#And I had to do this before going to sleep or else I would have imploded

[coldfanbou]

Kinkcember 29: Stepcest

Mommy Ryujin should really read labels more.

Length 1.8K

Ryujin X Mreader

It was a bit upsetting when your father told you he couldn’t come along to the vacation you had planned for the family. It was a trip to Hawaii you had spent a lot of money on. You didn’t particularly want to spend time with your stepmother. Ryujin was just a little older than you. It was a bit weird for you, but you couldn’t just cancel the trip; there wouldn’t be any refund. So you went on the trip you had planned with Ryujin. It was a bit awkward at first, but after a while, the two of you managed to get along somewhat. You have done some nice activities like scuba diving, paddleboarding, and surfing, and all these activities got you closer to Ryujin. You couldn’t help but look at her body as it got wet whenever she fell into the water. 

It made you horny, but you couldn’t fuck your stepmother. You would need to find someone else to help. While you were prepping to explore the nightlife of the main island, Ryujin came into the room. “Hey, where are you going?”

“I’ll just be waking around. It’s about time we did some of our own things, right?” Ryujin nodded; she hadn’t really planned on doing anything.

“I think I’ll just be here and relax a little. You go have fun. Mommy knows you’ll be fine,” She joked. It irked you, though; she thought of it as a little joke, but it’s something that made you slightly uncomfortable. You grab the room keys and give her a quick nod before leaving quietly. Ryujins sighs as she begins to look through the mini-fridge. The prices of the drinks inside were enough to drive her away. She looked around before noticing a little packet you had left behind. She thought it was a drink mix.

She took the packet. " Long-lasting energy?” Ryujin figured you wouldn’t miss it, so she ripped it open and poured the contents into her water bottle, watching it turn a vivid blue as she shook her bottle. She sipped it; the flavor wasn’t so bad. It was not something she would choose, but it was better than nothing. As she drank it, though, Ryujin felt her body heating up. As she headed to the bathroom, Ryujin’s chest brushed against a wall, sending shockwaves through her body. Stepping inside, she saw her nipples poking through her shirt. Bringing her hand to her chest, she felt the same tingling; she cooed as the wave of pleasure hit her. Her other hand moved under her pants. She was already wet; her body was already craving more than just a simple touch. Ryujin rubbed her slit, moaning softly as she stared at herself in the mirror. Knowing you would be gone for a few hours, she went back to bed, fingering herself to several orgasms. The evening had turned to night, and Ryujin was still going. The long-lasting energy text on the packet made sense to her now. 

When the doorknob started to jiggle, though, she threw a blanket over herself and pretended to be asleep. You stepped through the door more than a little tipsy; instead of heading to your room, you went to Ryujin’s, landing next to her and drifting off to sleep.

She rubbed her slit, struggling to hold back her moans. The sounds of her fingers pumping in and out of her wet cunt were growing louder as she sped up. Ryujin grabbed at her breasts, her body becoming too hot. It was unbearable. She looked over her shoulder, staring at you. Ryujin noticed something, though; she saw that you were hard. She stared at your bulge, her fingers moving along her slit. She whimpered softly, dirty thoughts crossing her mind. She was your stepmother, yet her thoughts drifted to unsavory places. Ryujin reached over to you, her hand hovering above your bulge as she considered crossing the line. She bit her lip, struggling to contain her desires. Ryujin let her hand fall on your bulge, feeling it twitch. Unconsciously, she licked her lips. “Just a taste. That’s all I need.” Ryujin whispered to herself as she silently moved between your legs, tugging at your sweatpants, pulling your underwear along with them. The waistband held you back, but as soon as she had pulled just a little too far, your cock swung toward her, smacking her. 

Ryujin didn’t dare move; her nostril filled with your musk as she took a deep breath. Her head was foggy as she stuck her tongue out. She dragged it along your shaft, moaning softly as she got a taste of you. It was like a drug; now that she had a taste, she wanted more. Coming to the tip, Ryujin couldn’t help but wrap her lips around your cock, beginning to bob her head almost immediately. Ryujin’s moans became louder as she bobbed her head, her tongue swirling around the tip of your cock as she continued to finger herself. She didn’t care that you were her stepson, she was just desperate for a cock. As your stepmom sucked on your cock she could feel her climax approaching. She arched her back, readying herself for the waves of pleasure that were about to wash over her. Ryujin pushed herself down to the base of your cock, making it hit the back of her throat.

You began to stir, groaning as you felt something warm around your cock. As you look down, you see Ryujin gorging herself on it, her drool making your cock slick as she bobbed her head. “R-ryujin,” you groan, unable to move as the pleasure fills your body. 

“Shhh, let Mommy take care of you.” She moaned, running her hand along your shaft. “Mommy just needs a little taste.” She said softly before wrapping her lips around your cock again. She bobbed her head slower now, letting her tongue move along the sides of your cock as she slowly took in more of your cock. You let her keep going. Ryujin was a beautiful woman. How could you resist her when she was giving you a blowjob? The fact she was your stepmother was something you weren’t thinking about in your drunken state.  Ryujin moved up your body, nipping at your neck as she stroked your cock. 

You move your hands to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh and making Ryujin moan. “You such a dirty boy,” she teased. You squeezed her ass again; you had stared at it the past few days when you were with Ryujin. It was nice and full, bouncing whenever she jumped. “I need you to fuck me,” Ryujin whispered, her voice laced with lust. She tugs on your arm as she pulls away from you, setting herself up for you to take her. She gets on all fours, and it’s only now you notice she isn’t wearing any underwear and only has on her white tank top. You got behind Ryujin, watching as she swayed her ass in front of you, “Come on, I need you.”

You slapped Ryujin’s ass, watching her flesh jiggle before delivering another smack. “Mmm, don’t tease me. Fuck mommy already.” Ryujin groaned, raising her ass and arching her back for you. You hold her waist with one hand, using the other to bring your cock in line with her slit. Prodding the entrance, you push the head in, spreading her lips apart. Ryujin moans as she feels your cock stretching her. “You're so big,” she mumbles before your ram your length inside her cunt. Ryujin cries out as your cock pushes her walls apart. Her eyes nearly roll into the back of her head, her body shakes, and she almost cums. You pull out quickly, grabbing her shoulder with your free hand before ramming yourself back inside. Ryujin moans your name as you begin to pound away at her body. The cock that she was craving was finally inside her.

She pushes her hips back and plays with her clit. The pleasure was driving her crazy. Your stepmother begs for more. You give her exactly what she wants, pressing her against the mattress and ramming your cock into her cunt. Ryujin smiles, the pleasure pushing her over the edge. Ryujin cries out as she cums on your cock, her nectar coating your cock before squirting onto the bed. You continue your thrusts, watching her ass and considering using the other hole. You pull out of Ryujin’s pussy, gulping as you move your cock to her other hole. Ryujin can barely think as she feels your cock pressing against her asshole. “Hm? Hold on…” she says weakly as you push your cock into the puckered hole, stretching it. “Ah, w-wait, I’m not ready.” Ryujin groans.

The tight hole painfully squeezes down on your shaft as you push more of your length inside. Ryujin continues to groan, feeling your cock stretch her unused asshole. She feels fuller than ever before. The sensation makes her cum as she feels you thrust the final inches into her. She squirts again, her nectar soaking the mattress. “You’re so tight? Has Dad used this hole before?”

“Never,” Ryujin mumbles, her strength leaving her body, causing her to flop onto the bed. You hold her waist up as you pull out slowly, dragging along her walls. Somehow she has enough energy to reach back and stretch her cheeks, “Fuck my ass, please.” Ryujin had utterly lost it. The feeling of having her ass filled by her stepson was too much. You drive your cock back into Ryujin’s ass. She begs you for more, and with every thrust, it becomes easier to fuck Ryujin. Her walls become slick with her nectar. The pain and pleasure caused by your cock was addictive; you met Ryujin’s cries for more. You stirred her guts as you got closer to your climax. Ryujin felt your cock begin to throb inside her and screamed, “Cum inside Mommy’s ass!” 

“If that’s what you want,” you grunt before burying yourself inside her ass. Your cum floods her guts. Ryujin’s body shakes as she has a mind-shattering orgasm. She collapses onto the bed, eyes in the back of her head. You pull out slowly, coming out of her ass with a pop. Her asshole winks at you as it tries to shut, and your cum leaks out of it slowly, running down her body until it meets the bed. You collapse beside Ryujin, falling asleep almost instantly.

When the sun rose the following day, you woke up to the sight of Ryujin’s back; she was riding you. Ryujin was bouncing on your cock, impaling her ass on it every time. When you grab her waist, she looks over her shoulder, “Good Morning,” She groans. “Why don’t we spend today inside and get to know each other a little more? I’m sure your dad won’t mind.”

[acornsinmypocket]

This is really not just US thing. Almost two years ago when Israel was still dealing with just the extreme-fascist-right taking over the office I worked at was two streets away from one of the most active highway intersections for protests. I went to all the mid-day protests (and got full support from the workplace! The company owner actually closed the office on a couple more active days and made it quietly clear he won't count time off if it happened to co-inside with major protests.) but at some point work just had to be done... So there I sit, modeling some mechanism on my computer as I listen to the world burning outside the window. We'd join groups blocking the road and duck police horses over lunch break then go back to sending emails about the standard length of wood screw. And I honestly thought is would be the most surreal experience of my life, until the fucking war started. And the world finally relented and stopped for a couple weeks... but then it was a month in. People had groceries and diapers they had to buy. Two months. Rents were due and businesses had clients to provide for and people just had to get back to life. At six months the protests were looking almost like they did before. I remember talking to friends about our yearly LARP event in September and if we could -or would- run it. Everyone just said that honestly there's no point worrying about that because honestly if the war would still be going by then we'll have bigger things to worry about. Except 11 months did pass, and we did have bigger things to worry about, but we also had 300 players wanting to know if the event is running. We decided to run it, coordinating with the home front command for their approval and trying to give the nearly 100 kids who grew up in this event a sense that life isn't just war... So there I was late at night when the sirens started. In an open field. Watching as 300 people stopped everything and laid on the ground covering their heads. After ten minutes you're allowed to get up. After 20 minutes most people were done calling their families. it took another 30 minutes for most kids to get back to sleep.... and then we kept on larping, because what the fuck else was there to do beside somehow trying to keep on with life?

Quietly losing my mind over the fact that Elon Musk has straight up orchestrated a coup of our executive branch and like....I don't even know what, if any, system we have in place to fix this. Like... He's just taken control of the money and locked out the actual appointed officials. What the fuck.

[illubean]

Walk Him Like a Dog!

In which Nerdjo is your roommate (eventually boyfriend) who will do anything for you <3

Characters: Satoru Gojo Type: Oneshot, Fem!Reader, can u tell I'm a sucker for College!AU

ignore the unserious ass images idk what to use for this 😭

Warnings: descriptions of reader's appearance (stuff like smooth skin or long lashes, nothing too specific), NSFW Reader discretion is advised (it’s probably skippable)

Gojo doesn't know how he's going to survive having you as a roommate.

He doesn't do all that well when it comes to the social scene. Sure, he's nice and accidentally charismatic, but he's only found few people who will listen to him talk about his hobbies without judgement. That being said though doesn't mean he's anti-social. Quite the opposite actually.

When Gojo posted about the vacancy in his apartment, it was because his previous roommate and best friend transferred schools, leaving him all alone in the space. The snowy haired male could easily afford to live on his own, but he couldn't stand to be completely by himself. Initially, he just expected some random guy would take the room, someone who he could be at least somewhat friends with (because lets be real, he can never and will never replace his moody bestie).

What he didn't expect, though, was a pretty thing like you messaging him to ask about the room. When you met at the campus cafe to chat before you made the final decision to move in, his jaw dropped as you settled in the seat across from him. It was like a scene out of a cheesy romance movie, or even that part in Lego Batman where he sees Barbara for the first time. Your hairstyle suited you perfectly, long lashes batting as he watched how your perfectly glossed lips moved when you spoke. He was so entranced he almost didn't catch what you said.

"Hey! Thanks for meeting up with me. I seriously need to move ASAP, I'm glad I saw your post before anyone else asked about it!"

"Uhm.......wow you're so...I mean yeah, how lucky!"

The poor guy practically had heart eyes while everything around you turned to glitter, emphasizing your features. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Gojo focused on you. It wasn't the first time he's seen you around. Often times you'd pass him on the way to class or around the dining hall, always with a friend. He always knew you were gorgeous but never bothered to approach you, concluding that you were way out of his league. And you were so much prettier up close.

You pretended not to notice his very obvious gawking. If it were any other man, you would've probably cussed him out and walked away by now. But it wasn't a secret that Gojo was cute; he also seemed pretty sweet in comparison to the douchey guys who approached you most of the time. You spent 15-20 minutes chatting with him before you had to run to your next class. He was happy things went well and you decided to take him up on his offer, arranging to move all of your stuff into his apartment the upcoming weekend.

About a month or so after you settled into your new living arrangement, Gojo was able to see sides of you no one but your closest friends know about. He got to learn more about your hobbies and little habits, like how on occasion you partake in what you call "floor time". He even got to watch how you stumbled out of your room and padded your way to the kitchen in the morning, sporting an atrocious bedhead and your cartoon pj pants. Even with eye crusties and sleep lines on your face, he still thought you were adorable.

The more time that passed by, Gojo fell harder and harder for you. He never planned to tell you about his feelings though; just seeing you go about your life in the shared space and having you around was enough. He couldn't risk the good thing he had going over a silly not so little crush.

Aside from being in love with you, living together and having you as a roommate was very pleasant. You made sure to keep things clean and never shied away from spending quality roommate time with Gojo. You also made it so that Gojo himself took better care of the space and his well being. All just by being there.

You guys grew to become pretty close friends. He would walk you to your classes whenever he had the chance, you would sit with him while he studies or plays his games and the two of you even had weekly movie and or TV show binge nights. Gojo always chose some nerdy superhero or fantasy movie with the occasional anime series, but you never really minded. During his free time, your tall companion rarely left the apartment. And if he did, it was usually just to accompany you. And you quickly realized that he rarely ever said no to you. Any time you asked him to drive you to the grocery store, hold your bag while you were out or even just simple things like helping you open a pickle jar he always did so with enthusiasm. He has never once complained about any of the tasks you ask of him, even if it was something ridiculous like rearranging the layout of your room ten times just to put everything back to the way it was before. He was always happy to help. After realizing how good he treats you, you quickly started falling for the man yourself. He really was a sweet boy, ever so helpful and kind and not to mention the cutest thing ever. You never missed the way his cheeks would dust a rosy shade whenever you were too close, or how he fidgets with his clothes when he’s feeling nervous. Even the light and passion in his eyes whenever he would geek out about the marvel franchise or whatever video game he was currently into was adorable. It was obvious there was mutual attraction between the two of you, but in order to have some fun you decided to see how far you could push his limits before everything would come out into the open.

You started by asking him for his opinion on small things, like what color shirt he liked better on you or if you should wear blue or black jeans. Then from there, it went to asking him about things on your computer (which you may or may not already know how to do). This would force him to either lean next to or above you while you sat in your desk chair, watching your screen and taking your mouse from you to fix whatever needed fixing. Then, you started asking for more risqué things, like helping you zip up the back of a dress or bringing you a towel that you so coincidentally forgot. You were always sure to thank him genuinely, which escalated from words, to hugs then to pecks on the cheek.

Every time you physically expressed your gratitude, Gojo would freeze up momentarily before offering a quiet “no problem” and retreating to whatever it was he was doing before. On one of your TV nights, you decided to amp things up a bit. Typically, the two of you sat a normal distance away from each other, but as the movie went on you would scootch closer and closer to him. The TV was currently playing whichever part of the Starwars trilogy; Gojo’s pick of course.

“Hey Toru, can you do me a favor?”

He glanced over at you, momentarily turning his attention away from the film to answer you with a smile.

“Yeah, whats up?”

“I’m kind of cold. Can we cuddle?”

His body stiffened as he turned a complete 90 degrees to face you, shoulders tense while he stammered out his response.

“ARE YOU SURE!? I mean- ahem…we can…if you want.”

You giggled at his response before sliding even closer to him, gently pushing him to lay against the armrest of the couch and settling atop him. You could hear his heartbeat quicken while his hands froze in the air for a moment, before awkwardly resting against your back.

“Why’re you so tense? I don’t bite.”

“Right.”

He let out a shaky breath before trying to relax into the couch, lanky limbs entangled with your own. Without tearing your eyes away from the TV screen, you readjusted yourself as well as Gojo, leading his arms to rest around your waist instead of awkwardly against your shoulder blades. You tucked your own arms around and underneath his midsection while you laid comfortably against his broad chest. For someone who didn’t go outside much, he was well built. You weren’t too interested in the movie choice for tonight, but pretended to be for Gojo’s sake. Allas, your attempts were futile as halfway through you ended up falling asleep, lulled by the soft badump badump badump of his hearbeat.

(nsfw below)

After that night, Gojo avoided you like the plague. You were beginning to worry that you may have pushed his boundaries too far. Maybe you read him wrong and he wasn’t interested in you the way you thought. But in reality, that couldn’t be any farther from the case. After getting to cuddle with who Gojo swears is the most beautiful woman on the planet, he couldn’t think about anything else. You were on his mind constantly, often invading his dreams at night and he was too embarrassed to face you. Especially when those dreams became…not so wholesome. He felt bad about thinking of you in this way, he really did. But he just couldn’t help himself. Especially when the weather was shifting and getting warmer. Now, you often opted to sleep in tiny tank tops or shorts, 99% of the time without a bra. This left little to the imagination.

In the late hours of the night, Satoru would pathetically stroke his cock to the thought of you; his pretty little roommate sleeping in the next room. A small part of him thinks you know what you do to him, but the greater portion chalks it all up to you just being friendly, and he was just some disgusting pervert. Satoru whimpers, feeling unimaginably guilty but he just can’t stop. Every night since you watched Starwars together, he would retreat to his room and rub his sad, weeping dick raw to the thought of you. Tonight, his fantasies were running particularly wild. He imagined it were your hand working him instead of his own, imagining the way you would plant kisses against him and tell him how good he’s doing. With a needy whine, Satoru erupted all over his hand and lower abdomen, panting as he leaned against the headboard of his bed.

His body relaxed while he came down from his high, only to tense up again at the sound of his door being slammed open.

“Toru, are you okay!? I heard a-“

You stopped in your tracks as the both of you stared at each other, wide eyed. Satoru was frozen in horror as your eyes trailed down from his own, settling on the pretty length between his legs as it began to stiffen back up again. The initial shock on your face wore off and turned into a sly smirk, causing Satoru to stutter out some lame excuse while he felt heat creep up his neck and engulf his face.

“I’m sorry- it’s not what it looks like!”

Ignoring his embarrassed rambling, you made your way into the room and settled on the bed next to him. Your thigh was pressed flush against his own as you leaned closer to his ear, hand gently grasping his shaft. You felt it twitch beneath your touch, smiling while you whisper into his ear.

“Aww, is this why you’ve been so awkward around me? Y’know, all you had to do was ask.”

Satoru shivered, feeling the way your breath fanned against his face, lips moving to press fluttering kisses against his neck. Pathetic mewls spilled from his lips, feeling jolts of pleasure course through his body at the feeling of your soft hand slowly caressing the angry, pink tip of his cock.

Was this really happening?

His half lidded eyes watched your hand leisurely move up and down as his mind turned to mush. He was broken out of his trance by the feeling of your other hand coming up to grip the back of his neck, turning him to face you before swallowing every noise that came from him. Your lips felt so good against his, so soft.

This was better than anything he could’ve ever imagined. From the minute you barged into his room, Satoru was completely engulfed in you. Engulfed in your presence, your stare, and now your touch. The sweet scent of your body wash was comforting as he listened to himself moan against your lips. Taking advantage of this, you pushed your tongue into his mouth, tangling it with his own. Everything felt hot. Everything from the burning of his ears, to the warmth where your skin touched his, and now, the fire within his abdomen running its course to his second orgasm of the night. Satoru’s hips bucked up into your gentle fist, stuttering as ropes of white hot cum shot from his shaft. This time around, it landed higher onto his tummy than it did before, a broken and muffled “mnffhh” buzzing against your lips. Pulling away from the kiss, you didn’t miss how his lips seemed to chase yours nor the tears that pricked the corners of his eyes.

Letting go of his softening length, your finger swiped up some of the cooling cum off of his sticky tip and brought it to your lips for a taste. Satoru watched you with his ocean colored eyes, glazed over with more than just lust. Your other hand caressed soothing circles at the nape of his neck, fingers threaded through his undercut.

“Toru baby, can you do another favor for me?”

Feeling weak in his post nut haze, all he can muster is a small nod as his swollen lips quivered.

“Only let me see you like this. No one else.”

The next morning, Gojo was almost convinced everything that happened was all a dream. He woke up alone in his bed, the only proof that you could’ve been there was that he was cleaned up and tucked under his covers. Groggily, he swung his legs over the side of his way and dragged himself to the kitchen. The smell of miso soup wafted towards him and he saw you stood in front of the stove.

“G’morning Toru,” you greeted softly, smiling over your shoulder. “Breakfast should be done soon. Come, taste this for me.”

The male blinked a couple of times, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. How could you be so normal right now? Ignoring his inner thoughts, he’s quick to obey you as you spoon fed him some of the soup.

‘S’good,” he says, yawning and making his way to sit at the table. If you were going to play it cool and pretend things didn’t happen last night, then so would he.

After breakfast the two of you went about your days like you normally would. No matter how much Gojo told himself he was fine with not talking about last night, it was eating him alive as time passed by. It wasn’t until the two of you were getting ready for bed that his resolve snapped. He slowly peeked his head into your room, spotting you doing your skincare routine at your vanity.

“You need something?” you asked, offhandedly, seeing him in the reflection of the mirror.

“About last night…did that….mean anything to you?”

His cheeks flushed as he recalled the events from before. He cursed his body for getting worked up again. He was trying to have a serious conversation with you, damn it!

Finishing up the application of your moisturizer, you stood from in front of your vanity to make your way to the door and pull Satoru inside.

“Of course it did,” you respond, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down for a kiss. “I’m just waiting on you, big guy.”

Satoru practically melted upon the feeling of your lips against his again, expression switching from worried to a lovestruck, dopey smile. It wasn’t for a few moments did the actually process what you said last.

Waiting on me? For what?

You watched as the gears turned in that pretty head of his, his puzzled face quickly lighting up in realization as if a lightbulb were turned on above him.

“Oh, right! Can I please be your boyfriend!?”

You laughed at his excitement, giving him the answer he wanted to hear for so long. You could almost imagine a pair of fluffy ears perking up from the top of his head and a tail wagging happily behind him. You pressed one last kiss against his lips before pushing him out your room door.

“See you tomorrow, boyfriend.”

As time passed, Satoru started to go out more and more, never once leaving your side. This resulted in him being around your friends as well, which caused him to gain more attention and popularity. Your group wasn’t the most stereotypical popular kids; most just being known from sports or student organizations. Even though you weren’t that known, now that Satoru was part of the rather large friend group, other people began to notice him.

Especially other girls.

It wasn’t a secret that the two of you dating, but you also didn’t make it a point to go around and announce it twenty-four seven either. Anyone with a brain and eyes would be able to tell you were together though, especially with the way Satoru always seemed to be attached to your hip and looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky. That didn’t stop certain girls though.

One of them was feeling particularly ballsy today, approaching where he sat in the dining hall while waiting for you to come back from the bathroom. To anyone else, she was obviously flirting with him. But poor, little, no-experience-with-other-girls Satoru didn’t pick up on it. He held conversation with her until you came back, an eyebrow raised and scowl on your face.

“Oh, hey baby! This is (random name) she’s a transfer student,” he said, beaming as if nothing were wrong. Turning to the other girl, he said “This is my amazing, beautiful girlfriend who I love so much! Maybe the two of you can be friends.”

The girl blinked a couple of times before stiffening under your intense glare. She stammered out some cheap excuse before leaving, which Satoru bought with no questions. The rest of lunch went on normal save for the bitterness you were feeling. You couldn’t even be that mad at your clueless boyfriend; it’s not his fault he was so kind and couldn’t pick up on social ques! He noticed your unusual quietness, asking you if you were alright. You dismissed him, saying you were just tired and you were going to head back to the apartment while he attended his next class.

When Satoru got home, he was expecting you to greet him like you do every time, but the only thing he was greeted by was silence. Around this time you’d usually be on the couch watching your favorite show or maybe doing work on the floor next to the coffee table. Confused for a moment, he concluded that maybe you were sleeping. You did say you were tired, right? You were probably just napping. He quietly crept towards your room and pushed the door open to see you wrapped up in your blankets. Your phone was propped up in front of you playing whatever random youtube video you found after doomscrolling for who knows how long. Happy to see you, your white haired boyfriend was quick to jump into bed next to you and hold your blanket-cocooned body close to him.

“Hi baby!”

“Hi, Satoru,” you grumbled, not doing as much as turning to look at him.

Wait.

‘SATORU’!?

After hearing what you called him, the man screams. Genuinely screams. Who are you and what did you do to his loving, doting girlfriend!? He wasted no time in flipping you over on to your back, hovering above you and looking into your eyes. You were caged beneath him, still sulking and pouting about what happened at lunch today.

“SATORU!!?!?!? What did I ever do to my beautiful, wonderful princess with a disorder to be called by such a name!?”

“That stupid girl from earlier was totally hitting on you!” you whined.

You swear his head could’ve popped like a balloon right now and immediately grown back with how quickly his expression shifted from concerned, to shocked then appalled.

“Oh hell no! How dare she hit on me when I have my pookie right here!? I will literally get your face tattooed on my chest so if a woman ever dare to approach me I’d rip my shirt open like superman to show it off then start barking! ‘Stay away, I’m taken!!!!!’”

“…then they would get to see your chest.”

“Okay nevermind, maybe that’s not a good idea.”

You laughed at him before wiggling your arms out of the blanket cocoon to hug him. How could you stay mad when he was so cute? A wide smile stretched across Satoru’s face as he stopped supporting his own body weight, flopping on top of you and returning your embrace.

“You’re not mad at me anymore?” he asked, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“M’not mad anymore. I might have to get you a collar though, make sure everyone knows you’re mine,” you joked.

Little did you know that Satoru was now plotting something.

It’s been a while since that girl approached Satoru, never returning and thus causing you to forget all about it. Your boyfriend stayed true to his word, screaming and barking at whatever girl tried to hit on him after that like a lunatic. You really couldn’t tell if it was a good or bad thing at this point. Unfortunately for you, it was a friday and you had class while Satoru was off for the week. He walked with you to your first class of the day like he always does then returned home to do whatever it is he spends his time on while you’re away.

Typically, he would laze around the apartment, yelling at people online while playing first person shooters or rewatching every single Batman movie for the billionth time. But today, he had something else in mind. Today happened to be your 3-monthaversary. Very middle school esque, but Satoru couldn’t help it. You were his first everything and the only girl on his mind. He spent the day decorating his room, scattering rose petals down the hall and setting his LED lights to red, aka the freaky color.

“Toru, I’m home-“ you stopped in your tracks after walking through the door. All the lights in the house were off, save for the little battery operated tea candles leading to your boyfriend’s room. You were confused, but followed the candles and rose petals nonetheless. Upon entering his room, you saw heart shaped balloons floating about the space, more rose petals on his bed with your Toru lying propped up on his side in the middle of it all. He’s shirtless with a rose between his teeth and a gift basket in front of him. You couldn’t help but let out a hearty laugh at the sight.

“You dork, what’s this all about?”

"Today marks three months of us being together. Now come get your present!"

You laughed again, this time amused by his enthusiasm, and sat in front of him on the bed. There were so many different things in the gift basket he so lovingly put together for you. There were snacks, refills of your favorite makeup and skincare products, your favorite scented candle and a cute little plushy. In between all those things was a long, short box that you couldn't even begin to guess what was in it.

You glanced up at your boyfriend who was buzzing with excitement before opening it. Upon removing the lid, inside was a baby blue collar with a heart shaped tag on it. You raised an eyebrow in confusion before flipping the tag over to read what it said.

'If lost please return to Y/n L/n'

Your gaze switched between the collar and your boyfriend a couple times before putting two and two together.

“Well…that one’s kind of for me….but it’s still your gift!”

“C’mere then! Let me put it on you,” you beckoned him closer with a smirk.

Satoru wastes no time in leaning closer to you, head tilted up slightly so you can wrap the collar around his neck and buckle it at the front. You sat back to admire the sight of it around his neck, the blue leather matching the very shade of his eyes. You caressed his hair and moved your hand down to his cheek, cooing while he leaned into your touch. After a while of this, your hand moves down to his new collar, giving it a gentle tug towards yourself which elicits a whimper from the male before you. Amused by this, you pressed your lips against his own, keeping your grip around the leather adorning his pretty neck.

Satoru continued to whine and moan into your lips, always being this vocal whenever he’s feeling hot and bothered. You pulled away from him, looking into his half lidded, pleading eyes.

“Oh, my sweet boy. I can’t believe you’d actually wear this for me.”

“Mmmh, I’d do anything for you,” he responds, trying desperately to press his lips back against your own, only to be stopped by the force of your grip around his collar. You chuckled at his needy yelp, lying down on the bed and gently ushering him on top of you. His hands roamed your body while you pulled him back into a kiss, pawing at your tummy, chest or whatever bare skin he could get his hands on. Growing even more needy by the second, Satoru decided that wasn’t enough and started to tug all of your clothes off. You let the white haired man do his thing before helping him shimmy his own remaining clothes off, leaving the both of your bare bodies pressed against each other. Satoru rested his body weight atop of you, slowly rutting his hips against your thigh, silently begging you for what he should do next. His head was resting against your chest, glossy blue orbs looking up at you through his long lashes that batted at you every time he blinked.

Grabbing him by his collar again, this time with both hands, you yanked him back up to be eye level with you once more. The man before you yelped in surprise, cock twitching against you at your newfound roughness.

“Go on, baby. Fuck me like you mean it.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice as he wasted no time into slipping inside of you. He shivered at the feeling of your slick walls engulfing him, shutting his eyes tight as he focused on building a rhythm. His mouth fell open into an ‘o’ shape, thrusting himself into you slow and soft. Unsatisfied with this, you decided you had to bring your boyfriend back down to earth. Satoru’s eyes snapped open and he was awoken from his daze by the sharp sound of a ‘slap!’ and the stinging sensation in his left cheek. He let out a loud moan and his hips bucked up into you before stilling completely, trying his hardest not to cum then and there.

“Eyes on me, pretty boy.”

Shifting his gaze back up to you and seeing that pretty smirk you always wore, he couldn’t help himself for much longer. Wrapping his arms around your waist he quickly began plowing himself into your dripping cunt, doing nothing to contain the breathy ‘aah’s and ‘ohh’s slipping past his kiss bitten lips. He did as he was told, holding eye contact with you as long as he could. Every time his gaze began to slip away or fade out of focus, he was always brought back by the warm buzz each time your palm struck him. Despite your rough behavior, you continued to let out loud moans of your own as a way to let your darling boyfriend know he was doing a good job.

The room was filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure, the rhythmic squeaking of his bed frame and the sticky ‘plap! plap! plap!’ of his hips meeting yours. Satoru’s body was flushed a pretty shade of pink, skin coated in a sheen of sweat that clung to your own. A mischievous grin spread across your face, letting out an amused laugh when you pinched one of his pert nipples and his hips began to stutter.

“Mmmnh! Noooo, do that and I’ll cum!”

Ignoring his plea you continued your ministrations, legs locking around his hips and trapping him against you. His moans began to grow both in volume and pitch, signaling that he won’t last much longer.

“Cum with me! Fill me up, Toru!”

His pelvis snapped against you one last time, pressing his cock so deep inside you he might puncture a lung. Hot, sticky spurts of seed spilled into you as his back arched into you, head leaning back as far as your grip on his new collar allowed it to. Your legs tightened around him as well, keeping him pressed flushed against you as your weepy pussy gushed around him. Your juices mixed with his load, slowly dripping out from around the base of Satoru’s cock, leaving a creamy mess between your legs.

You let go of his collar and brought both hands up to cup his cheeks, whispering soft praises as you peppered kisses around his face.

“You did so well. My Toru always knows how to please.”

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taglist :) @sorenflyinn @ilovesugurugeto69 @iheartpotatoes @shutuppeter

it wasn't working for mobile sooo hopefully switching to my computer worked

[lologoinsolo]

Part 1, Part 2 TW: Mentions of blood! Non-con sedation And kidnapping!

“Make her off…” Kyle murmurs under his breath. That annoying smell of something far too clean and sterile has kept him up. Everyone has been taking time to sit besides Johnny in the hospital bed. “Make her off,” he jolts a bit when the door opens. John’s not looking his best but he’s trying to keep himself strong. Johnny took a bullet and nearly died for him after all.

“What’s that?” John says, tiredness etched into his features as he takes his seat besides a sleeping Johnny. The doctors worked relentlessly to keep him alive, now he just needs to wake up from his coma. “Heard you muttering, do you need a break?”

Kyle merely scoffs, he and Simon’s been sitting here the most. He still can’t get how devastated Simon sounded when Johnny was laying in a pile— he shakes his head and breathes deeply. “You remember that girl,” he says offhandedly, “the one that acted weirdly around Johnny.”

John’s beard crinkles slightly, “yeah? Johnny mentioned it once. Gave a report and everything.” He leans a bit forward, “why?” The gears in his head starts to grind.

“She told him that sunshine can’t go down the tunnel.” John freezes and Kyle continues, “I don’t get it. She was clearly frightened and confused.”

“She said sunshine?”

“Yeah,” Kyle sighs, “said it like a prayer.”

“I called Johnny, sunshine, before we went in the tunnel.” At that Kyle sits up. “I told him that we wouldn’t go down easy”.

The man’s eyes widen. “Make her off, make her— Makarov!” He shouts and the nurse makes a shushing noise, Kyle doesn’t seem to care as he stands up. The realization crashed down on him. “She knew,” she had to. “John, she knew.” How else would she have known that Makarov would’ve been there before anyone else?

The tiredness ebbs from John’s face and the Captain shows up. “Get Laswell on the phone right now, Gaz.”

…

You watched the news repeatedly after you left the hospital. You couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, everything felt wrong. Those blue eyes haunt you every time you blink. Your left side of your head throbs and aches, an itch on the inside of your brain. You hate it. You hate him. You hate that you can’t help but wait for a sign. A sign that you’re not as crazy as the doctors have made you out to be.

A week passes and nothing, another and nothing. You give up hope till the news recounts a ‘gas leak’ in a tunnel. Causing multiple problems and a near casualty. You drop your remote when your vision shakes your world and you see the man with familiar blue eyes being rushed on a gurney. Voices shouting at you, voices you’ve never heard giving commands. Your hands claw at your hair and you feel bile coming up your throat from the intensity of the sight. He’s bloodied up and his left side of his head looks at though it’s been cracked open with the blood gushing out.

You scream and fall to your knees when you manage to pull out. Your stomach lurches and you struggle to stand. You grab your keys, your wallet, and anything useful and drive off. You don’t know where you’re going but you're running. You never stay long when the visions come true, you can’t risk yourself. You won’t.

So you move, move around quickly and find a job. You found a hole in the wall apartment, no one would come looking for you here… at least you hope. Weeks turn into months, months turn into a year and you feel like maybe your life is coming slowly back together. Your visions have been weak but consistent, the only one that’s ever shaken you was blue eyes but he’s probably okay now. Hopefully…

Getting off of work, a job at the gas station. Something easy to blend into and no one bats an eye when you don’t look okay. Everyday has been feeling weirder. You’ve been writing more, visions are starting to stay longer. They’re getting worse again, the left side of your head throbs more every day. You’re tempted to run again but you don’t have the funds to do that. Taking a deep breath you push the apartment's creaky gate open, trudging along up the stairs to your place. You pull your keys out and as you do a warning flashes through you.

A man with a beard is sitting at your table, holding a gun, waiting. Waiting. He’s— you don’t open your door and you take off down the stairs. Your panic is rising with every stomp of your foot. You are near the gate and a flash of a hand goes through your mind's eye but not quick enough when you’re grabbed roughly. Can’t even scream when a hand clamps right over your mouth.

“Shut it,” a voice as deep as the ocean growls out. Your arms are forced behind your back as you cry and flail. You try to move them back but your assailant cuffs you quickly before slamming a hand back over your mouth before you can even call for help. Something cold is then pushed against the center of your back and it doesn’t take your curse to see that it’s a gun. “Walk. Now,” you hear a click and you tremble a step. Your arms are painfully tight against your back as he shoves you forward.

You walk up the steps and tears run down your face when he doesn’t even turn the knob, the door just opens for him. Meaning it was already unlocked. He shoves you once more to your kitchen table, the man with the beard that your curse showed earlier is sitting there. Waiting with a gun on the table. “Sit,” beard says, the one behind you gives a sharp nudge from his own gun and you sit.

“Pl-Please, I— I don’t have,” beard raises his hand and you try desperately to not whimper. “Please,” you beg, hoping he doesn’t kill you. You don’t know what they want or who they are.

“We need to talk.” Is all he says, he leans forward. The chair groaning under his weight and you blink back your wet eyes to see that he’s wearing a fishing hat. “You’re not hard to find, you know? Never stay in a place for long though.” His eyes squint and your struggle to breath when says without saying that you’re being tracked and watched. “Why are you running?” He doesn’t ask, he expects an answer from you. That gun on the table won’t allow you to deny him that.

“I…” you swallow, you can’t seem to stop your tears or the snot. You rub your face as best as you can against your shoulder. “Am I in t-trouble?” It’s not the answer he wants and his hand moves to his gun. “Please!” You shout suddenly, “I don’t know what I did wrong! Tell me, please— I don’t have any money. I’m sorry, please.”

He says nothing as you plead and beg, the one behind you doesn’t even make a gesture. You didn’t even recognize that he was wearing a mask, a skull one at that. A grim reaper that’s come to reap.

“Don’t kill me,” you blubber, you’re trembling so much that you’re surprised you haven’t vibrated off the chair. “Just— just tell me what I did wrong.”

He stands and you flinch, his hand trails as he walks around you. Shrinking under his hard gaze even more, “how did a girl like you work for Makarov, hm?” He chuckles mirthlessly, “could spill your bits out easily,” the one behind you grunts in agreement.

“I don’t,” you shake your head repeatedly side to side, “Makarov? Who? I don’t—“ beard grabs your chin and squeezes tightly making you whimper.

“Don’t play dumb with me.” He sneers, “one of my best nearly died but you told him to not go into that tunnel.” His thumb shifts harder against the fat of your cheeks. “Why?” That’s what confuses him in the entirety of tracking you down. If you did work for Makarov, why did you tell Johnny about it?

“Tunnel?” You murmur, tears rolling down your face and he does you the single kindness of flicking them away. It dawns on you now. “I-I,” you start hyperventilating, your anxiety through the roof as you try to breathe. The visions come flooding back and you scream.

…

10 minutes prior.

Gaz searches through your computer. Searching for something that could prove that you work with Makarov. It’s the only thing that makes possible sense, you’re practically normal. Your records scream ‘normal’, Laswell couldn’t find anything save for the fact that you’re an only child that went through numerous foster homes.

“Son of a bitch,” he slams his fist against your desk. Your search history is useless save for everything else. Sourdough starter, flower pots, seeds, gas, kitchenware, gas, star lights, dresser, gas. He sighs after looking at all of it, he hears a woman crying and he knows that Price is already interrogating you. He’d feel bad but they all need answers, “what are you hiding?” He mumbles when he sees gas, floor, and dresser typed in repeatedly. Almost like it’s important but why would you type it so many times. “Maybe she wanted new flooring?”

He leans back, taking a breath and he rolls his neck. “Gas…” his eyes move towards your dresser, “gas,” it starts to click, “Gaz, floor, dresser.” He pushes off and runs to your dresser. He opens it and digs through your clothing for something, anything. He lets out a gritted curse when there’s nothing.

He runs his hand down the sides, “floor,” a light bulb flickers to life in his head and he gets on his knees. His hands tap on the floorboards and he hears a hollow sound. “Gotcha,” he pulls the floorboards back and he sees numerous journals. Some old and some new, he grabs the newest one and he flips it open. Flicking through the pages and most of the dated entries makes no sense. Some are singular words to full on spirals of paragraphs. The latest one that’s dated today brings him to a stop.

Gun, man with gun, home, no safe. Run, run, mask, grab, gas will read, gas is read. Read. Read. figuring out, knowing. He knows. Knows. Knows. Scream.

Just as he reads that last word he hears a scream and he comes running downstairs with his gun in hand. He sees you screaming as Ghost shoves a needle into your throat. You flail and flounder, tears staining your cheeks and you manage to get off the chair. Ghost stands over you as you try to crawl away but there’s no way to escape. You hold out for as long as you can but eventually you give in. The sedative works quick and Ghost gives a nudge to your soft side but you make no movement. “Out like a light,” he hears the big man say. He crouches down and turns you on your back.

“Sir,” Gaz says, holstering his gun, “you need to see this.” Price glares down at you but he follows after Gaz upstairs to your room. “She—“ he doesn’t even know where to begin, “she knew we’d come.” He pushes your room door to open more. The journals he rummaged through is sprawled out on the floor.

“Makarov?” There’s a tight look on his Captain's face when Gaz shakes his head, “then how, Garrick?” Ghost is probably taking you to their van right now. Everything’s off record and he’s sure someone is bound to call the police with how you screamed. Just what he needed, he sways to move his weight to one side as Gaz looks bewildered, confused, and shaken up.

“Here,” he passes off your journal with the entry written before the one Gaz had read. It’s dated yesterday.

Man. 1, no, 2. Gun, man with gun, home, no safe. Run, run, mask, grabs. Grabbing you. Men, 3. 3 men, 3 total. Blue eyes. Blue. Same Blue. Hurt? Are hurt you? Will hurt they you? Scared. No. Stop, stop. Needle! Taken. Dark, van dark.

[littelovelunette]

So I just discovered your page and im a sevika simp 😭 you write so well and I'm honestly just shook asf as to HOW YOU WRITE IT SO GOOD??

If it's possible, can you do g!p sevika x pregnant reader or something like that??

Like maybe reader just found out there pregnant with sevikas kid and it's just the whole thing of "while why not make another one >:))"

Sevika's Little One

Thank you so muchhhh anon y'all gonna make me cry with the praises 😭

Contains smut, breeding, pregnancy

It's been a while you have been having unprotected sex with Sevika, mainly because Sevika has been way too drunk to care and let's just say, she always fucked you so hard you barely had any idea whether she finished or not.

That's how you found yourself peeing on a pregnancy test while Sevika was at work. You let the pregnancy stick rest on the bathroom counter as you walked in front of the mirror. You'd been feeling nauseous for quite a bit now.

As you washed your hands off and did your skincare routine, you waited for the results to show not really sure what to expect.

The situation with Piltover and Zaun was at its absolute climax and it was likely the worst time to even think about having children. As you picked the pregnancy stick, you weren't too shocked to see the two lines indicating you were pregnant. Yeah, you saw it coming.

But what now?

Sevika didn't seem like the type to want kids and settle down although you were pretty sure she was amazing with children.

You picked your phone up and contemplated how you were supposed to ask Sevika to come home sober. You needed her to be sober when you said you were pregnant or else you were pretty sure she'd not take you seriously or even remember after the alcohol wore off.

“Sevika, I need you to come home sober, okay?” You typed out in the message bar and your finger hovered over the send button for a while before you forced your finger to click it. “Gosh.” You pinched the bridge of your nose. Now the only thing to worry about was how you were going to bring the subject upto her.

Worry faded into thin air once you got in bed and fell deep asleep, phone in hand. You didn't even realise when Sevika had gotten back.

“Hon, I'm home.” She called and walked into the bedroom, a small smile crossing her face as she saw you passed out on the bed on your stomach, phone in hand and one leg dangling off the bed edge.

“Why's the bathroom's light switch on?” Sevika mumbled under her breath as she walked into the bathroom, turning the lights off and her breath hitched in her throat. Eyes locked onto the pregnancy stick abandoned at the bathroom counter.

With steady steps she walked upto the test, picking it up with her flesh fingers.

Grey eyes widened in shock as she read the positive lining on the stick. Her heart was going a few miles per hour and she was sure of it now.

Sevika walked up to your sleeping form, own body tensed up with the amount of thoughts going through her head at once. As Sevika flipped you onto your back, you woke up, groggy but smiled seeing Sevika.

“Baby.” You cooed in your sleepy voice extending your arms towards Sevika. Seeing your expression, Sevika's anxiety slowly faded. It was still there lingering at the back of her head of course but she couldn't resist your open arms.

Sevika's arms, both flesh and mechanic, locked around your frame and brought you close so you could rest your head against her shoulder.

“I saw the test.” Sevika said in your ear, her voice low.

“I would love to do the ‘do we keep it or get rid of it’ fight but I'm tired.” You said, your voice a mixture of playfulness and genuine sleepiness.

“I get you, baby. And of course, we're keeping it.” Sevika snapped at you with the last words, laying you down slowly, “So now there's a little baby girl or a boy in here.” Sevika placed her flesh arm under your shirt and on your bare stomach.

“Right now it looks just about as good as a bean.” you laughed and sighed a little. Sevika's eyes trailed down on your form. You were wearing a grey T-shirt and shorts underneath.

Sevika smirked, leaning down and pressing her bulge against the curve of your ass “Mmmph…” you said something incoherently against the pillow before turning around, and letting Sevika's clothed cock rest against your heat instead. And that really was enough.

“You did that on purpose.” Sevika grumbled.

“You're hard.” You stated matter-of-factly and then giggled, “What about me being pregnant gets you hard?” You asked as you ground your pussy against her cock, the only thing in between being the clothing.

“Guess the mere fact that I can put another one in you.” Sevika said, unbuckling her belt and letting her pants fall. Instantly, her length slapped up against her stomach leaking precum. “Oooh…” you grinned.

Sevika pulled your pants down along with your panties. “Want me to pump you full of my seed again?”

“Yes, daddy.” You gasped feeling her shove in her length inside, your cunt was tight around her invading length.

“Still so tight.” Sevika said before leaning down to leave hickeys on your neck. “G-gosh…” Sevika mumbled against your neck before starting to move in slow deep thrusts.

“Daddy, it feels so full.” You said grabbing the sheets tightly and hips raised up to meet her thrusts.

Sevika pushed you back down as she started pounding harder making the bed creak under the pressure. Her hands were holding yours over your head as she bit her bottom lip.

“C'mon, you want my cum in you, don't you, doll?” Sevika said as she continued pounding. Her length felt huge in you, the imprint noticeable from outside as you moaned loudly.

“Daddy, please, yes I do.” You said and Sevika crashed her lips against yours, biting your bottom lip and shoving her tongue inside your mouth.

Her cock was warm in your pussy, your juices mixing with her precum, the tip of her dick hitting your cervix creating a weird sort of sensation that you dearly loved. “I'm cumming, please.” you cried out.

Sevika didn't say anything, her thrusts sloppier than before as she continued thrusting and grunted, shooting her thick ropes of semen deep in your womb.

“Ah!” Your head was thrown back as you squirted on her. “F-fuck…” you watched as Sevika pulled her cock out slowly.

“There, pumped full.” Sevika smirked, staring at your hole from where her semen was dripping out. “Come on, keep it inside.”

“I still can't believe we're gonna be parents.”

“If there wasn't a guarantee before, there is now.” Sevika laughed as did you.

[harunayuuka2060]

*It's been days since Malleus and the others returned. They had already planned to pretend to mourn for Kalim and remain on high alert, as that seemed like the most sensible course of action. If it was true that the MC(?) was helping them, they needed to ensure they reciprocated by making sure the doppelgangers wouldn’t catch wind of their plan.*

Malleus: We’ve already lost one. Now there are only six of us left. We need to make sure this doesn’t happen again.

Vil: I'm sure our enemies are feeling confident that they've successfully struck one of us.

Azul: ...

Azul: I still can't believe Kalim is gone... Maybe if we had been more cautious, we could have protected him.

Riddle: ...

Idia: I don't think we could have done anything about it. Malleus and Leona are the only ones here capable of real combat. Vil...

Vil: *looks sternly at him*

Idia: No offense, but you're all about beauty, and even if you know martial arts, it's only for movie stunts.

Idia: Riddle, Azul, and especially me... we're nothing but burdens.

Riddle: Don't say that, Idia-senpai! We can definitely—

Idia: I'm saying this because I might be next—I have no chance of surviving.

Malleus, Leona, and Vil: ...

Riddle and Azul: ...

Azul: *makes an annoyed expression*

MC(?): ...

Riddle(?): ...

Riddle(?): Are you not going to speak up?

MC(?): It's true that Kalim(?) hasn't been around for a while. Do you want me to look for him?

Riddle(?): No. *smiles eerily* Actually, I want him gone for good.

MC(?): ...

MC(?): Is there anything else?

Riddle(?): The hunt is in a few days, but it wouldn’t hurt to start early, would it?

MC(?): ...

Riddle(?): What's your answer?

MC(?): Is there someone you have in mind?

Riddle(?): I heard that one of them has given up on surviving in this place. Bring that person to me.

MC(?): ...

MC(?): *bows their head* I understand.

MC(?): Idia Shroud.

Idia: Eek! Wh-What?

MC(?): Please come with me.

Leona: Oi. Where are you taking him?

MC(?): ...

Idia: ...

Idia: *smiles awkwardly* Is it my time?

Azul: Idia!

Idia: It's okay, Azul... I... If you survive here, tell Ortho that I'm sorry...

Riddle: *looks like in despair* Idia-senpai!

MC(?): Let's go.

Idia: ...

Idia: *quietly goes with MC(?)*

Leona, Vil, Malleus, Riddle, and Azul: ...

Idia: Ugh... This place...

*MC(?) has brought him to a room that reeks of blood.*

MC(?): ...

Riddle(?): Took you long enough.

MC(?): My apologies...

Riddle(?): *looks at Idia and gives him a small smile*

Riddle(?): You'll be part of my collection. Don't worry, I'll make sure your head doesn't rot.

Idia: !!!

MC(?): ...

Riddle(?): *to MC(?)* You may go now.

MC(?): Won’t the others find out?

Riddle(?): Hmm? Of course not. This is my personal space—

MC(?): *swiftly struck his head with a knife, decapitating him instantly*

Idia: *couldn't help but scream*

MC(?): ...

MC(?): *turns to Idia* *extends their hand to him* Let's leave before anyone enters this room.

Idia: ...

Idia: The Fake Riddle... He looks like he's still breathing...

MC(?): He's not dead, but we must leave before he regains memory of this event. By then, the diversion will have already been set.

Idia: Diversion...?

MC(?): Yes. The other Idia Shroud will arrive.

Idia: Lol, but... how does that work?

MC(?): Unfortunately, that's something you’ll never know.

Idia(?): Oi, Riddle. What are you doing down there?

Riddle(?): ...

Riddle(?): Have I fallen asleep?

Idia(?): *chuckles* You really are a psycho. Killing me lulled you to sleep?

Riddle(?): *glances at the corpse to what seems to belong to Idia*

Riddle(?): ...

Riddle(?): This is ridiculous. And here I was hoping to preserve his head.

Idia(?): Scary~ Mwehee.

Malleus: ...

MC(?): *has returned with Idia's bloodied hoodie*

Malleus: ...

Malleus: *takes it*

Riddle, Azul, and Vil: ...

Leona: Tch. You're not here to apologize again, are you?

MC(?): ...

Vil: What happened to his body?

MC(?): His face is unrecognizable, and his body has been disposed of.

Vil: *starts to tear up*

Azul: *comes over to comfort him*

Vil: *sobs*

Malleus: ...

Malleus: Please leave.

MC(?): *bows their head apologetically then exits the room*

Riddle, Leona, and Malleus: *exchanged glances*

Leona: Haa... Tch. This is not good.

Riddle: Idia-senpai...

Azul and Vil: *hiding their smirk*

[ihaznoclue]

Hiiiiiii can I request a movie shadow x reader? Where the reader one day comes home pretty injured due to a run in with something. And we get to see shadow perhaps play nurse? And help to bandage and calm the reader down?

That would be so cute to see Shadow taking care of us

Pairings -> Shadow the Hedgehog x Reader

Warnings -> Injuries, Violence, Toxic Ex, swearing

Note -> Reader seemed to run into their toxic Ex while on a evening walk, they come back home to be completely injured and Shadow didn't like that so he heals you back to health

Genre -> Angst to Fluff

Shadow The Hedgehog

Today was not a good day to go out to go shopping

You just wanted to shop for some groceries

But instead you accidentally bumped into your toxic Ex that would abuse you from the smallest mistakes

You thought you got away from him

You thought you were safe from him and his actions

You tried to run when you first spotted him but he instantly saw you and he yelled out to you

"OI Name come over here right now!"

Oh no what do you do?

Run? no he's too fast for you

Find someone? No he would lie about the whole situation

What if he changed, what if he wanted to apologise to you after everything he did

You turned around as you noticed him walking over to you with a innocent smile of his face

He always did that when you guys were out in public so no-one knew

Oh God you wished Shadow came with you

You prayed that he wasn't going to do anything

You hoped he wasn't going to do anything, you body healed from those injuries you got from him and you hoped you wouldn't gain new ones

In a instant, he roughly grabbed onto you as he started to drag you away

You struggled, your voice was too caught up in your throat that you didn't have enough time to yell out for help

He then slammed your body into a wall where no-one could see you both

"You thought you could run away from me you little shit"

"n-no"

"Answer me when I'm talking to you!"

You knew you were going to get a bruise on your arm by how tight he was grabbing you

"No!"

"Oh so you think you're safe huh?"

You didn't want anything to happen but it did

You suddenly now had blood dripping from your lip, some bruises of your arm and some on your legs

You also did want to see the bruise on your neck

Before anything else could happen, someone saw what was happening and yelled out

"HEY WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING TO THAT POOR THING?!"

That's when he ran away

The lady was kind enough to stay by your side until you got home, see told you to rest as much as you could

You thanked her as you opened the door

You hoped Shadow wasn't going to freak out about all this but it was for the best

"Shadow, I'm home!" Your voice cracked

You heard his footsteps coming, then you heard a thump

Looking at him as you saw that he dropped something on the floor

You were about to say something until he spoke up

"What the fuck happened to you!?"

"Run into my Ex, don't worry a kind lady helped me walk home"

That's where you are right now, in bed while he patched you right up

Placing some ice on the bruises to heal a little bit quicker and hoping it helped

Shadow was now going to stay by your side form now on

Whenever you were gonna go out, he was now going to come with you even on the slightest trips

Now you were resting, as shadow sat beside you as he watched you sleep

Brushing some hair away from your face as you inhaled a little

His ear flicked as his nose twitched

"I'm so sorry for not coming, but for now on I'm going to protect you as much as I can"

Sorry if It's a little too Angsty

-A<3

[bewarethegrim]

Roy and Jamie would absolutely accidentally fall into a total power exchange relationship without noticing. One day after 4am training, Roy, without thinking, tells Jamie "The blue headband." And without hesitation Jamie picks the blue headband from his collection that has gathered at Roy's.

And it's the little things, right? Roy is already in charge of Jamie's meal plan, so it just makes sense that he cook for Jamie, since he knows his nutrition plan better than anyone. Roy is already training Jamie privately in the mornings, and with his new role as assistant coach, it just made sense that he paid a bit of extra attention to Jamie and his workouts, and Jamie was known to overwork himself, so it just made sense that Jamie only work out while Roy was around, watching him to make sure he didn't over do it.

And one day on their day off, and Ruth had just picked up Phoebe who'd just spent the day playing in the yard with Jamie while Roy rested his knee and did reports, that something in his mind clicked.

Jamie spent almost every moment of his day with Roy now. He slept over at Roy's so he could sleep an extra 20 minutes before 4am training, and since he arrives to work with Roy, Roy brings him home- his home that is. And Roy tells Jamie to go stretch out while he makes dinner. After dinner, he has Jamie take a proper shower, and while he does, Roy lays out the clothes for Jamie to wear to bed.

And in all that time, months at this point, and at no point has Jamie asked for a night away (and isn't that an interesting thought, that Jamie would ask to go out, ask permission, like he belonged to Roy. And maybe he did in a way) But Jamie *hadn't* which means that Jamie had gone on a date or slept with anyone in months.

"Jamie?"

Jamie looks over from where he's sitting at the kitchen island, hands wrapped around a mug of tea. "Yeah, Coach?"

"Why haven't you gone out on any dates recently?"

And Jamie pauses. He looks, genuinely confused for a moment.

"You haven't told me I could." And Jamie says that as if it's a totally normal thing for your coach to decide when you're allowed to go out on dates.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Roy demands, feeling off kilter in this conversation.

Jamie shrugs. "Ever since I just let you decide what I do, life's just been easier, innit?"

Something dark and possessive curls in Roy's chest at that. He'd made Jamie's life better by being in control. He'd always been overbearing, especially in relationships, but maybe. Maybe they just hadn't been Jamie.

"Do you want me to start going on dates?" Jamie asks, something mischievous in his tone, but there was something else. Hope? No that wasn't right. Desperation, maybe. But for what, Roy didn't know.

"And if I told you no more dates? Indefinitely?" Roy decides to test the limits. How far would Jamie allow him to push?

Jamie shrugged. "Already been doing that, haven't I?"

And Jamie is so smug, looking so proud of himself. Roy has to take him down, just a little.

"What if I told you that you couldn't cum without my permission?" And oh, that's an interesting reaction. Jamie's eyes flutter and his cheeks redden deeply. He swallows before saying "Whatever you think is best, Coach."

And at some point, Roy has entered Jamie's space. He brings one hand, much steadier than he feels, to Jamie's chin. He's taking a risk, as calculated as it is.

"And if I told you only I could make you cum?" And Jamie melts, big eyes looking up at Roy like he held all the answers, and maybe to Jamie, he did.

"Please..." Jamie whimpers, his hands coming to wrap around the fabric of Roy's shirt.

And Roy has to take a deep breath, he needed to think rationally. He steps away from Jamie, and tries not to crumble at the pathetic sound Jamie makes as he does.

"Jamie-"

"Please Roy, I'll be good I promise? And I have been, haven't I? Doing everything you tell me to."

Roy is back, bringing Jamie close to his chest. "Yeah you have, Jamie. I'm not upset with you, never with you my good boy." He pauses. "Not anymore, anyways." He teases, and it works because he feels Jamie laugh.

"I just need to be clear, what we're doing, what we are. Am I just your coach? Or do you want more from me?"

This time it's Jamie who pulls back as he scoffs. "You haven't been just me coach in months." He looks a little bashful. "Always had a thing for ya, even when ya hated me and I lived to piss you off. You've seen the stupid poster in me room back home."

Jamie finally meets Roy's eyes, brave as ever, his boy. "I want to be your boyfriend, or partner. If ya want that too."

Roy smiles, letting Jamie nuzzle into his hand. "That is what I want, Jamie. More than anything."

"And to keep telling me what to do?"

And Roy laughs but nods. "Whatever my boy needs."

And a month or so later, Keely comes over and witnesses how they act with each other at home, and realises that oh my god you idiots are in a TPE relationship and cue Roy doing in depth research, printing out contracts and establishing safe words. Jamie happily does whatever Roy asks of him, just like he always does. And Jamie knows he could've said no at any point in this, in fact he had, when Roy tried to get him to eat mushrooms (he had limits!) but he knows the safe words makes Roy feel better, knowing how much power he has over Jamie. And if it makes Roy happy, Jamie is happy to do it.

[fairestwriting]

Hiii!!! Just found your account and I love your works ☺️

May I request headcanons of Leona & Azul with a reader who’s afraid to commit to him since they have a hard time trusting NRC students because they fear he’ll only be with them if they can benefit him/he has an ulterior motive for them?

Thank you!!

𐙚 Leona Kingscholar

It’s not something that goes unnoticed, but also not something he thinks about too much, at the start. Leona’s view of commitment is much more based on how you behave around him than your words, and he doesn’t expect to really feel it when you’re still just getting used to each other’s presence, in this new context of considering a relationship… Besides, you asked to take it slow, he’s not about to disrespect that.

Then that period of time passes, he starts to relax, and the gap between the two of you slowly becomes more visible — He’s not the most overtly affectionate guy out there, sure, but he makes it quite clear when he’s gotten comfortable around somebody. He assumes your distance is just shyness at first, but it quickly starts to bug him. He knows how to recognize the different types of unease in others, and shyness isn’t exactly the feeling he’s getting for you.

The last straw happens when as you’re spending time together and he ends up getting tired, he tells you you can stick around while he sleeps, and you quickly get up, ready to leave — The memory will feel embarrassing to him in the future, at how emotional he got over something seemingly so small, but in the moment, it just feels like you’re avoiding him.

What the hell is up with you, really, he questions when you’re on your way out. In Leona’s perception, he’s being so obvious, basically outright telling you that he wants you to be around, that he trusts you to be there while doesn’t have his guard up. And this same interaction has happened so many times already. Aren’t you two supposed to be… dating? If he could even call it that?

It’s not fair if he’s the only one who’s vulnerable, he thinks and doesn’t say, but the message gets across. ”If you’re so excited to leave, then just go.”, with that bitter look in his eyes. You try to say that’s not how you felt, while still not revealing too much, but he’s set on questioning you now. And it shows how it’d been bothering him, the way you just seemed to never breach that distance.

Eventually you get the words out. It’s not about him, you were just anxious because of previous experiences you had in NRC — Even if you just tell bits and pieces of the full story, it’s enough for him to get a grasp on the situation. His expression softens. It does all make sense to him, he doesn’t feel comfortable around most people either, as much as he hates to admit. ”I wouldn’t tell you to stick around if I wanted to take advantage of you. Would be a stupid move. He says, after a while, then nothing else. He would never pressure you in general, but especially not about this. He just hopes you do decide to stay.

𐙚 Azul Ashengrotto

All sorts of preventive measures happen in the background before you two even agree that there’s any sort of mutual attraction taking place. He’s built his business so carefully, he doesn’t want to take any chances, even if the temptation to just throw logic out of the window is there. When you two decide to date, Azul has already thought about a thousand possible futures, part of his willingness to get into this relationship comes from ruling out the worst outcomes.

The hesitant phase lasts considerably longer with him than it does with Leona. He wants you to be the first one to let your guard down — A wish he knows would make him sound horrible even if he tried to explain, with the image he has — as the last bit of confirmation to him that you’re safe, and he can stop being so overly cautious around you. But he waits, and he keeps waiting, and none of the signs he’s looking for ever come.

How long has it been, at this point? Months? Azul actually isn’t very sure of what to do from here. Was this all because of his reputation? Did he do something wrong? Or was this just your regular personality, and he actually severely miscalculated every part of his “plan”?

He doesn’t want to show how much it bothers him, at first. He tries to think of ways to get you to open up, at least a little bit, like showing interest in your background and such… But he knows there’s a limit to how much he can do until he puts you off completely, if you’re really this cautious. And at this point, he’s too attached to want to risk losing you.

Some questions still slip through though, that exact attachment he feels making it difficult for him to keep up with your level of detachment. His curiosity really is genuine too, he wants to know more about you, to understand you better. Maybe even especially due to the detachment, he can relate to that distrustfulness too much. So much it makes him actually feel closer to you, though he does recognize that might be kind of weird. He does get a stray thought that he could be just projecting, that you could actually turn out to not be safe, but he decides to trust you.

There won’t be arguments or anything on the topic, even if you don’t reciprocate as Azul, without even thinking, ends up slowly lowering his guard first, and your reactions sometimes feel a bit cold to him — The sting of it fades quickly, because he just understands. When he asks questions, or ends up inviting you on more serious dates, there’s always an added, “but only if you’re comfortable with doing so, of course”, followed with a smile you never really see him show to anybody else. His observant nature will help him put the puzzle together, eventually, already starting to suspect you’ve had bad experiences with being harmed by people you trusted in the past. Regardless of how long it takes for you to be straightforward with him about those things, he’ll always thank you for trusting him with that same smile.

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[ldydeath]

The Hardest Goodbye | Kang Dae-ho

Summary: Your boyfriend is heading off to the Marines. You two try to give each other the last perfect day.

Warnings: None.

Author's Note: This fic takes place well before he joins the games. As always, if you'd like to be tagged please let me know!

Tomorrow was the day. The day your world would change forever and you were just supposed to lay here in this bed and pretend like the air wasn’t getting sucked out of your lungs. You rolled onto your side, taking in every aspect of your boyfriend. Daeho was sleeping peacefully, oblivious to your stares. His chest rising and falling as the blankets slid down his perfect chest. You reached out, moving his hair off his face so you could take in his appearance. You’d miss that long gorgeous hair of his. You’d miss everything about him, really.

He stirred at your touch, his eyes opening slowly, a small grin spreading across his face. “Morning.” His voice raspy with sleep and you leaned him, giving him a slow passionate kiss. His arms reached out, drawing you in closer, neither of you wanting to let go of this moment. It was the last time you’d be waking up next to each other for a long while.

Daeho was leaving in the morning for bootcamp, he’d taken his dads advice and joined the Marines. Your heart had broken when he’d given you the news. Of course you were happy for him - if this is what he wanted to do, but you were going to miss him.  You had woken up next to each other every morning for the past two years and now you were just supposed to live in this apartment alone? It didn’t feel right.

“Come on, we have plans.” You sighed as you untangled yourself from him, getting out of bed slowly. 

There was no rush to get through this day. Tonight he’d go to his parents for a final night with them and you’d meet them before he’d head out. You watched from the bathroom mirror as he put his hair in a bun, his eyes wandering down to yours and he grinned, giving you a wink before walking out of the bathroom. 

After you were both ready, he grabbed your hand and headed out of the apartment. You two had an entire day planned of exploring the city you called home, going to all of Daeho’s favorite places that he wouldn’t be to visit for a long while. The perfect last day before you’d have to go months without seeing each other.

It was cruel, the way every man had to enlist. It was only two years, you knew that. But right now two years felt like a lifetime. What was the point in all of this if you two couldn’t be together?

“You ok?” His voice broke you from your thoughts and you looked up at him, a smile on your face.

“Yeah. I was just thinking about how I can’t wait to get rid of you. You’re such a giant pain in my ass.” You teased. He chuckled, pulling you closer to him, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. 

Neither of you were ready for the distance you were about to face, so he’d keep you close to him for as long as he could. If he’d had it his way the two of you would’ve never gotten out of bed that morning, but he knew that would just make it even harder for him to leave in the morning. That was part of the reason he’d decided to stay with his family this evening. Leaving you was going to be the hardest thing he’d ever have to do. He knew if he had to leave while you were sleeping peacefully next to him he’d never make it out the door. 

“Distance makes the heart grow fonder, or so they say. You’re going to be ready to jump my bones when I get back.” He winked at you and your stomach flipped. He was so damn attractive when he did that.

“Maybe.” You shrugged, hiding just how much he affected you. 

“I know you had a whole day planned for us, but I had something else in mind.” You raised a brow as he smirked at you. 

Daeho turned on his heels, leading you towards the opposite end of town. You followed him silently inside a cute little pet shop, confusion evident on your face. Why had he brought you here of all places? Sure, you loved animals but this seemed like such an odd time to be bringing you here. You followed him towards one of the crates where a cute Jindo puppy was staring up at you both. He reached down, picking her up and turned to face you.

“You’re going to need someone else to take care of while I’m gone.” He shrugged, placing the puppy into your arms.

“She’s adorable, Daeho. But are you sure a puppy is a good idea right now?” He just simply nodded his head before heading towards the front of the shop. 

It took about ten minutes for him to fill out the adoption papers, names running through your head while you waited. Nothing good was coming to mind yet, but you weren’t worried. As long as the little angel had a name by the time his enlistment was done, it would be fine. 

“Let's take her home. There’s one more thing I need to do.” You were skeptical, him changing plans on you was unusual, but you followed him home all the same.

Once you were inside, Daeho moved to the front closet pulling out all kinds of items for the dog - a bed, food, food bowls, toys. It seemed he’d been planning this for a while. It amazed you how well this man could keep a secret from you. Were you really that oblivious? 

You let out a laugh, setting down your dog, before walking over to him to place a kiss on his cheek. His eyes closed, relishing in the closeness of you as his arm wound its way around you again. You would never be close enough. Not to make up for two years of you not being there.  He pulled away, clearing his throat and led you to the couch. 

“I wasn’t going to do this here, but when I got to thinking about it, this is the perfect place. We said I love you here for the first time. I asked you to move in right on this very couch. It seems fitting.” You raised a brow but before you could speak Daeho was on his knees in front of you.

Your breath caught in your throat as he slid a ring out of his pocket. This man. Really? A dog and a proposal before he left? And all you’d prepared was last night. 

“Daeho-” You started but he shushed you, grabbing your hands. His fingers rubbing soothing circles on your skin.

“I love you. I want to come home to you after this. Forever. There is nobody else for me. Marry me?”  You nodded, a silent yes leaving your lips as he slid the ring on your finger. 

“You’re really something, you know that?” You peppered his face in kisses, pulling up on the couch to sit next to you. “I love you.” 

You didn’t know how long you two sat together, arms round around each other, enjoying the silence of being just you two for one last time. As the world turned dark around you, Daeho placed a kiss on your head before gently moving himself from you. He disappeared down the hall, your nameless pup following him and your heart ache when he returned with his bags. 

It didn’t seem real, getting engaged and him leaving you all at the same time. You stood up, meeting him at the door and swallowed the lump in your throat.  There were so many things you wanted to say. How much you loved him, how much you’d miss him. How there was obviously nobody else but words escaped you as he leaned down, kissing you so passionately you weren’t sure you were going to let him leave.

“I love you.” He whispered against your lips. You could feel his wet tears on your cheeks and you looked up to see his tear stained face. You wiped his tears away, kissing him gently once more and choked back a sob.

“I love you more. I’ll see you in the morning.” It was a lie, you both knew you weren’t seeing each other the next day, it would be too hard for him to leave if he had to say goodbye to you in the morning. That was why you’d agreed to do this now. His family would see him off. You walked over to the side table, grabbing a letter and handed it to him. “Don’t read it until you’re on the bus tomorrow.”

He nodded, putting the letter into his jacket pocket and leaned in to kiss you once more. With a sigh, he opened up the front door and headed out without looking back. You chewed on your bottom lip, watching as he slipped into his car. You didn’t move from your spot until well after his car was no longer in view. Now all you had was time. But you knew when he’d come home all this pain would be so worth it. You just had to wait.

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[honeypiehotchner]

The Gambit (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part eleven

Back to our regularly scheduled chaos 🫶🏻

Warnings: angst, reader is just really down on herself in this one sorry guys, Hotch being so strangely sweet for once, but then Hotch being down on himself (these two are a fucking wreck i wish they'd just TALK IT OUT)

Hotch doesn’t give you the day off after this case, but when you walk into the bullpen the next morning, you wish he had. For no particular reason other than you weren’t able to sleep, and dread seems to have made a home in your bones overnight.

And, of course, everyone notices.

“Oh,” Penelope’s frown looks out of place among her bright outfit. You hate that you’re making her frown. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you reply instantly, flashing her a smile. “Just exhausted.”

She doesn’t seem too satisfied with your answer, but wraps you in a hug all the same. “If you need anything, come see me. Okay?”

You squeeze her tightly. “Thanks, Pen.”

She pulls back and lightly pats your cheek. “Anytime.”

Morgan comes sauntering over with his coffee, eyeing you both cautiously. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Nope,” Garcia saves you the grief, turning to rest her hand on Morgan’s shoulder. “Just telling her to come bug me when you guys start boring her to death.”

Derek laughs. “Riiight.”

Garcia heads back to her office with a flourish, something about needing to do her own paperwork to justify all the hacking she did for this last case. You dump your things down at your desk with a sigh.

You try to discreetly look up into Hotch’s office to see if he’s here. When you glance back at Morgan, you see he’s caught you red-handed. 

“Looking for someone?” he smirks.

You roll your eyes, busying yourself with putting your things away. “Is Hotch in yet?”

“Not yet, we’re the early birds today,” Morgan says, propping himself on your desk like he belongs there. “Why?”

I’m trying to avoid him at all costs, why else? “Just curious.”

Morgan hums. “Alright. Well, no, he said he was taking Jack to school this morning, so he’d be in late. You would know that if you didn’t put yourself in time out on the jet yesterday.”

You roll your eyes.

“I’m gonna start up that tally again,” Morgan jokes.

“Be my guest,” you mutter through a small smile.

Morgan goes quiet and that scares you, because you know exactly what’s coming next. Goodbye Joking Friend Morgan, hello Serious Big Brother Derek.

“Hey,” he says, leaning toward you. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

You nod. If only everyone who says that knew that you can’t. “Yeah. I know.”

“‘Kay. Good.” Derek nods as he slides off your desk, returning to his own and leaving you alone.

Reid whirls into the BAU next, nose in a book, nearly taking himself out when he stumbles into Morgan’s desk. So, a typical morning for him.

JJ and Emily come in next, coffees in hand, having run into each other again on their morning commute.

Rossi next, stopping by your desk to ask how you’re doing. He doesn’t press when you say you’re fine and heads up to his office, leaving you alone.

Then, there’s Hotch, who comes in with his phone pressed to his ear, a frown on his face. He doesn’t even glance toward the center of the bullpen as he practically floats up the stairs into his office, shutting the door.

You share looks with the rest of the team. Reid grimaces. He must’ve read his lips through the office window. He goes back to his book without saying anything.

You return to your paperwork, scanning the text. It’s necessary, and you know why you have to do it, but that doesn’t make any of it less boring.

Next to you, Emily leans back in her chair. “You should join us for coffee tomorrow before work.”

You lift your head, your eyes slowly trailing over to her to make sure she’s talking to you. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she smiles. “JJ and I always end up at the same place, we should get there a little early and have breakfast.”

“Uh, hello?” Morgan pipes up, pointing his pencil between himself and Reid. “What about us?”

Emily inhales sharply through her grin. “Sorry, girls only.”

“Alright, I see how it is,” Morgan laughs. He turns to Reid. “Hey kid, wanna get coffee tomorrow?”

“Why?” Reid asks without looking up. “The BAU has free coffee.”

Morgan sighs. “You’re not helping.”

Reid still doesn’t look up, but his lips stretch in that little smirk he always gets when he pushes Morgan’s buttons just for fun.

You turn back to Emily. “I’d love to. Where?”

She lists off the name of the cafe and then pauses, “Oh my god, I need to add you to the group chat.”

“Group chat?” Reid looks up this time. “You guys have a group chat?”

“Girls only,” Emily says again, looking down at her phone.

“Is Garcia in it?” Morgan asks.

“Duh,” Emily replies. “There.”

Your phone buzzes. Emily added you to Women Only. You snort. “Thanks.”

Garcia sends a few hearts and other emojis when she sees you’ve been added to the chat. You laugh quietly before returning to your paperwork, even though you’ve read the same line probably fifty times by now. 

The conversation carries on around you, with Reid even chiming in here and there, but you’re mostly silent. You know it’s unlike you, so you figure it’s a matter of time before one of the profilers calls you out for it.

But they don’t, because they don’t get a chance to.

Hotch calls your name from the second level. You lift your head, eyebrows raising. You find him standing just in the doorway to his office, nodding his head for you to come up.

Just great. Great.

You’re too tired to offer any protests, so you stand immediately, taking your lukewarm coffee with you as you head up the stairs. You don’t need to glance down at the bullpen to know the team’s eyes are on you.

Hotch seems to notice, too, because when you walk into his office, he draws the blinds.

You freeze in the doorway. This can’t be good, if he’s purposefully trying to prevent Reid from lipreading. He normally doesn’t bother.

“Come in,” he says quietly, rounding his desk. “Sit, please.”

You’re being fired. You’re sure of it.

Still, you shut the door, eyeing him warily as you sit across from him. You place your coffee on his desk so you can clasp your hands together.

“So?”

Hotch tilts his head. “So?”

“What’s the reasoning?” you ask. “I’m assuming I’m being transferred or terminated, whatever we’re calling it these days.”

If you aren’t mistaken, his expression seems to soften. Just barely. “I’m not firing you.”

You sit back. “Oh.”

“Why would you think I’m firing you?”

“Why would I not?” you shrug. “We don’t get along, I’ve done nothing but cause problems — that I will admit—”

“Stop,” Hotch almost looks pained as he cuts you off. “Stop. You’re not causing problems by being here.”

You stare at him tiredly. “You know I hate it when you lie to my face.”

“I’ve never lied to you,” he replies, just as tired. “And I’m not lying now.”

You’re not convinced of either of those things. “Okay.”

He sighs, leaning onto his elbows on his desk. “I know we don’t…get along, as you said, but you are a valuable asset to this team.”

“Hotch, my first two cases, both unsubs have gotten away.”

“Is that what this is about?”

You don’t know. You don’t know what any of this is about. “I guess. Look— I’m just not on top of it today. I’m tired.”

“Do you need to go home?”

You glare at him. “No. I said I’m tired, not that I can’t work.”

“Just clarifying,” he mutters, leaning back in his chair to study you. 

It makes you shift uncomfortably in your seat. You hate the way he looks at you, like he knows something about you that you don’t know yet — or that you don’t want to know. Because knowing him, he’ll say it out loud, and then you’ll have to deal with it, and you don’t want to.

You think for a fleeting, terrifying moment that maybe Rossi told him about your father, but Rossi wouldn’t. Right?

“It’s not your fault,” he starts, but he keeps his eyes trained on his desk. “That the unsubs have gotten away. We got Lila back home safely, and that counts for something.”

You hum, uncertain.

“We don’t always catch the unsub,” Hotch continues. “We help where we can, and sometimes that has to be enough.”

“It’s not, though,” you shake your head slowly. “It’s not enough.” You look over at him, that anger still simmering like always. You’re tired, but it doesn’t take much for it to spike again. “I still don’t think we should’ve left them.”

“I did what I thought was right and I stand by—”

“What if it was wrong?”

“I’m not going to sit here and argue what if’s with you,” Hotch snaps, voice firm and tone final. “I don’t have to explain my decisions to you.”

“No,” you reply, pushing yourself to stand up. “But you could at least act like you care about your team’s opinion of you.”

You get to the door before you pause, eyeing the closed blinds. You turn around as you cross your arms over your chest.

“What was it you actually called me in here for?”

Hotch barely shrugs. “I just wanted to check in with you after the conversation we had yesterday.”

You roll your eyes. Highly unlikely that that’s the only thing, but fine. “Sure.”

Hotch sighs tiredly. “Here we go,” he says under his breath.

Might as well tease him. “Just saying,” you give him a wicked look.“You better be careful. Kinda starting to make me think you like me or something.”

He scowls at you. “Go back to work.”

You’re laughing as you leave his office.

+++

Hotch stares at your coffee on the edge of his desk. You forgot to take it with you. He could call you back in here to get it. Or let it get cold and get rid of it later. Or he could take it to you.

He needs a fresh cup anyway.

He grabs his mug in one hand, yours in the other, and heads out of his office. You’re already back at your desk, laughing at something Prentiss said. Hotch feels the corners of his lips trying to tug upward, listening to your laughter. He doesn’t hear it often, especially not like this. Carefree and light. He’s used to the sarcastic, condescending laughter that you usually give him. 

His frown returns with that thought. He’ll never be the cause of this kind of laughter from you. Not as long as you seem to have him at the top of your shit list. It’s been a decade, so he doesn’t expect that to change.

Shaking the thoughts away, he heads down the stairs to drop your mug off on your desk with a silent, “You left this,” like he did with your jacket just over a week ago.

He doesn’t hear you say anything as he strides past you and everyone else to the coffee machine at the edge of the bullpen. 

Hotch loves his team for many things. Their subtlety is not one of them.

He can hear them whispering, all trying to figure out what you and him discussed and why the blinds had to be drawn. None of them believe you when you say it was nothing.

For what Hotch had originally planned, yes, the blinds needed to be drawn. He wanted privacy to ask you about your father.

But how was he supposed to bring up your father when your first thought was that you were being fired? When your first thought is that you’re doing more harm than good by being here?

Regardless of how much pleasure you seem to find in pushing his buttons, he couldn’t let a member of his team go without addressing those kinds of thoughts. You’re a valuable addition to this team. If you weren’t, you never would’ve been hired by Strauss, let alone by him.

It’s bad luck, sure, that these last two cases haven’t ended the way they’d like. But that’s no one’s fault, and certainly not yours alone. It just happens. They can’t save everyone, solve every case quickly and easily. Nothing is neat and tied in a bow in this field. He needs you to understand that. Because if you don’t, you won’t survive. 

And he needs you to survive.

Hotch turns around to head back to his office, pausing to raise an eyebrow when his team scrambles cartoon-style to “act natural” — as if he has no clue they weren’t watching him.

He loves this team, he does. He shakes his head as he walks around them.

He feels your eyes on him, though, as he ascends the stairs. He glances down at you and you avert your eyes masterfully. If he didn’t know you so well, he wouldn’t have known you were watching him.

Hotch is too busy looking at you to notice Rossi has stepped out of his own office, and the older man gives Hotch an equally skeptical look when Hotch nearly crashes into him.

Rossi follows Hotch into his office, shutting the door behind him.

“What’s with all the secrecy today?” Rossi asks, gesturing to the closed blinds, tugging one down with a smirk as he makes eye contact with Prentiss. He lets it snap back into place.

“Nothing,” Hotch replies, settling back down at his desk. “You can open them.”

Rossi doesn’t.

Instead, he stands in front of Aaron’s desk, hands shoved in his pockets. “Did you tell her?”

“She’s still here, so obviously I didn’t,” Hotch mutters, looking up at his friend. “Why?”

“Just curious,” Rossi says, turning to open the blinds.

Unsurprisingly, the entire team, except for you, is caught in their attempted eavesdropping. Rossi laughs as he turns back around to face Aaron.

“Warn me before you do? I’d like some time to prepare to get out of here before you get a chair thrown in your face,” Rossi says.

Hotch stares at him. A chair will be the least of his worries when he eventually confronts you.

His eyes flick to you down in the bullpen, focused and content, swatting Morgan away when he tries to toss balls of paper at your head. Hotch doesn’t want to ruin this, the joy you’ve found here. 

But ever since the first day you met, that’s all Hotch has known how to do. Say the wrong thing and make you hate him. Over and over. 

It’s no wonder you push his buttons so much and fight so hard to get under his skin. It’s not like he can’t understand. It’s a vicious cycle with the two of you, and there’s no way out.

At least not one where no one gets hurt.

[itslusii]

Dead Poets as Kids

-Meeks knew how to read and write before everyone else in his grade. This boy would read himself to sleep ☹️. Not that his mom didn’t want to, but he insisted on being a big boy and doing it himself! We love an independent king.

-Knox and Charlie were neighbors and were kind of forced to be friends, but they eventually got used to each other’s company.

-I have a feeling Knox is a middle child (wild take, but hear me out). He has an older and a younger sister, but he’s the only boy. That would make him closer to his dad, leaving the girls closer to their mom.

-Neil was such a messy kid—one of those little boys who always had messy hair and food around his mouth. Despite his mom’s constant efforts to keep him clean, he would get dirty again in no time. But that didn’t stop him from having fun!

-Todd had imaginary friends. Yes, I know that sounds sad, but as someone who had imaginary friends, it really isn’t! He talked to them regularly and told his mom about how they encouraged him to be braver and make more friends ☹️😭.

-Pitts, as the lovely @/goodnightbirdy said, was raised by his grandmother. No, his parents weren’t dead, but they worked too much and didn’t have the time to be with him all the time. And yes, I said “them” because Pitts is the only one in the group who, canon or not, seems to actually have siblings. And there are a lot of them! He’s in the middle but is the oldest of the boys.

-With Charlie, we know he has a little sister. Oh god, this man is SO older-brother coded. He asked for a little brother for so long, and after his mom got pregnant, he was so excited. When he found out it was a girl, he was a bit disappointed at first, but then he loved her. He played with her, and eventually, as they both grew older, she started to pick up on his attitude. He slowly realized he had created a little monster—but a monster, nonetheless.

-Cameron is really difficult for me—not because I hate him, noooo! But he reminds me of a boy from my high school who was the ex-boyfriend of my friend, so we didn’t like him one bit. Anyways! In the movie, he said he loved the clarinet, and that’s because one of his neighbors used to play it all afternoon in his neighborhood. He always wanted to learn, but his parents couldn’t stand the noise, so he never really got the chance to play.

-Neil and Charlie were each other’s first roommates!!!! They were super messy and had dirty socks and laundry lying around everywhere. It got so bad that one time Knox stepped into their room and gagged so hard they thought he was going to puke. After that, they became a little more cautious about cleaning their room.

-Meeks and Knox were also each other’s first roommates!!!! Now, to me, this is an interesting duo. I feel like Knox was extremely talented at folding clothes, and Meeks wasn’t. One day, Meeks was way too desperate to fold his laundry but didn’t want to ask Knox for help, even though Knox clearly knew what he was doing. Knox noticed the mess Meeks left once he stepped out of the room and folded everything for him! Such cuties 😭.

-Now! If you hadn’t guessed, Pitts and Cameron were each other’s first roommates!!!

Wow, what a surprise.

• Cameron = only child / Pitts = too many siblings.

At first, they were not compatible at all. Over time, though, Pitts started seeing Cameron as one of his siblings and did the same things he did with his brothers—tying his shoelaces together, wrinkling his freshly made bed, or hiding his things. But don’t think for one second that Pitts did these things out of malice—no! It was his way of showing warmth and respect for Cameron. And Cameron didn’t mind because, eventually, he got the hang of it.

[dexastres]

anchor

jude bellingham x black reader

summary : jude calls his ex in the middle of the night because he can’t sleep

warning : angst

wc : 860

2:00 a.m.

Jude lay in his bed, restless, unable to escape his thoughts. Outside, the rain pounded on his window, matching the storm in his mind. Each thought was lost in shadow, silence, and fear. Sleepless nights had become commonplace for him. He couldn’t close his eyes, even for a second, knowing he’d have the same nightmare again. But it wasn’t just a dream. It was more than that, it slowly became his reality. Whether Jude was sleeping or awake, there was no escape from his nightmares. They were chasing him day and night, without leaving him a second to breathe. They were consuming all his energy.

Jude sat on his bed while a tear rolled down his cheek. He wiped it and faced the empty side of his bed. Four months had passed since his ex broke up with him. Her scent had faded from the pillow, a painful reminder of her absence. She didn’t need him in her life and had found happiness somewhere else, far from the cameras, the rumours, the lies and the empty promises. She was happier than ever, but with another man.

“I’m sorry.” Jude whispered, but his words caught in his throat. “I’m so sorry, Enya. Why did I do that? I’m such an idiot.”

His eyes lingered on his bedside table, where he reached for his phone with his trembling hand. He scrolled through his messages. The most recent ones were from his brother, his teammates, and his friends, all asking if he was doing well. He didn't even know how he was feeling, so he kept scrolling because he didn’t know what to answer.

Despite the joyful persona he showed the world, the young man died a little each day. The facade he created to protect himself was slowly crumbling as the guilt gnawed at him inside. The fatigue was only catching up to him, and his injured shoulder didn’t do his performances any favours.

Jude opened his messages with Enya. His heart clenched as he read their last conversation before everything fell apart. He typed the words he wished he had said to her back then, although he doubted she would read them. She had moved on and left him behind, lost in the memories of what they once shared.

“I’m sorry for everything I did. You deserve someone who will treat you right, and I failed to do it. I regret everything.”

“I still love you and I miss you, Enya.” Jude whispered and brought the phone to his ear, feeling a lump in his stomach and a dry throat. He knew better, but didn’t care. Was he being selfish? Yes, but the temptation was too strong. He needed to hear her voice, even if it was from her voicemail.

“What if she changed her number? I’ll look stupid if that’s the case. Maybe I should…” Right before he could change his mind, he heard Enya’s tired voice.

“Hello?” Jude froze. He couldn’t believe she answered.

“Hello?” Enya asked again, but this time, the irritation in her voice became apparent. Jude opened his mouth, but no words came out. A storm of emotions rose within him.

“Hi.” He finally said in a barely audible voice.

“Jude? Why are you calling me this late?” Her irritation was growing with each passing second, but Jude couldn’t blame her. Enya had every reason to resent him. “We haven’t talked in four months, and you’re suddenly calling me in the middle of the night. What’s wrong with you?”

The Englishman remained silent. He couldn’t let her know the truth. He didn’t want Enya to know how lost and miserable he was without her. He didn’t want her to know that he spent his days thinking about her, wishing he could go back and undo everything.

“Cat got your tongue?” Enya sighed. She wanted to hang up, sensing that she was wasting time, but a part of her couldn’t bring herself to do it. She still wanted to hear his voice, to know what he had to say, even though it wouldn’t lead to anything.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you up. I was reading our old conversation and felt like I should reach out to you. I saw your pictures with your boyfriend. You look good together. Congratulations.” Jude tried to keep his voice steady, but it didn’t seem to work. Enya could hear his pain. The young man felt the tears well up and let them flow silently.

“Jude? Are you crying?” Enya asked softly.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have called you, goodnight, Enya.” He wiped his tears before ending the call.

2:45 a.m.

Jude stared at the ceiling, feeling emptier than ever. “It was a bad idea.” He mumbled as he reached for his phone again. His eyes widened when he saw the message Enya sent him, and his face broke into a smile, despite his efforts to suppress it.

“In case you’re wondering, I’m not with him anymore.” He wanted to answer, but exhaustion had taken over his body. Jude closed his eyes, and for the first time in four months, he didn’t have nightmares.

[semihearts]

Flashbacks

Pairing: Nam-gyu x reader

Summary: Thanos and Se-mi help Nam-gyu understand his feelings, and in their own way, they made it work for you two.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hope you like this one, feel free to leave suggestions and opinions, sorry for any mistakes!

ꦿᩙ ✿ֵྀ♩

When Thanos spoke to Namgyu about Y/n and his obvious crush, he just scoffed and ignored it. But when he caught himself getting out of his way to help you during Mingle, he knew something definitely wasn’t right.

During lunch time, Namgyu sat on the stairs close to his bed, trying to understand his feelings and deal with them. Out of nowhere Se-mi and Thanos popped up and invited themselves to eat together .

“Bro I didn’t know that saying that shit about Y/n would make you go mental” said Thanos who was already giggling like a high schooler with Se-mi. “Wouldn’t take you for the romantic type but I guess you’re full of surprises” .

‘’You fuckers, tell me at least one time I acted like I was into her or something”. Namgyu said.

“We could make a thread on twitter with all the moments, if I had my phone I swear I would do it”! Semi said, laughing along with Thanos.

“Well, lets start the flashbacks! I say one and then Semi says another”.

- Bro when you changed beds with her because she was afraid of heights and wanted to be closer to the ground.

- When you stopped being an idiot for once and helped her go to the bathroom after one of the guards were denying it during lights out.

- Man!! Remember when you gave her your coat in the middle of the night because she was feeling cold? I bet you thought we didn’t know about this one right?

- Uh lemme think… Oh you tied her shoes before Mingle started.

- Good one Se-mi.. that reminds me that you chose HER to be your duo during Mingle, I had to find someone else to pair up with!!

- Last but not least of our list is… last night you didn’t sleep so you could protect her during lights out. I BET you had no idea that we knew about this one too right? You’re cooked Nam-gyu!!

“ Enough shit heads, need to go to the bathroom, bro you comin?”

And just like that both of them went to the bathroom, the problem? They got in the feminine one.

“I told you bro, I don’t fall in love, how does that even work?’

“Nam-gyu my man, you don’t have to understand it, you have to feel it, you know?”

“good one bro- what the fuck-‘

Thanos ran into one of the stalls leaving Namgyu alone, confused he looked behind, and that’s when he saw you.

“ Uh… why are you here’’ ‘’ I don’t know I swear- we were just talking about you-“ “We? We who? And what were you talking about me?” “basically he’s in love with you’ a voice coming from one of the stalls said ( and you definitely knew who it was from).

“ Dude what the fuck?? Ignore him’’.

“ is it true?” “ I mean, I don’t know, they made like a flashback thing and they said stuff that I didn’t even realized, I never really loved someone before and I don’t know how it works-“ “ You don’t have to understand it, you have to feel it-“ “Shut up Thanos!”you both said in unison.

“ Look Namgyu, this isn’t the right place to fall in love but we can try to make this work, what do you think?”

Love is beautiful right? You were about to kiss him when you heard a loud bang coming from the stalls. You both thought that Thanos was leaving the bathroom, but when you looked at him, he went to wash his hands.

“ I swear i’ll be really quick”.

“Just fuck off bro!!”.

[i-dared-myself]

Avoidance of Spiraling

Stray Kids x reader

Requested by @lynni3x: wanted to see if you could do reader had struggled with depression? Maybe it went away and something that staff mentioned triggered it, like saying she wasnt gokd enough but then one of the members over hear it and comfort her, slong with everyone else,

You wipe your forehead off on a towel, glad to have practise finally over. It’s been gruelling lately, with times going far into the night. Chan tries to not overwork the group, but it can’t be helped sometimes.

You see Felix and Seungmin in the corner, giggling about something stupid probably. You’re happy that they’re still enjoying themselves.

You, on the other hand, have always found the long nights tiring. On your body of course, but also on your mind. 

You need your moments of rest to remain in the right headspace. The relaxing times to yourself, or lighthearted times with the other members always help you. When you don’t get your spare time, it has a major impact on your mental health.

You’ve been okay so far, making it through the recent comeback with no issues depression wise, but there’s always the worry in the back of your mind. What if you go spiralling? What if what little free time gets taken away?

Changbin bumps elbows with you, nudging you gently. “What’s up? You have a look on your face.”

You shake your head. “I’m fine. Are we done yet?”

“Yeah,” he answers, uncapping his water bottle. “You tired?”

You roll your shoulders out. “And sore. Very sore.”

“You could always ask Chan for a massage,” Changbin says, gaze flicking over to said leader. “He’s always happy to please.”

You hum at the thought, slipping your jacket on. “Maybe. Are you heading home now?”

“Yeah,” Changbin replies. He squeezes your shoulder, smiling softly at you. “You can sit on my lap and sleep when we get home.”

Car rides always made you sleepy, and being on Changbin’s lap after made your rest even deeper. There was nothing quite like a cuddle nap.

You grin excitedly. “I’ll take you up on that.”

“If I don’t get there first!” Jisung jokes, smiling broadly. He giggles to himself when Changbin flashes him an irritated look.

“Meet you in the van,” Changbin mutters to you as he wanders off. Jisung follows close behind, bickering with Hyunjin about something.

You reach for your phone on the table, glancing up at a staff member. She has silky hair and a grimace directed at you.

“Uh, hi,” you awkwardly say to her.

She forces a smile. “Should I tell the driver to wait for you or to go home now, because…”

“Because what?” You stand up straighter, shifting between feet.

“Because you need the extra practise,” she says, voice cold. “Did you not know that?”

You swallow thickly. “Excuse me?”

She flicks some hair over her shoulder. “You’re not as smooth as them. You’re not as fluid.”

You blink and stare down at the floor. You need to fix this. If you stay two more hours tonight, you can practise. Then you’ll get at least five hours of sleep before up for tomorrow.

You would be giving up your time, but it’s okay. If you need to extra work you can push through.

“So what do you want me tell the driver?” she impatiently asks.

You chew the tip of your finger nervously. “Uh- I- I’m staying. I’ll be practising more.”

Jeongin clears his throat, his usual bright smile weak. “Um, no?”

“What?” You turn to face him, eyebrows shooting up. It’s not often that he puts himself into these situations.

“You should come home.” Jeongin fidgets, avoiding eye contact with the staff member. “You don’t need the extra practise.”

There’s something tightening in your chest. It’s reminiscent of affection, but there’s too much whirling in your head to fully comprehend the implications.

“You’re great, and some people are just difficult,” he pleasantly says. He holds his hand out for you to take. “Now let’s go home.”

You feel nauseous. “But what if I’m not good enough? What if I need the extra practise and it’ll take away my spare time and I won’t relax and-“

“Listen,” Jeongin softly says, breaking through your spiral. “You’re okay. You’ll still get your time to yourself. Just breathe.”

You sniffle and nod, wiping at your eyes. “But what if-“

“None of that,” Jeongin scolds, not harshly, but sharp enough to draw you from your panicking state. “Let’s go home. I promise you that you’re doing great.”

You take a shuddering breath and clasp his hand with yours. He tugs you along with him, swinging your arms wildly. It elicits a small laugh from you, which causes his eyes to scrunch up on joy.

The others are aware of your depression, and what triggers it, but it’s always nice to know that they remember. That they remember what can help you through these moments before it leads to depression.

Jeongin’s squeezes your hand, dragging you from your thoughts. “Looking forward to sleeping on Changbin?”

You flash him a look that you hope expresses how grateful you are for him. “Yes. I might even drool on him.”

He laughs. “You’re lucky he’s not Hyunjin.”

The van is in sight now, the door open for you. Your hand is only released once you’re in your seat, and Jeongin leans down to buckle you in.

“I’ve got it,” you say, but you let him do it.

He pats your thigh as he pulls away, settling into his seat. “Chan, a staff member was mean to her.”

“Who was it?” Minho’s eyes glint darkly and he shifts in his seat. “Was it that guy who was staring at your legs? Because I noticed him.”

“What? No.” You shake your head and relax into your seat. “It really doesn’t matter.”

“Want a massage later?” Chan calls from the driver’s seat. “I heard that you’re sore.”

You grin excitedly. “Yes please.”

Seungmin gazes out the window. “It’s not too late to turn around and beat someone up.”

“We if you could take someone in a fight,” Hyunjin scoffs. 

“What, like you can?” Felix’s lips lift into a mocking smile. “I’ve seen you cry because you stubbed your toe.”

Hyunjin crosses his arms. “You don’t know.”

“I think we all know,” Chan remarks. “But it’s okay, Hyunjin. We love you anyways.”

You let your head drift to Jisung’s shoulder. “I believe in you, Hyunjin. You could do it.”

They all start arguing about who would be the best in a fight. You don’t say anything else, because you know it would be you. 

Then you arrive at the dorms, and Hyunjin’s fingers are laced with yours. He insists it’s because he doesn’t want you tripping, but you feel his thumb moving in circles on your skin.

You change into your pyjamas, finding Jisung outside your room. He wordlessly holds out a Quokka for you, and you clutch it to your chest.

“Hurry up!” Changbin yells from somewhere. “We have a shitty drama to watch!”

You and Jisung sprint into the living room, met with the scene of the members spread out across the room. Practically every spot is taken, so you settle into Changbin’s lap.

You make it about halfway through an episode of some amnesia based show before almost falling asleep. You have the best pillow of all and the most comforting friends, even though you’re aware that Minho is gone.

You jerk back into full consciousness. “Where Minho?”

“I’m not sure…” Felix frowns. “He left a couple minutes ago I think.”

Seungmin stands up and stretches. “I’ll find a shovel.”

Chan’s eyebrows pull together in confusion. “Why? Why do we need a shovel?”

“Oh, poor, stupid Chan.” Seungmin sighs and clicks his tongue. “Put two and two together.”

Chan narrows his eyes. “Watch your tongue- Oh. Oh no.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Is our yard big enough for a body without hitting a waterline when we dig?”

“I’ll check the blueprints.” Jisung gets to his feet with a weary sigh.

“Hey, maybe he just went out for cupcakes,” Jeongin argues. “You don’t know for certain that he’s going to kill someone.”

“I’ll give you my entire bank account if he walks in here with cupcakes,” Seungmin seriously says. 

“Okay, we’ll see then.” Jeongin lifts his chin.

Minho did not return with cupcakes. He also didn’t come back with a body.

Instead, he puts his cat on your lap with a warning to not make her unhappy.

And you melt into a pile of goo at the cute kitty, and also how much you cared for them all and how much they care for you.

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@velvetmoonlght @jinnie-ret @hansmic @imeverycliche

[lostintransist]

Hell's Spawn | Do You Think My Boot Would Fit Up Your Ass?

Part 1 | AO3

CW: Minor burns, exhaustion

Krueger witnessing your relationship death, a marlin gasping for air on the deck of a boat, flashed through your mind at least once a day. Like the white man ripping the great beast from the depths, he witnessed your ending when nature intended it to be a quiet affair.

Ruminating didn’t help you feel better. Planning though? That helped. Krueger seemed, and let’s be honest all four of them, seemed to thrive on attention. Horangi didn’t piss you off, though he did seem to flourish under the smiles you gave him. Since it pissed off his teammates it made it all the more appealing to do. Krueger would be getting no attention whatsoever and if the cafe was empty you might invite one of them into the kitchen. Thinking it over Horangi wouldn’t irritate him badly enough but Nikto had yet to give you anything to work with other than the fact he liked to stare at your ass. That left König.

The lip curl that the thought of inviting König behind the counter brought nearly made you reconsider the plan. Each man reminded you of a war machine. It helped that you knew they were actually often in war zones since your boss’s boyfriends did the same thing for the UK government. König though? He commanded the machines and he was a pig about women.

The snide comments about being in the kitchen where women belong, or about needing a man to take care of you had you grinding your teeth to not rip into him. Each time he came in it got worse. He only ever commented in front of other customers. Maybe he wanted to rile you up and see what finally made you snap; almost as if he were twisting a wind-up doll a click too far. Taking a ceramic cup to his face, even if you could reasonably patch it back up, would life harder. Your boss knew how these men could be but you doubted her leniency would bend that far.

Already rubbing your eyes and wishing for close at ten you fought back a groan when the door opened and they arrived. The shop had been dead. A Tuesday after a bunch of recruits shipped off to different bases, the bars were also pretty quiet. You called to check, if you went two hours without a customer you could close up early. Ten-fifteen would have been two hours.

“Y’all have the worst fucking timing you know that? I was fifteen minutes away from being able to lock up early and actually get to sleep in my own bed tonight.”

König, the cocky bastard, had to comment.

“You could sleep in my bed,” his eyes drifted over the parts of you he could see over the counter.

“Anyone else have any…pleasant…offers?”

Horangi laughed while both Nikto and Krueger stared daggers at König.

“You know what? Nikto, go and lock the door. Flip the sign-off while you’re at it. If we don’t have anyone here beyond you four we aren’t getting anyone else tonight.” Waving your hand you gestured for them to go and sit. “I’ll have your drinks out soon.”

“Think about us often? Have our drinks memorized,” Krueger settled his hands in his pockets.

“Know what? König, come and help me in the kitchen. The rest of you go sit,” you turned as you finished speaking.

For being such a persistent asshole the possibility of an opportunity seemed a bit hard for him to grasp. Keeping your eyes on your task of readying four cups for black coffee you wait until the others have shuffled off to the table before addressing him again.

“Do you not fit through the opening?”

Your snarky question sets him in motion. He ducks slightly as he enters the kitchen. The headspace opened back up again for him.

“I know somewhere that would be a tight fit.” The insinuation couldn’t go unchallenged.

“Do you think my boot would fit up your ass? These babies are pretty large for a woman,” you lift your foot, showing off your resoled boots that are laced up over your ankles. The dark red leather needed to be buffed again. “You’re such a big asshole I bet it will fit with enough force.”

Before König can fire off a rebuttal Horagi appears, ducking into the kitchen.

“As interesting as that would be to see,” he scans the room and heads to the corner where a stool has been collecting dust. His interruption is enough to stop you from committing to inserting something without a flared base.

“I am going to run these out and then will come back and teach you how to make me a latte,” you fill the tray with two black coffees, creamer and sugar. The two of them are still on the counter. “If you’re going to insist on continuing to bother me at work the least you can do is learn how to make me something.”

Lifting the tray you leave the room, ignoring the snarling behind you about how König is a man and can make a damn latte. Leaving the kitchen and turning the corner you find Krueger and Nikto set up at a table halfway across the cafe. Both men tracked you as you walked closer. The clattering of metal on tile reached your ears as the tray touched the table.

Cursing you turn away from the man who had yet to speak to you and the one who needed to be ignored and head back into the kitchen.

How that man managed to create such chaos in the moments you were gone will forever astound you. The steamer blasted, milk lay splattered on the floor, a metal cup in the puddle, and König stood with a hand cradled to his chest. Without a word, you start to fix the problems he created by his inability to wait.

Leaning over the puddle you turn off the steamer, silence now the dominant sound in the space. Stepping on dry patches of the floor you use a technique your mom always used when you were small to force your body to move. Settling your thumb over the meat of König’s uninjured hand you twist, pinching the nerves in the wrist. The big man had little flexibility in his wrist; he moved where you aimed him.

Forcing him to stand next to the handwashing sink, you turn the water on. When the water runs tepid, nearly body temperature you shove his hand under it. The whole of his palm is an angry red. Bastard must have held the cup around the sides instead of the tiny handle. Once he is settled you head further back into the kitchen and ready the mop. Might as well mop the whole floor and check that off the closing duties list. Once the bucket is ready you wheel it out and grab the first aid kit on the way.

You drop the kit on the counter and begin by mopping up the milk mess and working your way over to Horangi.

“Can I have your number?” He asks from the stool he commandeered in the corner of the kitchen.

“Sure. Pass me your phone?”

Holding Horangi’s phone in your hand you glance at König. A silent alarm had been triggered in your brain. He is where you left him, handheld under the running water. Eyes like shards of glacial blue stab at you across the kitchen.

“What? Keep your hand under the water for two more minutes,” you point with your chin and turn back to your task.

Four numbers are entered before his low muttering has you turning fully around to yell at him.

“I can’t hear you. If you have something nasty to say, speak up!”

König glares at you, your ugly stare comes out to match. A three-count passes before he admits defeat and looks down at his hand. You can only imagine at the mulish look splattered across his face. Looking back to the phone you erase the number you already entered and angrily slam your thumbs on the screen.

“That’s what I thought. If you want my number you gotta fix those misogynistic attitudes. When you can look at me and see a person and not a dick hole, I’ll think about discussing it.”

Number entered you pass the phone back to Horangi, who watches you with amusement in the lift of his cheeks beneath his mask and the tilt of his brows.

“What?” You snap at him.

He lifts both hands, one still holding the phone.

“Nothing. Never seen anyone put our colonel in his place so easily.” He is grinning even as he says it.

Without turning to look at him you point back at König, intention in every line of your body.

“He wants to touch, he pisses me off for no fucking reason, I would break him like a twig if his wrist weren’t the size of my ankle. He will behave because otherwise he will get ignored like Krueger is right now.”

“What did he do?” Horangi is gleeful as comprehension lights his eyes.

“None of your fucking business.”

Horangi’s eyes slide from your face to König’s in that sly kind of conversation that happens when you learn to speak the unspoken with another person. Snapping your hand before his gaze you lean forward.

“Fucker, if you don’t include me in conversations about me I will stop being nice to you.”

He stands, looming over you. Man could kill you but you would leave psychic wounds before you quit breathing. You had learned weapons as words at the breast of a narcissist. Four, five, six seconds pass and the only sound is that of the running water cooling König’s burn.

“You done?” Lifting a brow at him you settle your hands on your hips.

König busts into a small laugh behind you and Horangi is once again your friend and not a killer who leaves only a red mist behind him.

“She would survive a battalion of grandmothers.”

Horangi snorts and rolls his eyes before addressing you.

“We weren’t discussing you, but Krueger. He has been snappish since we were here last. Gotten into more fights and training harder than is needed,” he looks you up and down. “Seems you are the reason for the change in him.”

Humming you turn and head toward König, grabbing a towel along the way. You lower the water pressure before forcing his burned hand where you want it. Scrubbing your hands clean you rinse the soap before washing his. Rinsing the suds off you kill the water.

“I told Krueger to quit smoking, he smelled like a men’s bathroom.” All your focus is on patting dry the bubble without rupturing it.

König and Horangi both muttered something under their breaths, but the conflicting sounds of Austrian German and Korean entered your ears as verbal spaghetti.

Slathering petroleum jelly along the wound you lay a sterile bandage across it and wrap it with a layer of cohesive bandage. Why the fuck was there cohesive bandage in the first aid kit? Setting that thought aside for later you rub your eyes again. Uncaring of the deep pressure that caused lights to ignite in your eyes you knew if they didn’t leave soon you would end up falling asleep on the office floor.

“Leave that on tonight and follow up with your provider tomorrow. Now get out of the kitchen I need to finish closing duties. I can’t mop the floor if you are going to walk all over it.”

“Why do you ignore Nikto?” Horangi asked. Neither of them moved.

Lifting your hands away you take several seconds to blink away the vision issues.

“I’m not ignoring him, but if he doesn’t say anything I’m not willing to start a conversation.”

Both men give a grunt of confirmation and squeak across the floors as they leave the kitchen. Thankfully most of your closing duties were done and anything you couldn’t reasonably get to you would text Quinn a heads up. He offered often to help since he knew how hard you were working to get through school. Said his sister was in her first year of med school and wished he could help her more.

That last blink must have taken a long time because when you open your eyes again all four men are watching you from beyond the display glass.

König spoke for the group.

“John will be here soon to drive you home. Nikto sanitized all your tables.”

Another slow blink.

“Kay,” pushing off the counter you didn’t realize you had leaned against, you gesture for them all to move out the door.

The lock clicking home is your queue to turn and lay your head down on a cleaned table, John would come in when he arrived. He had a key. It wouldn’t be the first time one of your boss’ guys had driven you home due to exhaustion.

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