right now, maybe a bit more.” You tease letting his imagination run wild with him. 

“So dirty of you Doll, thinking of your boss like that.” He quips before leaning down to your ear. 

“I could make those daydreams of yours a reality if you want.” His low voice paired with his warm breath fanning your neck made you shiver. 

You turn your head to face him, your noses touching as your eyes look into his full of want. He didn’t need more than that to snap completely. Crashing his lips against yours with such force you felt yourself putting your hands back onto the desk for support. Wooyoung brought his hand up to the back of your neck, pulling your face closer to deepen the kiss making you whimper slightly as you kissed him back with just as much fervour. Wooyoung bit down on your lip pulling it back a bit just to watch it bounce back once he released his grip, his own little bit of teasing. He wasn’t away from you longer than a second, his lips going back to yours, pressing you even more against the desk slight frustration setting in over the desk being in the way. 

He trailed his hands down your sides, taking a quick grab at your ass before settling his hands on the back of your thighs, hoisting you to sit on the desk and slotting himself between your legs making the gap between you both even smaller. He couldn’t get enough of you, he wanted to feel every inch of you all at once, his hands constantly roaming your body while your own occupy themselves in his hair, pulling lightly at the strands while you lose yourself to the battle your tongues are having. 

You start to smile lightly into the kiss when you feel his hands slide up your thighs, knowing he’s about to come into contact with the small surprise you’ve had hidden away from him all day. Wooyoung stops the kiss the second his fingers find the lace of your stockings. Pulling back from you he looks down at your now pushed up skirt exposing your thighs to him and also exposing the top of your stockings. 

“Oh you really are something else aren’t you Doll, how did you know I was a stockings guy?” He chuckles snapping the band of the stocking against your thigh and the hum you let out was like music to his ears. 

“I thought you’d like them, picked them out specially for you.” He groans at your response, his forehead connecting with yours. 

“You’re driving me insane.” He growls again before diving back into your lips letting his hands explore you blindly again. 

Things were starting to get really heated at this point. One of Wooyoung’s hands clasped what it could of your ass while the other trailed it’s way up your thigh painfully slow, tiptoeing his fingers along the inside of your thigh, inching closer and closer to where your body begged to be touched. His finger was about to graze the edge of your panties when a knock on the door could be heard. 

“Mr Jung I...” Wooyoung retreated his hands and lips from you faster than light before turning on his heels to be met with Amber who was stood in the door way wide eyed at what she had just walked in on. 

“Sorry I didn’t realise I was interrupting something.” Amber says bluntly making eye contact with you while Wooyoung rushes over in an attempt to shoo her out. You took the time Wooyoung was with her to straighten yourself out before hopping down from the desk smoothing over your skirt. You knew you should feel embarrassed about being caught in a compromising position with your boss but you couldn’t help the smug smile that you had, you just hoped Amber hated every second of it. You could hear Wooyoung whispering something to Amber as he’s backing her out of his office but you couldn’t quite make out what it was, all you wanted right now was for her to be gone.

“Mr Jung...What...” Wooyoung lightly placed a hand on her shoulder pushing her back out the door keeping his head low. 

“Look Amber, next time you come to my office a bit of heads up next time hmm?” Amber’s eyes flicked between you and Wooyoung trying to process what she’d just seen. 

“What were you...” She stops herself seeing the glare he gives her. 

“Nothing was going on but I’m trusting you here Amber I don’t want you saying anything about this, I don’t want people getting ideas.” Amber nods her head, her eyes going back to you watching as you smooth out your skirt with a shit eating grin on your face. Her blood started to boil at the sight. Turning around to head back to her desk, hearing the door of Wooyoung’s office shutting behind her, Amber pulls out her phone. She wasn’t going to let this slide, not without a fight at least.

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An Akuma transports the Science Kids into a kids show!

*The Science Kids get transported into a very colorful forest where the bees don’t sting you and the snakes have weirdly big eyes. Zoé, Ismael, and Reshma remain human, only with childish clothing and Reshma’s hair is covered by a hood leaving only her pigtails exposed while Jean is a purple rabbit wearing a white belt, Aurore is a blue dog, Cosette is a pink… something in a polka-dotted shirt, and Mireille is a dark blue penguin with a bow in her hair*

Ismael: *Sees he’s wearing overalls* Ugh! What am I wearing?!

Denise: *Now a magenta messenger bag hanging on Zoé’s shoulder* You think that’s bad?! I’m a BAG!

Jean: And I’m a weirdly-colored rabbit wearing a belt. *Pulls an ID out of their quills* And I’m appropriately named Belt.

Marc’s voice: Get me out of here!

*Aurore opens Denise-bag, and out shoots a floating red red with a face*

Cosette: What the- What is that?!

Marc: I got turned into a book! How am I supposed to pick stuff up?!

Mireille: Okay, let’s calm down- And why don’t I have fingers?!

Cosette: You’re a penguin! What the hell even am I?! I’m pink and I have antenna! Am I a wingless butterfly, or something?!

Jean: Wait. Where’s Lacey and Simon?

Lacey: INCOMING! *Lands next to them with a forest green hang glider* That was awesome!

Reshma: Okay, we’ve found Lacey, but what about-

*The hang gliders morphs into a forest green backpack with a face*

Simon: That was awful! I-I was a backpack, and then THAT! It was horrible! We need to get out of here!

Jean: Don’t worry. All Aurore needs to do is find some clues.

Aurore: What?

Jean: Yeah, you’re a blue dog, so you’re good at finding clues.

Aurore: … What show is this again?… N-never mind. Okay, so do I just look around until I see- Oh, there’s a clue on Marc. *Points to a blue paw print on Marc*

Zoé: Right! Books have information. So, Marc, how do we get out of here?

Marc: Well, let’s see. *Turns his pages to a random map* This is strangely convenient. Looks like we have to go down the Rapid River, through the Stench Swamp, and then to Portal Peak where a portal to our real world will be waiting for us. River, Swamp, Peak. River, Swamp, Peak. River- *Cosette slaps him* How long was I out?! I-I was talking and then repeating that!

Ismael: You’ll get over it. And this’ll be easy; it’s just a dumb kid’s show. Now, let’s get moving… Why can I move?

Disembodied Voices: Sing the song!

Simon: What kind of bull-

Disembodied Voices: Sing the song! *Giggling*

Reshma: It sounds like a bunch of kids.

Zoé Oh, it’s one of those cartoons. You know, the ones where kids at home interact with the main characters and make the show longer.

Ismael: Okay, I got that. But, why can’t we move?

Reshma: I think we have to work with the kids in order to keep the plot going.

Jean: Hey, as long as I get to sing, I’m cool with it! Hey, kids! Do you know how the song goes?

Disembodied Voices: Yeah!

Jean: Then let’s sing it together!

*One annoying travel song later*

Jean: We made it to the rapid river! And that song didn’t make things go faster like I had hoped.

Disembodied Voices: Yay!

Marc: *Opens his pages to the map* River, Swamp, Peak! In case you needed a reminder.

Zoé: Denise, do you have anything we can use to get across the river?

Denise: Maybe I do! Let’s see… *The items somehow fly out of them* I have an apple, a spoon, some logs that somehow fit in me, and some boots!

Ismael: Easy. It’s obviously the-

Aurore: Ismael, the kids are supposed to solve this. Otherwise, they don’t learn.

Ismael: … Are you serious?

Aurore: Annoying, I know. I’ve got a little sister. Watch and learn. Hey, kids! Do you know what we can use to build a raft to get across the rapid river? Is it… The apple?

Disembodied Voices: No!

Marc: Could it be the boots?

Disembodied Voicee: No!

Lacey: Perhaps the the spoon?

Disembodied Voices: No!

Cosette: Or maybe, the logs?

Disembodied Voices: Yeah!

Cosette: Very good! Now let’s build the raft.

Ismael: Finally!

Cosette: By counting the logs!

Ismael: What?!

*Each log floats up as Cosette and the disembodied children’s voices count them*

Cosette/Disembodied Voices: One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven… Eight… Nine… Ten!

Cosette: We have ten logs! Just enough to build a raft!

Ismael: Oh, thank God! Finally!

Denise: Now let’s count in Spanish!

Ismael: WHAT?!

Denise/Disembodied Voices: Uno… Dos… Tres… Quattro… Cinco… Seis… Siete… Ocho… Nueve… Diez!

Ismael: Okay, if we’re done teaching kids languages-

Reshma: Now let’s count in Hindi!

Ismael: Or we can go across the river?!

Disembodied Voices: *Crying*

Mireille: Ismael! Without their help, we won’t get out of here.

Ismael: Ugh! Hey, kids, don’t cry! Here’s a fun idea! Let’s sing that same dumb song we just sung over and over!

Disembodied Voices: Yay!

Ismael: Of course, you’d like that.

Jean: Let’s get singing!… Someone help me.

*Later, on the raft*

Jean: I’m never singing that song again.

Lacey: *Gags* Is anyone else getting motion sick?

Aurore: Lacey! You can’t throw up on a preschool show!

Lacey: Don’t you think I know that?! *Unzips Simon*

Simon: What are you doing? What are you doing?! *Lacey throws up in one of his pockets* WHY?!

Marc: Oh, that’s just nasty.

*Suddenly, the raft comes to a stop*

Jean: Look! We’ve made it to the swamp!

Marc: *Opens his pages to the map* River, swamp, peak! I can’t stop doing this no matter how hard I try!

Reshma: *Her pigtails extend and take the appearance of rulers. She dips one in the swamp and pulls it back up with the three-inch mark illuminated* It seems the swamp is too shallow for the raft to go through, and far too odorous to walk through.

Mireille: How will we get across?

Disembodied Voices: The boots!

Ismael: Right. Finally! Denise, help us out.

Denise: … Here’s the thing… I can’t find them.

Disembodied Voices: Uh oh! It was Snatcher the Ladybug!

Simon: Who?

Cosette: Ah, there’s usually some kind of small-time villain in these shows. Apparently, ours is a ladybug who snatches things.

Ismael: How did a tiny bug snatch our boots?

Cosette: I don’t know, Ismael. Why am I a possibly a pink wingless butterfly walking on its hind legs?

Aurore: Hey, kids! Do you know where Snatcher went? Is she under the rock? In the bush? Or in the tree?

Disembodied Voice: In the tree!

*The Science Kids turn to see a ladybug sitting on a tree branch with the boots*

Marc: There she is! In order to get the boots back from Snatcher, we’ll need to teach her shame! Can you say ‘Shame?’

Disembodied Voices: Shame!

Marc: Very good! Shame is a bad feeling caused by when you do something wrong, but not many people feel shame for their own bad actions... So we shame over and over them until they feel something! Repeat after me, ‘Snatcher, enough snatching!’

Disembodied Voices: Snatcher, enough snatching! Snatcher, enough snatching! Snatching, enough snatching!

*Snatcher relents and hands the boots back*

Aurore: We did it!

Ismael: NOW BEAT IT! *Smacks Snatcher away with Marc*

Marc: OW!

Disembodied Voices: *Gasp*

Simon: Ismael! You can’t even show moderate violence on a kids show!

Ismael: I doubt that’ll have an effect on the kids. Plus, that ladybug won’t mess with us. Now let’s get through this swamp.

Disembodied Voices: Sing the song!

Jean: Oh, God… Okay! One more time! Please!

*One traveling song later*

Jean: Can someone give me amnesia? Please?

Denise: Too late for that, Jean. We made it to Portal Peak!

Marc: *Opens his pages to the map* River, swamp, p- *Cosette slaps him* Thank you.

Aurore: *Points to a blue paw print* Hey! I found a clue! And it’s right on this- OH, FU-UDGE! THAT’S A BEAR!

*The bear gets on its hind legs and blocks the way to the portal*

Mireille: And it’s blocking our way out! What are going to do?!

Disembodied Voices: Use your imaginations!

Mireille: I… What? Uh… Okay. I imagine that the bear is gone? *Nothing happens*

Cosette: That’s not gonna work. Our childlike imaginations withered and turned to dust long ago.

Lacey: Well, that settles it! Guys, the kids at home have gotten us this far, but now, it’s time for some good-natured moderate violence.

Marc/Aurore: *Big sibling gasps*

Marc: Lacey!

Aurore: Absolutely not! Violence in any amount is inappropriate for a preschool show!

Lacey: Well, duh! That’s why we have the kids close their eyes.

Ismael: Ah, of course! Hey, kids! We’re gonna play a fun game! Do you wanna play?!

Disembodied Voices: Yeah!

Ismael: Super! Now, let’s all close our eyes until I tell you to open them! And remember, no peeking.

*The screen turns dark as the only sounds that can be heard are screaming, buzzsaws whirring, bones cracking, and more screaming. There’s a slight peak at what’s happening and shows Marc biting the bear’s arm, Cosette and Lacey putting it in a headlock, and Mireille about to attack it with a chainsaw*

Jean: *Unsheathing a sword* HEY! NO PEEKING!

*The screen goes dark again, and even more screams are heard until…*

Denise: Okay! All little niños can open their eyes now!

*The Science Kids stand innocently in front of what remains of the bear and grin*

Ismael: Great job, everyone! I knew you could do it! Now let’s get home we can be as inappropriate as we fucking please!

Disembodied Voices: *Gasp*

Zoé: Ismael, we’re not home yet.

Jean: Fuck it! I’m tired of singing the damn song! I wanna fucking curse like a sailor!

Lacey: Know what? Me too! We kicked this bear’s ass, and now we’re going home!

Disembodied Voice 1: Fuck!

Reshma: Oh, dear.

Cosette: Aw, they’re learning how to curse properly! I’m so proud!

Marc: Nope. Don’t be proud. We messed these children up for life.

Ismael: Hey, Jean and I said no peeking. You guys heard us. They heard us.

[doomed-prophetess]

The dynamic of Callisto, Iklies and Penny (who I like to call Tragic Triad) in JSaBB is just... They're skirting the line between enemy and lover (Callisto on one side, the other two on the opposite side) and there's a sort of “you understand me” thing going on and they yearn and they want all three to be on their side yet none of them can make the move to abandon their side, their cause, their ideals, or in Callisto's case whatever memory or something is holding him back. This is all beautifully tragic and everything but man, wouldn't it be fucking great if they also had a tinge of fucked up “well I can just capture them and keep them captive :)” thing going on...

I know JSaBB canon will go this way with Penny killing Callisto and him lamenting he should've joined their side in his dying breath and all, but y'know what'd be delicious and hilarious? If Penny and Iklies announced Callisto dead but they kept him secretly alive and well, he's captive.

Gotta love how we chose to fixate on different fucked up love interest candidates we love to hate (you with Derrick, me with Callisto). I should probably feel braver to put out my Callisto stuff more.

Being slapped and called a whore wouldn't have fixed Callisto but it might have calmed him down a little. Honestly 11/10 best ending suggestion so far. Callisto can make up for his crimes by becoming the new ruler's boy toy and putting all his homicidial energy into fucking Penelope and Iklies good instead of murder. Penny can finally feel what it's like to be in the position of power in a relationship after having been trapped in a yandere love triangle for almost a decade and Iklies has found a way to vent his childhood resentment, his jealousy over Penelope and desire for revenge into someone.

Iklies and Penelope would feel hella conflicted about their actions towards Callisto for different reasons. Iklies would feel guilty because he is showing compassion to his family's murderer by letting him live in secret while Penelope would feel guilty because she is essentially putting Callisto through something that Derrick wanted to do to her, making her not much different from her own abuser. Publically announcing your enemy's/lover's death while keeping him secretly captive, hmm...sounds like someone took out a page of Derrick's book of relationship advice. After the war the events have changed them so much that Penney would feel bad for having developed a cruel side while Iklies would feel bad for not being able to be cruel enough when it was the opposite problem back then.

It would be fun if they agreed to keep Callisto imprisoned for ~torture~ (they'd keep making excuses like "death would be too merciful for him") but would remain completely unaware of each other's nightly visits of him until one day they run into each other. It'd either end in the worst or best threesome of Callisto's life.

[protokirby]

Had some kind of weird string of almost-nightmares when I kept waking up and going back to sleep.

This is kind of funny but I'm putting a keep reading there anyway

Things they had in common: They were oddly humorous in some places and They all felt like they were real life and that I was awake.

There's something so funny about hearing the roar of a chainsaw come on and off and just think "Why is mom playing with the power tools at 1 in the morning?" with like- fake waking up. In the dream I was asleep and in the dream I woke up to the chainsaw noises. It was only funny with the hindsight that it was just a dream.

In another one of the almost-nightmares I was scrolling through facebook for some reason. I have an actual facebook account I use exclusively for uploading things from my switch but I don't use it for facebook things. So this was pretty unrealistic for an otherwise realistic dream. What was the nightmare part of the dream was unclear. It just had the signature feel of a nightmare (that being an atmosphere that feels a way I can only describe as the sound of thousands of mosquitos coming together in harmony but eerie silence at the same time idk). It was otherwise fine. In the dream while scrolling facebook I saw an image with a bunch of characters from different things were in one image to make some kind of comic(?) with speech bubbles just slapped over the same character images over and over. This exact image of Iris was used

and that grabbed the attention of my broken humor for reasons unknown to me. The most disturbing thing in the dream is that I sent a dm to the facebook person who made the comic in question and their reply was unsettling. I don't remember anything about what it was or what I said to the person.

In another one of the almost-nightmares, I wanted to draw in one of my sketchbooks. But this was some dystopian mess where by some ignorance of the laws of physics, pop-up ads could come play in physical paper sketchbooks. They would take up several whole randomly selected pages at a time and not leave until the ad was over. I think this would be horrifying if it began happening in real life. Some hacker would probably get control of whatever does it and put naughty stuff on every page and refuse to take it down. Most likely as an attempt to express to the people who run it to stop running ads in notebooks. Which. I suppose would definitely be justified. But. I'd be scarred and I also think it wouldn't work. Anyhoo the funny thing in that almost nightmare is that one of the pop-up ads was for some isekai anime with those comically long names they tend to have but the main character looked suspiciously like Carmine pokemon even having an outfit that looked like a magical girl version of the blueberry academy uniform. The pop-up ads in notebooks is certainly a thing that would be scary irl but the most nightmare-like part of the dream that gave me the most bad emotion was that I was taking care of two baby chickens and I needed to feed them and couldn't find anything they would eat and both of them disappeared when I wasn't looking.

Last one I remember. The same facebook person appeared in the dream. Still don't remember anything about them. But mom called me in the dream to say something like "you had an awake fever scream" and I said "Yeah. I think I had something like that". I don't know what that means but I think "awake fever scream" is a good way to describe the awake-feeling almost-nightmares. I mean- I did feel sick before taking a nap and all that so they could be fever dreams or somethin. But something about the wording of "awake fever scream" feels more accurate to these

[themauvesoul]

1, 6, 9 :)

Hi Elisabeth!!

1. what's the fic youre most proud of?

This question is so hard. But. I gotta say. It’s probably a tossup between he kisses me like judas and anabaptism. Like. On the one hand I think I nailed how sad and wet and pathetic cas gets in he kisses me like judas, and frankly the characterization is really good. On the other hand. For a guy who is not a Sam understander. The fact that anabaptism turned out the way it did is, frankly, a minor miracle. And imho the prose slaps.

6. what's the hardest part of the writing process for you?

Titles!!! I fucking HATE those bitches!!!!!!! Every time I finish writing a piece (which is a process already full of agonies), it takes me like 2 days to think of the title because it’s genuinely the worst part of the creative process. Like it has to sound cool AND fit the piece AND act as a sort of summary or teaser for the whole thing??? I’d rather shoot myself with a staple gun. Every time I need a title I bother everyone around me so I can hopefully pawn the work off onto someone else. If I never had to think of a title ever again I would be in the secret second heaven that’s even better than normal heaven.

9. what's your writing process like?

Deranged. Usually I have to start with an outline, but the outline gets scrapped or changed as I write the piece, because then I figure out where the piece is going and how I’m going to guide it to the ending I want. When I’m actually writing, I usually write from beginning to ending, because it’s way easier for me to maintain consistent through-lines in a piece if I’m hitting the story beats in the same order that the reader does. This goes out the window with longer pieces or nonlinear stories, because then I start rearranging scenes like a suburban housewife rearranging her living room furniture. I tend to edit as I go, and I usually don’t move on to the next scene until the scene I’m working on is 100% complete and I’ve edited it to the best of my ability, but I DO frequently go back and rewrite or edit scenes that are already “done.” I write dialogue by writing the stuff in quote marks first and then filling the rest in later, which is great but also kinda weird. I also keep a dumping ground at the bottom of all my drafts, and whenever I cut something I might be able to use later, I paste it down there. This makes my drafts horrifically messy. For instance. The dumping ground for some drafts of John 6:56 is upwards of 10 pages. And that’s JUST one draft of chapter 2. I have. Six drafts. Of chapter 2. That I frankenstiened into a final draft. The dumping ground is probably bigger than the actual fic at this point.

[dr4cking]

Hello lovely - Could plz you do draco smut on the hogwarts express with breeding kink? but they keep going after he finishes 😶‍🌫️🤪

Hogwarts Express.

masterlist taglist

draco malfoy x reader | smut | anon requested.

a/n : hii bby thank you for requesting, this one is wild i admit and was kinda hard to write but i like it nonetheless 😩💞

the 9 3/4 platform are full of wizards and witches coming back from their home, hagrid already waiting and calling them to come inside the train, but he still waited as he saw the blonde haired guy still standing outside.

“malfoy, you gonna miss the train if you keep standing there!” hagrid shouted at him getting impatient by the time.

“a minute hagrid. i’m waiting for my girlfriend!” hagrid rolled his eyes at him taking a seat on the nearest bench while the train already honking at them.

finally, draco spotted his girlfriend running to him with her belongings, he quickly wrapped the girl in his arms.

“hey my love, how’s your summer?” draco asked taking her stuff in his hand helping her as both of them now entering the train.

“it was good i had so much fun with my parents! what about you?”

“it was nice i guess but it would be better if you were there with me..” y/n chuckles at her boyfriend.

“next time i promise, pinky promise!” he laughs as he opened the empty cabin and motioning y/n to go inside.

“why dont we sit with our friends, dray?” y/n asked him in confusion while draco placing her stuff in the trunk.

“i miss you too much to sit with them today, love” draco sits beside her, cupping her face in his hands as he finally gets the taste of her after being separated from summer break, y/n kissed him right back until they broke the kiss.

draco and y/n talked about how their break, random things for hours as the train still on its way to hogwarts, y/n is currently eating her snacks that she bought from the trolley lady but she stops when she watched draco swished his wand and the window covered instantly. she widen her eyes as one of draco’s hands squeezed her thigh under her skirt and rubbing small circles on it, she looks up at him who now held a lustful gaze in his eyes.

“draco.. not here.” y/n warned him but its only made his hand trailed higher, draco gives her a cheeky smirk.

“cant blame me.. you’re too hot to resist and i cant wait until we get to hogwarts i miss you too much..” draco leans into her face biting and licking her earlobe then kissing her jaw making the girl letting out soft whimpers.

“b-but what if someone comes in, draco? its too risky.”

“and thats what it made this more fun, right?” draco chuckles lowly as he took out his wand from his pocket and casted a locking and silencing spell at the door.

“you’re unbelievable” y/n laughs, her hand removing his blazer and unbuttoning his black shirt and draco does the same to her.

“i can tell you that you wanted this too. i bet you’re thinking of me while touching yourself in your room, wishing it was my fingers instead, hmm?” y/n moaned at his dirty words she hated to admit but it was true.

“use your words and answer me.” draco slapped her thighs making her gasped.

“y-yes” she stutters as he starts to rubbing her from her panties.

“yes what?”

“yes draco.. p-please touch me” y/n begged desperately at him getting more aroused at his touch.

“i’m touching you.”

“no.. you know what i mean, dray..” y/n leaned back to her seat and widen her legs for draco making him chuckles deeply.

“you’re just a needy slut, aren’t you?” y/n nodded eagerly at him, running her hands around his bare chest and abs causing him to rolled his eyes back at her simple touch.

“yes i am, please i need you” draco pulled down her panties throwing it to her side, y/n’s breath got stuck in her throat as his thumb made a contact with her clit.

a moan left her lips as he thrusted his fingers into her, she quickly put her hand over her mouth to muffle her moans making draco stop.

“dumb slut, be as loud as you can i’ve casted a muffliato.” draco put her hand off of her mouth and replacing it with his lips instead, he kissed her roughly, their tongue dances together fighting for dominance. draco won of course as y/n moan into the kisses when he inserts his fingers back into her and starts to pumping faster.

y/n’s hand going down to his clothed boner rubbing it causing draco to let out a hiss but he quickly slap her hand away.

“you dont get to touch me. dont be a bad girl or you wont get to cum” draco curls his fingers inside her and thrusting faster hitting her spot making y/n squirmed in her seat.

“draco please i’m so close..” and with that draco pulled out his fingers making y/n whining in frustration.

“not yet little slut” he pulled y/n from her seat and stood her up against the window.

draco quickly unbuckled his belt and and letting his trousers falls onto the floor, he pushed her skirt up to her waist and hooking one of her legs to his waist as he lining his cock up and down her slit.

“beg for it, slut.”

“please dray please please fuck me fill me up with y- ah- yes- oh my god!” y/n screaming out loud instantly as draco gave her no warning and pushed his cock all the way inside of her, he gives her no time to adjust as he starts to rocking his hips against her.

“fuck you’re so tight- wrapping my cock so tight.. such a good girl-” draco pounding into her harder and faster making both of them feeling heavenly. one of his hands squeezing her breast, twirling and pinching her hard nipple making y/n dug her nails deeper on his back.

draco’s thrust getting sloppier as he feels the knot tighten in his stomach, he forced his cock deeper inside her nearly brushing her cervix making y/n screaming louder.

“i’m gonna cum.. please let me cum!” y/n pleaded at him cant hold her high anymore as draco doubled up her pleasure by rubbing her clit with his fingers.

“shit- cum baby, now.” y/n came instantly with loud moan left her lips after he said that, her legs began to shake, her walls clenching and pulsing around him making his cock throbbing inside her.

“thats it- ‘m gonna fill you up baby, stuffing you full with all my hot cum, fucking hell-” draco came to a full stop as he shoots all of his cum into her, spraying his cum inside her filling her up like he promised, he ride out their high.

fuck, he was still hard.

draco made no move to pull out, he captured y/n’s lips back on his as he still rocked in and out of her snapping his hips against her making the girl moaned again.

“im not done yet with you baby, now bend over the seat” y/n obeyed getting into the position, getting all fours, draco gives her a few spanks on her ass making them printed with his hand print.

“safeword?” draco said as he lining his cock back on her cunt, their juices making it slippery and made his tip slipped into her causing y/n to winced.

“no need draco, please just fuck me again.” and with that draco slammed his entire length into her, granting her wishes, profanities left their lips.

“such a greedy girl, only for me”

“yes yes only for you, harder please” draco was surprised that y/n hasnt sensitive yet, he thrusted harder and sped up his pace at inhumanly pace, clapping sounds and moans filling the cabin.

“fuck draco!” y/n couldnt contain her scream anymore she only wanted to screaming his name while she came undone around his cock.

“holyshit- y/n!” draco grabbed her neck pulling her up to his chest as he shoots his cum for the second time inside her, y/n moaned feeling so full. draco lazily ride out their highs and pulling out as he softening. their mixed cums dripped out of her and he quickly pushed it back inside. he reached for her panties and pulling it up.

“keep it there, wanna see you walking around with my cum inside you” y/n blushes madly at his order.

they quickly redressing themselves, their bodies feels so sticky. and to their luck the train has stopped at the same time. they quickly bring their stuff before opening the door.

“merlin it smells like sex in here” theodore nott said as he passed through their cabin.

“thats because we just had sex” draco replied without hesitation making the poor guy scrunched his face in disgust.

“you guys are so gross i dont ever wanna sit there again!”

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tagging : @dracoscum @hellounicorn @onyourgoddamnleft @whoreforgeorgeandfred @turn-to-page-394-please @malfoysbiitch @f4iryluvy @arzfia @slut4dracoo @alexthealexthealex

[rin-itoshi]

kisses . genshin impact (pt. 2)

> summary: places the genshin boys kiss you other than the lips (ft. bennett, chongyun, razor, xiao, xingqiu, zhongli)

> content: fluff , gn!reader , ooc(?idk)

here’s part one!

# BENNETT

where: your palm!

why: this man does not know how to stfu, so when you have to forcefully shush him, your palm is the best spot for his lips to kiss.

“It’s awfully quiet today,” you murmured as you turned on your heels, hearing the whirlwind of a boy coming your way. He nearly tumbled—so close to crashing at your feet but fortunately caught himself before he could hit the ground. He stood up straight, dusting his clothes with a breathy laugh before yelping out a pained, “Ow!”

“What happened?” You ask as you reach out to cup his face, checking his head and skin for any injuries.

The male chuckled with a closed eyed smile, “I got hit by a rock!” His voice echoed within the city, making you slightly cringe when your ears ached. He was quick to go off on a tangent, babbling about some nonsense that made you even more confused than before.

“Bennett,” you call out to grasp his attention. The moment he turned your way, you slapped a hand over his mouth with an amused smile. “I know you’re excited and want to talk, but we should move away from the Knights of Favonius headquarters before Captain Kaeya kills us.”

He kissed your palm gently, eliciting a ticklish sensation in your hand that made you pull away. Before you could do anything about his sneaky kisses, he grabbed your hand and began dragging you away, talking about some adventure team he was putting together.

# CHONGYUN

where: your shoulders!

why: he likes the smoothness of your shoulder when he lays down behind you and can rest easily without being judged.

The bedroom door creaked open to reveal the blue haired male who stood in the doorway with a pensive look on his face. Upon seeing you lying in your shared bed, he exhaled deeply and you could practically see relief wash over is features. “[y/n],” he breathed out as he shuffled into the room, scurrying over the bed to climb onto the silk sheets and lay himself in the spot behind you.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your body into his chest as gently as possible. As hesitant as he was, he was way too tired to be reluctant about holding you even thought you clearly felt the same need for touch as him. “’m so tired.”

After a long day of training, he was exhausted and was in desperate need of your touch in order to replenish the energy he had depleted earlier that day. It was only much better now that you were both living together and were able to cuddle as much as needed after work.

“Welcome home, my love.”

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, doing his absolute best to push away the strong emotions that burned inside of his heart. He refused to flare-up in front of you ever again, but with you unknowingly doing things to stir him up, he was always struggling to keep calm.

Peppering kisses along your shoulders, you felt a shiver run down your spine at the cold sensation of his lips on your skin. It was a blissful feeling, warming up your heart with love despite how cold his body truly was. Too beautiful.

# RAZOR

where: your eyelids!

why: this one may sound weird but he just gets curious when he keeps watch and tends to do it without a thought.

Razor stood tall at the peak of the mountain that you both temporarily resided on. His chin was held high, chest puffed out with a sense of responsibility flowing through his veins at the thought of watching over you while you slept to keep you out of harms way. It wasn’t necessarily a demanding duty but for you, it meant a thousand times more than it usually would have.

The boy approached your sleeping body. You were rested on the ground under his jacket that barely shielded you from the cold weather tonight presented to you both. He gently tugged his jacket further up your body, covering your arm that had been slightly exposed.

You were cute like this, sleeping so peacefully with so much trust in the guy who could barely communicate yet you loved him so much. It was amazing.

Subconsciously, he bent down and placed a chaste kiss on your eyelid. You stirred in your sleep, forcing him to jolt away in surprise before settling when you murmured something sleepily, smiled and then relaxed. Your behavior was new to him and yet, it brought so many different feelings into his heart. Unknowing to you, he smiled genuinely and patted your head gently.

“You rest. I keep watch.”

# XIAO

where: your forehead!

why: he just thinks it is less embarrassing than trying to kiss you on the lips openly + less chances of him getting denied the kiss.

His expression was rather dark as you stood in front of one another. It looked like he was thinking deeply about something but you brushed it off, assuming it was just his way of sulking since you two were about to split for the night.

“I packed you some Almond Tofu, so you can eat some on your way back. I also got you a jacket to wear since it might be a little cold in the evening. I know you don’t sleep and stuff, so I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Your rambling about his well-being wasn’t new to him, which is why he didn’t interrupt you. He watched with the same dark expression that seemed scary but if you looked closely, you would see just how soft those eyes had become after spending so much time with a “mere human” like you.

Grasping you by the back of you head, he pulled you forward and leaned in briskly, kissing your forehead softly before pulling away and turning around. You barely had a second to recover as he adjusted his mask on his face and disappeared from your sight, muttering nothing but a simple, “be careful.”

You smiled at the tingling sensation on you skin, knowing he had only escaped to avoid feeling any type of emotion after kissing you so brazenly. As mean as Xiao seemed, he really was a simpleton with you.

# XINGQIU

where: the back of your hand!

why: do i have to explain?

“Xingqiu, where are we going?” You asked with a tired smile on your lips as you allowed yourself to be dragged along this upward slope with no set destination in mind. The boy simply laughed, pulling you faster until you were nearly tripping over your own feet. By the time you had planned to complain once more, he came to an abrupt stop and you almost bumped into his body if it wasn’t for your quick senses. “Where are we?”

“Take a look, my liege. Quite fascinating, is it not?” He said as he took a seat on the branch perched on the top of the hill, big enough for the two of them to sit on. You plopped beside him, admiring the sun that was beginning to set while Xingqiu opened a book to the page he had left off on.

“My life seems fulfilled when I am sat here with a book in my hands and you by my side. Don’t you agree?” HIs words were sincere, surprisingly void of that mischievous tone he usually had these days.

“I’m not particularly fond of books like you, but I am extremely fond of you. So, yes, I do agree.” You said with a cheesy smile, leaning in his direction. The boy abruptly stood up, and you rose an eyebrow in confusion.

Bending his body slightly, he held out his hand to you until you placed yours on top of his. Once you did so, he pressed his lips to the back of your hand and flashed you an easy smile. “With this, I owe my life to you, my liege. A vow much greater than marriage.”

# ZHONGLI

where: your lips!

why: I legit couldn’t think of a non-lips spot so i gave up. mans just likes the way your lips taste like his favorite wine. two good things.

He admired his cup with bright eyes, absolute taken with the way it tasted on his tongue and hadn’t changed in all these years. It was a beautiful emotion that was a mixture of happiness and nostalgia, plus a bit of romance considering he was here with the one he loved.

“What do you think?” Zhongli asked, eyes full of curiosity as he turned in your direction. You hadn’t said anything all night and he assumed you weren’t enjoying the wine he had presented to you so happily.

On contrary, it was way too good to be wasted, so you chose to drink it slowly in order to savor the beautiful taste that somehow reminded you of Zhongli himself. Maybe it was because he talked about this wine too much.

“It tastes good,” you murmur, leaning into his side to gain a bit of warmth from the male who shared the emotion, leaning into your touch.

You glanced up at him, smiling softly when you already saw his eyes on you. “Stop staring so impolitely. Where are your manners?” You asked jokingly, giggling softly when Zhongli looked down and chuckled.

Leaning in, he cupped your cheek and smashed your lips together. He could taste the Osmanthus wine on you and it nearly made him melt into the kiss that he had long suppressed.

When he pulled away, a small smile settled into his lips, satisfaction in his eyes. “Osmanthus wine tastes the same as I remember.”

a/n: finally, I finished it. im going to bed now uhhdhfjf (idk if i’ll ever do other characters but we’ll see)

[kuroopaisen]

brat || gojou satoru

➵ gojou wants you to pay attention to him. and no, he doesn’t care about how annoying he’s being. 

wc: 2k

warnings: gn!reader, gojou is Annoying, mild spoilers i guess? 

a/n: hi welcome to my gojou brainrot i would like to escape and yet i cannot,,, will i deliver more mindless fanfic? who knows! 

You sigh, turning the page of your book with an exhausted kind of resignation. Had you even comprehended what’s in the last paragraph? Or had you just let your eyes gloss over it, admiring the shape of the letters without actually taking any of them in?

Reading a book isn’t so difficult under normal circumstances; sure, you’ve got your own concentration to wrestle with, but that’s an (occasionally) tameable beast.

The man sprawled on the couch next to you, however, is not.

“Are you done yet?” Gojou hums, sticking his legs straight up in the air.

“I’ll be done sooner if you shut up,” you mumble, starting from the top of the page for what feels like the thirty-second time in the past five minutes.

Gojou’s not handling the boredom well. He’s spent the past five minutes cycling between humming Danse Macabre in an octave too high to be comfortable while swinging his legs in circles and poking your cheek as he crouches next to you on his knees.

“You’re the one who said I could come over,” he chirps, completely unfazed by your words.

“I never said that,” you mumble.

It’s not a lie. Earlier today, Gojou’d asked if you were going out tonight. You’d said no. He’d decided to take that as permission to crash at your place.

Although the onus is at least a little on you; he has a habit of doing things like this. You’ve got to be one step ahead of him if you want to win against him on a petty debate like that.

A head of white hair wriggles its way onto your lap.

“Satoru?”

“Hm?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m bored,” he hums.

That much is obvious. But you know it’s not that simple; he’s bored, yes, but more importantly, he wants your attention. Even your chest flutters at that.

“You’re a grown man,” you smile. “Entertain yourself.”

A well-worn coquettish smile plays on his lips. “I can’t tell if you’re being lewd or not.”

You slap his chest.

“Ow!” He gasps, placing a hand over his heart. “I can’t believe you’d be so cruel to me!”

“Then stop being annoying.”

“I’d like to think I’m ‘charmingly playful’.”

“Do you take constructive criticism?” You tilt your head at him, biting back a smile.

“I would,” he muses, “if I weren’t already perfect.”

“That ego of yours is going to get you into serious trouble one day,” you grin, flicking his forehead gently.

He lets you, grinning back. “Ah, but you see, my dear,” he hums, grabbing your hand before you draw it away and lacing your fingers with his. It’s a bit of an awkward angle, but you don’t mind.

“I’m simply stating the truth.”

“Well, the truth hurts,” you mutter, “so it’s no surprise no-one wants to hear you gassing yourself up.”

Gojou laughs. His hair tickles your inner thighs and you’re almost convinced to give in. But it wouldn’t be good form to feed his ego after chiding him for it.

You’re well-aware his ego’s already gotten him in trouble – many times, in fact. But Gojou seems to have a way of wheedling his way out of anything.

And, of course, you know that his ego doesn’t come from nowhere.

Doesn’t stop it from being annoying, though. The fact it’s at least partially well-founded makes it worse.

You take a deep breath, turning your attention back to this blasted book. Gojou will just have to wait.

“Why are you even reading that brick?” He muses, tapping the bottom of the book’s spine with one long finger. “You look bored out of your mind. And, you’ve been on the same page for the past five minutes.”

“You know,” you tilt your head to the side, a sour look on your face. “‘Adult stuff.’ Upskilling and all that.”

“Ah,” Gojou grins. “Career work.”

“Mhm,” you sigh. “And some of us can’t just learn on the job.”

Although, you ponder, the thought blurred with gentle melancholy, some of us aren’t constantly risking our lives.

Gojou always tells you not to worry; he’s the strongest jujutsu sorcerer there is, after all. But even that’s not enough to lull you into an uneasy sleep, to bring you warmth when your bed is cold.

You’re never truly at ease until you feel him slip into your bed in the early hours of the morning, his arms slinking around your waist and pulling you towards him. It’s like clockwork how he buries his head in your shoulder as every muscle in his body relaxes. He always thinks you’re asleep – and honestly, it’s easier to let him keep believing that.

What you’ve got isn’t exactly a ‘relationship’. At least, not in the most traditional sense of the word. Gojou’s never pretended to offer you that. But it’s not so simple as a ‘friends-with-benefits’ arrangement.

Gojou Satoru doesn’t suit the domestic. But he relishes in it, the same way a child might enjoy playing at high tea with little plastic teacups and cupcakes made of playdough. Some might find this frustrating – the idea of existing in this grey, a dark, nebulous unknown stippled with moments of affection and vulnerability.

But there’s still comfort in it; a sense of understanding, a place to let loose and relax. Being part of this world is hard. It’s so cruel – sending children out to fight things they barely comprehend, letting them suffer and even die. And what do they have to show for it? A future of doing the same thing while also having to navigate just how shit the world of sorcerers truly is?

Why aren’t more of your colleagues angry about this? One counsellor isn’t enough to maintain the wellbeing of these children. Do the higher-ups even care? Well, you know the answer to that question – it’s enough to make you want to throttle each and every one of them—

“Hey.”

You clatter back to earth, met by a pair of electric blue eyes. It’s easy to forget just how striking they are; it’s like they can stare right into your very core, laying out secrets you never even knew you had.

“Hm?” You blink at him. You can’t risk him knowing you’re worried. He doesn’t stand for that sort of thing; he’ll just tease you for being concerned about him. Though, you’re well-aware that he enjoys being doted on.

“You’re spacing out,” he smiles. “Again.”

Sure, he sounds like he’s joking. But even he can’t disguise that little flash in his eyes, the slight tension in his face. It’s the same expression he has when he talks about that new student of his.

Gojou understands you better than you’d like. Every little tell, every tiny hint towards what you’re actually thinking. It’s near impossible to hide anything from him; it’s irritating, really.

But, at least he’s got the decency to leave the direction of the conversation in your hands.

You weigh it for a moment, deciding how exactly to respond. Should you play it off and throw his brattiness back in his face? Or should you pry open that conversation like the doors of an old temple?

Today’s not the day. Neither of you are ready for that.

You stick your tongue out at him. Perhaps it’s not how an adult should behave, but you don’t care. Neither does Gojou.

“I think,” he sighs, plucking the book out of your hands and tossing it across the room, “it’s time you took a break.”

You yelp a moment too late, watching your book slap against the wall and flop to the floor. It’s only a paperback – thank God – but you’re not ready to fix another dent in the wall caused by the force of mayhem known as Gojou Satoru.

“And I have been waiting long enough,” he grins, wrapping his arms around your neck and launching forward.

“Satoru—”

It’s too late. He’s got you pinned beneath him – and not in a sexy way. All six feet and three inches of him is laid flat on top of you, your face smothered by his chest.

You punch his side weakly.

“You’ll have to do better than that,” he laughs.

“Fine,” you try to say. All you get is a mouthful of Gojou’s shirt. You slip your hands up said shirt and tickle his sides.

“Hey, hey, hey—” He splutters, grabbing at your wrists.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” You smirk, continuing your assault.

Gojou whines, propping himself up by his palms and arching his back like a cat in an attempt to shake you off.

“Get back here,” you grin, lifting your torso in response.

His arms are immediately wrapped around you, pinning your own arms to your sides. You yelp in surprise, finding yourself laid gently against the couch with your face pressed against his neck.

“Much better,” Gojou chuckles, still on top of you as he nestles his head into your shoulder.

It’s not the most comfortable position, but that’s rarely a priority when it comes to Gojou. You wouldn’t be surprised if this wasn’t just his way of goading you into relocating to your bed for ease of cuddling (although you have your doubts that it’s the only thing on his mind).

“You want attention that bad, huh?” You chuckle, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck.

“Mhm,” he smirks, bringing his head up to get a proper look at you. “I’m a busy man, you know. I don’t think you’re appreciating my free time enough.”

“And yet, you never seem to leave my damn house,” you muse. “I’m starting to think you don’t actually have a job.”

Gojou laughs, leaning down and kissing you properly.

“That’s not an answer,” you say against his lips.

He ignores you, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You sigh, conceding. His lips are so soft yet so persistent, somehow both desperate and playful. He’s aggravatingly good at this sort of thing – before Gojou, you didn’t really understand what it meant to be a ‘good kisser’. But of course, he manages to excel at this, too. And annoyingly enough, he’d been right to brag about it.  

He brings one hand up to cup your cheek and moves another down to your waist. It’s a surprisingly chaste move for him, but you don’t mind. You tangle your own hands in his hair, resisting the urge to tug it. If you do that, you’ll officially lose any chance of getting more reading done tonight. Although your ability to focus on anything other than him is waning quickly.

When Gojou pulls back, he’s got that look in his eyes. The one that always makes your cheeks flush, makes your heart feel a little lighter. The one that almost makes you say something stupid.

Thank God you always have your wits about you.

“You get five minutes,” you sigh. “And then you’ve got to let me finish the chapter I’m on, okay? Then I’m all yours.”

Gojou’s grin blossoms with delight.

He slots himself beneath your chin and rests his cheek against your chest. A hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You smile, propping your chin on the top of his head and wrapping your arms around him.

Despite all his big talk, his irksome demeanour, even his obnoxious height, Gojou Satoru loves to be held.

You always oblige. He never asks – that’s too close to admitting weakness.

But you understand. He needs this. Sometimes he just wants to be tended to.

Being let in like this is an honour. He’s letting you be part of his life, despite his grand plans. Plans that, when he’d told you them, shifted your whole understanding of him.

Gojou represents change.

You have to have faith in him. You have to believe he’ll make good on his promises and turn the sorcerer world on its head. It’s no easy burden; and despite what he claims, even he falters in the face of something so monumental.

But despite all that, he’s still him. He hasn’t let the weight of his goals crush him; at least, not entirely. He finds the little joys, indulges in mundane delights, sees the humour in things.

Gojou Satoru wants to change the world, but he still lets himself be a part of it.

Perhaps that’s why it’s so easy to love him.

Even if he can’t offer the stability and promise of a stable relationship.

Even if he’s a little brat.

[spencersmagic]

a knife twists at the thought - SR

Prompt: a knife twists at the thought that i should fall short of the mark - Arctic Monkeys

Summary: Spencer is new to this, and the poor boy is terrified

Couple: Fem! Reader x Spencer Reid (i picture season 2/3 Spencer but y’all do you)

Category: angst

Word count: 3086 words

Warnings: general criminal minds stuff, mentions and descriptions of torture, descriptions of loss, HAPPY ENDING!!, my 3am writing, tooth rotting love, uhmm spoilers for Orwell’s 1984 (if anybody hasn’t read it), humiliation, Spencer crying and breaking my heart (lmk if you need anything warned or trigger tagged).

A/N This is very loosely based on 2x15 (VERY LOOSELY). I’m quite proud of this one :)

masterlist // 505 series taglist

*****

They say you never see it coming.

When a tragedy occurs, and someone’s life is turned upside down forever, they never see it coming. It just... hits them. Like an oncoming car ramming into a bystander who was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

No one has time to prepare. In our time-starved lives, there is no place for such a warning.

One day, you just wake up. And they’re not next to you. They’ve disappeared, leaving the stickiest, most unforgettable parts of themselves behind for others to grieve to: the smell of their shampoo in the pillows they used to share, the seconds just as you wake when you still feel like you have them - only to gain full consciousness and realise they left you behind - even the fucking jars, which never seem to be open because he’s just not there to do it.

And you feel your heart breaking all over again as your soul sticks to the parts that couldn’t be erased with the rest of him as he left. Because you needed him, you had him, and now he’s gone. No warning, no letter, no signs which could’ve helped you foresee such a tragedy, because how could he? He didn’t disappear on purpose.

She doesn’t understand why he's so absent. So unequivocally missing. And the person she would turn to to ask these riddled questions isn’t there to answer. Because he’s gone.

But they’re not there yet.

And she feels so close to that feeling - the helplessness, the pain, the empty cups next to her bed because he always carried them to the sink when she was finished with her tea the mornings of those rare days they got to sleep in. Those days when they had time. She can practically touch, with the tip of her fingertips, the waves of pain that would surge over her if he was gone for one more fucking minute.

She has to remind herself, over and over again, like a mantra. He’s not gone yet.

The “yet” at the end of her mantra just breaks her all over again.

She was always the one to tell Spencer “if you worry before something happens, in case it goes wrong, and then it does, you’ve managed to suffer twice through something painful for absolutely no reason”. It usually worked. Needless to say, she felt like a hypocrite right about now.

Because Spencer is gone. And she doesn’t know how to bring him back.

She knows only to watch the monitor, never once blinking, taking in everything that happened in that damned livestream - every word, every sound, every reference. She can only try to hear anything over the whimpers and sobs her love was letting out as he’s tortured by that man. She can only hear the cracks of his knuckles against Spencers soft skin, the same soft skin she had kissed mere hours ago before telling him to “be careful”. Her own way of saying the three little words the couple was too young to hear. She can only see his lips parting, sobs rumbling out of his body as the unsub abuses his frame over and over again - same lips which had kissed her forehead before telling her “i always am”.

Then again, she isn’t sure if its his voice which is filling her head with painful sounds or if her mind is playing tricks on her, memorising the horrifying vibrations coming from his chest for her to ever consider anything else. She hasn’t stopped hearing him since she turned on that damned computer.

She isn’t sure she’ll ever stop hearing it.

**

As a man of great intellect, Spencer always recurred to knowledge to understand difficult occurrences in his life. Burying himself in textbooks, novels, poems, and even music to understand pain, and himself having a life filled with it, he was an incredibly knowledgeable man.

He knew much. But right now, he only knew one thing.

In Orwells’ 1984, as Winston was being tortured (much like Spencer is right now), Orwell described the following:

“Never, for any reason on earth, could you wish for an increase of pain. Of pain you could only wish one thing: that it should stop. Nothing in the world was so bad as physical pain. In the face of pain there are no heroes, no heroes”.

And, as a man who had acquired most of his intellect by immersing himself in trivial content in the face of pain, he found himself doing the same thing as the unsub hurt him over and over again, each blow seemingly more painful than the last. As his skin bruised, a causality of his abusers torment, he analysed the seemingly logical quote.

It must depend on the person, he was sure. In fact, a number of factors must be taken into consideration at this statement. For starters, Winston lives in a society incapable of any human feelings. There is only dominance, and those who attempt, in vain, to challenge it. Surely, if he had felt happiness, like the one you feel when the first day of spring rolls around, or like the one that creeps up on you as you look into the eyes of your loved one, surely, he would understand that some things can outweigh pain.

Love.

If Spencer’s mind could make sense of what he was feeling right now, he would understand, something he would figure of were he to leave this damned place, that he was thankful to the Gods, were there any, for having the unsub kidnap him and not Y/N.

Winston hadn’t understood emotional pain because emotions weren’t dealt with regularly. They were discouraged. That’s why he believed that there are no heroes in the face of pain. Because he doesn’t understand emotional pain.

He knew he was suffering. He also knew that Y/N was at the other side of the blinking camera suffering more than he could ever imagine.

**

They say emotional pain lasts 12 minutes. Anything one feels after this would be the aftermath of the cause of the pain in question. Pure emotional pain, the one you practically feel in your chest, the one that says “i can’t think, feel or be. not until this feeling dissipates”.

She had learned this from Spencer.

And she wished it were true. As she watched that damned monitor, she wished that all the venom the unsub was spewing at Spencer, all the verbal abuse, was long forgotten. She wished he could only feel the physical pain. Because the mind is incredibly stronger than the body - it could keep him awake, alive, for just enough time for the team to rescue him.

The entire team had huddled around the monitor around her. She was painfully aware that other people were seeing this. Which meant it wasn’t her imagination. It wasn’t another one of those damned dreams she would have when she slept a little too far away from Spencer’s touch.

They had only been together for two months, but his touch was all that could get her to fall asleep.

She jolted as the unsub landed another slap on Spencer’s cheek, swiftly grabbing his hair for him to look into the camera. He had a cut above his right cheek, just where she would kiss him in the mornings, and bruises all over his neck, jaw and left eye.

“Say hi to your team!” he mocked Spencer, chuckling darkly as he moved his almost lifeless body around for the team to watch in horror. Spencer let out a heartbreaking sob, feeling so vulnerable.

“Why don’t we make this interesting?” he jumped, as if he had gotten an idea. The unsub reached behind himself to grab a pistol, clicking off the magazine safety to put one bullet in one of the eight slots, leaving the other seven free. He pointed it at Spencer’s temple.

Her entire body shook the thought of seeing Spencer’s lifeless body, held up only by the ropes and that sick man’s grip around his curls. The same curls she grabbed as she kissed his face when she wanted his attention.

“I’m going to ask you some questions...” he said, voice dripping with sickening sweetness as he turned the roulette, “and if i don’t like your answer i’ll pull the trigger! Let God decide what I do with you. Sounds good?”. He wanted to humiliate Spencer.

However, Spencer made the mistake of not answering him. He was quickly reminded as the barrel of the gun pointed right between his eyes, pulling the trigger, a loud bang! sound expanding through the barn.

“I asked you a question!” he suddenly yelled into Spencer’s face.

“Y-yes, Sir” he whimpered, shaking at the ease at which the man pulled the trigger.

“Good, you’re learning”.

**

She experienced it by bits. Hotch’s hoarse voice. “Talk to me Garcia”. “We’ve got coordinates”. Everybody rushing to the SUVs. Tripping over her own feet on the way to the car. Morgan’s voice. The iPad, which still carried Spencer’s whimpers and the man mocking tone.

“I’ve got your diary, Spence” his sing-song voice didn’t match the disgusting man she was looking at. Nothing made sense.

“And I wanna know why...” he drew out the ‘y’ as he looked for something between the worn pages between his hands.

Of course she knew Spencer owned a diary. But she was mature enough to keep her hands to herself and her eyes on her own pages as he wrote on his, eyebrows creasing as he recalled all which he had experienced during the day. His face would twitch slightly at the memories, both good and bad, as he basically described his day word by word.

“...why did you wait until you were 24 to lose your virginity?” he asked in a clear attempt to humiliate and ridicule Spencer in front of his team.

“I-I didn't-” he could barely finish a word before a sob wrecking through his body at the humiliation, chest rumbling and voice wavering. “I didn’t want to lose it before, i w-wasn’t in a hurry” he rushed out. The man brought the pistol to his own chin, tapping it as he thought. “Hmm... I’m satisfied with your answer. Let’s dig deeper, shall we?�� he asked as he went back into the pages.

“ooh! This one is new” that sick bastard was having fun with this, completely unaware that the team was less than 5 minutes away from their location.

“Care to read what you wrote three days ago? Right here” he turned the pages so Spencer could read them, though he was painfully aware of that entry he was talking about. His body shook violently. “P-please. D-don’t ma-make me do t-this” he whimpered, body feeling defeated.

“Wrong answer” the unsub said before pointing a gun at him and pulling the trigger.

A shriek was heard from the iPad. The SUV went silent.

“He’s alive” she whispered, unable to speak up. “He-” she swallowed. “He’s alive. We’re not there, yet” her mantra became a reminder that she hadn’t been quick enough to help him. She had the tools to save him. Every second she had the knowledge to save him and didn’t was another second she remained impotent at the risk of losing the love of her life.

Spencer’s voice spoke from the iPad.

“C-can you at-at leas-st turn off t-the ca-amera?” he said between sobs.

And it hit her.

What hurt him the most wasn’t the memories he had to relieve, but the fact that the rest of the team would have to hear his most intimate thoughts. His deepest secrets.

He could bare the pain. The humiliation? That broke him.

“Aww” the unsub chuckled mockingly, “are you embarrassed?” he said, slouching down to look into his eyes. “Well too fucking bad!” he screamed into his face, spitting with every word he spewed at him. Spencer’s sobs got louder.

“O-okay okay!” Spencer caved, accepting the journal that got shoved into his face.

“Read, pretty boy” the unsub sang. That son of a bitch was having fun.

“We’re two minutes away, Y/N” Hotch said. Maybe it was he sobs, which were barely audible to herself, having accepted them as second nature after all the heartbreak she was experiencing, but Hotch needed her to be okay.

His own heart thumped into his chest, feeling as helpless as he’d ever felt. Seeing a member of his team - someone he was supposed to take care of, someone he was supposed to keep safe - was sobbing as he was physically and emotionally tortured. But he was painfully aware of the feelings Y/N was experiencing. The sheer fear that was running down her veins at the idea of them running out of time.

After a few sobs, Spencer started reading, interrupting himself occasionally with his whimpers:

“It’s been three months. Today, three months, seven hours and forty-six minutes ago, she did what I didn’t have the courage to do. She asked me out. “I’ve been wanting to ask you pretty much since the day i met you” she had said. Those words keep ringing in my head like a beautifully written symphony, intrinsically designed to make me face my deepest fears. Opening my scars one by one, dissecting them and reaching the simple conclusion that i was a coward.

She didn’t say it, but what she meant was “i’ve been waiting for you to do it, but you never did, so i had to”. We wasted time - a time so precious and sacred - because i was a coward.

I’ve never felt like this before. I never understood a love so deep as to move something so stubborn as the human spirit. I’ve read textbook after textbook, and novel after novel, and still I’ve never learned more than with her. But I was a coward. And i wasted her time. I fear that I still am.

A knife twists at the thought that i should fall short of the mark. It’s impossible for me to ever be enough for her”.

Her heart broke at this confession. Even worse at the thought that he wouldn’t’ve told her, instead inhaling fear and exhaling rejection at every breath he took next to her.

“We’re here” she heard Hotch, looking at her. She grabbed a bottle of water and dropped the iPad, not hearing the teams objections at the lack of vest and preparation and ran into the barn.

She isn’t sure if she’ll ever stop hearing his whimpers. As she runs closer, she hears them louder and louder, decorated with sobs and cries, and small, meaningless replies to his abusers’ mocking words.

She kicked the door down, the loud bang booming across the room, only helping in raising Spencer’s sobs as he feared the sound had been the result of a certain trigger being pulled. As she looks at him, she realises just how much pain he’s been put through.

She remembers Orwells words, much like how Spencer had remembered them mere hours ago. And disagrees, wishing over and over, praying to the Gods that she would be the victim of such atrocious abuse. She wished she could take his pain. Morgan joined her at her side mere seconds later, yelling. “FBI! Put the gun down!”.

Spencer used the last bit of energy to lunge forward, hitting the unsubs stomach with his head, successfully getting him on the floor for Morgan to apprehend. Y/N rushed to Spencer’s side, untying him, as his now nonexistent sobs grew louder and louder, not only at the prospect of getting out of that horrible place alive, but also at the knowledge that Y/N had heard what he had so dreadfully recited.

Spencer collapsed into her arms, crying into her in the same way she was crying into him, and she wondered just how to take away all his pain. So they cried into each other, desperately grasping each others hair, skin, clothes, anything that would make them feel like they wouldn’t have to spend another damned second without the company of each other.

Spencer was the first to break the silence.

“I need-” he stopped, coughing. She reached for the bottle of water she had brought with her because she knew he would need it. She always knew what he needed.

He chugged it desperately, stray drops falling down his chin at his eagerness. He took a deep breath trying to steady his lungs.

“I need to get out of here” he choked out.

She grabbed him under the shoulders, careful not to hurt him - not being successful, realising that there wasn’t much of him the man hadn’t hurt. Y/N pulled him out, sitting down on the grass with him. Their legs intertwined, pulling each other impossibly closer. They kissed, over and over again. Not as an act of any sexual relevance, but as a reminder that they had each other in any way, shape or form. That they weren’t out of time.

The team was certain they would stay there, never letting each other go for another minute.

After what felt like seconds in their time-starved little world, she broke the silence, which had only been filled with their own cries and occasional sobs.

“Spence” she grabbed his chin to look into his eyes. They were dull, red and hooded. He was exhausted. “Mhmm?” he let out, looking into hers. She was his solace.

“How could you ever think you were anything but completely and unequivocally enough?” she whispered the words he dreaded.

But as Spencer looked into her eyes he knew, better than he had ever known anything, that he was enough. And she was enough. He realised that which she had known for the past three months (possibly longer). They fit like two marvellous puzzle pieces.

Her hands grabbed his cheeks slowly, as to not hurt or startle him, pulling his forehead into hers. “Baby, I can’t imagine anybody else waking up to me every morning. You’re so much more than enough”, she planted a small kiss on his forehead before resuming her position. “I’ll remind you every day of the rest of my life if that’s what it takes for you to believe it”.

And with their eyes closed, foreheads and noses pressed together and legs tangled between each other, pulling each other close, closer - around grass and voices and his abuser pressed into the hood of a police car, they only felt each other. With their shaky breaths, even shakier voices, fearing any words that would leave them in case they triggered a cascade of tears down their oh so vulnerable cheeks, they were more than enough.

***

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[realcube]

BABYSITTING WITH HIM

characters ♡ oikawa, tendou & sakusa

tw ♡ children, cursing & mentions of arson

TŌRU OIKAWA

♡ he is pretty much a professional babysitter, or so he thought

♡ which is why he accepted when you asked if he could help you take care of your nieces/nephews for the weekend

♡ i mean, he takes care of his nephew all the time so how hard could babysitting possibly be? it was basically a free pass to spend the day with you 

♡ however, he began to regret his decision as he sat on your couch and realised that he wouldn’t be able to get even somewhat intimate with you when there was constantly an annoying little boy clinging to his arm, asking him if he had any games on his phone

♡ “sorry, kid.” oikawa smiled, clenching his jaw to hide the rage but it wasn’t very effective, “i’ve not got any games. maybe you could go play with your toys or something.” 

♡ he let out a sigh, making the mistake of thinking that would be the end of their interaction

♡ “can’t you just download some?” the boy retaliated

♡ you snickered, watching as the energy visibly drained from oikawa, yet he still wore his frighteningly bright grin

♡ “i’ve not got any storage.” 

♡ “then delete some of your apps or photos.” the boy said with a shrug, then proceeded to point at oikawa’s home screen, which happened to be a picture of him and you in front of an ethereal sunset, “start with that one. you both look like dorks.”

♡ you and oikawa’s unified gasps of offence were enough to show the boy that he was able to do exactly what he intended; piss y’all off

♡ hence, with a final mischievous snicker, he dashed off

♡ “i hate kids.” oikawa muttered, inspecting his homescreen to see if he really did look like a ‘dork’, “what is his problem?”

♡ “what if our kids turn out like that?” you joked 

♡ his eyes widened momentarily, turning to look at you with an uncharacteristically sheepish expression, “our w--”

♡ “mr kawa!” a cry could be heard from the kitchen so without hesitation, you both hopped to your feet and rushed over there as quick as you could 

♡ once you both reached the area the yell came from, you were fortunately not greeted by anything gruesome 

♡ instead, you both got to behold two children trying to reach the top shelf with the power on friendship; the taller boy was standing on a chair, while the toddler held it still 

♡ however, his grip on the jar of the Nutella must’ve loosened at some point as it now lay dejectedly on the ground, half spilled across the tiles and the other half drenching the toddler, not that they seemed to mind though 

♡ in fact, it looked like they were having the time of their — albeit, short — life

♡ the container was only plastic, hence you didn’t have to worry about shards when you darted over to the poor, chocolate-covered baby and scooped them up into your arms, “are you guys, okay?!”

♡ “yeah.” the boy chuckled, noticing that holding the toddler was transferring the chocolate onto you too

♡ “if you wanted nutella, you could’ve just asked.” oikawa sighed, helping the boy get down safely from the chair before putting the object back at it’s intended spot at the dinner table 

♡ “you could have gotten seriously hurt! i thought you would know better than to do something like this.” you scolded, becoming even more furious as the baby continued to playfully slap your face with their grimy hands, “please don’t do that again.”

♡ before they boy got the chance to do anything besides murmur a vague apology, oikawa interjected, “they won’t get the chance.”

♡ and he was right

♡ after cleaning everything up (including the child, which took forever), you didn’t let either of the rascals out of your sight until your duties as babysitters were complete 

♡ “i think we handled that pretty well.” oikawa mused, gathering his stuff along with you as you both got ready to leave

♡ “yeah, maybe we should do this again sometime.” you suggested, but it was followed by a few second was complete silence

♡ until you both burst out laughing 

♡ “yeah, never again.” you agreed

♡ “the kids can take care of themselves.” oikawa said with shrug, offering his hand to you, before you both strutted out of the disaster house

♡ ever since then, it was a common inside joke between you to, when in the vicinity of a kid causing mayhem or being a nuisance, whisper to each or exchange a look that says, ‘it’s a great day to not be babysitting.’  

SATORI TENDŌ

♡ at first, you thought that asking tendou for help babysitting would be a bad idea bc he is just as hyperactive as the damn kids sometimes so he’d probably not be the best influence 

♡ and you knew this bc one time you happened to run into him while out in the park with the kids and you asked him to watch them for literally a minute so you could run to the bathroom but when you came back all you almost had a heart attack because tendou was teaching them fkn tricks on the monkey bars 

♡ however, you then realised that if the kids were busy committing arson with uncle tendou, then they wouldn’t be bothering you 

♡ so here you are, playing monopoly with your boyfriend, a seven year-old and a one year-old

♡ well, it was less like monopoly and more like debate class since none of you could agree on the rules

♡ “well, uncle ten,” the older sibling began, in a very matter-of-factly tone, “if i burn your property down, then i  don’t have to pay you for landing on it.”

♡ “but then you also go to jail.” you pointed out

♡ “not if the police don’t catch me.”

♡ you burst out laughing, meanwhile tendou kept his business face on, “good point, but watch this.” tendou spoke as he rolled the dice, though no matter what if he got a number between four and seven, he would end up landing on somebody’s property

♡ he got a four

♡ picking up his piece, he moved it across each square individually and once he was due to land on your property, he knocked his piece over

♡ “whoops, i slipped.” he chuckled, though his friendly aura immediately dropped as he looked you dead in the eye and said, “i’m suing.”

♡ “you can’t sue me because you tripped!” you yelled 

♡ “i guess i just fell for you.” he said, resulting in the kids both making gagging noises before he stuck out his hand, “100 monopoly dollars, please.”

♡ “like i said,” you tried your best to stay strong and not laugh at his shitting pickup line, “i’m not giving you any money, you fell!”

♡ “i guess we’ll have to take this matter to court then.” tendou said, tapping the shoulder of the one year-old who was currently chewing on a 500 bill which you quickly had to confiscate 

♡ “judge, do you think (y/n) owes me 100 monopoly dollars for poor health and safety conduct?”

♡ “yes.”

♡ “that is the only word they know how to say!” you cried, begrudgingly handing over the money 

♡ “thank you, angel.” tendou cooed, adding your singular bill to the pile he had already stored up; the winner of the game had already been decided 

♡ and although you and the seven year-old kid both cried later after getting your asses kicked in monopoly (the one year-old cried too but they were just hungry), you all went out to get food and actually had a pretty good time

♡ it became a routine for tendou to help you babysit whenever he got the chance and y’all would always play table top games

♡ also when tendou got accepted into culinary school, he’d teach/show the kids what dishes he has learned to prepare and let them help by stirring the pot, adding spices etc etc

♡ and even when he moved to Paris, on special occasions, a box of chocolates would suddenly appear at the kids’ door and all the little pieces would be shaped and moulded into some of their favourite characters or made out of their favourite flavours 

♡ and at one point the kids even insisted that you teach them how to make chocolates so they can send some back to uncle tendou <33

♡ they weren’t the best, but when tendou received the misshapen, slightly stale chocolates at his apartment, addressed from you and the children, he cried

KIYOOMI SAKUSA

♡ his first response when you asked if he could help you babysit was ofc ‘ew no 🤢’

♡ needless to say it took a lot mansplain manipulate malewifing to convince him to come over 

♡ but once he did, obviously he was in his full protective gear; there was no way in hell he was going to catch whatever germs the little goblins have

♡ honestly he almost sprayed a chid in the face with hand sanitizer when they came running up to him with open arms, trying to give him a hug 

♡ which was unusual because the kids don’t tend to be overly friendly with new people, but you just brushed it off and figured that sakusa must’ve been an exception

♡ during his time babysitting, sakusa spend most of his energy trying to avoid the children at all costs that it basically became a game of tag, with you helping the child try to reach sakusa, and him hiding

♡ but honestly you couldn’t complain since the whole time the child was playing, they were safe with you rather than playing with fire 

♡ until later you were reminded of their odd fondness for sakusa when they insisted that sakusa carry them to their bedroom when it was their nap time

♡ and as you were shifting through the books, looking for a story to read, it hit you why they seemed to be so familiar with sakusa

♡ it’s because he looked exactly like the prince in one of their favourite story books; same hair, both tall and they even had similar moles to each other

♡ upon noticing this, you immediately showed sakusa and was quite amused

♡ in fact, he found it so cute that he gave both you and the toddler a lil’ kiss on the cheek, as a parting gift — mask off and everything

♡ he ended up reading the story and the kid fell into deep slumber by the time he reached the second page

♡ letting out a sigh of relief, sakusa slumped onto the ground, allowing his own eyes to flutter shut for a moment, “what a day.”

♡ you shuffled over to you could lay down beside him, “indeed it was, prince sakusa.”

♡ “shut up.” he teased, poking your rib slightly before absently intertwining his fingers with your own

♡ next thing you knew, you were both awakened by the sound of a grumpy toddler...