#I'll check the tags when I'm a little less busy!

[s0urw00lf]

Imagine Spencer and Hotch having to bail you out of jail

You actually couldn't believe this. You, an FBI agent, were just thrown in jail for defending yourself from a man grabbing your ass in a clothing shop of all places.��

You were minding your business, walking through the many aisles looking for clothes for spencer. He kept mentioning that he needs to get some new clothing items but wouldn't make time to do it himself, and thanks to hotch you had a small break from work thanks to an incident from the last case that left you injured.

Your eyes laid on a sweater that seemed like it called Spencer's name, it was grey and had little orange, green and red leaves scattered around. It wasn't something he'd wear for work, but he would love it for his off days. You smiled dropping the sweater into your cart when you felt something harshly grab your ass. Without thinking you whipped around punching the person in the face. Hard. 

He fell to the ground as you shook the pain out of your hand it’d seemed to be just your luck when a security guard approached you “ma’am please turn around and put your hands behind your head” he spoke. You looked at him with shock, had he not seen the man grab you. “What no i'm not gonna-“ he harshly grabbed your wrists turning you so he could grab your other one “what the hell is wrong with you” you seethed “he just assaulted me and im getting arrested?”

He began reciting you your rights, you scoffed cutting him off “fuck off i know my rights im an fbi agent.” You seethed. The man paused, “let me see some id” he said. You rolled your eyes incredulously “my hands are bound together sir, check in my bag” you sighed.

he went through your bag and you noticed the small smile on the man you’d punched face as he got up and ran. Not only was he arresting you wrongfully but he’d just let another suspect go, who the hell were they hiring in this place.

”ma’am there’s no id in here” he said. Your eyebrows winched together “wha- how is my id not-“ “you don't look old enough to be fbi anyway” he said hauling you out of the store, not paying any mind to the staring customers. 

At the police station they’d put you in the system and given you your one phone call. Of course you called hotch. The phone only rang briefly before you heard Hotch’s voice ring out “agent hotchner” he answered. 

You sighed “hotch its y/n i need help” you muttered awkwardly. “Y/n? Why are you in jail?” His voice showed a small sign of worry. 

“I was at the mall and some guy grabbed my… butt. So I punched him in the face and security saw, arrested me and let the other guy go. And they don’t believe im fbi, not that it should matter because it was self defense” you explained glaring at the cop who looked like she could care less. 

“They arrested you for self defense?” He asked, sounding like he was just making sure he heard what he thought he heard, you nodded, even though he couldn’t see you “yeah and the guy got away.” 

“Where were you, what store?” He asked, “uh im not sure I wasn’t really paying attention.” You answered. There was a shuffling on the other end before hotch spoke again “i'll be there in fifteen minutes, and i cant promise Spencer wont tag along either” he said warning you. You chuckled the smallest bit “I wouldn't expect him not to”

hotch hung up after that and exited his office where the rest of the team sat talking “y/n’s been arrested” he said, catching the team's attention. Spencer immediately stood up “what why?”

Hotch explained to the team what you told him over the phone and that he was on his way over to get you out, Spencer made it known that he was coming with him. Before he and Spencer set off he set off he told the rest of the team to find out who the guy was. 

When hotch and Spencer arrived you’d already been put in a cell, thank god you hadn’t had to put on the orange suit yet. 

“Your interfering with a police investigation.” The lady spoke to hotch. “I understand but you have an FBI agent wrongfully detained” Hotch said in his usual calm manner. 

“Sir with all due-“ “agent l/n was assaulted in public, not only did you fail to make sure you made the correct arrest, you let the other person involved go. So that makes this an open case until we find that man, which also means she’s free to go, unless you’d like to hold her for 48 hours which I highly advise against” hotch said, giving the shower woman a glare. 

Spencer stood behind him fidgeting nervously, hotch told him to let him take the lead much to Spencer’s dismay but he knew hotch was right and he’d probably turn the police station upside down if he was the one you’d called. 

The lady looked between the two tall, intimidating agents and sighed. “Follow me” she said, walking towards where they kept un-processed prisoners. 

When Spencer’s eyes finally set on you he rushed passed hotch and the officer “y/n” he called catching your attention you looked up and saw him come into view “Spencer, you came, thank god” you stood up walking to the barred entrance. “Of course I did” he said. 

The cop pulled out her keys with a sigh “lucky day agent. You're free to go” she unlocked the cell door and Spencer pulled you into his arms “your okay he didn't hurt you?” He asked, pulling away to inspect you. “I think he ran away with more bruises than me,” you joked. Neither hotch nor Spencer found your joke funny. 

You coughed awkwardly turning to hotch “thanks for coming” you gave him a bashful smile. Hotch gave you a rare smile in return “of course” he said. Spencer grabbed your hand “we should get back to the bau and see if they came up with anything. Do you want me to take you home?” He asked you. 

You shook your head “no i was groped not shot i can handle going in” you answered. Hotch gave you a look and you weren’t sure what it meant, you just knew it was a warning. 

When you all arrived back at the bau you were completely surrounded by your team bombarding you with hugs and questions ‘are you okay’ ‘did he hurt you’ ‘I’m gonna nail this bastard when i get a hit’ you smiled at their worry, feeling grateful you were surrounded by people who cared as much as they did.

 “guys i'm okay, i just want to find this guy, there’s no telling how many other women he's done this to” you said. 

Emily stepped forward “i'm glad you said that, i got this just before you came in but they’ve got a description of the man, that shopping center seems to be a hotspot for him”

Hotch nodded, “Garcia, what do you have?” 

“Sir i got the security footage but I wasn’t able to nail him because his back was towards the camera so I’m going through all of the mall's security cameras to see if we can find him” Garcia rambled her colorful pen wailing around with her hand. 

“Okay let's get to work” hotch says and the group dissipated back to their respective seats to show.

It wasn't long before Garcia had the man's name and address, hotch, Rossi and Derek insisted on you staying at the bau while they went to make the arrest, much to your dismay but you probably would’ve hit him again for causing you to have a shitty day.

After everything was said and done, hotch sent you and Spencer home and Spencer was being way more clingy than usual. “You okay?” You asked him as he laid his head on the nape of your neck. He nodded “yeah, i was just so worried when hotch told me you got arrested. I thought something bad happened”  his breath fanned over your chest. You smiled, “Spence, I'm okay, I promise.” You whispered softly. He lifted his head from your neck showing his gentle hazel eyes “i wish i was there to protect you” he pouted

you tilted your head “Spence this isn’t your fault, if you were there he probably wouldn’t have done it anyway. Saved a lot of women from it happening to them because you weren’t there” you caressed his face. He leaned into your hand “but you shouldn’t have had to” 

you nodded “no, but that’s what we're here for right?” You asked. He begrudgingly nodded “and we protect the people who cant protect themselves, even if it comes with a price. I’m okay Spencer i swear” you said pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He smiled when you pulled away “I should be the one comforting you, you know?” He joked, making you laugh a little.

 “Comfort me by holding me” you said and he wasted no time bringing you into his arms. The two of you sat like that until you fell asleep and Spencer still sat awake imagining what he would’ve done to protect you. It definitely wouldn’t have been legal.

AN: Thank you @cheriesbucky for letting me use your idea i hope you like it

[ziminy]

Run little butterfly

You were trying to run from home when you met him, disappearing from his side just the way you appeared next to him, in a dramatic way out of nowhere. And now that he found you, he won't let you go ever again.

Tags: smut, ageless blogs do not interact, f!Cinderella reader, king!sukuna, true form sukuna, Sukuna's hand mouth (you'll see what I'm talking about), oral (m and f receiving), first time, fingering, creampie, crying, double penetration, two dicks kuna, Sukuna being a little bit too obsessed with you, jealousy, Sukuna haves a harem,

Author's note: this is a last minute fic I came up with to not leave sukuna out this year's list. Don't worry bbg, I'll never forget about you😘

Masterlist kinktober masterlist

You were the only child of a small noble house. You grew up enjoying the little's of life, trying to understand the beauty of it and the people next to you.

Your father was gone most of the time since he was traveling for work. You had your mother next to you, making you feel less sad and looking forward for the next day to come.

But your happiness didn't lasted for long, because your mother fell ill. And not long after that, she unfortunately passed away, leaving you and your father all alone.

It was sad, your favorite person in the world disappearing just in a blink of an eye.

You didn't even had time to mourn her death and your father remarried, bringing home a woman you never saw in your life and two other kids who happened to be the same age as you.

You were ignored most of the time, your father gone and your new mother couldn't give a single fuck about what you were doing.

You wished you could go back in time when no one would look in your direction. Because the moment your father also passed away, your life did a 180.

Everything happened way to fast, losing your family, now even the servants leaving because that woman was refusing to pay them. You were also moved to the attic.

You couldn't catch a single break since that woman and her daughters were mistreating you everyday.

You stayed there for a few years, that until you turned old enough to leave somewhere far away and live independently.

You didn't cared about the house, the memories, the people you once loved anymore. All you wanted was to run as soon as possible.

So, one afternoon, right after everybody called it a day and you were supposed to go to sleep, you tried to make your escape.

Taking a horse, you made your way to the gate, getting ready to run so far away that you won't have to ever think about this place again.

You followed the main path, going and going, not stopping until you were out of town.

For the first time in years, you were happy. The more you were getting away from that hell hole, the more you smiled.

After good minutes of getting further away from that house, you calmed down. Feeling at a safe distance to finally breath and let all the weight from your shoulders drop.

You stopped in front of an inn. Getting off your horse and leave it in front of the illuminated building, petting it for a moment before you got some courage to get inside.

You had a few coins that you managed to save over the past few weeks. It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep you alive for a few days until you find some accommodation, a house that you could finally call your own.

You opened the door, immediately being met with a few people that were sitting at the tables. This places was a lot more full on the inside that it looked on the outside. Whatever, it was none of your business what other does when you had your own problems.

"I'd like to rent a room for the night." you said when you got to the counter.

"I have to check what rooms I have available." the older man in front of you said.

"Also, I have a horse outside. Do you have a stable where I can move it to?" you asked, hoping that your loyal friend will get a good night sleep.

"In the back." you wasted no more time and went outside, moving your horse to a comfortable stable where it could rest for a while.

Now, you were walking back to the inn, ready to pay for your room and sleep until tomorrow morning, then take off to another town and only imagining how life would be stress free.

Right outside the inn, there was an extremely tall guy, you could only see his body form because he had his face covered with the hood of his cloak.

You only looked at him for a moment, but right before you were about to enter the tavern, you felt some arms on you, being dragged to the side.

Your heart was about to get out your chest, you thought that was the end of your journey. Here goes your freedom. It haven't even been an hour and you were caught already.

But instead of your evil step mother or her ugly daughters, you were met with that tall man from earlier.

"I must admit, they did a good job this time." he said in a low voice that gave you chills down your spine. You were confused, not understanding his words, but you didn't dared to open your mouth. You just stood there, silent, waiting for an explanation.

You looked at him with big eyes, you could bearly see his face since it was dark outside, and the light from inside the inn wasn't giving you any help to figure out who he was.

He knew nothing about you and he was already salivating. You were nothing like he saw before. Daring to show up before him in peasants clothes, looking tired and full of anxiety. And yet, you looked so sweet that he couldn't help but want to break you already.

He thought he said he doesn't want any kind of unwanted guests during his trip, but he's not complaining about it when you looked so ready to take him.

He couldn't help but laugh, making you even more confused, and now trying to get away.

When you thought that you could get free, you felt another pair or arms around you. Now you got four arms on you, two on your hips and keeping you in place, one hand on your arm and one under your chin, lifting it up to look at him.

All you could see were his red eyes, that looked like they're glowing.

He looked like a beast who just captured his prey and you couldn't help but feel scared, he was way too intimidating.

His eyes scaned your face for a moment, looking at the dumb expression you had, and then it went lower.

Your lips look so tasty. He wanted to kiss you just to see how you'll react, even if he's usually the type to avoid such act.

Usually, his women would come into his room, look all dolled up and pretty before they take care of him and then leave. No questions asked, no feelings involved.

However, you look so dumb. He couldn't help but want to tease you. To touch you and overstimulate you until you're even more stupid that you already are.

He leaned down, getting his face closer to yours, somehow trying to anticipate your next move. Will you moan or will you keep quiet? Now he wanted to hear your broken cries even more.

He stopped right in front of your face, your noses almost touching. All he did was to look at you.

You froze, all the air from your lungs stopping in place. You couldn't process what was going on.

"Don't use that pretty brain on things you don't understand." even he can't understand why he was acting like that. Craving for you even if this is the first time he saw you.

You parted your lips, wanting to say something, but you couldn't say a single word. Your voice was stuck in your throat.

"Forget about everything they told you. That training was irrelevant." training? What was he talking about? "I make the rules, remember that." right, you shouldn't listen to his servants telling you how to please him. He knows himself better than them.

He misunderstood this completely. You weren't one of his new added toys to his collection. You had no idea who he even was to begin with.

But he didn't cared, his face continued moving, ignoring whatever questions you might have as his lips finally touched yours.

His eyes were cold, and so was his touch. His hands were roughly placed on your body, dragging you closer in his arms. His kisses were loveless, no sign of affection as he tried to deeper the kiss.

Taking all the warmth you had to offer, his cold body was slowly becoming warmer. Bathing in your scent, one of his hands went behind your head, holding you in place to be able to kiss you better. One of his hands on yours, trying to wrap it around his body, wanting to feel more of your touch.

He wanted to be in your arms, to feel how is it when you hold him tightly.

Fuck is even wrong with him. He's not usually like this but now his cocks were hard against his pants, wanting to break free and be inside you. Ah, but he's going feral just thinking about your warm wet cunt taking all of him in. And you must take him in, he won't let you rest until you can take him properly.

"Master." someone could be heard from behind a corner, making you jump and almost run from there.

"Tsk." the tall man said annoyed, getting his face away from you, now fixing his posture but still having you in his arms.

"I prepared the thing you asked me to." that person said again, not daring to show their face.

"Alright." the man said annoyed, finally getting his arms away from you. He looked at you for one more time before he left, leaving you all alone to process what just happened.

You couldn't possibly remain there for the night, you had to leave this place, and you had to leave now. That guy was nothing but a big red flag. Everything about him screamed danger, and you weren't stupid enough to fuck around and find out.

So, in a desperate attempt to get away from there, you went back to the stables, getting your horse out and getting on top of it. You left that place in a hurry, not looking back for a moment as you went back to the place you consider to be safe. By safe I meant that he couldn't possibly appear there, there's no way he could.

So, you ran back to that hell house. Leaving the horse back in its place as you quickly ran inside the house.

Never in your life did you think you'll be so happy to see the same old kitchen you spend most of your time into. And never were you so happy to run to the attic and jump into that rusty bed, falling asleep immediately.

But when you finally got home, the mysterious stranger that you met at the inn just finished his task. Getting into his room and calling for someone to get you to him. He couldn't help but want to ravish you right there and then, split you open on his dicks and pump a few loads in you.

"There's no one in this inn that describes that appearance." were they shitting on him now?

"This female that was recently added to the harem." he tried to find other words to explain it. He knew nothing about you besides how you looked and how sweet you taste for him.

"She's currently at the palace. You told us you don't want to see her because of how inexperienced she was." he did that, didn't he. He remembers something now, a girl with long dark hair getting into his bed wearing nothing but a red transparent bathrobe. She was nothing but talk, it made him lose interest immediately.

"Then I want to see all the females in this inn." he got to find you. He knows you're real, it was no way you weren't.

"There are no other guests besides us." then who the fuck were you? Why did you appeared only before him and then disappeared after making him so hungry for you. Were you a piece of his imagination? No wander he wanted to touch you so bad.

Then he haves no option but to look for someone similar to you, his vision, when he gets back to the palace.

And that night, one of you slept better than a a cat napping under the sunlight and the other was wide awake the whole time.

Sure, the next day came and it reminded you of why you tried to run in the first place, but wasn't it better when you knew you won't have to deal with strangers. Especially someone like that brute of a man.

Your chores and the harassment those three women gave you was annoying, but after yesterday, you'll managed to live a few more weeks with it.

When the weather clears, you'll go out again, and this time you'll do a lot more better.

But perhaps, the universe was giving you a much better solution than to sneak out the house.

Because, you see, by the end of that week your house received a invitation to the Royal ball, and it says that the king is finally going to chose a queen.

Your sisters were running around in circles trying to find a good dress. And the mess they made while looking around was giving you headaches.

But you couldn't really complain when you're planning to leave while they're at the ball.

"Can I come to the ball?" you asked with a basket full of clothes in your hands, being tasked to wash and iron them by the end of the day.

"Mother! Do you hear her nonsense?" one of the sisters yelled, making you close your eyes at the loud noise.

"She can't! Mother!" the other sister said, going to her mother and trying to beg her to say no.

"Do you think they need more servants there? It's a happy ceremony, not a job interview." you knew no was the answer, but still. You tried to see if something changed at least in one of them. Hoping to find a reason to stay in this house for a little longer.

The moment they left in their carriage to the ball, it was the moment you ran out the house and ready to get on the horse.

"Now now, no need to be sad." a masculine voice could be heard behind you, making you turn around instantly.

Two men, both of them dressed in black, one with long black hair and the other with white hair and sun glasses.

"We're here to save you." the white haired guy said, making you raise an eye brow. "Aren't you glad?"

"Who are you?" they acted like it was normal for two unknown men to appear in your yard and act all nonchalant.

"Your fairy godmother."

"But you're two, and men." you tried to correct their words.

"We come in a package. And being a fairy godmother sounds better than a fairy godfather." the white haired guy said.

"Gojo and I will help you go to the ball." the dark haired man said.

"I don't want to." you refused, getting your horse out and ready to get on it.

"But you looked so sad earlier." the white haired guy sounded like he was mocking you. "Come on, don't lie to us."

"If you want to do something for me then kick those women out." it was much better than going to a ball you weren't invited to.

"But you look like you already have your future planned out. Why would we interfere?"

"Then why are you here?" you said, getting ready to get on your horse.

"We better get started or you'll arive when the ball is finished." out of nowhere both of them got some kind of wands in their hands, moving it around in the air before both of them started to do their magic.

"If you're going to a ball you'll need a carriage." the dark haired guy said and you saw a pumpkin floating in the air, getting in front of you and slowly becoming bigger, slightly changing its color and shape.

"We need horses too." the other man said and some mices were turned into horses.

"And a coachman." they looked like they were having fun while you were still very much miserable.

"What about the dress?"

"Something blue?" with a hand movement, your clothes were changed into a big ball gown dress. "And look, glass slippers."

"That will be uncomfortable." the dark haired guy said, getting ready to change your shoes into something more comfortable.

"No, no. They're very much comfortable. Try to walk around." the other guy said, making you walk back and forth and give him a review of how your shoes were.

"It's good. My feet doesn't hurt." you said and try to jump around to show that everything was alright.

"Okay then. Get inside." both of them pushed you inside the carriage.

"You have until midnight to come back."

"The spell breaks when the clock shows 12. Remember that."

"Now go, and don't come back until you had all the fun you needed." they both disappeared into thin air. Leaving you alone in a carriage on the way to a ball you didn't want to go to.

You could jump out the carriage and go back home. But if you're being honest, you want to have a last good memory before you leave your good for nothing status and name and live freely.

A ball didn't sounded that bad. There would be music, food, and a lot of people so you won't have to worry about standing out. There's peacocks out there who are trying too hard to make themselves distinguished, so, you're good.

The castle was a lot bigger up close. You could see it every day from your window in the morning. It already looked big, but now? Damn, you're scared you'll stand out because you have no idea how to act like a noble.

You took a deep breath before getting out of the carriage. Grabbing a bit of your dress in your hands, to help you walk up the stairs.

With small steps, you took your time, looking around at the beautiful paintings and the way the whole place looked like it was covered in gold.

There were guards everywhere. It was a bit scary, if you think about it, but you chose to ignore it.

"Excuse me." you went to someone who looked like they worked there. "Do you know where the ballroom is at?" you asked, being lost in that foreign place.

"This way, miss." the man said in a professional voice, showing you the way to the place where you'll spend the next few hours before you disappear for good.

You went inside the room, being welcomed with a lot of people who didn't looked twice in your direction.

The ballroom was filled with music, but no one was dancing. Rather than that, they were talking between themselves.

Rich people, what do you know.

Most of them were dressed in a similar way to you, but there were some who went over the top. And now that you're thinking about it, your step sisters were doing too much. They probably stand out like crazy, and you couldn't help but giggle.

You decided to go and look around. What's a party without food and drinks?

Making your way between people who didn't wanted to move and inch, you found a table with some desserts on it. They look so tasty, and the taste was even more incredible. Can you steal a few for your journey? Or can you pretend to be a worker there and sneak into the kitchen?

Happy with your discovery, you took a plate of some cake and went to sit somewhere where no one will disturb you.

A small couch that was surrounded by little to no people. And you couldn't ask for more.

You sat on it, enjoying the sweet in your hands, the peace and the fact that no one was giving you any attention.

But the thing is, that if you payed some attention you would have saw why no one dared to stay there. It was the closest couch to the king.

It was in the right side of the throne, just a few feet away from it.

How could you be so blind? How could you not notice that brute of a man. Standing so tall that you could see him from a few crowds away, four arms, not two like the rest of the people in that ballroom. Pink hair that looked like candy, and yet it didn't made him look any softer.

Unlike you, he noticed the person who sat on the couch right away.

His eyes widened, mouth slightly opened as he kept looking at you again and again. Blinking, rubbing his eyes and then blinking again.

"You see that person?" the king asked the closest person next to him, to confirm he wasn't seeing things.

"The lady in the blue dress?" that was all he needed to hear to know he was in fact not hallucinating.

He got up, ignoring who ever dared to come his way and walk to you, stopping right in front of you who still haven't acknowledged his existence.

You raised your head when you finally noticed him, mouth full of delicious cake. You had the same big round eyes he remembers. You gulped, swallowing the sweet down your throat. He haven't said a word since he stopped in front of you, still being in his own world, still not believing that you came to him yourself. He didn't had to look for a replacement anymore.

"Can I help you?" your voice was like magic to him. It could make him melt if you said the right words.

He laughed, a big smirk on his face. But that only made you confused.

You looked left and then right, looking for a clue on what's going on. Perhaps he wanted to sit down and this was the only available space. You knew that nobles have some complicated etiquettes they follow, so maybe he's waiting for you to do something?

Ah, you finally get it. You got up, bowing politely to let him know that was your goodbye. But when you wanted to turn around, you suddenly woke up in the air, and a pair of arms wrapped around you.

"Wha-" panicked, you grabbed onto him. But now that you look at the situation, he was the one who got you in his arms, carrying you out of there. "What are you doing?" this couldn't be normal.

"Don't act like you don't remember me now." his words made sense to you, somehow.

He looked familiar, but you couldn't figure out from where. You don't know his name, this was the first time you saw his face, but that voice sounded so familiar. And his body, it also looked like you saw it before.

He walked around the castle like he owned it. Opening door after door, and getting deeper inside it, and far away from the ballroom.

"Who are you?" he was no ordinary person, you could see that. He walked freely without a single person saying a thing.

He made the guards look like decorations, and they didn't dared to say a thing to him. The palace workers bowed before him, and even the nobles were trying to please him.

"Where are you taking me?" you asked when you figured the answer to the first question.

He still didn't said a word and open one last door.

This room was deep inside the palace, you'd get lost if you try to run from there on your own. But perhaps that was what he wanted from the start. To lock you somewhere you won't be able to run from even if you try to escape.

That place had a big bed in the middle of the room, a couch that was facing the fire place, a big bookcase filled from top to bottom and some really big windows. From what you can see out the windows, and the fact you just walked up a lot of stairs, you were really high up. You won't be able to survive without breaking a few bones if you try to jump.

He really thought of everything, huh?

Walking to the bed, he placed you on it. Turning around and walking towards the door. He didn't thought of finding you this soon, so he had no idea what to do.

"Can I.." you bite your lips before speaking, too afraid that you know the answer too well. "Can I still go home?" he paused when he got in front of the door, but didn't said a thing. "The guys that helped me get here told me to get back before midnight." he almost broke the door when he heard those words. The what? The guys? They did what? "This is actually a spell. I don't actually look like this." he turned around and marched to the bed.

There was something scary in his eyes. But you couldn't help but look at him.

Did you tricked him? Was someone plotting against him and send a doppelganger to play with him?

"Who sent you?"

"I have no idea." you looked away. He won't believe you even if you tell him.

"Tell me." his cold eyes could petrify anyone.

"You don't trust me." you shook your head, trying to brush this off.

"I do. Now tell me." he looked like he could kill you right there, and no one would say a thing about it. You won't be missed, you won't be mourned. You don't even have someone to think about even in your last moments of living.

"Can I leave or not?" your voice just as cold as his, and for a moment he could feel his blood boil. You talked to other men, they send you there to the palace to make a clown out of him and now you dared to act like it was his fault for locking you in a place where he knows you won't run from.

"No." you sighed at his response. Disappointed in yourself for even trying, for listening to some strange men and for not running away when you had the perfect chance to.

"At midnight I turn back to my usual self. I'm not like this, I don't dress this way. You won't like me anymore after that." he was looking for a replacement from the start. This ball was held to find a doll that resembled you. And he found it. You can turn into a hideous monster and he'll find a way to turn you back into this form.

"And you think that I care?"

You looked confused. You had no idea what was going on in his head. What made him act like this and why.

Did you looked like an ex lover? Or someone who passed away? Because if that's the case, then he won't find what he's looking for in you.

"I won't submit to you." you tried to make it clear. "I'm my own person. I can't act like someone else."

He takes your words as a challenge.

He'll transform you into the perfect puppet. You'll match his expectations and taste in all aspects. You'll love him with all your heart and wait for him to return to you at the end of the day. All you need is a little training. And by how things looks, you'll need an intense one.

"You think you can defy me, brat?" he was mocking you. His voice was so annoying.

His face, his body, his status, everything was getting on your nerves now.

"I'm going home." you said. It wasn't a question or request, you were letting him know.

"Try." the shock look on your face was priceless. You looked offended by his words and he couldn't ask for more. He lied, he will get more out of you. Words, expression, feelings, he wants to see everything.

You tried to get up the bed, ignoring the fact that he was right in front of you. He didn't stopped you, he just looked at your dumbfounded expression when your actions weren't stopped by him.

He laughed, his voice filling the whole room.

You looked like you were going to cry, and he couldn't help but want to bite you. Sink his teeth deep into your flesh and leave marks all over your body.

For a moment, you stopped in place, not daring to get close to the door anymore.

Where have you felt that feeling before? The feeling of being watched by a ferocious predator.

You slowly turn around, to look at him who was sitting on the floor, his back against the bed. You recognize those red eyes now. It's the same as back then, when you almost successfully ran from home but you were met with that freak who made you turn around.

The realization look you had on your face made his eyes darker.

You had to get out of there, now.

You were if full panic mode, slowly walking backwards to the door, putting your hands on the handle and open it. Not a single second wasted as you ran down that hallway, dress in your arms and trying to get as far away from him as possible.

You stopped just for a moment to look back when you got to some stairs. He was nowhere to be seen, and you didn't know if you actually lost him or he was playing with you.

Whatever, you can think about that after you run from there.

The midnight clock could be heard in the background, but you weren't preoccupied by it. In fact, you couldn't even hear it, too focused on running down that mountain of stairs.

One of your shoes slipped off your foot. You turned around to look at it, and then you saw him, at the end of the stairs and looking down at you.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you almost stopped working for a moment.

Leave it there, a shoe didn't matter when you had far more things to worry about.

You soon got to a hallway, a big open door a few meters away of you, and you couldn't help but run even faster. But the closer you got, the more the door close. And by the time you got to it, it was completely shut.

"No, please!" you banged on the door. "Let me through." no answer.

You tried to open it, pulling it as hard as you can, but nothing. Going back wasn't an answer, and there weren't any other rooms that you could hide in.

There was only one option left. So many windows on your right, it was easy to open one and try to escape. And so you did, you opened a window and looked down for a moment. A broken neck doesn't sounds that bad, if you're thinking about it.

You took a deep breath, with a hand lifting as much of your dress in your arms, and with the other holding onto the window, ready to jump on it and see what the outcome of this event will be.

With no hesitation, you placed your knee on the window frame, trying to balance yours with your other foot and get on top of the window. But then you felt those big muscular arms wrapped around you once again.

"I didn't thought you had the balls to do it." his mouth was right into your ear, his voice leaving chills all over your body. "I might lock you in the basement if you continue to be a bad girl." he can do it, who's stopping him. You won't give up without a good fight.

"So? What do you want from me?" with this he knew you were the person he was looking for. Daring to disappear again just like back at the inn. You loved getting on his nerves, didn't you?

"We have unfinished business." what was he talking about?

"I didn't do anything." and that's the problem. The fact that you left him when he needed you. How dare you.

"Look at the time." he said when he was walking back on the stairs, holding you in his arms. With two holding your body and the other two wrapped around you, in case you planned on doing something crazy again.

"I told you, this is all a spell." and he can't wait for it to go away.

He stopped in place, and you had no idea what he was going to do. "Your shoe." he said, looking at the glass slipper.

"That would disappear too." but that didn't stopped him from moving one of his hands from you and picking up the glass slipper.

He continued walking back to that cursed room, throwing you in bed.

"Let's wait for the spell to break." he sat on a chair next to the door, waiting for your next move. Will your run to the door and try to escape again? Will you jump on him and try to harm him or will you try to jump out the window? He couldn't help but feel exited for your next move.

The disappointed look on his face when you just stood there. Looking down at the floor and from time to time at him with a ugly look in your eyes. You hated him? But that's a strong feeling, wasn't it?

He waited, excited. He couldn't help but wet his lips with his tongue, gulping and pressing his palms against each other. You better transform or he'll do it for you.

And your words were true. You started glowing, and soon your appearance slightly changed. Your clothes were back to your old rags, your make up gone and your hair freely on your back.

He expected more. He thought he'll see something unseen before. A monster, or you at your worst. You got him overthinking that your previous appearance was all a lie, but now you got him to want to bully you for lying to him.

He got up, getting closer to the bed. He stood there before you, expressionless, before he pushed you in bed, making you fall on your back.

"I didn't know you were a liar."

"What do you mean? The spell broke."

"You look exactly the same." he was on top of you, caging you between him and the bed. "You look even better than before." he was strange, truly.

"I still want to go home." you'll try as much as you can. There must be something that will work on this guy.

"I don't want you to."

"And who are you to decide for me?" he didn't respond to your question, choosing to ignore it like most of your questions. Instead, he smashed his lips against yours, his craving for your touch far too loud to ignore it.

And then it hits you. If you distract him, and act all sweet, you might actually be able to fool him and run away.

So, your hands wrapped around his neck, dragging him closer to you. He looked shocked, and for a moment he just stood there.

"What?" you spit those words at him, annoyed. Even if you cooperate with him, your words can't help but show your true colors.

"Take your clothes off." you gasped.

"I'm not doing this before marriage." you said, not wanting to do more than kissing.

"Consider the ball tonight the wedding ceremony." you looked at him in disbelief. "I'll take them off if you don't want to." even worse.

"I never did this before." you said. Maybe he'll have a heart and try to understand your situation.

"It's definitely going to hurt." no encouragement words? What a dickhead.

"I'll do it myself, no need for you to do a thing." you got up the bed, your hands traveling here and there, taking your time while undressing.

He stood at the edge of the bed, watching your every move. You can run if you want, the door is open, and it would stay that way until he leaves that room. So, you can try as much as you want, it's entertaining watching you fail.

But you didn't run, instead, you did as he said. Taking your clothes off with shaking hands and biting off any bad words you wanted to say out loud.

"Come and help me too." he could only laugh at your expression. But you got closer to the bed, no protests. He better sleep with his eyes open tonight.

He placed his much bigger hand on top of yours, dragging it on him.

You had no idea what to do. You kept looking at his body, at his arms, at his big chest, his shoulders. "Try and undress me, not just with your eyes." he was too much.

You slowly took whatever you could off him, and he just looked at you the whole time.

Now, when both of you were naked, you just stood there in front of him. You couldn't help but stare. He had two cocks, not one but two. I mean, he haves two of everything, but you didn't expect for him to have two dicks as well.

"Close your mouth and stop staring." he laughed at your dumbfounded expression.

"I don't know what to do." he tapped the placed next to him with his palm.

"Lay down here." you layed down on the bed, waiting for what he planned on doing. "You have to open your legs more." isn't he asking for too much already? One of his hands traveled in between your legs. "Look at me." you was expecting everything but to feel something licking your clit. You gasped, and looked at his hand. It was just a hand but it didn't felt that way at all. He laughed again. "I told you to look at me. Don't think of things you can't understand." but you don't get it. You could feel a tongue, traveling between your folds, going up and down, playing with your pearl.

"What's that?" you asked out of breath, forgetting how to even breath for a moment.

"This?" he showed you his palm, which was having a mouth on it. Since when was it there? His hand went back between your legs, playing with your clit again, one of his other hands joining in, as you felt something at your entrance. "Keep your eyes on mine or I'll give you something to occupy yourself with." you had no idea what he was planning to do. With a quick move, he stood up, his dicks against your face. "You know what to do." you looked up at him, at his dumb grin and then at his friends that were right in your face. "Open your mouth." one of his thumbs was on your lips, pressed against it to make you open it and suck on it. He then moved his hand and took one of his cocks, giving it to you to do your thing.

You weren't trained to please him, but even so, he had some expectations from you.

You could do it. If others could, so can you. But look at you, who can't even take half of his fat cock into your mouth.

"Do good and I'll reward you." he said and added another finger inside your wet pussy. "See?" he said and curled his fingers. "Now get to work."

With your head pressed against his thigh, you wrapped a hand around one of his cocks, while trying to take the other in your mouth.

He let out a loud groan, making you unsure if you should continue or stop.

A promise is a promise, and he's true to his words. Since you're trying so hard to please him, he should return the favor. He kept curling his fingers, going in and out of you as his mouth kept playing with your pretty clit. He was touching all the good places, he knew that, and he didn't stopped a bit. Now determined to discover even more places and touch better than before.

Your walls started to clench around him, squeezing him so tight and making him wander how that will feel around his cock.

"You wanna cum? You better keep working then." his words made you try even harder, too desperate of that foreign feeling inside of you.

He kept moving his hands, and you kept trying to figure out what to do to him. But oh, you were so close that you couldn't think straight anymore. And it happened in a flash, your mind going blank and trembling under his touch as you came.

He kept his hands moving for a little longer before stopping, when you finally came to your senses.

"Now focus on me." his hands went away from you, now gripping your hair and pushing your head down his length. You tapped his thigh, too afraid you won't be able to breathe anymore. He moved your head, sometimes he moved his own hips, and soon, he was going to cum too. "Don't let spill anything. Swallow." he said before cumming down your throat.

This was more than enough. You didn't had the strength to go further than this.

Intimacy can be too tiring. And he looked like he enjoys sucking the energy out of you.

"We're not done yet." not yet? What more does he wants from you?

He got on top of you, positioning between your legs. Two of his arms places next to you, while one held your hips. With his only free hand left, he held one of his cocks at your entrance, rubbing his head against your pussy. Getting his head inside your cunt, then drag it out to rub it between your folds, rubbing it against your clit. Then back at your warm entrance again, slowly getting his head inside, just to get out and then again.

He was playing with you. He was enjoying seeing you mad.

But this time, when he got his tip inside of you, he kept pushing, going deeper and deeper. And he didn't stopped until he got inside all the way in.

Warm, wet and hugging him just right. He loved it. He could stay inside of you forever.

His face got closer to yours, looking at you and at the way you were struggling to fit him in. But he been so attentive to you, and you can't even fit him in.

Slowly, he moved his hips, in and out at a calm pace. It gave you all the time you needed understand how you managed to fit him in. And it also gave him time to understand how painfully slow this was.

His revenge was going to wait a lot before he fucks you properly.

He wanted to rearrange your inside for the way you left him, but now he had no option but to wait.

He's going crazy. He's dying in your arms and you're not doing anything. You're not talking to him, you're not looking at him.

He grabbed your cheeks, pushing them together and making your lips come forward.

"What?" you tried to say.

He kissed you, making you wrap your arms around him as he kept moving his hips.

This was better, when you held him in your arms was so much better. It made this fire inside of him calm down and let him realize the situation he's in.

One of his hands went between your bodies, softly rubbing your clit as he kept moving, making your bodies slightly rock together.

His tongue inside your mouth, his movement was so sloppy, not having a proper rhythms but keep increasing the force he kept slamming into you with.

The first orgams pulled out of you with force, him not giving you a moment to breath and keep going for it until he filled your warm walls with his hot cum.

But when you thought it was over, it never was.

He got out of you, giving you a break for a moment before you felt him back between your legs, this time a lot more bigger. He had both of his dicks in his hand, now trying to push them inside of your pussy to fill you up.

"It won't fit." you said, trying to stop him from this madness.

"Take a deep breath." he said before finally managing to get inside.

He was going to kill you, because this was too much. The way he split you open, being stretched out like never before. And he kept moving his hips too, like the fact that you still haven't accommodate to this strange feeling meant nothing to him.

It hurted, but at the same time, the way he kept you open felt good. And you hate to admit it but you might cum just from this alone.

His hips kept moving, and this weird feeling started to feel so much better. It went to the point where you started crying, too much for you to handle.

"Shh. You can take it." he said, a hand moving some hair away from your face.

He liked those hot tears that were falling from your eyes. It made him wander why he didn't try to make you cry a lot earlier.

Can you even come again? He can't help but wander. Guess he haves to find that out himself.

Pounding into you, keeping you wrapped in his arms and not giving you a break. He managed to make you cum again, now focused on the way your squeezing him again. And just like last time, he painted your insides white, this time getting you fuller than last time.

But it's not over, because he haves to try this again, but from another position.

You didn't managed to last too long and fell asleep in his arms, the next day waking all alone in there.

You wasted no time in putting your clothes back on and running out that room, down the stairs and back into that hallway. Being welcomed with a close door that was blocking your way out. Now having no choice but go back to that room and wait for him to arrive back. Who knows what he's planning to do this time.

Author'a note: I was planning on making Gojo and Geto the step brothers but then it would have because their fan fic. I might write something similar to this but for them. Dunno tho, I'm too lazy to do it.

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Part of the Green Collection

Lloyd x f!reader

Tags/warnings: SMUT, dub-con, inebriated fucking, p-in-v, pile driver, forced orgasm, squirting, overstimulation, anal, Lloyd (he's a warning!!!), facial/pearl necklace, degradation (whore, slut), dirty talk, petnames (gumdrop, Sweets, cupcake etc.), clit smacking, (clit) teasing, vaginal fingering, Spitting, deep throating, gagging mention, crying (from gagging/overstimulation), Lloyd being mean, Boss/employee (Dom/sub dynamic ), Sir kink, praise (good girl), dumbification (slight), aftercareeeee

Not beta'd and I don't give permission for my work to be reposted, translated, copied or put through AI!

Summary: You eat a weed gummy (or three) and are on cloud nine when your boss comes to check on you.

Word count: who knows (on mobile)

A/N: the depravity got to me on this one folks 🥴 more author's Notes at the end!

Dividers by @/kodaswrld

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Being a PA to Lloyd Hansen often meant jet-setting across the globe but Amsterdam was the one place you never expected to be heading to for a flying visit. Especially when the meeting itself could be done over Teams.

The hotel you had booked was lavish; nothing but the best for Mr Hansen, as always. You were too jet lagged the first night together do any exploring despite Mr Hansen's insistence.

"You're no fun, Sweets." He had sighed at you.

"I'm sorry Mr Hansen. It's just been a busy day."

He rolled his eyes and waved a hand dismissively. "Suit yourself. I'll bring you back a souvenir."

"Thank you, Mr Hansen."

Your hotel room was adjacent to Mr Hansen's but no less extravagant. A double bed with sheets neatly tucked beneath the mattress, plush carpet and a large bathroom with a tub.

Sighing, you collapse onto the bed. Your boss was a hard-ass. You were worked like a dog with very little praise or acknowledgement for your hard work; running around arranging meetings, booking hotels, dealing with pissy clients. Although, you weren’t sure if praise and gratitude were in Mr Hansen's vocabulary.

You need a vacation. Or a cocktail.

Or three.

You roll onto your back and stare at the cieling. There was something that kept you around, other than the pay, and that was despite his demands and seemingly heartless demeanour Lloyd Hansen was a very good boss. Paid sick leave, paid vacation time, even maternity leave was discussed when you were negotiating your contract. You were taken care of, even if it meant dealing with the man himself.

Your eyes flutter closed, images of Lloyd's sneer creeping in. When he did thank you, it made your chest fill with pride and your legs squeeze tight. You heave a breath. You'd be stupid to deny that your boss wasn't hot but you felt incredibly stupid that, deep down, you loved being his little PA.

Feeling a little more relaxed, you sink into the pillows and fall into a deep sleep.

The next morning, you're rudely awoken to Lloyd entering your room and throwing the curtains open.

You couldn't remember falling asleep and you woke up groggy in the same clothes as the night before.

"Rise and shine, cupcake." Lloyd lilts before frowning at your clothes. "Why the hell are you wearing those?"

"Sorry sir, I fell asleep." You say, sitting up and rubbing at your eyes. You reach for your phone, reading the time as just past seven-thirty a.m. and frown. The meeting wasn't until ten thirty.

Across the street.

You look at Lloyd, struggling to keep your expression neutral. "Mr Hansen, it's seven thirty."

"I know what time it is." He snarks, folding his arms across his chest, towering over your bed. "I wanted us to get some breakfast together downstairs and for you to brief me. Seems like waking you up early was the right choice."

He raises an eyebrow at you and you flush under his gaze with embarassment. Of course he'd want a briefing. How silly of you.

"I'll shower and change and meet you downstairs, sir." You nod, swining your legs over the edge of the bed. "Sorry."

"Pfft." Lloyd waves a hand. "Twenty minutes, sunshine."

Without so much as a goodbye, he stalks out your room and closes the door with a thud. You sigh getting to your feet and stretch, making a stumbled approach to your bathroom.

You definitely need a vacation.

You're actively glaring at Mr Hansen as he grins at you over his coffee.

"What's with the look, Sweets?"

"What look, Mr Hansen?" You respond coolly, picking apart your croissant. Lloyd snorts but doesn't respond. Your briefing had taken half an hour, your notes neatly scribbled and highlighted in a manila folder that sat in front of Lloyd.

You place a piece of the flaky pastry in your mouth, savouring the buttery notes that danced along your tongue. You're not sure why he's intent on tormenting you today but you can feel his eyes on you as you chew and you have to suppress the shiver that threatens to crawl up your spine.

"When was your last vacation, Sweets?" Lloyd asks suddenly. Your brows shoot up as you look up at him, utterly taken aback.

"Um, about six months ago sir."

"After this meeting I want you to take a few days to relax." He takes a sip of his coffee. "Scratch that, start now."

You gape at him. Not only had you been woken up at seven-thirty, he was now forcing you to go on vacation? You'd heard his short temper had others fired on the spot but surely, after working so hard for so long he wouldn't do that to you?

"But sir-"

Lloyd hold up a hand and your mouth clamps shut.

"I can take notes in the meeting if I need to. You've been slacking the last few days. I need you in tip-top shape if you're my PA." He flashes you a smile and you don't know if it's genuine or if he's trying to play mind games. "Can't have you bumbling around and tired. I need you looking fine and ready for anything."

Your jaw sets. You know better than to argue but you know he's not wrong. Lloyd chuckles, setting his cup down.

"Aw, don't be like that cupcake." He coos teasingly. "I know you want me around twenty-four-seven but this is in your best interest. And mine."

When Lloyd catches your look of discontentment, he rolls his eyes with a sigh. "If you want to work that badly my laptop is in my room and you can sort through emails and meetings or whatever else it is you do to make my life easier. The souvenir I got for you is there."

Lloyd's room is a mirror of yours the only difference is that it's slightly bigger to accommodate the king-size he always preferred to have booked for him. There are what look like gummy worms on the bedside table. They must be your souvenir. Your boss certainly had a sweet tooth but gummy worms? You pick up the box and inspect the seal - broken. He must have broken into them last night. You roll your eyes.

So much for your gift.

You'd have preferred a magnet.

Still you pop a gummy worm into your mouth and settle against the headboard and open up the laptop.

"Ooh." You nod as you chew. "Spared no expense, Mr Hansen."

The gummies are delicious and after the first one, you're already munching on a second. All is well for about twenty minutes as you place your third gummy into your mouth, your head feeling heavier than usual. You shake it off. It has to be jet lag.

Another twenty minutes go by and your cheeks feel funny, the words on your email are melting and you slam the laptop lid shut. Your mind doesn't even race, it takes a leisurely jog to try piece together what has happened.

You need to lie down. You crawl to the end of the bed, sprawled flat, head spinning. You feel motion sick, you're on a rollercoaster you can't get off. You don't know how long your there for, or if you fall asleep but when you hear the clock of the door you turn on your back, greeted by your boss' smiling face. Your heart jumps erratically.

"Mr Hansen!" You say a little too excitedly, trying to sit up, swaying violently as he approaches before collapsing back onto the mattress. He kneels at the edge of the bed, his face close to yours.

"Hi." You grin at him and giggle. Was he always this handsome or had you just zoned it out because you worked for him?

"Hi." He grins back, spotting the opened box of gummies next to the discarded laptop. "Honey, how many gummies have you had?"

The nickname, the sweetest he's ever called you, makes your body light up with heat.

"I dunno." You say slowly, your tongue feels too thick in your mouth. "Like three. I think?"

You blink, eyes heavy and glassy. "Why?"

"They have hash in them sweetie." Lloyd says, brushing wisps of hair from your face. "You're high as a fucking kite."

"Hehe hash..... hash 'stache," you giggle prodding at Lloyd’s cheeks. You can feel your breathing grow heavier as you knead his cheeks with your thumbs, his lips twitching into a vicious sneer, but your expression softens.

"You're so handsome." You murmur dreamily to him. "Even for a hard-ass."

"Oh? I'm a hard-ass?" He hums thoughtfully, leaning closer. "Even on you?"

"Yeah." You add dreamily, sighing heavily. Your brain is all gooey grey mush, filled with images of Lloyd's face; a smile, a sneer, a smirk. Every single one made you more light headed than the last. "But you're still a good boss."

You slip further off the bed, your head against curve of the mattress grinning up at Lloyd, eyes puffy and half-lidded.

Lloyd sighs a long breath and moves some of your hair out of your face, looking at you curiously as you shiver under his touch.

"Good bosses don't think about shoving their cock down their PA's throat or bending them over their desk."

"Oh." It's a quiet sound but you know Lloyd's heard it from the smug grin that creeps along his face. You can feel goosebumps rise along your skin, your nipples pebbling against the lace of your bra. You can feel horniness begin to stir but you don't mind it, in fact, you welcome it.

"Why have you never asked before?"

Lloyd exhales and looks away from you grinning like a mad man. He can't believe his ears. "Because, sweetcheeks, I don't want to get sued for sexual harassment."

"Oh yeah." You say slowly, realising what you'd just said. "That'd be bad PR."

"Very bad PR." Lloyd repeats, looking back down at you. "Even if you look absolutely fuckable right now."

"Sir," you breathe out in a whine and Lloyd's brows furrow as his eyes close, trying to focus.

"Jesus Christ, shut up. Let's get you sat up and get you some water." He stands but you make no effort to move, too busy taking in the sight before you. You always wondered why Lloyd wore such tight slacks. Not that you minded much because his ass looked absolutely delectable in them. But now as he stands above you, you realise there's another bonus to them being so tight.

The outline of Lloyd's cock is clearly visible against his slacks. He was so hard already, you almost commended your boss for managing to keep that monster in his pants. If your mouth wasn't so dry, you'd probably be salivating right about now.

However, your brain being the pile of goo it was at the moment in time, did decide to speak it's thoughts out loud.

"Mr Hansen," You shift your legs on the sheets to ease the ache in-between them. "Your cock is huge."

Lloyd groans, running a hand down his face. You can see his cock twitch and strain at your words and your cunt throbs knowing he wants to fuck you so badly right now. And it's kinda turning you on that for once he's being a gentleman.

"You're such a whore." He sighs wistfully as you open your mouth to him tantalisingly. "You want me that badly?"

"Mayyyybe." You say with faux-coyness, erupting into more giggles before stretching with a cute sigh. "Your cock just looks delicious in those slacks."

"Want a taste, huh Sweets?" Lloyd presses, grinning smugly when you nod. "Well, who am I to deny my favourite employee? Especially when she's on vacation."

Your eyes are glued to his crotch as he undoes his belt, unbuttoning his slacks slowly to tease you. Your breathing is almost silent - completely focused on the show Lloyd is putting on for you and Lloyd absolutely fucking loves it.

When his cock springs free of his boxers you audibly gasp with excitement, your legs moving against the covers. You watch with a pout as Lloyd pumps his cock in front of you just for good measure before tapping it gently against your lips, smearing pre-cum over them. He only means to tease but when he pulls back to see the look on your face he groans loudly, as you diligently run your tongue along your lips and stick it out for him.

"Fuck, you want more?" Lloyd runs his cock over the length of your tongue, smirking when you press kisses along his hot shaft in response to his question.

"Please sir." You murmur in a hushed tone, licking stripes up and down his cock. It feels so wrong and so right all at once. "Wanna taste you all the way down my throat."

Lloyd curses but obliges your request, slowly pushing into your mouth, relishing the way your throat convulses around his thick cock. When he hears a choked noise he halts, thinking you've reached your limit.

"Aw, poor little slut," He coos, pulling back just a little. "Can't fit this big cock into your mouth, huh? What a shame. You'll just have to- ah!"

Lloyd's hands brace against either side of your hips on the bed as your nails dig into the flesh of his ass and pull him further down your throat.

"Shit!" He curses, bemused by your eager show as you grope at him, humming around his cock with delight. He's buried to the brim in your throat and your nose nudges at his sac when you bob your head slightly to suck and Lloyd, for once, has no quip to offer you; fully indulging you in letting you service him.

You're surrounded by Lloyd's scent; musky amber mixed with whatever expensive lotion he decided to bring with him and he tastes just as good. You hollow your cheeks as Lloyd's hips begin to move and his chuckle is breathless.

"Oh fuck. You want me to fuck this pretty throat of yours, huh baby?"

You hum excitedly, clawing at the flesh of his ass and urging him to fuck your throat faster. It's suffocating and sexy all at once; hearing Lloyd's moans, the lip-smacking noises and breathless gasps for air as his cock bruises and fills your throat, feeling your spit get smeared across your mouth and cheeks thanks to Lloyd's balls smacking against your lips.

You can feel your skirt hiking over your hips and your clit pulses with arousal as Lloyd peels your soaked thong away from your heated flesh. You make a garbled squeak when you feel Lloyd's fingers spread your silken folds to the cool room air, letting your boss bully his cock further down your throat. You can feel tears forming as you gag around his cock, but force yourself to breathe slowly through your nose.

"All for me? You shouldn't have, Sweets." He taunts, running his fingers down to your dripping hole and back to your clit again. "You are soaked."

Your moan vibrates around his cock when you can feel Lloyd’s spit land on your clit, choking on his cock as he smears your cunt with it, dipping his fingers into your tight hole and working you furiously. Your legs writhe and you try to focus on keep your cheeks hollowed, letting Lloyd's cock slam into your mouth as he lavishes your pussy with toe-curling attention.

"That's a good girl, keep those legs open when you choke on my cock." Lloyd coos, second hand moving over your clit to rub the bundle of nerves raw. Your scream is muffled by Lloyd's thick cock when you soak the sheets beneath you with cum, legs still writhing limply as your body shudders.

Lloyd pulls his aching cock from your mouth, glistening with your spit, and hearing your pants as your body settles after your orgasm. You lamely make an attempt to shuffle back to swallow his cock again, unabashedly cock-drunk, but end up slipping further off the the bed; balanced awkwardly on your shoulders as your legs dangle limply downwards, too heavy to keep up. You start to giggle and catch Lloyd's lips twitch into a smirk, towering over your body with a twitching cock.

"Don't think we're done yet sweetcheeks," Lloyd huffs, taking off his shirt. "I've not cum yet."

You squeak as you're spun on your shoulders with your back to Lloyd, your legs held apart as Lloyd buries his cock into your still-pulsing pussy, making you both moan loudly.

"Tight little cunt," Lloyd grits out, straightening his knees so just the tip of his cock twitches against your walls. "Perfect fit."

He doesn't wait to slam back into you, fucking you into the hotel carpet as he holds you up by your legs. You whine, gripping at the carpet, Lloyd's cock splitting you open in the most debauched and delicious way.

"You stupid little cocksleeve," Lloyd taunts, thumbing your clit as his cock pounds into you. "You should know better than to eat things that don't belong to you."

"I'm sorry sir!" You wail, gasping for air as electricity pulses through every nerve. "I thought they were mine."

"Well, you thought wrong." Lloyd retorts. "The fuck would I get those for you? Don't you think I know you by now?"

"Yes! Yes I - ooohh fuck." You cut yourself off loudly when his cock hits just the right spot that has you seeing white splotches across your vision. Your pussy clenches around his cock, milking him down into your tight channel as your clit throbs from Lloyd's consistent attention. You barely have time to collect your thoughts before warning him of what was about to happen.

"Please Mr Hansen," you half sob. "I'm going to cum."

He removes his cock just before you squirt, furiously rubbing your clit with his fingers to make your legs shake as you soak your thighs, your own cum dripping down onto your torso. Your moans of ecstasy quickly turn into pitiful yelps as Lloyd smacks your overworked clit, weak apologies tumbling from your lips. You should feel embarassed but your head feels stuffed full of clouds and the only thing on your mind is having your boss fuck you stupid; all inhibitions, morals and worries are long forgotten.

"Fuck me." He huffs as the head of his cock dips into your soaked cunt again."You're my very own self-lubricating fleshlight honey. Feels so good having you wrapped around my cock like this."

You only moan in response. Your thighs strain from their own weight but you feel like you're on cloud nine; fucked out and strung out whilst Lloyd uses your pussy. You whimper thinking you may squirt a third time. His cock is relentless and so deep, especially with his palms pressing on the backs of your thighs to keep you wide open.

"I could just start fucking this sweet ass right now and you'd thank me for it." Lloyd jeers, squeezing at your thighs hard to hear you cry out.

The fullness of his cock stretching you out disappears entirely but before you can pout and beg for him to keep going, you see spit from his lips careen to your asshole and you jerk with a yelp at the sensation.

"Shall we see if you do?" Lloyd murmurs, running the tip of his cock downward through his fresh spit against your puckered hole.

There's a feeble, half hearted attempt to call for him to stop but the moment his fat cockhead breaches that tight hole you're moaning louder than before.

"Ohh," comes Lloyd's breathy response as he pushes down further, slowly intruding on your other tight hole. "Your ass is just welcoming me in!"

The stretch isn't as painful as you'd expected. Being so relaxed from the gummies and two orgasms later you're pretty much primed and ready to be stuffed. And Lloyd is more than happy to fulfil that promise.

Through your dazed expression you can see that signature smirk of his. "You like this don't you? You like me using every hole?"

You pant, trying to think of words. Evidently, you take too long, and Lloyd smacks at your cunt making you scream and jerk against him.

"Answer me, Sweets." Lloyd demands, starting to move his hips as your ass accommodates his cock.

"Yessir!" You hiccup out, earning you a beaming, proud smile from Lloyd.

"Good girl," he purrs fucking into your ass in a steady rhythm. "Now, say thank you."

"Thank you sir!" You squeal as his thumb circles your clit again and again and again. You can feel Lloyd’s sinful gaze on your cunt as it squeezes and gapes around nothing, his thick cock busy ruining yet another hole. You can feel the wetness of his hand toying with your pussy, strumming your clit lazily. You can't take the pressure, or pleasure, of his cock any longer both holes contracting tight as you cum with a mewl.

"That's it." Lloyd praises, pushing your thighs so you're almost bent double, tips of your toes behind your head. "Don't think, Sweets. Keep cumming."

Your body is wrecked, you're seeing everything in a haze of overstimulated tears, smiling a big, dumb pleasure-riddled smile back up at Lloyd. There's a curse and he pulls out of you quickly, pumping his cock a few more times before painting your pussy and clothes in thick, sticky ropes of cum.

You're both huffing trying to catch your breath and you let your legs fall, half curling under you. Lloyd gives you a devilish smirk and steps over you stepping into the bathroom. You're still sprawled on the floor when you hear the door open again, your head still spinning. All of your muscles ache from being stretched to their limit, thankfully dulled by the edibles you'd mistakenly eaten.

"Now that's a sight," Lloyd purrs, stepping out of the bathroom. Even without looking in a mirror you'd have to agree; lying on a hotel room carpet, your clothes creased and covered in cum.

Lloyd offers you a hand and pulls you up to your feet, chuckling when you flop into him. Your muscles strain and you wobble, earning you another grin.

"Aw sweetheart, fucked so good you can't walk straight? Come on." He urges you to the bathroom where you can now hear the distinctive sound of running water.

You strip as Lloyd checks the temperature before helping you step in, helping to keep you upright while you clean up, even going so far as to let you use his expensive body wash. He cleans up after you, an arm around your waist so you don't slip or fall. You help brush his hair out of his face when it gets drenched in the shower and you catch a glimpse of what might be a real smile.

"Thank you, Mr Hansen." You whisper sincerely into the shower stream between you, breathing in the scent of his soap.

"I think you have earned the right to call me Lloyd off-shift, honey." He says softly, shooting you a small smirk.

You smile a little and take a brave, yet still wobbly, step out of the shower and dry yourself with a soft towel. Lloyd quickly follows suit but smacks your ruined clothes from your hands when you attempt to re-dress.

"What are you doing?"

"Sir, I-"

"Lloyd," he corrects sharply before shooting you a quizzical look. "You're not gonna leave me high and dry after letting me fuck you like that, are you?"

"Um..." your eyes are wide as you stare back at him. He couldn't be serious. But this was Lloyd. Your boss. "No?"

"Good answer." Lloyd says, tugging you from the bathroom, and pushing you towards the bed. You clamber into it, getting comfy under the sheets and ignoring the slight damp patch you left earlier. Before you can say anything else Lloyd tosses a water bottle from the mini fridge at you, moving to join you with a bottle of his own.

"Just doing my due diligence, cupcake." He smiles down at you. No shark's grin, no mocking smirk; a real smile that makes your stomach swoop. "You're a good employee and I want to keep you around."

"Just as an employee?" You scoff half expecting him to agree. Whatever had happened between you had most definitely blurred the lines between boss and employee... but Lloyd didn't seem to care so why should you?

Lloyd hums thoughtfully. "We'll see. If you keep letting me fuck you stupid, I'd be inclined to update our arrangement."

You nod, cheeks growing warm at the thought, something Lloyd doesn't miss and without missing a beat, drapes an arm over your shoulders and tugs you closer into his side.

"And if that's the case, you deserve some room service. My treat."

End

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Every time I see you...chapter 2 ↰

...my throbbing heart rate spikes up

Author: bvidzsoo

Pairing: Song Mingi x female reader

☆ Warning: smut ☆ Word count: 7k ☆ Rating: mature ☆ Genre: slice of life, established situationship, post university setting, smut ☆ Summary: A surprise visit which was supposed to convey you and Mingi cooking dinner, soon turns into something else as you find yourself in his bed, underneath him. You've done this before, so it's not supposed to bring unwanted emotions with itself, especially not the next day when you're simply enjoying your morning while walking to work with Mingi.

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A/N: Sorry for the later update, I had a busy day, but I hope you have fun reading this chapter. If you've been following me for long enough, you might know that I don't like writing smut, however, when the plot calls for it, I will slip it in to my best capacities. The smut in this story isn't written for 'entertainment' purposes, but to show how deep their understanding of each other and intimacy goes, so keep that in mind if it isn't as mind blowing as a smut writer usually makes it be lmao. On that note, I hope you've checked out the Pinterest board I've created for the series, and if not, you should! It showcases the aesthetic of the story and even parts of the plot that will be happening soon enough. I'd also like to inform you that there won't be an update next week because I'll actually be in Denmark at this time to see Ateez (I'm still in disbelief I'll see them in a week lmao). I hope you'll enjoy this chapter and I appreciate your feedback, so let me know what you think. If anyone wants to be tagged in this story, lmk! ^^ Enjoy now! divider

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🎧 Ⴘ𝜎𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝜎𝑤 𝘭 𝑤𝛼𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝜎𝑢, 𝘭 𝑤𝛼𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝛼ℎ / 𝘖ℎ 𝑛𝜎, 𝑦𝜎𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝜎𝜎 𝑐ℓ𝜎𝑠𝑒, 𝑃ℓ𝛼𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝒹𝛼𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝜎𝑢𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝓂𝑒 / 𝑈ℎ, 𝑐𝜎𝓂𝓂𝑖𝑡𝓂𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝘭 𝒹𝜎𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝛼𝘷𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝓂𝑒 / 𝛵𝑒ℓℓ 𝓂𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝘭 𝑔𝜎𝑡 𝑦𝜎𝑢 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝜎𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑒ℓ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 🎧

            The metal cart wasn’t even half as heavy now that I was shopping on my own, a lack of Mingi meant fewer expenses and less chocolate filling up the basked. I smiled to myself as I recalled one of the many instances of Mingi sneaking milk chocolate into the cart, acting as if I wouldn’t notice it at the self-checkout. He’d always bat his eyelashes at me and casually—at least he thought it looked like—put his hands in his pockets while slightly shuffling on his feet. Right, he thought playing nonchalant wouldn’t make it so obvious, but having known Mingi for a few years now, I could already tell when he was up to no good. And he was never up to any good in a store filled with candy. With a small shake of my head, I found myself heading down the candy aisle, looking for the sour gummies that disappeared within seconds around Mingi. His pantry was already filled with sweets and snacks, so I was sure his collection wasn’t lacking any sour gummies, but since I was already surprising him by stopping by, why not also gift him something sweet? There were only the essentials in my shopping cart: basil, parmesan, penne, and a small pack of cashews. The rest that was needed would be at Mingi’s place, thankfully he was a man who loved to cook, so his kitchen was better equipped than even mine at times.

I grabbed some marshmallows on the way to the self-checkout, wondering if I could convince Mingi to make me his famous hot chocolate as a little treat for surprising him with dinner tonight. Of course, the dinner wouldn’t come all served to his flat but get prepared there, not that Mingi had an issue with that. Early on in our friendship, we had learned that we both liked the quiet moments that we could share. Watching a movie after a long day while cosied up next to each other felt serene, reading in his bed on a rainy day brought contentment and comfort, and cooking in either his or my kitchen then brought a sense of belonging and joy that I haven’t found with anyone else. I had friends, quite plenty of them while at university, yet no one managed to bring out the calmness in me that came now naturally around Mingi. He was a one-of-a-kind person, and I could see it and feel it without anyone pointing it out to me. I nodded at the security guard as farewell once I was done checking out, the items for our dinner placed in my tote bag as I left the store. The evening was pleasant, not too cold nor warm, but wearing the thin cardigan before leaving the house was rather smart of me. I relinquished in the world that surrounded me as I walked towards Mingi’s apartment complex, head turning towards the playground as the kids screamed while chasing each other around.

There was something bittersweet in their naivety, and before it could sour my mood, I averted my gaze and focused on the headlights of the cars lighting up the streets, stronger than the old lampposts placed on the edge of the sidewalks. I liked living in a city that was big enough to allow one to feel invisible, it was easier to blend in rather than seek attention. I enjoyed meeting a stranger's gaze for a split second before we’d both never cross each other’s minds ever again, the other's face nothing but a blur on a crowded road. The green light blinked in warning as I reached the crosswalk, and I paused as it switched back to red, the previously stagnant cars now wheezing by the pedestrians. Standing too close to the edge never felt comfortable, so I left a few steps between myself and the edge of the sidewalk, watching as rowdy teenagers squeezed in front of me to be the first ones to cross. They were in a hurry based on their conversation, their movie would start in fifteen minutes and they were nowhere near close to the cinema. I smiled as I looked down at my shoes, the presence of other people surrounding me was something that I liked focusing on. I like the anonym life, but something was comforting in the thought that no matter how alone you might feel, there were always others around you, each person focused on their own issues and life…but they were there. You weren’t alone, even if you thought you had no one by your side. That’s another lesson I learned through my friendship with Mingi. Even in my darkest moments when I felt like the world was against me, Mingi would appear like the sun through a cloudy day and bring light into my life, proving to me that I was never really alone.

When I thought nobody would look out or care for me, Mingi managed to make himself seen like nobody else. Small gestures had always mattered to me, and Mingi was the type of person who noticed everything. He loved coming to your aid, helping you out if you were struggling, or even just being a silent supportive presence by your side. He fixed the wonky doorknob of my bedroom without me asking for it, sometimes I forgot to water my plants and I’d come home to Mingi showering them, or there were times when my wrists ached too much from having used them all day long so Mingi would wash the dishes wordlessly, and then there were the even smaller things like: opening doors for me, brushing my hair out of my face while we were eating, playing with my fingers if he noticed I was anxious, letting me borrow his jackets if I felt cold, allowing me to have the first bite of our dessert if we decided to share it, and so many more gestures that made him unforgettable. He was a genuine man, eager to give his affection to those eager to receive it. I didn’t deal well with emotions, letting them simmer until they bottled up and forced me to notice them. Mingi wasn’t like that, he was open about them and unafraid to voice his needs and complaints. Sometimes I admired him for his braveness, wishing to do better myself because I knew he deserved to have someone as genuine as him by his side.

The middle-aged married couple living across Mingi’s flat already knew me, their smiles were wide as they spotted me entering the building while they were leaving. I greeted them and answered when they asked about my day, wishing them a lovely date as they were headed out for the evening. Mingi lived on the third floor so I avoided taking the elevator, feeling stuffy and uncertain inside. I didn’t like the noises it made, nor the way it rattled before taking off. The building was old and the elevator was in of much-needed maintenance. The hallways were silent apart from the crying baby from the first floor, which could be heard even on Mingi’s floor. I suppose I would like to have kids at some point in the future, but I have never thought too deeply about it. It was a choice I would like to take with my future partner; besides, I enjoyed the quiet and slow life too much right now to feel ready to have a baby—let alone a serious relationship—right now. I knocked on Mingi’s front door, waiting patiently for him to come to the door. I knew he was home; he had texted me before he went to take a nap, his mind exhausted after the three courses he had during the day.

Another beat of silence passed before I heard the locks turning, the front door swinging open to reveal a shirtless Mingi. His dark hair was slightly damp and his cheeks were lightly flushed, the expanse of his chest able to catch anyone’s attention. His shoulders were wide and firm, his skin even tanner than usual since he had gone to the beach this summer. His biceps weren’t huge nor too eye-catching, but they flexed nicely with the slightest movement, never failing to grab my attention if he wore compressed tank tops or tees. His stomach wasn’t too ripped either nor too soft—more like somewhere in between—a trail of dark hair peeking through his sweatpants as my eyes trailed down. I’ve seen Mingi shirtless before—hell, I have seen him naked so many times that I couldn’t even count them on my hands anymore—but I never shied away from admiring his physique if he willingly put it on display. Surprise painted Mingi’s face when I finally looked back up, a small smile pulling at my lips.

“Look at you,” I chuckled, stepping through the threshold as Mingi slowly closed the door behind us, “You certainly know how to welcome your guests.”

Mingi snorted, rubbing the back of his head as I placed my tote bag on the ground before discarding my sneakers by the entrance.

“I wasn’t expecting anyone, to be honest,” He grabbed the tote bag off the floor for me, curiously peeking inside, “Did you bring food? Because I’m not complaining, then.”

I chuckled and grabbed his arm, stepping closer to lean into him. Mingi’s lips involuntarily pulled into a soft smile, eyes slowly blinking as he looked down at me, humming lowly. I didn’t have anything to say, I just liked to bask in the warmth of his body and the bodywash that I now associated with Mingi and only Mingi.

“I brought the ingredients,” I answered, leaning closer to press a chaste kiss against his collarbone, “The chefs are needed in the kitchen tonight.”

I took my bag from Mingi as he pressed a kiss against the side of my head before he started walking towards his bedroom, “Make yourself at home, I’ll be right back.”

I chuckled, then stepped into my slippers before scuffling over to the kitchen, swinging the bag in my hands as I walked to the aisle dividing Mingi’s chic kitchen from his living room. I placed the items I bought on the counter and allowed the tote bag to rest by the foot of the aisle, turning around to grab the pots out of the cupboard. I heard Mingi’s heavy footsteps approach as he grabbed his apron, tying it around his narrow waist. He stopped next to me and took the pot from my hands to fill it with water for the penne as I walked to the stove and turned it on. There was music faintly coming from Mingi’s bedroom, the door left wide open, and I wondered if it was the vinyl we had thrifted together. Mingi lived right by a busy street so the on-coming traffic usually filled his apartment, only quiet after midnight until the early morning hours. I walked to the window and opened it, pulling the curtain to the side so that the scent of the food wouldn’t fill the whole apartment.

“Oh, are we making Pesto tonight?” Mingi mused as he looked at the ingredients, going to retrieve the olive oil before he grabbed a bowl to mix the cheese in. He liked measuring everything beforehand and putting them in separate bowls so that it was clear how much he’d need to use, placing them in order of use as well. I walked back to his side and grabbed the grater, getting to work as I bit off a bit of the cheese before grating it. Mingi grabbed the small hand mixer to grind the cashew, his hip jutting out as he stood next to me, pressing into mine as I smiled, glancing at him from my peripheral. The mixer wasn’t too loud, so I didn’t wait for him to finish before I answered.

“Figured we could cook something quick and then read before bed?” I proposed lightly, turning my head as Mingi now grabbed the cheese I had grated, mixing it with the cashew and the spoonful of olive oil.

“Sure, that sounds nice.” His voice was deep as he hummed, grinding the rest of the ingredients together as I realised the basil needed some washing before we could use it. I opened the small casserole and walked to the sink, turning on the cold water as Mingi continued, “My professor and I settled on ethnology at last, but I’m still trying to figure out what I’d like to focus on specifically. He gave me a book to look through and said it might help me find a solid direction.”

I smiled as I turned the faucet off, shaking the water off the basil, “That’s great, I’m glad he wants to help you out unlike that asshole you wrote your bachelor’s degree with.”

Mingi chuckled as I came to stand next to him again, placing the basil in the bowl so that he could grind the sauce together, “Yeah, he made me work my ass off, but it paid off in the end.”

“I know,” I smiled and leaned up to press a kiss against his cheek, “Your score was the highest out of everyone graduating that year. That was rather hot of you.”

“Yeah?” Mingi smirked, leaning his hip against the counter now that the sauce was done, the pasta was next, but the water was yet to start boiling.

“What can I say,” I shrugged, facing Mingi with an amused look on my face, “I like my men pretty and smart.”

He pointed at his face, widening his eyes so that he’d look even cuter, “Hilarious, that’s me. No wonder you’re into me.”

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms in front of my chest, “Don’t let that huge ego of yours get to you now, I don’t like my men cocky.”

“No?” Mingi pouted, pushing off the counter to step closer, “Not even a little bit?”

I shook my head and he sighed heavily as if it was the end of the world, “Fine, I’ll stay humble and graduate three more colleges to make sure my academic hotness never dies.”

I laughed, shaking my head at Mingi’s absurd words, well aware that he could graduate that many more colleges if he wished to. Mingi was too smart for his own good, it was admirable. I was glad to somehow graduate from the one college I chose out of impulse, being lucky to find a job that not only had something to do with my degree but was also enjoyable.

“As long as you keep wearing your glasses, your academic hotness will never die.” Mingi raised his eyebrows as he stepped even closer, lazily pulling me into himself as his arms circled my waist.

“Really? That’s all I have to do?” He hummed before his eyebrows furrowed, “We’re back to the glasses talk and—wait, mom? Is that you?! I thought you wouldn’t call me today—”

I punched Mingi’s chest, throwing him a displeased look as he laughed, leaning down to kiss my lips but I turned my head to the side, feigning hurt. He huffed slowly, shaking his head in disappointment, “And my friends say I’m the drama queen.”

“You are quite dramatic, though,” I muttered as Mingi snickered, kissing my cheek before I could turn my head to face him again. He smiled softly as he raised his hand to brush a stray strand of hair out of my eyes, his fingers gently tracing my cheek before they curled around my jaw.

“I was raised like a princess, of course, I’m dramatic,” Mingi giggled, making me snort as I glanced towards the water. It was starting to boil, but it wasn’t quite there yet, “How was your day? Do your wrists hurt? Want a massage?”

“Today was thankfully quiet, I don’t think I would’ve survived a day like yesterday.” Client after client kept pouring in, and my boss and I didn’t get to have a lunch break at all as we were overloaded with commissions but also in-store orders, “I still have to mend a ring, but it’s not important. I thought I might do it tonight, but honestly, I’m not in the mood anymore.”

“Good,” Mingi hummed and leaned closer, making me raise my eyebrows at him, “because I’ve missed you, and I want to have you all to myself tonight.”

I laughed, trying to turn my head away once again when Mingi leaned in for a kiss, but his grip on my jaw tightened and held me in place. My eyes fluttered closed as Mingi’s lips met mine, warm and plump, soft yet more eager than before. His other hand slowly sneaked to my lower back and pulled me into his body, my arms going around his neck as I tilted my head for better access. Our lips moved languidly as Mingi slowly swayed us to the soft jazz music playing in the background, and I flinched when a car’s horn blared outside. We could both hear the water boiling now, but there was an insistence to Mingi’s wet lips that immobilised me as I breathed through my nose, head swirling with his familiar cologne. My fingers crumbled the collar of Mingi’s white tee as he bit my bottom lip, gently suckling on it before his tongue swiped over my bottom lip, asking for permission. I cupped his cheek and slightly pulled back, our breaths fanning each other’s faces as I gulped, not moving even an inch back.

“The pasta won’t be done if we continue.”

“I know, let’s hope the water doesn’t evaporate by the time we’re done.”

My chuckle was swallowed by Mingi’s lips finding mine again, a little more insistent, a little more desperate as I finally parted my lips, letting Mingi’s tongue past my teeth as he grabbed my waist and suddenly hoisted me up, my legs anchoring around his waist as Mingi held me in his arms, his tongue exploring my mouth as if it was our first time kissing. I loved kissing Mingi, it felt like he was always pouring something unspoken into it, something deep and meaningful. He didn’t have to bear his heart for me to understand, sometimes I could see it in his eyes, and other times I could feel it in the way he touched me. Even in our intimate moments, I felt like he had my back. He was as much in tune with his body as he was with mine, picking up on cues that indicated how comfortable or uncomfortable I felt by anything he did to me. My breath hitched in the back of my throat as our tongues glided against each other, slow and hot and making my heart race as Mingi hummed appreciatively in the back of his throat. I could feel his lips pull into a small smile, and I felt the sudden urge to cling to him harder, to squeeze his waist and sink my fingers into his smooth hair. There was something dormant in my chest that threatened to awaken in moments like this one, but I stopped it before it could ignite the whispers that would ruin everything.

I liked having Mingi like this, our friendship perhaps more than that, without the need to label it. It wasn’t necessary when we both knew we could reach out to the other, lay our heads in the other’s lap and just surrender. There was no trust without vulnerability, and sometimes I felt guilty for not being as transparent as Mingi was with me, but my heart would clench uncomfortably at the thought and I’d have the sudden urge to cry. Our lips moved more insistently as Mingi started walking, leaving the kitchen with slow steps, being careful so his feet wouldn’t get tangled in anything that would make him drop me. The jazz music became louder as we neared Mingi’s bedroom, and my lungs felt on fire as I cupped Mingi’s cheeks, mouth pressing against his with yearning. He pulled back gently when we reached the foot of his bed, and he pressed a kiss to my forehead before he kneeled on the mattress and slowly lowered me on it, untying his apron before getting settled between my legs. My lips were slightly swollen as I reached a hand out to trace Mingi’s lips, having always found them pretty. Mingi’s eyes closed as I gently traced his jawline and then sharp cheekbones, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him down into another searing kiss.

It didn’t last for long as Mingi gently pulled back, caressing my hair as he peppered kisses all over my face, but then his warm and wet lips found my neck as he gently nipped at my heated skin, muttering intangible words into it as I played with his hair, my heart racing in my chest. His kisses continued, going lower, bunching up my t-shirt as he mouthed at my stomach, licking it where he knew I was ticklish until I was pushing his head away with a small glare, making him smirk amused. But his lips were back on my body as he unbuttoned my jeans, pressing gentle kisses against my hipbones before he dwelled lower, hot breath hitting my clothed core. I gulped, face heating up as he closed his eyes and nosed at the damp fabric for a second, kissing the inside of my thigh before my panties were off my legs together with my jeans, Mingi’s head lost between my legs. My mouth opened and my eyes closed as I fisted the comforter, one hand tangling in Mingi’s hair as his tongue licked between my folds, nose hitting my clit. The breath hitched in my throat and my mouth fell open as he moved slowly with purpose, already familiar with every tick of my body.

Being with Mingi was always so easy, there was no need to fill the silence for it was never awkward or empty. He seemed to have an ability to read your mind and thus knew how to cater to your likes, he just knew how to please you instinctually. It was peculiar, he was unlike anyone I have ever known, he made life seem easier, coating it in childish joy. I gasped when he prodded at my clit, my hole clenching around nothing until one ring-clad finger suddenly filled it, making my fingers grip his hair tightly. Mingi hummed, I could feel his eyes on my face as I tried to stiffen a moan, mindful of his neighbours, but the suddenly fast pace of his finger and the agonisingly slow flick of his tongue made my stomach clench as my eyes flew open, finding Mingi’s as I moaned loudly. I should’ve expected the smirk crossing his face as he continued doing that, his name falling off my lips in a rush, fingers pulling painfully at his roots.

“Stop it,” I whispered, eyes shaking as Mingi added a second finger, my hips wishing to kick off the mattress but Mingi held me down by my hips before I could do so, “More, please.”

Mingi hummed again, his two fingers plunging deeper and curling as my mouth fell open in a breathy moan, toes curling as he leaned forward to kiss my navel, lips hovering over the tattoo on my right hipbone, nipping at the skin before he slowly kissed up my body, fingers never once stopping, but alleviating in pace. I was panting by the time our lips found each other again and Mingi’s breath stuttered when I grabbed him through his sweatpants, his dick heavy and hard as I squeezed it, making Mingi groan as he ground down into my hand. Before I could reach inside his sweatpants, however, he pulled away just as I could feel the tension slowly build up in my lower stomach, my eyes wide as I watched him stand. I quickly pulled my t-shirt over my head as Mingi got rid of his clothes too, standing by the end of the bed in his naked glory. He was a gorgeous man, making you wish you could gaze at him forever and more. He grabbed a condom out of the nightstand before coming back to kneel between my legs, a small smile on his lips as he rolled it on, kissing between my breasts as he aligned himself, looking down between our bodies. I knew what was coming, we’ve done this plenty of times before, yet the careful and slow way he eased himself inside never failed to push a moan out of me, my body feeling like it was made of glass with how gently Mingi handled it.

It was moments like this one that I could completely unravel, to let go of all the fears and doubts that plagued my mind, because in Mingi’s arms, I knew I could be vulnerable and he wouldn’t use it against me. My eyes fluttered close as Mingi caged me between his body and the mattress, his dick stretching me out much like always, I needed a second to adjust to it once he bottomed out. He smiled, grabbing my jaw to press a kiss against my lips as I hummed, arms going around his torso to hug him close to myself as my legs locked around his hips, making sure there was no gap between our bodies. I liked feeling him on top of me, his weight like a blanket of security, something that would lock me into the present and not let my mind wander to all the what-ifs. Mingi moved, slowly and teasingly almost as he pulled halfway out before easing back in, enjoying the way my face contorted in pleasure. I knew he couldn’t keep this pace up for long because his own needs would catch up with him, and as I raised my head to whisper his name in his ear, something finally snapped in him as he shuddered, hips picking up their movement as he pulled out almost all the way, pushing back in almost as if he was in a rush.

I moaned, head falling back as I tried to meet his thrusts halfway, his hot breath fanning over my mouth making me latch onto his jaw, sucking his skin as Mingi pushed himself up just a little bit, bracing himself above my head as he dragged his hips faster, his mouth open as he looked down at me, our eyes meeting. My whole body burned as the pressure was slowly building back up, his length reaching places only Mingi could, my mouth was dry as I bit my bottom lip, trying to keep it down. But one large hand grabbed my breast as Mingi’s fingers played with my nipple and my back arched into his touch, eyebrows furrowing as a new wave of pleasure rushed through my body.

“Go faster, please.” I breathed out as Mingi grunted, his hair falling into his sharp eyes as he started pistoning his hips, my mouth falling open as I clung to him, nails digging into his back. Mingi’s chest heaved as low grumbles tumbled past his lips, eyebrows furrowing as his grip turned just a bit painful on my breast, pain and pleasure have always been a fine line with Mingi.

“Fuck, you take me so well,” Mingi muttered more to himself, his face contorting in pleasure as he grabbed my left knee and pushed my leg towards my chest, making me gasp as he reached deeper, brushing against my sweet spot. Mingi felt the way my body locked up for a second, eyes widening, and he wasted no second plunging in against the same spot again and again, his grunts now a melody of their own as they amalgamated with my keens and the jazz music. My hand gripped Mingi’s bicep, nails leaving dents in his gorgeous body for everyone to see, and I looked at Mingi to find him already gazing at me, “I’m so close.”

I gulped around nothing, my throat dry as I nodded wordlessly, reaching down to rub my clit as my ears started ringing, the chord so tight in my abdomen that it was close to snapping anytime, “Don’t stop, Mingi.”

Mingi moaned after a harder snap of his hips, the slapping of skin louder than the vinyl that was playing, my moans were almost a mantra as I pulled Mingi down to silence them, our kiss messy as my body locked up with finality. Mingi’s name was just a whisper on my lips as the tightness finally snapped, an electric-like feeling filling my body as my skin was covered in goosebumps. Mingi gasped before his hips stuttered, losing their steady rhythm as he slammed back in a few more times, coming to a standstill once his orgasm was over too. Our chests rose and fell rapidly as Mingi’s eyes closed, his head hanging low as I stared up at the ceiling, my fingertips gently rubbing the dents my nails had left in his bicep. He leaned down and I looked at him, leaning up to kiss him on the forehead before he could kiss my lips and he froze, his eyes fluttering open. I gave him a small smile as he chuckled, pulling out and then getting off me, my body still buzzing as I lay on top of Mingi’s bed, watching him tie the condom off before throwing it away. He then pulled the needle off the record player, silence filling the room.

“We should really cook that pasta now.” Mingi’s voice was lower, his expression serene and his eyes void of worries as I chuckled, pushing up onto my elbows.

“I don’t want to get up just yet.” I pouted, kicking my legs slightly as Mingi chuckled, leaning down to grab his white tee. He threw it in my face before he slipped on his sweatpants, and then headed for the door.

“Stay in bed then, I’ll be back in two minutes.” I hummed as I watched him go back to the kitchen to take care of the boiling water and pasta, then pulled his white tee on before I got off the bed to pull the comforter back. Just as I was about to get in, Mingi came in like a bulldozer, arms around my torso as he made us fall into the bed, giggling while I struggled to breathe as he now lay on top of me.

“Get off, you’re heavy!” I screeched as I tried to crawl out from underneath him, and Mingi obliged after he swiftly kissed my nape, snuggling in behind me as I pulled the comforter over our bodies.

“Five minutes and then we go have dinner.” Mingi mumbled into my skin as his hand landed on my naked thigh, lightly tracing my skin, “How about we skip reading tonight? I’m sleepy.”

I smiled, turning slightly to look back at him, “You can go to sleep, I want to read a bit.”

“Sure.” Mingi smiled and kissed my shoulder before he buried his head between my scapulas, letting out a long sigh as silence wrapped around us. For a split second, my control over my treacherous heart slipped and the whispers reached my ears, saying that I craved Mingi like I craved water or food, that I needed Mingi by my side like I needed oxygen to survive. I gulped, eyebrows slightly furrowing as I realised my heart was still racing, but it wasn’t in excitement, it was due to the deeply buried anxiety that told me Mingi’s affection wasn’t as pure as I liked to believe it was.

            There was something dull about this morning, something that made life feel simpler than it was. The sun was hidden behind the clouds, the sky a light shade of grey as the air was chillier than the night before. It was increasingly obvious that the summer was over, and the ominous autumn days were now taking over the once sunny days. And despite that, the song of the birds carried above our heads like an echo, a beautiful and calming sound as our path took us through a lush green park, mostly empty at this hour except for the runners and the dog owners who followed after their pets. The fingers of my right hand were slightly chilly as they firmly held onto Mingi’s hand, our arms swinging between our bodies as we walked at a leisurely pace, not in a rush yet. The bus ride was swift since we went down to the bus stop just in time, so, we had some time to pass until the jewellery store opened. Despite the grey hoodie hugging around my body that Mingi had lent me, I shivered, and he cast a curious glance down at me. I looked up at him with a soft smile, raising one eyebrow as Mingi shrugged, putting our intertwined hands into the pocket of his bomber jacket.

“It’s chilly, isn’t it?” Mingi mused, his lips pursed as he looked straight ahead once again.

“Yes, and it’ll only get worse.” I sighed, already dreading the cold winter days that would come in just two months. Mingi hummed, bumping his shoulder against mine as he walked closer, almost as if he wished to share his never-ending body heat with me. He was like a furnace at times, a complete saviour during the cold, snowy, winter days when I could bury myself in his side and bask in his warmth. I felt my cheeks heat all of a sudden as I turned my head away, hoping that my hair would frame my face and hide it from Mingi’s knowing eyes. It made no sense that I’d become a blushing mess all of a sudden, Mingi has been doing these things forever. It was nothing new that we held hands while walking, nor the fact that I wore his clothes, or that he warmed our hands by putting them in his pocket. And yet, it felt different. A choking-like emotion tried to crawl up my throat as I sighed, trying to shake my thoughts away before they could sour my mood.

“I like the rusty-coloured leaves in the autumn, no matter how cold it is,” Mingi spoke up as we left the park, back on the busy main street. Life seemed more hectic here, people brushing past each other as the traffic lights flickered from green to red every other minute, only complicating the already raging traffic, “The café gets cosier too, everyone wants hot chocolate all of a sudden, or pumpkin-spiced latte. My boss also buys a lot of cinnamon and orange-scented candles around this time, so it’s always a fun time walking inside the shop, wondering whether the scent of coffee or the candles will hit me first.”

“Our store always smells of incense, blue sage mostly or white musk since these two seem to have cleansing properties…at least that’s what my boss believes.” I shrugged as Mingi smiled, bumping his shoulder into mine again and making me tumble slightly to the side. I scoffed and narrowed my eyes at him as I gently jabbed his side with my elbow, making him snort under his breath as we turned right, walking away from the busy and loud street.

“Your store always feels so fresh and welcoming, those incense sticks are certainly doing their jobs then.” I hummed in thought, never really having paid attention to that. But Mingi must be right since I’m already used to my boss's shenanigans and the store’s customs. The store was now in sight and I glanced down at my wristwatch, realising we were fifteen minutes early, but the lights were already on inside the store. My boss would sometimes come in earlier to finish the previous day’s commissions, “By the way, about our getaway.”

“What about it?” I asked as we stopped at the crosswalk, looking at both sides of the road before crossing it. A lone car cruised down the street, its engine silent as I watched it go by.

“I found a homey lodge by the edge of the forest not even two hours away, what do you think?” Mingi asked, fishing for his phone as my eyebrows furrowed.

“That sounds like the setting of a horrible but successful horror movie, don’t you think?” Mingi laughed and turned his phone for me to look at. Well, the lodge was small and downright gorgeous as Mingi swiped through the pictures, the two of us had stopped on the sidewalk to make sure we didn’t walk into anything or anyone. The wood panels were a light maroon, and the lodge seemed to have a well-equipped kitchen, a small living and dining area, a spacious but cosy bedroom, and a rather modern-looking bathroom. The price on the posting didn’t seem too bad, so I nodded my head in agreement, “Okay, I like this place.”

“Right? It’s so beautiful.” Mingi sighed dreamily, putting his phone away, “Looks so relaxing and just…quiet. I don’t know why I have this sudden urge to go away for a few days, but it’s getting worse and worse as days go by.”

I hummed, squeezing his hand encouragingly. I knew Mingi could get overwhelmed easily, often losing himself in his workload, letting stress bring him down until he caught the flu and would be bedridden for a week. I couldn’t let that happen again, so, going away for a mini-holiday seemed like a very smart choice for the two of us at the moment.

“Your master’s is getting to you, Mingi, and it’s okay. You’re stressed about finding a good subject, and you’re also taking on more shifts than necessary at the café.” Mingi pouted, hanging his head low as he adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, “Do you think we could go in two weeks? Or is it too sudden?”

“No, that actually sounds lovely,” Mingi quickly said as we came to a stop in front of the store. He faced me and grabbed my other hand as well, intertwining our fingers. His rings were colder than his hands as they dug into my skin, and I found myself thumbing at one of them. His rings were always pretty, much like Mingi, they fit with his character well. They were mostly silver and chunky, but not to the point it was distasteful.

“Good, then book the lodge for us.” Mingi’s smile was instant, stretching from one ear to another, his nose scrunching and his eyes becoming smaller as I found my heart racing uncontrollably once again. His crooked front teeth made him even more endearing and I gulped, wanting to reach out and trace his lips gently with my fingertips. I felt like I could stare at his face—at his smile—forever as Mingi’s body basically vibrated with joy, excited to get away for a few days. I chuckled and ignored my growing anxiety, opting to squeeze his hands as I raised his left hand to press a quick kiss against his knuckles. Mingi’s smile softened, his eyes glinting in the morning light, and I felt unable to look at him any longer as we let go of each other’s hands.

“Have an easy shift, I’ll text you later.”

“Thank you, rest your eyes in between reading.”

Mingi winked, turning on his heels and walking back down the way we had come, headed back to his flat. I let my eyes follow his retreating form, chuckling when he abruptly spun around to wave at me with a smug smile. I shook my head and walked inside the store, glad that I was out of the morning’s coldness. It had felt rejuvenating, but now that my teeth chattered, I was even more glad to be inside a warm place, with heavy incense burning away in the corner to freshen up the air. I walked to the backdoor and knocked on it before entering, finding my boss buried deep in her work, twisting intricate models into the necklace she was crocheting.

“Good morning,” I greeted her as I placed my tote bag on the floor and pulled the sleeves of the hoodie lower to hide my arms, trying to bury myself fully underneath it. My boss glanced up with a small smile before she looked back down at her craft, eyebrows furrowing as she concentrated on her task.

“Good morning, did you sleep well?” I blushed so suddenly that I was stunned for a second, needing to gulp a few times as I chuckled, averting my eyes when my boss looked at me questioningly.

“Yes, of course, and you?” She gave me a knowing look before she shrugged, tying off a knot.

“The full moon’s getting closer so I struggle falling asleep, but I’m well rested thankfully.” I hummed, grabbing a hair tie to tie my hair back, then grabbed a stool to sit down next to her. There was another unfinished bracelet sitting to the side, perhaps I could help my boss out before we opened up the store, “I like your hoodie, I haven’t seen it on you before. Is it new?”

I bit my bottom lip as I shrugged, looking down at the fabric as I picked at the sleeves of it, suddenly very aware of the fact that not only the hoodie smelled like Mingi, but the rest of my clothes and hair as well. I hoped my boss couldn’t smell it as I sniffed at the collar of the hoodie, trying to stop myself from blushing when I realised everyone could tell I was wearing a man’s clothing. It didn’t feel too appalling to smell like Mingi, to wear his clothes and have others see it, the realisation wasn’t nearly as disheartening as I would’ve first assumed. Not that it felt empowering wearing a man’s hoodie, nor did I do it because I wanted the world to know that I had someone…because I didn’t. I was content on my own, sharing my space and time with a man who had the same life values as me, and respected me as much as I respected him. I hummed to myself, grabbing the emerald-coloured bracelet as I concluded that wearing Mingi’s clothes felt right, and not because I wanted the world to know I wasn’t alone, but because I knew it belonged to a person like Mingi.

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[cicerfics]

Q's 10 Favorite Jumpers, Rated and Reviewed By 007

With Rebuttals (and Revised Rebuttals) from the Quartermaster Himself

Gifted to @foxsoulcourt over on Station Pacific, just for being awesome!

Fits Q like a glove and the shade sets off Q's lovely winter complexion. 9/10.

Didn't this ridiculous business of seasonal color analysis go out when I was still in primary school? You're dating yourself, 007.

Well, somebody has to, since you wouldn't let me take you out for a drink last night.

...

Color less garish than usual, but fuzzy texture makes Q look like he's growing mold. Off-putting. At least, as off-putting as is possible for a man of Q's caliber. 6/10.

It's mohair, you heathen, not mold!

And stop talking about my 'caliber' if you

...

The color washes out your complexion. You ought to stick to darker shades, dear. Still, this one fits you snugly and the knit is thin enough that I can see your nipples when it's chilly in the server room. 8/10, it'd look even better on my bedroom floor.

You are no longer allowed in the server room when I'm in there, effective immediately, lest I file a complaint with Human Resources. Stop looking at my nipples. (And there's a phrase I never thought I'd have to use when addressing a colleague at Her Majesty's Secret Service.)

I live to defy expectations.

Color does marvelous things for Q's eyes but the squiggles give me vertigo. 5/10.

Get your eyes checked, old man, and stop blaming my jumpers for your vision difficulties!

Ranking has dropped to 4/10 due to Q's insolence. Be nicer to me, or I'll be the one to file a complaint with HR. Age discrimination is against regulations, my dear.

Stop calling me that

I don't really think you're that old

You do need reading glasses though

I never thought I'd see the day 007 cites regulations to me.

Why are there so many bars and blocks? Why isn't the jumper one harmonious shade of gray? Atrocious. 3/10.

It's comfortable

It reminds me of that time you

Don't lie, I've caught you looking at me when I was wearing th

It's considered artistic, 007, but of course you wouldn't know anything about that.

Grand old warship, Q. Nothing more.

Don't be ridiculous, of course you're more than

...

Reminds me of my grandfather. Deeply disturbing that I still want to shag Q even when he dresses like my grandfather. 2/10, will be reporting the quartermaster to Dr. Wilson for damaging my psyche.

You will do no such thing. That poor woman has enough to bear as it is. Overseeing your routine psych screenings is enough to warrant hazard pay.

I've caught you looking at me in this one too

You don't own this one, but you should. Let me buy it for you, darling. 10/10, would tug you into a broom cupboard during your lunch hour and undo the buttons with my teeth.

What is your obsession with Tom Ford

I don't see why

You say things like this but then you never follow throu

Why did you cancel our dinner the other nigh

I am not the sort of gentleman who permits himself to be despoiled in broom cupboards, thank you very much.

Puts me in mind of those odd little sailor suits posh people used to make their children wear. I think someone put me in one, once, ages ago. 1/10, you already look young enough to make me feel like a filthy old man, no need to make it worse.

I wouldn't mind if you were a bit 'filthier', actua

Well, if the shoe fits.

And you scold me about wasting money with damaged equipment and bloodied suits. Look at the price tag on this. Outrageous. 10/10, worth every penny, you're delectable in this one.

I only bought it to treat myself after

It was my birthday and i

You said you were taking me out for dinner for the occasion but then you

…Thank you.

I'd ask what I've done to deserve this torture, but I suppose I already know the answer to that. 0/10, I will have burned this one by the time you've read this list, and I apologize for nothing.

You know exactly what you've done, yes.

Three million pounds of my department funding for heaven's sake

Not to mention the fact that you canceled our dinner after I

And I hardly bought this to torture you. I don't buy my clothes with you in mind, 007. Don't be so arrogant.

And if that isn't an empty threat and you've actually broken into my flat and destroyed my personal property, I'll have your head.

My. How forward of you, Q. Well, I'll have to insist you take me out to dinner first. Then you can have whatever bits of me you like.

Don't be vulgar, you menace.

Not unless you're going to follow through on

You're the one who backed out of the dinn

Did you really burn it?

It was a threat to national security. Could sear a man's eyes right out of his skull. It had to go.

The cats agreed with me. They didn't put up any protest when I pilfered from your wardrobe.

For heaven's sake.

Then they're getting their least favorite flavor of tinned food for supper. And you're not getting dinner from me at all.

Now, I hope I'm not being punished for cancelling on you last week.

Of course I'm not

I don't see why you

You

...

You're being punished for wasting your day reviewing my jumpers rather than completing your overdue AARs. Please allow me to direct your attention to the rather large pile of paperwork with your name on it.

Sod the paperwork.

Q. I'm sorry I cancelled. You have no idea how sorry. But something came up.

I'm sure it did.

Something to do with the job.

...

Some internal business. Something had to be taken care of.

Somebody had to be taken care of.

...

Mallory told me not to discuss it with any of the department heads just yet. I handled it, but the job won't be declassified until tomorrow. Expect Tanner to call you and the others in for a meeting in the morning.

...Oh.

Well.

You should've told me sooner.

Q, I'm shocked! You're saying I should've gone against Mallory's direct orders and disclosed classified material to you against his will?

Of course that what I'm saying, you filthy hypocrite. You could've told me. I would've been discreet.

I know you would've been. That's not the point.

...

...Bond?

I'm trying to keep you out of trouble these days.

Trying not to be the man who ruins your career.

You've never

If that's how you feel then why

Even if you did, I'd

Rather unflattering that you assume I can't take care of myself.

I can, I'll have you know. And I never asked you to protect me. I can protect myself...and I can protect you in the bargain, thank you very much. I'm rather good at it, in fact.

Well, I can't argue with you there.

...

...?

Suppose we don't wait for tomorrow's meeting.

Suppose I take you out to dinner and tell you all about the whole sordid business tonight.

...You're planning on disclosing confidential intel in the middle of an Italian restaurant?!

Suppose we skip the restaurant.

Suppose I bring a couple of curries round to your flat and we talk about it there.

The flat you recently burglarized.

Let's not dwell on the past, dear.

Besides, I think the cats are warming up to me.

And I've got an overdue birthday present for you.

...Dare I ask what it is?

A replacement for the jumper I burned. A whole new ensemble, in fact.

Something much better than anything in your wardrobe. Much worthier of you. Something to show off those good looks of yours.

Will you let me give it to you this evening?

...Ah.

Well, I was going to ask what I should wear when you come over, since you have such strong opinions on the matter.

But if you're bringing a new outfit along, perhaps I shouldn't bother to put anything on at all?

Darling, I always said you were a genius.

19:00 tonight, your place. I'd say 'dress to impress', but I think your idea is best.

There's no improving on perfection, after all.

Do you really

I want you to

For God's sake, if you don't make good on your promises this time, I'll

19:00, then. I trust you know the address

Please try to be on time, 007.

For you, Q?

I'll be early.

[chaotic-noceur]

OOPS

summary: university AU where Greg is a coding genius and reader is decidedly NOT cut out for coding, but stuck in a coding class. Greg helps out where he can. Frustration and fluff ensues.

pairing: Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz x Reader

warnings: sitting on the floor, Princess as a pet name, not proof read

authors note: listen, i'm just trying to not have a break down over this stupid coding assignment and I just want Greg to come tell me it's gonna be okay and walk me through it T_T

When you'd first told him about the programming course you were taking (a course he'd taken a couple semesters ago), he'd gone ahead and dug out the little notes that he had taken for the course. Unfortunately for you, he was more of a learn-by-doing guy than a notetaking guy. He'd offered to help you whenever you needed it though. So here he was, sitting on your living room floor as you worked away on your assignment while he listened to a podcast for his research.

He's spinning his stylus in one hand, as he fidgets with the string of his hoodie with the other. Greg slides his headphones off as the rapid clicking of the backspace key catches his attention. He raises an eyebrow at you in question as you turn to meet his gaze.

"The instructions don't make sense. My code won't compile. The error message isn't helpful." You bury your head into your hands. "I don't know what I'm doing," you mumble into your hands.

Greg chuckles lightly and you pick your head up as he shifts his iPad across the table to make space for your laptop. He slings his arm across your shoulder as he asks, "what are you working on?"

"If I knew the answer to that, my day would be going a lot better." He cracks one of his lopsided smiles at your response before turning his attention to the open files on your screen. He takes a few minutes to skim through the assignment instructions before scrolling through your coding file.

"Alright. I'll be your rubber duck," he offers., turning slightly to face you again. "Walk me through what you understand and what you're trying to do." He feels you tense against his arm and he tags on a gentle "hey, it'll be alright. We'll take it one line at a time. You don't have to be right, we'll figure it out together. Okay?" There's still a hint of uncertainty in your eyes, but you nod your head regardless.

The next few hours are spent with him bouncing between browsing papers for his research and talking through your assignment. By the time you finally call it quits for the night, he'd switched out his reading material from research papers to the book he'd borrowed from his professor a few days ago, 'just for fun'.

"I hate it," you mumble as you stare up at your ceiling. You're laying with your head in Greg's lap. He's drawing shapes along your arm absentmindedly as he reads.

"I know," he replies sympathetically, attention still on the book in his other hand.

After a period of silence, he glances down to check if you're asleep when you whisper out a "I'm sorry..."

"Why are you apologising?" You shrug as you sit up, busying yourself with fluffing your pillow. Greg puts his book down. "What's the matter?"

"It's silly..." he turns to face you fully so you know that you have his undivided attention; and that he wasn't going to drop this. You inhale deeply. "I just hate that I hate it, y'know? That it doesn't click with me the same way it clicks for you. I just wish I could enjoy it as much as you do. But all it does is make me feel like an idiot..." And Greg feels his heart break a little at your admission.

You hadn't taken this class because of him, he knows that. You'd taken it because you had to, per faculty requirements. And he'd be lying if he said there wasn't a part of him that wanted you to find joy in coding. But he also understands that it's not for everyone.

"Listen to me," he cups your cheek to bring your eyes to meet his. "Writing code isn't meant for everyone. It's okay that it isn't meant for you. I'm not gonna love you any less just because it took you 10 tries to get your return function to work." He cracks a smile so you know he's just teasing and you pull a face. He chuckles before continuing, shifting closer to you in the process. "Just because coding isn't your strong suit, doesn't mean you aren't the smartest person I know. I loved you before I signed up to be your rubber duck, and I'll continue loving you after, for as long as you'll have me."

"You promise?"

"I promise, Princess." He kisses your forehead and lingers there for a moment, throwing his arms around you when he feels you sink into him. You stay like that for a while, cherishing the small moments of calm in the midst of the academic chaos.

"Hey, Greg?" He hums in acknowledgement. "I love you too."

[themuseinthewoods]

Guidelines and Masterlist

Hello! Thank you so much for joining me on my writing journey! (I update my Masterlist every time I post a fic of some kind, except match ups as those are personal). Check guidelines before requesting.

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muse writes fanfic

muse fucks around with a fandom

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What I won't write/or a grey area:

I do not write requests with anything including yandere, stalker, s*xual assault or involving characters unaliving thyselves.

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Almost anything else I will do my best to write! Platonic, or romantic.

I'll do head canons, imagines, preferences, one shots, custom incorrect quotes and match ups(please ask my brain needs a project)

If I ever run out of room for links here, then I will make a Masterlist part two.

General guidelines:

For match ups, just send me the fandom from my list and a little bit about yourself! I need a basic description of your physical features (hair color and eye color), some about your personality and hobbies and whether you want a male or female character! You can request more then one fandom with the understanding the more you request the less head canons you get but I will do as many as are on my list

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Doesn't matter your gender/sexuality, I will try and do gender neutral readers. I can definitely to female reader and I would be willing to try and write a male reader!

My fandoms are:

To Wong Fu, thanks for everything, Julie Newmar

The Lord of the rings/The Hobbit

the Outsiders

Boondock saints

Tombstone 1993

top gun (1&2)

Troy (2004)

Star wars (the bad batch, the mandalorien, and movies 4 to 6)

Night at the Museum (1&2)

Enola Holmes

the 13th warrior

Sherlock BBC

Princess bride

Prince of Egypt

Robin Hood: Prince of thieves

Robin Hood: men in tights

X-men

pirates of the Caribbean

some Disney

I will also write for the Iliad, the Odyssey and Greek mythology overall (yes, I am a nerd lol) and Arthurian legends and characters. And honestly, I'll try to write for anything because I love a challenge but I do reserve the right to not do one I do not think I can do.

My longer stories which are on my quotev account:

Life is like a box of chocolates- A Forrest Gump fic. What if Forrest had another friend? His younger sister, Cecelia Rose, would always be his friend. Throughout their childhood, she helped him with homework, to adult hood, when she helped him with his shrimp business. This book does deal with the sensitive topics.

The day she turned seventeen...and the aftermath- A Star Wars fic. Rhea is basically a genius. Half Arkanian, she has enough brains to take down the empire. Which is the very same reason they want her dead. After a life full of pain and loss, this time losing the one place she feels she belongs in this world, she cracks her knuckles and gets to work doing what she can to survive. But, will she thrive?

Daughter of Warriors- A Hobbit and Lord of the rings fic aka my pride and joy. Amira is a daughter, sister, student, ranger, warrior, and friend. Follow her as she learns and grows to embody all the roles that life, and sometimes Gandalf, have cast her for.

Masterlist:

Tombstone 1993

Headcanons for romantic relationships with Tombstone men

Fancy- potential Wyatt, doc, or Johnny x f!reader

Wyatt Earp

Fancy- (Wyatt Earp's ending)

Doc Holliday

Fancy- (Doc Holliday's ending)

Platonic headcanons with Doc Holliday (gn!reader)

Johnny Ringo

Fancy-(Ringo's ending)

Troy (2004)/the Iliad cause I like both

Incorrect Troy 2004 quotes

Incorrect Troy 2004 quotes 2

Incorrect Troy 2004 quotes 3

Incorrect Troy 2004 quotes 4

General headcanons:

Modern au! Men of Troy (2004) with Spanish speaking gn!reader (Achilles, Patroclus, Hector, Paris, and Odysseus)

Men of Troy (2004) doing the trend to Rhianna’s song breaking dishes except in ancient Greece (Achilles, Patroclus, Hector, Paris and Odysseus)

NSFW Headcanons for asking the man of troy if you can ride their face. Female reader.

Headcanons for cuddling with the men of Troy (2004)

The Men of Troy (2004) reacting to the reader being groped unwantedly by a strange man

Headcanons for coming out to the characters Troy (2004) (LGBTQIA+ oriented)

Headcanons for waking up with the men of Troy (2004) gn!reader (features Achilles, Hector, Paris and Odysseus)

Soldier. Poet. King. - a song fic with endings for Achilles ending Hector ending Odysseus ending

Girl's just wanna have fun-Achilles x Y/n and Hector x Muse

Achilles:

A quiet moment- Achilles x F!reader

Chance meeting- Achilles x F!reader

Sea shells by the sea shore- Achilles x gn!reader

the prequel- Captive hearts (told form Achilles pov)

the main story- Comfort in your arms- Achilles x female reader

part two- Haunted past. New beginnings.

You for you (Achilles edition) Achilles x female reader

Lament of friends Achilles x sibling!gn!reader, after Patroclus dies, his best friend is left hurt and tired of the constant war. (Angst)

Headcanons for Achilles as gn!readers older brother

Headcanons for a romantic relationship with Achilles with gn!reader

Imagine giving Achilles a back rub as he talks shit about Agamemnon...

Imagine Achilles comforting you when he finds you crying...

Hector:

Wedding dance- Hector x f!reader

Headcanons for Hector as a girl dad with daughter!reader

Headcanons for a romantic relationship with Hector with gn!reader

Imagine Hector comforting you after he finds you crying...

Odysseus:

Headcanons for a romantic relationship with Odysseus with gn!reader

Hands of healing Odysseus x reader fic that was requested

Patroclus:

Imagine taking care of Patroclus after he gets cut sparing with Achilles...

Briseis:

You for you (Briseis edition)

Star wars:

The Bad Batch:

Wrecker:

Imagine Wrecker trying to teach gn!reader to punch but.....

Disney:

Pixie hallow (4 to 6 fairys per request please for headcanons or preferances)

Headcanons for Tinkerbell, Silvermist, Fawn and Vidia with a platonic! female!human!reader who plays the Ocarina

Frozen:

Headcanons for Elsa and Anna having an adopted younger sibling (gn!reader)

Cinderella:

Headcanons for what if the blue fairy visit Ed Cinderella instead of the fairy godmother

Hercules:

Kiss the girl- Hercules x F!reader

Lord of the rings:

Imagine the fellowship taking care of you while your sick...

Aragorn:

Imagine Aragorn listening to your info dump about your current hyper focus and he's just happy you trust him enough to do so…

BBC Sherlock:

Imagine spending Christmas with your older brother John and his friend Sherlock.....

X-men:

Imagine wrapping Christmas presents with Professor X

Imagine Professor X and Logan taking you to a Christmas market

[marlinspirkhall]

For Uhura Month @uhuramonth day 4, prompt: “Diplomacy”, here's chapter 1 of “The Fabric Of Her Life”

Summary: When a first contact mission goes wrong, Kirk is incapacitated, and Nyota must navigate an unfriendly planet without the aid of a universal translator.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series (Movies)

Relationship: James T. Kirk & Nyota Uhura

Characters: Nyota Uhura, James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Hikaru Sulu

Additional Tags: Universal Translator Malfunction, Captivity, Hostage Scenario, Endometriosis, Medical Negligence, (past) Medical Negligence, Trans James T. Kirk

Note: This fic includes mentions of past medical negligence, themes of ableism, ableist character(s) & microaggressions.

Chapter 1: Silk

“Now, , you've read my report, but let's go over the salient points again.”

Ambassador Vodel wears an outfit made entirely from tie-dyed fabric. It's a style popular with most civilians they encounter in deep space, though, if it weren't for these pre-contact briefings, Jim would have no idea what passed for fashion on Earth right now.

“The Ignee have been warp-capable for twenty years, but their maximum warp speed is equivalent to our zero-point-five.” As Vodel struts, the silk swishes importantly. “Like humans, they were spacefarers long before they discovered warp tech- but, unlike us, they'd already colonized every M-Class planet in their solar system when they did so. We encountered one of their manned ships on the edge of Federation space, and it's still there, I very much suspect! The ship maintains constant communication with Igneous-Delta through radio contact alone, but don't ask me how. Naturally, they were a little surprised when we contacted them via subspace, but their instruments picked it up well enough. I imagine it was like receiving the Wow! signal, only a little less…” He waves a hand. “... You know.”

Jim doesn't. “I'll bet they were surprised when your ship turned up, too.” He says.

“Well, quite. Shooting across the galaxy in a fraction-of-a-fraction of the time it takes them to do it, I'm sure they were amazed.” He turns his head. “I think that's why they're so receptive to us.”

“Why wouldn't they be receptive?” Jim shields his eyes as they round the corner, and overhead lights begin their simulated sunrise. The corridor paints Vodel’s robes magenta.

“Well, I thought they were Luddites at first, you know. My crew disagreed, but they came around to my way of thinking: absolutely zero evolution of warp technology in twenty years, zero progress in communications, their planetary servers are still entirely dependent on Ethernet- they'd love this ship, all these datacards…!”

Kirk maintains a blank face. “Speaking of which, my head of communications mentioned-”

“- Ah yes, the lovely Ms Uhura. I do believe my Yeoman is busy replicating a new stack of cards as we speak. As for your chief science officer-”

“And first officer-”

“Two very demanding titles! How peculiar, to have them both filled by one person... But, I suppose he is Vulcan, isn't he?”

“Yes,” Jim says, forcibly. “But-”

“-Well, tell him we haven't got any botanical readings. We did the preliminary atmosphere checks- the safety checks, and all that. The air is fresh, the ground is walkable, and- although we don't have any Vulcans on our crew- if you're in the habit of sending two of your most senior roles on an away mission at the same time; I'm sure he'll be perfectly safe.” He chuckles at his own joke.

“We need that information to plan our away team.” Jim says, levelly.

“I'm afraid I don't follow.”

“Your Conditions Report was missing key allergen information.”

“Allergen information?” He clicks his tongue. “Ah, yes. On a starship this size, I suppose you can't afford to be as discerning with your personnel, even if you are the flagship.”

Jim stops moving. “What?”

Vodel is halfway down the corridor. “Stars below, have I hit a nerve?”

Jim blinks. “Perhaps you should continue briefing me.”

“Well-” he hesitates. “Yes.” He hums. “The Ignee are incredibly concerned with honesty, purity and truth.”

“Meaning?”

“They dislike deception. Their reaction to subspace was proof of that.”

“They thought you were deceiving them?”

“Orbits, no! It's stranger than that. They thought we were defying The Natural Order.”

Jim frowns at him.

“It's just like I told you!” Vodel flourishes. “Their social model revolves around complete transparency, and- apparently- talking through a microphone obscures that.” He scoffs. “With that attitude, it's a miracle that they developed narrowband radio at all. It's why I insisted on accelerating second contact; we weren't getting anywhere over videocall- though, aside from a few superstitions, they're really quite harmless.”

They arrive at the landing bay, and Vodel puts his hands on his hips. “Now, I would stick around, but you're the best in the fleet! Not to mention the fact that each bridge member is a specialist in their own right, and- my my my- I dare say that the other deep-space ships are very jealous of you!”

“Thank you,” Jim says, fimly. “I understand you have an emergency to attend to on Hydrox V?”

“Oh, yes. Their previous leader died of illness, and there's distrust among the temporary government. You have no idea how deadly these disputes can become.”

“Hmm. It's fortunate you were nearby.”

“Undoubtedly!” He beams. “Now, where is that yeoman…?”

His crewman appears at his shoulder wearing a cream-colored hijab. “Ambassador?”

“Ah, splendid! You've calculated the telemetry, then?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Excellent! Well, come along, then; that internal conflict is hardly going to solve itself…”

The yeoman flashes Jim a long-suffering smile as they pass a datacard to him, then vanish as quickly as they arrived. Vodel follows in a flurry of chatter and fabric, and his clothes glow like dying embers. In the sudden silence, Jim is left in an empty corridor as the lights turn from pink to blue.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, and leans against the nearest wall unit.

“Bridge?”

The speaker crackles.

“Have you finished with our charming ambassador?” Nyota says, neutrally.

“Yes, he's returned to his ship.” He pauses. “How come none of the diplomats we meet are ever diplomatic?”

“Oh, he seemed sufficiently diplomatic, Captain.”

Jim smirks, and slots the datacard into the reader. “Is there time to analyse this before we leave?”

“I'll put an ensign on it.”

Jim nods, and turns away.

“Wait!” Her voice brightens. “It's the glyphic data which got lost in the transfer. It'll help me calibrate the universal translator for written documents.”

Jim narrows his eyes. “So, nothing pressing, then?”

“Well, I might help that ensign with it… It's always good to know if something's a marriage document before you sign it.”

“Hey. That was a Declaration Of Betrothal, and I've told you I'm sorry.”

“Well, you still refuse to follow through with it. It hurts my feelings, that's all.”

He smiles. “I'll make it up to you.”

“Mr Spock has suddenly become very interested in the scanner unit,” Nyota says, in an undertone.

*

“No warp-capable society is ‘harmless’, Captain,” Spock announces as Jim steps out of the turbolift.

“Good morning to you, too, Spock. I assume this means you've read the ambassador's report?”

Spock raises an eyebrow. “Twice, Captain. Ambassador Vodel's research was remarkably concise.”

Jim's face twitches. “Yes, I've heard. We can send an away-team to complete the additional readings we'll need before the diplomatic team beams down.”

Something flits across his face. “The scans were at Doctor McCoy's insistence, not mine.” He places his hands behind his back. “He would, however, find such an oversight disturbing.”

“‘Disturbing,’ Spock?”

“The ambassador is unable or unwilling to accommodate the extra environmental scans, thereby putting its crewmembers at risk… An emotional being such as The Doctor would find that disturbing.”

“Ah, I see. It's kind of you to look out for his feelings that way- and logical, of course- but I'll deal with him.”

Nyota smiles to herself as she analyses the glyphic data.

*

The away team assembles in the transporter room, and splits into two groups of six. The first contains Jim, Spock, Hikaru and Nyota, with science officers Stevenson and Imada rounding up the back. The second group is comprised mostly of redshirts.

For this outing, Nyota has donned a command-gold uniform instead of her usual red, and Hikaru has changed into science blues.

There are two additional communications officers in group two, one of whom is an ensign. Jim frowns, but doesn't comment on it. Instead, he turns to Nyota.

“Lieutenant Uhura, do you want to brief us?”

“I do,” she smiles, and addresses the crowded room. “The Ignean lingua franca draws influence from almost five hundred others, some of which are pidgin forms from their off-world colonies. Their sentence structure is flexible, and often changes depending on context.” She glances at Jim, then back to the group. “Most sentences take the form of Object-Subject-Verb, but not all of them. The Universal translator is still learning their language- as am I- so it won't always be able to rearrange their sentences in real-time, as many of you may be used to. For those of you who may have skipped your rotation in comms, you may not be aware that OSV is the rarest word-order structure found on Earth. So, if anyone has any difficulty understanding what they're hearing: see me after class.”

There are several chuckles.

Jim smiles. “And, if in doubt, let our linguists do the talking.”

“Right,” Nyota beams. “That's all.”

“One more thing-”

“I have a briefing,” says a gruff voice behind them. Doctor McCoy stands in the doorway, wearing medical scrubs and a scowl. “Make sure you scan any flora before you approach it, no matter how familiar it looks.”

“Thank you, Bones,” Jim interrupts him, and signals to the rest of the group.

Bones harrumps loudly as the officers takes their places on their respective transporter pads.

“And, before we beam down-” Jim turns to Nyota again. “A question from someone who may have skipped his rotation in comms…”

She smiles. “Captain?”

“If the universal translator isn't drastically changing its output, will the Ignee be able to understand us?”

“So long as we keep contractions to a minimum, I don't see why not.”

“You mean 'do not see why not',” Kilgore reminds her.

Nyota points to her. “You are sharp, ensign. This is why I brought you along.”

“I am glad we worked this out before we beamed down,” Hikaru says.

“Technically, the universal translator will not have any issue working out contracted speech on our end,” Stevenson says, playfully. “But it may help to reduce lag.”

“Yes.” Nyota nods. “Fascinating.”

Bones looks aghast. “Lord help me, Jim, one Vulcan's enough, and now there're five of them!”

Spock cocks an eyebrow at him, and Jim smiles.

“Energise, Mr Scott!”

[CHAPTER 1] [CHAPTER 2 (TBA)]

[majestytime]

Bunny Honey

✧ ships: bakugou katsuki/midoriya izuku

✧ summary: in which katsuki confesses his feelings to the bunny he's taking care of, not knowing that it's actually izuku in bunny form.

✧ word count: 2.4k words

✧ tags: sfw, fluff, crack, silly, idiots in love, soft bakugou katsuki, bunny midoriya izuku, quirk accident, kissing, shy bakugou katsuki

✧ notes: this is so bad don't even read this oh my god this stupid fucking idea has been on the back burner for a while and i'm just writing it to get it out of my brain ajdhfkljhjkgsd anyways hope you enjoy reading

✧ AO3 link

Izuku isn't sure how it happened.

One minute he's walking in the shopping district, then in the blink of an eye, he's less than a foot tall with fur all over his body.

He's been transformed into a bunny!

The girl who bumped into him panics and runs off. Somehow, instinctively, Izuku's bunny body knows how to move around and hop. He chases after her for a little while, but in the end, he loses sight of her in the crowds because someone picks him up off the ground. 

Someone with gentle hands and aggressive red eyes.

"Kacchan!" Izuku cries, but his voice comes out as a quiet squeak.

"Who left their damn pet running around in the open like this?" Kacchan grumbles, turning Izuku around this way and that. "Especially near the street on a busy day like this. You could've gotten hurt..."

Izuku frantically flails his paws and kicks his hind legs, desperately trying to signal to Kacchan that it's him. But he freezes when Kacchan holds him close to his chest, gently petting Izuku's fuzzy forehead.

"Stop freaking out," Kacchan says, looking down at him with the tiniest of smiles. "I'll find your shitty owner, don't worry."

Kacchan? Being nice to him? With that soft look on his face? Izuku must be dreaming.

Todoroki and Kaminari catch up to Kacchan and immediately take notice of the bunny in Kacchan's arms.

Kaminari coos, leaning in close to Izuku. "Aw, who's this little guy?"

"Found him scurrying around in the crowd," Kacchan grumbles, back to his old aggressive self. "Fucker would've gotten crushed if I hadn't picked him up."

"Cute," Todoroki murmurs. He reaches a hand out to pet Izuku, but Kacchan turns his back on Todoroki, glaring at him.

"Don't touch him!" Kacchan snaps. "It's probably scared because of all the unfamiliar faces."

Kaminari grins, grabbing Kacchan's shoulder. "Awww, you just want the cute bunny all to yourself. You don't have to be shy, Kacchan."

He says Kacchan's name teasingly. Kacchan shakes him off, kicking him in the leg.

"Ow! C'mon, man!"

Todoroki checks his phone. "We were supposed to meet up here after an hour, but Midoriya's running late."

"Oh, yeah," Kaminari says, leaning over to check the time on Todoroki's phone. "Text him."

"I did earlier," Todoroki replies. "He read the message but hasn't responded."

"That's weird."

Izuku had been walking around while looking at his phone. That's probably why he bumped into that girl in the first place. If Kacchan knew what happened, he would scold Izuku for sure. If only Izuku could speak up...

Katsuki stays silent throughout the whole conversation, his expression remaining the same. But then, Izuku feels Kacchan's grip tighten around him, clutching him closer to his chest. Loudly, Katsuki says, "Shitnerd probably got too excited about some dumb merch and lost track of time. We should look for him."

Is Kacchan...worried about him?

No. Izuku shakes his head. There's no way.

"It's only been ten minutes though..." Kaminari says.

"I'll try calling him first," Todoroki says. He dials Izuku's number, and the three of them jolt when they hear Izuku's ringtone in the distance. The three of them follow the sound, then stop in front of a pile of clothes on the ground, with Izuku's phone buzzing next to them. Todoroki picks up Izuku's phone. "What...?"

"No way..." Kaminari whispers, shocked. "Midoriya's running around naked?!"

"No, you dumbass!" Kacchan yells. "Something obviously happened!"

"I know that!" Kaminari shouts back. "I was just trying to lighten the mood."

Todoroki stares blankly at the clothes. "Midoriya..."

Izuku squirms in Kacchan's grip, trying to jump down to the clothes so he can give them a sign that he's been transformed. But Kacchan holds onto him firmly, making it impossible for him to break free.

"Was he transformed somehow?" Kaminari asks.

"Unlikely," Todoroki replies. "Quirks that can transform others are extremely rare."

Kacchan stays silent, squatting down. He shifts his grip so that Izuku is tucked against his body with one arm. Then, with his free hand, he checks the pockets of Izuku's pants, grabbing his keys and wallet. He opens the wallet, showing off the money inside to Todoroki and Kaminari.

"The money is still here which means he wasn't robbed," Kacchan says. "His ID and other shit are still in there too."

"We should call Aizawa and the police," Todoroki says.

"On it," Kaminari replies.

Kacchan tucks Izuku's wallet and keys into his own pockets, frowning down at the ground. Izuku catches a glimpse of his own reflection in a nearby shop window. His fur is a rich viridian, and his eyes are a dark, dark green that looks almost black. In their scientifically advanced quirk society, pets with uniquely colored fur weren't uncommon. That means that Izuku seems like any other normal bunny, which means there's zero chance they would question his appearance.

Izuku slumps in Katsuki's arms, defeated. The three of them spend the rest of the afternoon contacting Aizawa and searching for Izuku until the police arrive. Dusk falls over the city, golden orange sunlight melting across the sky into a deep midnight blue. The four of them arrive at Heights Alliance much later than they anticipated, with Class 1-A waiting for them in the common area of the dorms. The disappointment and concern is evident on their faces.

"Couldn't find him, huh?" Kirishima says.

"Aizawa-sensei told us to leave it with the police and sent us back to the dorms," Todoroki says.

"Let's save our energy for tomorrow," Uraraka says with a determined look on her face. "We can all search for him together—"

"If Aizawa-sensei permits it," Iida interjects, chopping the air once.

Satou walks over from the kitchen, holding out a plate. "I made mini cheesecakes for everyone."

Kacchan lingers in the corner of the room, his back towards the rest of the class, clearly clutching something close to his chest.

Mina approaches him, peering over his shoulder. "Hey, what're you holding—?"

Kacchan turns around, trying to keep whatever he's clutching under his shirt hidden. "Fuck off!"

Izuku wiggles around in Kacchan's shirt, wriggling out of his grasp and popping his head out above the collar of Kacchan's shirt.

Hagakure gasps. "Is that a bunny?!"

The others crowd around Kacchan, trying to look and reach out. Mina coos, "Can we pet him?"

Kacchan snarls, leaning away from them. "No!"

Izuku tries to look around the room, searching for Koda. But he can't seem to see him anywhere amongst the faces of his classmates. Then he remembers—Koda had already left to go on a family trip for spring break. So Izuku's going to be stuck like this indefinitely over the break.

His classmates' voices clamor around him, growing louder and overlapping one another. The sound is overwhelming, grating against Izuku's sensitive bunny ears. Izuku trembles instinctively, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to pull his ears down with his paws. He's unable to grab onto his ears though, so it ends up awkwardly patting his head rapidly, as if he has an itch.

Kacchan walks away from them, grumbling, "Don't follow me."

In the hallway, the silence is a relief for Izuku. Gently, Kacchan scratches Izuku's head with two fingers as he walks to the elevator. Izuku melts at the sensation, then freezes when he remembers he's still inside Katsuki's shirt—

And he's pushed right against Kacchan's bare pecs.

Slowly, Izuku presses a paw into one of Kacchan's firm pecs, his paw sinking into the skin.

Squishy.

If Izuku was still human, he'd be blushing furiously.

"Not comfortable enough for you?" Katsuki says as he steps out of the elevator. He walks to his bedroom, locking the door behind him. Gently, he pulls Izuku out of his shirt, setting him down onto the ground.

And then, Izuku's heart jumps out of his chest when Katsuki starts stripping.

Izuku internally screams when Kacchan takes off his t-shirt, and then the long-sleeved shirt that was layered underneath, exposing the entire top half of his muscular body.

Izuku hops over to him, pawing frantically at his leg. Kacchan glances down at him, unbuckling the belt on his jeans. "Calm down, I'll play with you in a minute. I gotta change first. Clingy shithead."

Kacchan's pants fall to the ground, and Izuku's soul practically leaves his body. Kacchan kicks off his jeans and walks over to the dresser, searching for something to wear. Torn between hiding or looking, Izuku covers his eyes with his little bunny paws, but finds himself moving his paws slightly away, peeking at Kacchan's gorgeous body.

Izuku tries to ignore the feeling of disappointment inside him when Kacchan finally finds something to wear. He slips into a black tank top and sweats, then picks Izuku up off the ground. Kacchan lays down on his bed, resting Izuku on his chest. He brushes his knuckles across Izuku's cheek, and Izuku tilts his head to nuzzle into Kacchan's hand.

"I wonder if you have an owner," Kacchan says. "None of the pet shops I went to seemed to recognize you."

"Because it's me, Kacchan. I'm not a rabbit," Izuku tries to say, but no sound comes out. So he just rubs his cheek against Kacchan's hand even more.

"I'll keep searching for your damn owner tomorrow," Kacchan says, stroking his thumb across Izuku's fur. "But if they turn out to be a piece of shit, I'm keeping you for myself! You got that?!"

If only he knew it was Izuku on his chest and not an actual bunny. He probably wouldn't be saying such sweet things to him.

"I'll keep searching for that shitty Izuku too," Kacchan grumbles. "That damn nerd is always getting himself into pointless trouble. He better not be dead in an alleyway somewhere..."

"I'm right here, Kacchan, don't worry," Izuku squeaks, pressing a paw to Kacchan's heart.

Kacchan picks up Izuku's paw off of his chest, wiggling it around. "Would it kill him to be more careful? Idiot doesn't even realize how much he worries me."

Izuku's ears perk up.

Kacchan worries about me? Izuku thinks to himself.

"He's always fucking up that body of his with One For All," Kacchan continues, "and acting like he can do everything on his own. When will he learn to ask for help properly?"

He pauses, squeezing Izuku's paw between his forefinger and thumb.

"I wonder if that's my fault."

Izuku's heart melts inside his chest, guilt gnawing at his stomach. He knew his relationship with Kacchan had improved greatly, but he never would've thought Kacchan showed this much concern for his well-being, to the point where he blamed himself for Izuku's tendencies. Izuku wishes he could tell Kacchan to cheer up.

"I want to make it up to him," Kacchan murmurs, red eyes somber. "I wish I could tell him how much I love him, but I know I don't deserve it. It's not fair to him to be selfish."

Wait, did Kacchan just say he loves Izuku—?!

Before Izuku can process or react or even blink, Kacchan holds him up with two hands, grinning his regular ol' feral smile.

"But I don't have to worry about you, right?" Kacchan says, bringing Izuku close to his face. "I can be as selfish as I want!"

Softly, he pecks Izuku on the nose, and suddenly, Izuku is looming above Kacchan on the bed, back to his human form.

Completely naked.

With his lips pressed against Kacchan's lips.

They stare at each other, frozen in shock, eyes wide open.

And then Kacchan is shoving Izuku off of him, scrambling backwards onto the bed. "What the fuck?!"

Izuku stands up quickly, a little dizzy from the sudden transformation and adjusting to his real body. "Kacchan, you—! Oof!"

Kacchan catapults a pillow straight into Izuku's dick. "Cover yourself!"

"R-Right!" Izuku yelps, clutching it close to his crotch. They both gawk at each other for a moment, reeling from everything that's happened in the past couple of minutes. Izuku's head is still spinning from the confession and kiss—

Kiss.

"You kissed me!" Izuku shouts, blushing. "And you said you loved me!"

Kacchan flushes red, shouting back, "You were a bunny! That doesn't count!"

Izuku steps forward, his heart pounding inside his chest. "But you meant what you said, right?!"

Flustered, Kacchan struggles to come up with an excuse. "That-That wasn't—That didn't—It didn't mean anything—"

"Don't lie!" Izuku rests one knee on the bed, getting closer to Kacchan, who's curled up against the headboard of the bed with his knees close to his chest. Izuku leans over him, gripping the top of the headboard with both hands, caging Kacchan in with his muscular arms. "Did you really mean it?"

The excuses, the denial, all semblance of logic and reason—they dry up in Kacchan's throat as his eyes flicker between Izuku's face and the rest of his body. "The—You forgot the pillow—"

Izuku doesn't have enough rationale left to care about that. His brain is still a little fried from the transformation and the crazy, infinitesimal chance that his feelings might not be unrequited. He leans in close, their noses centimeters apart, gazing deeply into Kacchan's eyes. "I love you, Kacchan."

He leans in, pressing his lips to Kacchan's mouth. The kiss is gentle and soft at first, sweeter than cotton candy and warm, like honey. Kacchan grasps at Izuku's biceps and Izuku's hands slide down to rest on Kacchan's back, pulling their bodies close together. When they finally part, Izuku rests his forehead against Kacchan's. 

"Izuku, I'm sorry for—" Kacchan starts.

"I know," Izuku says, cutting him off. "You don't have to say it."

"Are you really okay with me?"

"Of course," Izuku says with a smile, kissing Kacchan's forehead. "You're my hero."

Kacchan's brow furrows. He whispers, "But I've hurt you before. What if I hurt you again?"

"You might hurt me"—Izuku places the palm of Kacchan's hand on his chest, over his heart, intertwining their fingers—"and I might hurt you, but we'll pull each other up when we fall down, right?"

Kacchan nods, and it feels like an oath, a promise for their future with each other to be brighter. "Right."

"Let's be together forever, Kacchan," Izuku murmurs, leaning in for another kiss. He pouts when Kacchan suddenly shoves him away.

"Put some damn clothes on first!"

[juicezone]

Hi, I’m really new to the agere community and a lot of my learning is coming from your blog since it feels like a very safe and comfortable space. Can you explain was a f/o is? I think it’s a fictional caregiver, but I don’t know what the letters stand for. Also, how do I choose a fictional caregiver? It’s just someone who makes me feel really safe when I’m little right? Do you make up stories with plot lines about how they would take care of you? Or do you do things more like head-canons? I imagine you can’t really do it “wrong” but I want to do things the way that the agere community does here! So that if I ever post about it I know what’s what.

Please don’t feel obligated to answer this, for any reason at all! After all, you and I are just people on the internet with very busy irl lives. I would appreciate any guidance, even if it’s just “I can’t answer this but here’s some tags or blogs to look through and ask instead!

Thank you!

hi anon! first of all, genuinely touched that my acc is a safe and comfortable place, like. genuinely, it means a lot <:) (Capri, who is kinda like my system cg actually has an acc @cg-sunnyd too that you might wanna check out! she has a fairly full queue and tags that you might like to check out <:)

feel free to come by and chat any time :D

this might get long, so i'll put it under a cut!

What is a F/O?

F/O stands for fictional other, i'm pretty sure? It can be romantic, familial, platonic, a mix, ect. It's most used in self-shipping communities i think, but it's also common to see referenced/used in relation to fictional cgs and such! (additionally, S/I stands for self-insert!)

There are people who prefer to not share their F/O's and i know that's sometimes a hot/judged topic, but imo, it's a simple block and move on. Tha block button is under-used imo - sometimes vibes just don't match, and there's nothing wrong with blocking! this is YOUR comfortspace. curate as you need <:)

How do I choose a Fictional CG?

you're absolutely right that there's no way to do it wrong (with the exception of ignoring DNI's)

Really, there's no wrong way to go about it! i've seen all sorts of characters ppl see as their fictional cgs, from kids cartoons to anime to horror, ect! and you can definitely have more than one fictional cg, in the same media, in diff media, ect

you can choose any character that you want to be your fict cg, and you can also have characters that are like siblings and partners and friends! I dont go into it as much here bc this is my agere space, but I like to think of bones as my partner too, honestly (and plenty of IRL people have their partners as CGs, so dont feel like you're not allowed to have a character as a fict cg if you also like to imagine being their partner!)

headcanons, little stories, doodles, those are all definitely ways people interact with their fict cg! i also have ocs that i put into stories and situations with Bones (who is definitely my no.1 fict cg. my papa fr fr), so you don't necessarily have to do a direct self-insert!

most of mine involve bones comforting or looking after me, bc i have a hard time doing that to myself, and it makes me feel better and less selfish to imagine him saying i deserve those things. i also use it to help encourage me to do hard things, like coursework, or when i'm really, really not good mentally, i also like to picture him there for me <:)

my friend will came up with the idea of a fictional CG journal and has some ideas posted here abt that !

IMPORTANT!

You're allowed to regress in whatever way makes you feel best. your regression doesn't have to be baby blankets and naptime if that's not you! you can regress and like horror games, or have favourite characters from gorey media (just make sure you tag stuff!). you dont have to be a soft baby - middle regression sometimes gets the short stick of things, but it's entirely just as valid. and you dont NEED a caregiver to regress, but you might prefer it! you might want a fictional cg and not an irl person!

Possible Resources/Blogs to check out!

(I dont wanna really tag, so i'm just gonna put the user names and why i rec them)

@cg-sunnyd - i'll directly line u her tag list, so if u wanna check it out, u can see what she tags as what!

comfort-character-central - lots of posts about comfort chars and/or f/o's and imagine posts

bunnelbaby - more agere related resources than specifically F/O or fictional cg ones, but there's lots here thats useful i think!

wildflower-playground - another more agere specific blog, its a cg blog like capri's is! tags for routine, comfort, ect!

theregressionlibrary - GREAT place to find agere content of a specific fandom or character!

ageregressionresources - another good resource blog!

honestly, building yourself a little circle of friends is like the best advice i have, and just enjoying yourself! this is your space to be comfortable, and you dont have to make yourself a big blog, but your own cozy space <:)

if anyone else has any good resources or such, feel free to drop them in the tags or replies! i hope some of this helps, anon, and that you have a wonderful day :D! (if you're looking for blogs to follow, feel free to send another ask w some stuff u like n ill see if any of the blogs i follow match up :3c)

[morpheus-child-phobos-legacy]

"KADEN, HI!! I MISSED YOU, DARLING!" She shouts from the other side of camp, dropping her backpack somewhere on the ground before running to him. Kayne had gone to Britain for a while with her family, to..bond, let's say. It hadn't turned out well, and she got lost there for a month, went on a quest and now has (somehow) made it back.

"you will not believe the kind of time I had!" Her time in Britain has seemed to affect her way of talking and her accent once again. She's a little taller, and her hair is shorter and curlier. There's gold streaks in them, and her glasses and haphazardly taped together.

"But I missed New York, you know? I do hope Atlas hasn't screwed over my detective business though..I have to go check in on that."

@justice-blood-and-tea

(ooc: hi! It's been a while! Also, i'll be making some changes to kayne and atlas' character and their intro post- so yeah, heads up! Not huge changes but still. I'll tag you once I'm done!!)

Kaden looks up from a book he’s reading. His hair has grown out a bit, and he’s wearing glasses. He’s a bit taller, and looks stronger as well. It’s almost like he’s less scruffy, less like a demigod on the run. Calmer. More peaceful. Something like that.

But all of that calmness is gone when he sees Kayne. He jumps away from the picnic table and sprints to her, practically tackling her in a hug. “Kayne! I’ve missed you so much!”

(ooc: Gotcha! I’m psyched!)

[wolves-and-dragons]

A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons: Chapter 23.5

Main Masterlist

Chapter 23

Synopsis: determined to see the Continental exhibition at the docks near the Blackwater Bay, Aemma enlists the help of her cousin Aemond so as to keep her promise to the young prince. On the way, Jaecerys and Aegon end up tagging along as well.

At the exhibition, the young royals learn about the wonders of the Continent, including the different monsters and the monster hunters who are paid coin to slay them.

CW: vulgar language, suggestive language, alcohol consumption, Aegon being his own warning. MINORS DNI

Aemond was currently in his chambers, reading a book on Pentoshi philosophies when he heard a knock at the door.

Frowning, the young prince got up to answer it. On the other side, he sees Aemma dressed in plain clothes, a loose male tunic and trousers, her silver blonde hair pulled up and hiding under a hat to conceal her Targaryen features. She also had a cloak wrapped around.

"Aemma?" Aemond frowns some more, looking confused, "what's with the clothes?" Aemma gave a certain smile, and the prince knew what his cousin's intentions were. "Aemma," he scolds in a whisper, looking left and right to make sure no one was spying on them, "you promised." "I promised I wouldn't leave the keep without an escort," Aemma points out, "and...you did offer yourself as one should I feel the need to venture into the city again."

"Yes, you did promise," Aemond says, crossing his arms, "I'm not going, so you can't go either." "Come on, Aemond, please," Aemma begs. "Why right now?" "There's a Continental merchant at the docks, he's holding an exhibition and I want to go. It'll be educational, you could learn a few things from it." "Tempting, I'll admit, but I'm still not going," Aemond says, refusing to be persuaded, "and that means you still can't go because you made a promise."

"Fine," Aemma concedes, "you win. I did make a promise." Aemond smirks in victory. "Of course I could always find another escort then," Aemma points out, walking away, "I wonder if Jace is still awake at this hour."

Aemond closed his eyes tightly, wanting so badly not to take the bait his cousin was clearly offering. Aemma decides to goad the boy even more, "If not, I can always ask Luke."

Aemond groans out, feeling a sense of self-loathing for actually taking the bait. "Wait," he calls out, rushing to grab his cloak before joining her. Aemma smiled wide in victory, "like I said, it'll be an educational experience."

Walking down the halls, Aemma and Aemond check to make sure the coast was clear. Neither of them counted that any of the other princes would be out in the halls at this time of night, and they subsequently bump into Jace.

"Ow," Aemma protests, "Why can't you watch where you're- oh, hello Jace."

The boy in question stood there eyes wide open like he got his hand in the cookie jar.

Well...close enough. Aemma and Aemond look to see Jace had his mouth full like he just stuffed some food into it. And, sure enough, there was a small plate in Jace's hand that had half a bitten slice of cake.

"Sneaking sweets in the middle of the night?" Aemond breaks the awkward silence, "I wouldn't have expected anything less from the likes of you." "What are you going to do? Tell my mother?" Jace challenges after he swallows his bite of cake. "What for? It's not like she ever does anything to set you straight," Aemond scoffs, almost tempted to parrot what his own mother has been saying about his half-sister's offspring. 

"Aemond, be nice," Aemma scolds, before hastily pushing Aemond towards their original route out of the keep, "Don't worry, Jace, I understand wanting to indulge a sweet tooth every now and again. We better get going. See you soon, little cousin."

"Wait a minute," Jace speaks up, not blind to the blonde kids' wear, "Where are the two of you going dressed like that?" "That's hardly any of your business, nephew," Aemond scoffs.

I think it does if this will put the princess in possible danger," Jace points out, "maybe I should tell YOUR mother I saw the two of you sneaking out at this hour."

"Jace, please, no need for that," Aemma begs, "look, there's a exhibition going on at the docks, it's being held by this merchant from Velen, that's on the Continent, you could come with us, if you're that concerned for my safety." "Aemma!" Aemond protests. "You really want to risk him tattling to your mother?" Aemma whispers, before further addressing Jace, "if you come with us and promise not to tell the Queen, we'll promise not to say anything about you sneaking slices of cake out of the kitchens late at night."

Satisfied with this compromise Jace nods and follows Aemma and Aemond out of the Red Keep, very much to Aemond's dismay.

Once outside, Aemma led the boys downs the streets towards the docks. "So, what kind of exhibition is this?" Jace asks. "The merchant said he planned to educate the people of King's Landing on the wonders of the Continent," Aemma explains, "he called it something akin to a culture exchange...well multiple cultures that is." "Multiple?" "It means many," Aemond explains in a mocking manner. "I know what it means!" Jace exclaims.

While the boys bickered and Aemma briefly broke it up and kept leading them, the trio unknowingly caught the attention of a certain prince.

Aegon had stolen away from the Red Keep an hour or so ago, something he had taken to doing recently to distract himself from the pressures his mother was starting to put on him as a contender for the Iron Throne.

Currently the prince was downing a flask of Westerosi strong wine he had smuggled from the keep's cellars as a means to forget the tongue lashing he received earlier today from Alicent, concerning his recent neglect of his future wife.

Aegon couldn't understand it; sure, he cared for Aemma as family, but he never expressed any desire to marry her. They may have played together as young children, but they didn't really have much in common, especially as they got older.

Aemma was the more artistic and cerebral of the two, having surpassed Aegon in subjects such as history, philosophy, and even High Valyrian before either of them had reached the age of ten. Honestly, Aegon felt a little intimidated by Aemma's many talents, and had imagined her intellect would only serve to outshine, upstage, and even emasculate him should they be wed.

Also Aegon had a hard time understanding Aemma's obsession with her mother's homelands. Why this need to be close to her mother, especially when she had vanished and had not returned for the princess in nearly ten years. Aegon found it to be a little pathetic, and had recalled once when they were children how he made his disdain for her obsession known. Her mother was long gone, possibly dead, and if she ever did care about her daughter she would've come back by now. Aemma only scoffed, fully in denial with this false hope that her mother would come back to her.

While Aemma immersed herself in books, music, and sewing, Aegon found himself preferring more base subjects such as indulging in the effects of alcohol on one's body and partaking in the pleasures of the flesh...well the latter subject the prince has yet to fully participate in. Aegon had recently taken to hiding pamphlets of naked women in suggestive positions in his chambers, taking them out when those hormonal teenage urges would overtake him and he needed a mental image to stimulate his release. That, however, wasn't enough, so now Aegon has taken to sneaking out of the Red Keep at night (and sometimes during the day) and stealing away into the Street of Silk to watch the half clothed women walk around the brothels to solicit costumers.

Aegon found that if he stood in one place long enough, those same women sometimes will up the ante and go as far as to solicit while completely in the nude.

He also had a feeling that watching was not going to be enough anymore; he has coin and title, it surely wouldn't be too difficult to be catered to if he walked in and demanded their services for himself.

Aegon was no longer a boy, he thought, it was time he took the first steps into becoming a man. No one should stop him from that, not his mother and certainly not his intended...not even after they wed and produce heirs.

In the present, while Aegon was contemplating walking into a brothel to solicit a woman to pop his cherry, he overheard Jace and Aemond bickering with one another. Aegon frowned, thinking the wine was making him hear things, but when he turned he saw the boys along with what he thought was an older boy at first, but a second glance he recognized it to be Aemma dressed in boy's clothing.

What where these three doing outside the Red Keep at this time of day, or night he should say. Smirking, Aegon got an idea and snuck up on the trio.

The adolescent prince placed a hand each on Jace and Aemond's shoulder, making a roaring sound and causing the boys to jump. Aemma was about to draw the dagger she kept hidden under her tunic, only to relax when she recognized who it was.

"Seven Hells, Aegon," Aemma scolds as Aegon bursts out laughing, "Are you trying to get yourself stabbed?"

"What are you even doing here?" Aemond asks, still irked at his brother for getting the jump on him.

"I believe that is what I should be asking you, this part of the city is no place for children " Aegon points out, turning his attention to Aemma, "especially for princesses." "Since when did you give a damn about where I run off to?" Aemma scoffs.

"Why is your face all flushed?" Jace asks, pointing at his older uncle's face, cheeks indeed where lightly flushed. Aemond noticed the flask Aegon had been carrying had fallen, and he went to pick it up, noticing the contents were empty, "he's been drinking, that's why."

"Aegon," Aemma sighs, "it's not enough that you down excess cups at supper, now you have to steal some from the cellars? What is wrong with you, cousin?" "Ugh, you're really starting to sound like mother right now," Aegon rolls his eyes, "If I wanted a lecture from her, I would've stayed in the keep." "Maybe if you've actually listened to her for a change," Aemma mutters. "What do you care?" Aegon sneers, "it's my life, I'll do with it as I please. I do hope, dear cousin, you won't be such a nag when we wed. Maybe you'll be more occupied looking out the window in hopes your deadbeat of a mother returns to you. Nearly ten years, you'd think a girl would know by now that even one year would be enough to realize she all but abandoned you."

Hurt by his comments, Aemma slapped Aegon across the face and stormed off. Aegon had a confused look, especially when he saw Aemond's scolding look and Jace a look of pity. "Oh, it's not like we weren't all thinking it," Aegon exasperates, "it's been almost a decade, why hasn't her mother ever returned if not for her?" "You still didn't need to say those things," Jace points out, gaze turned to where Aemma had gone off. "She doesn't have anyone in King's Landing except for us," Aemond lectures his brother, "you could at least try to be more understanding, she is to be your wife after all, you should be more attentive to her concerns."

Aegon only scoffed and lifted the flask to his lips, only to find it was empty, "no one ever did answer my question," he points out, "what are the three of you doing in King's Landing at this time of evening?"

"The exhibition!" Jace exclaims, like he just remembered, and ran off towards Aemma's direction, with Aemond following. Aegon would've left it at that, but even he was actually interested in this so called exhibition and decided to follow suit.

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"Come one! Come All!" the Velen merchant announced in a thick Nordling accent as Aemma reached the docks. Throngs of people from different walks of life had gathered to view this spectacle. "Come see the wonders of a strange land," the merchant continued, "come see, come learn, come and indulge your curiosities. We have books, we have weapons and armor on display, and oddities the likes of which you have never seen in this part of the world. Come sample as well, for we bring foods and spices and spirits to indulge. Come! Come and see! Come one! Come All!" 

By the time Jace, Aemond, and Aegon had caught up, Aemma was looking through the texts that were on display. Aemond decided to stay by Aemma's side. Jace stayed with Aegon, who noticed samples of drinks were being served. When Aegon went to investigate, he scoffed at first thinking it water, but one sip proved him wrong, and he quickly learned this was a spirit that was popular throughout the Continent, known as vodka. Taking a liking to this liquor, Aegon proceeded to sample vodka distilled from the different realms (he particularly was fond of the Kaedwen brand).

"Any of these texts catch your eye?" Aemma asks, noticing Aemond browsing through the books. "None in particular," Aemond admits, until he spotted one book and grabbed it so as to take a closer look. It was a sacred text that was part of a growing faith on the Continent known as the Eternal Fire. Aemond opened the book and quickly skimmed through it; from what he gathered some of the Eternal Fire's teachings were rather similar to what was taught in the Seven Pointed Star. Aemond decided he might actually keep hold of and purchase this book, wanting to do a comparative study between the two religious faiths in the near future.

Aemma currently had her sights set on another book, and she picked it up to examine it. "Basics of Elder Speech," she reads out loud. "Elder Speech?" she hears Aemond. "A language spoke by the elves of the Continent," Aemma explains, "I've been wanting to learn about it for some time, but I could never find any books to teach me." "You're not concerned this will interfere with your lessons on High Valyrian?"

"Nyke ȳdra daor pāsagon issa valyrio eglie lessons jāhor botagon isse mirre ñuhoso, byka cousin, kirimvose olvie olvie (I don't believe my High Valyrian lessons will suffer in any way, little cousin, thank you very much)," Aemma assures in said language.

Aemond nods, seeing that his cousin was indeed comfortable speaking the language of their ancestors.

Aemond looked over to see Jace staring in awe at some strange figures that were hung up on display for all to see. He and Aemma both join the boy to see.

Currently Jace was staring at what seemed to be a branch or a root, neither of the trio could figure it out. Whatever it was, it clearly came from a tree. It baffled the three as they tilted their heads examining the artifact. "I'm not seeing things am I?" Jace asks, "this branch is shaped like an arm."

Aegon, who had joined the trio after filling his flask with Kaedweni distilled vodka, scoffed at this observation, "you're out of your mind, that is not an arm." "No... Jace is, actually right for a change," Aemond says, surprised that he agreed with his nephew, "look at the ends, it's a hand...with fingers?" "It was clearly carved out," Aegon scoffs again in disbelief. "No, no, it wasn't," Aemma realizes, remembering what she read in the bestiaries, "it was part of a Continental monster, I just can't remember what it was called. It's rare, though, I know that."

"What you are looking at, boys, is an arm cut off from the corpse of a fallen leshen," the merchant addresses the princess and princes, "and indeed, they are rare, old, and demonic creatures that have roamed the Continent since the time of the Conjunction." 

"...where did you get this?" Aemma decides to ask, making the merchant look at her confused, "a leshen can be killed by fire through the heart. Any other method requires the help of a mutated monster hunter. How did you come about the arm?"

"You seem like a studious boy," the merchant nods, "if you know your monsters, perhaps you would indulge me in naming the others."

Aemma nods and the merchant guides the group to other monsters on display. He first shows them a jar of a preserved monster head. Aemond, Jace, and Aegon watch their cousin as she examines the creature inside, "that looks like the head of a foglet." The merchant nods and shows her another monster head that was still attached to a torso. "A drowner," Aemma answers correctly. She named a few other monsters that were on display: a ghoul, a rock troll, an ekkimara, and a griffin."

"That still doesn't answer my question," Aemma asks, "how did you come about these monsters? You don't really strike me as a monster hunter."

"You are rather observant," the merchant says, "very well, if you must know, I post flyers in Velen to slay monsters and collect trophies for me, in exchange for coin of course. As expected a witcher or two had come and gone to take up this offer."

"A witcher?" Jace asks. "Monster hunting mutants," the merchant explains, "their bodies transformed by alchemy that are only known to those who live inside their keep Kaer Morhen. Give them enough coin, they shall slay a monster with the aid of their potions and silver weapons. Not much else is known, but the most famous of all the witchers is the White Wolf."

Aemond noticed the way Aemma went strangely quiet at the mention of this so-called White Wolf.

"What can you tell us about this White Wolf?" Jace asks.

"You will see soon enough, boy," the merchant assures. Right on cue, the music started and a crowd had gathered near a make-shift theater to view the spectacle.

Aemma and the boys join to see.

Music began to play, the boys actually recognized the tune as Aemma had played it once or twice on different instruments. It was a Nordling composure whose title translates to 'The Nightingale.'

Two more songs were performed, each met with enthusiastic applause.

When the musicians concluded their performance, an announcer walked onto the stage to address the crowd.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! I present to you a tale from across the sea. One of daring bouts, of death and life, of men and elves, a devil at the edge of the world, and a friend of humanity who slew foes great and small. I present to you, 'Filivandral's last stand....or the White Wolf's triumph."

The curtains drew open and the play began.

Chapter 24

[mr-snailman]

Get to know your mutuals!

taking the open tag from @ruztyryan but i'll stick this under a cut cause it's long

origin of the blog title: well, you can see the ocean from the bleachers at moakley park... but i didn't know that for sure when i wrote ch. 4 of say yes, so getting to stand on the spot in person was a bit of vindication XD in a broader sense though it's smth i tell myself to remember all the little specks of wonder in the world

otps: chuckwill (obviously), philip marlowe/red norgaard, michael and mary dooley who are from an irish folk song but also central characters in a comic i havent drawn yet... also havent introduced you guys to hank and saraswati either my bad XD

favorite color: blue! specifically faded denim but hey I'll take all comers: cerulean, navy, sky, you name it

song stuck in your head: enredadera by bacilos is one of my all time favorites, it's epic on its own but it's also got callbacks to their greatest hits <3 the outro gets me so emotional every time

weirdest habit / trait: certified Weird About Large Bodies of Water. lake michigan call me back baby i miss you

hobbies: writing drawing playing piano (badly) singing (slightly less badly)... started embroidering this handkerchief with misc flowers to use up a giant bag of thread i got from a neighbor who was moving cause it gives me smth to do with my hands that isn't chewing on em lmao

my job!!! i love my job: i'm what's called an AV consultant, which means that i sit at the call desk and explain to professors why their projector isn't working. this is mostly boring, but then sometimes i get to go out and fix things myself, which is much more exciting. also get to wander around the buildings late at night and early mornings doing system checks. I like AV and I like helping people and I definitely like getting paid, so it works out :)

dream job: well i'd love to organize the thrift store media section because somebody's gotta do it dammit but what i'm really aiming for is teaching high school biology back in mass

something I'm good at: replacing cables through walls and drop ceilings (miss my old job), handling power drills, making quick dinner for me and my little sis

something I hate: quantum fucking physics. like i understand it (sort of. on a very basic level.) and it IS cool but ughhhhhh i hate being asked to do it

something you collect: vhs tapes! specifically classic movies like rear window and charade and roman holiday. also probably going to start rifling through the magazine bins for 2000s-2010s racing magazines too XD

something you forget: to eat. i know it's a problem i know! but i get busy and time passes and all of a sudden its the middle of the night and the caf is closed but the microwave's always available...

love language: acts of service. i like to take care of people.

favorite movie/show: jaws and the west wing respectively

favorite food: yangzhou fried rice from this one place in chinatown

favorite animal: rats, jumping spiders, tyrannosaurus rex (tyrannosauri reges?)

what was i like as a child? took myself wayyyyy too seriously. bad at interacting with others and learning social cues. most frequently found in the library. once spent months collecting dried grass seeds during recess in an attempt to make flour. held multiple animal funerals.

favorite subject at school: biology! and then maybe art

least favorite subject: chemistry

best character trait: i'm the friend who always has the first aid kit, and i'll give you the shirt off my back.

worst character trait: i'm so fucking stubborn! and i tend to bottle stuff up until i go off like a molotov cocktail (this has resulted in walks of shame through the drywall aisle at lowes)

change one thing about my life: welll i'd like to have already written the essay i'm currently procrastinating on...

if i could travel in time, who would i meet? my grandfather, the one i'm named after (not the one who just passed). i don't think we ever sang together and everybody says i'm so much like him. i'd wanna prove i know those clancy brothers tunes as well as he did. i'd want to tell him everything ive done since he passed and hear that he's proud of me. what i wouldn't give to hear that he's proud of me.

leaving this as an open tag cause i'm a coward but @fruitysalamander1398 @wondrouswendy @abracazabka @judasiscariotbf tag y'all are it (if you want to be)

[8293994]

Dating the doctor for your medicine

Doctor!ichimatsu matsuno x patient(?)!reader

note: i was always a sucker for clichés. Umm reader knows ichi from high school? yea. Even though tagged degradation kink this isn't a smut, and is about the ending. purple text is his dialogue for the smart readers out there

tags: 3.6k words, degradation kink, marriage mention, themes of depression, comfort fic(?), ventfic(?), drinking, dead dove do not eat, begging

...

When he became a doctor, you really didn't know what to believe. At first you thought nothing of it, until it came to his checkups.

Out of six sons, one is working? Ouch. Even you didn't wanna believe it when you heard about it.

And the glances, and the cheap medicine. And the sheer abundance of it, that medicine became. He was worried for you, for a while now- but what the fuck? You felt like a sugar baby. Not like you couldn't afford your own medicine. You didn't know to take pride that people wanted to spoil you, or to be upset over him thinking he had any right to hold this responsibility with you. For you. That just wasn't his role to choose, and you never asked him for help. You didn't. Who said he had any right to step into your life like this? You didn't want to be indebted to him. It wasn't kindness. You guys barely spoke. It was embarrassing.

Can he just stop?

"I'm sorry?" *Oh, did I say that out loud?*

Looking at him, he looked unsettled. Like he wasn't used to you being mad. Like he wasn't used to *you*. You guys dated a bit in high school, and sort of kept in contact after. You lived in the same town, so running into him was evident in nature. He knows you're a little.. snappy, I guess.

"..nevermind. My mind was off somewhere else." "Everything okay?" "Yes."

You've been less active recently, never heading out or running into him. Over the holidays, you've been alternating between sleeping at home and the occasional hospital visit. Truth was you haven't been well. You couldn't go to work. Hospital was just an excuse, you needed the papers. You didn't know what to think, anymore, and when. One way to escape thinking altogether was to sleep in the hospital, blowing through your money.

He seemed to know you weren't fine. These acts of charity...

He knew you wouldn't deny. Actually, you couldn't speak up. About anything. You just wanted him to buzz off. One more nuisance to..

"Y/n, y/n?" "A-ah, right, yes, s--so..rry."

You bowed your head. Weirding yourself out-- to treat him so formally, respectfully. He knew you thought nothing of him, and barely had any respect left for yourself, too. You dressed yourself in whatever, but had to look presentable nowadays knowing he'd just pry more if you didn't. This bitch-

"Are you.. overwhelmed?" "Huh?" "Your face is red. Do you have a fever? Let's check again." "Ah.. okay."

He placed the apparatus in your ear. Well you did feel faint. He said to rest more, and handed you some water.

Well!! You really couldn't tell him!! That it was none of his business!! Ahh.. you wanted a drink.

He knew you weren't actually sick. It hurt to see someone treat you and your health so seriously, and dance around the subject so carefully. This was all professional, remember? Stop getting all up in my face and do your job.. else I start feeling bad about it, too. Taking away the one thing I don't want to lose, total absence.

"Can.. uh." "Hm?" "Can I.... s." He leaned in closer. "canireducetheamountefconsultations-" "..m?" Did he pretend not to hear you?! No, wait. You spoke too fast.

"Can I.. please.. u-um, leave?" "What? I mean, yes, of course, self admissions are--" "No, n-no.. toilet." "Ah." He paused. Or were you looking too much into it? "Okay. I'll be here."

"Ichimatsu, I'm leaving the hospital," You announced before closing the door, praying it was loud enough for him to hear. You felt off. Just off. You couldn't explain it any other way.

You hated yourself for wasting his time. I mean, it was part of his job, but still. You were so useless you couldn't do a simple thing like a hospital consultation--

No, you couldn't handle a friend. Especially one that showed up unannounced.

You didn't go to that hospital anymore.

The fees were gone, you were just waiting. The day that will come tomorrow, where you'll need to go get paid, go work, go study.

Ah... you wanted to die.

Closing the 7/11, the staff wasn't expecting your late visit. You thought they were open 24/7. Grabbing a few drinks to have at the park, who cared if you'd shown up drunk tomorrow? Who should.. it matter? To..

He was in your face. "What."

Dressed in slacks, he looked.. like shit. He just looked like shit. Under this convenience store lighting, in his shitty dumbass sandals, he looked like he just woke up. Did work do that to a person? His hair was messed up. Or did you just never notice? You were always looking at the floor, after all. Huh? "Ah.. is the store closed?" Apparently it closed early on holidays, looking at the sign he seemed stuck on. What the fuck? He didn't even notice you?

Leaving the convenience store, you looked at your plastic bag. "Hey." He looked back, alert. He knew you by your voice. Your disappearance didn't work at all, huh? "Wanna have a drink?"

You had held up the bag a bit. While he stared, you looked for a good spot. You usually sat at just anywhere, but would that be good? "A..ah. Yeah, sure." At least now you wouldn't feel indebted to him.

Sitting down by the nearest lamp, you put the plastic bag at your lap. It wasn't much, but definitely enough for two. You hadn't been thinking about how much would get you drunk, so you just got whatever felt good for the next few hours. "I won't be at the hospital anymore, so you can rest easy." He nodded, as you handed him a beer. It was cold out, and he was wearing slippers? Seriously? Even you had put on something warm. "Were you glad? To hear it?" Nursing your beer, he asked you if you couldn't sleep. "Mm."

You breathed out, watching the steam dissolve. "And you're out for the cats?" "..yeah."

Taking off your scarf, you thought that if he was cold, you might as well be cold, too. The beer would be fine instead, anyway.

You wanted to cry. "I can't sleep at all.."

Downing a second can, you sighed. It felt better, to know that you'd be off sleeping soon. Drinks knocked you out. That you'd forget this.. you had bad memory for little details like these. When, how, where, whats. You just remembered feelings.

Drinking, you could really get teary. You could do anything. You could blame it on the drinks. Of course you wouldn't do anything, but it just felt nice to remember that could forgive yourself drunk. You could sob, and shake and groan, and all would be forgiven. He wouldn't even remember. "How can you take care of me when you can't even take care of yourself, mm?" You grumbled, wrapping a scarf around him.

"..did you drink anything today?" "What?" "N-no, I mean.. never mind." He murmured, taking his second can as well. You moved onto your third. "If you're worried about me being dehydrated again.. don't. I can't deal with this much, y'know?" "I don't care." "Then don't ask!"

"I just.. it's out of habit." "Well you'll fix it someday." "Yeah.."

"Oy, Ichimatsu." "Hm?" "I'll tell you what. Caring for a girl means you go all the way. Go fill up this can with the water fountain pretty-pretty pleeease..." You dealt an empty can towards him as he leaned away- a scorn on his face. "Not your butler." "Do it!!!"

He brought out a coin. "I'll flip it to decide who goes." "No. No. No." "Let's just go together then.." "..fine."

Somehow, being lazy together makes it easier. Walking over and drinking the filled can, you were surprised by how fast you finished it. So you really were dehydrated.

"Y'know, I can just write you letters." "Huh?!!!" "Yeah. You don't even need to come. It's not like we're that big a clinic." "Holy cow, seriously??" "Yeah. Whatever you want, it's not much for me." "It's okay??" "Said it was." "Serious?? Are you serious?? I feel like I shouldn't do all that though?? Like, am I even allowed to do that?? Morally speaking??" "I don't care. Just do whatever."

He sipped the beer. "Have you been taking the medicine?" "A-ah! No, I haven't.." "They're actually not painkillers. You didn't need them, so I just replaced them with those vitamin candies we gave kids." "Ah. What the fuck?" "Yeah. I'm surprised you don't know." Growing up, you did always love to eat those little vitamin pills the clinic gave when you were sick. You made sure to take them from now on. "Ah! I actually have some on me right now.." You shuffled around it your jacket pocket, and pulled out a packet. "Ooh! You're right, they look just like the ones I got when I was younger!" "Ah, I'm glad you like.."

He watched as you took the entire packet at once. He blinked, and reached for an empty can and filled it with water.

"Y/n, if you take that many with just beer and a can of water in your system, you'll throw up quick." He sounded shocked. In disbelief. "Ah, that so?" You chugged two cans of water. Ahh, it was refreshing. You really needed that water.

About that. You suddenly didn't feel an itch to drink anymore. Did you have enough water already? You felt full.

You looked to the rest of the cans. "What's wrong?" "Well.. it'll take long for me to get anywhere without an empty stomach." "...seriously? Like two cups of water and a packet of vitamin C and you're full?" "Haha, I know right? I have no clue how I do it, either. I'm usually such a fatass with food. Guess it's 'cause I'm sleepy."

You downed another can of beer. You'd pee soon, anyway. Wouldn't hurt to have one more.

"Hey.. can I have tomorrow off?" "Mm? Yeah, sure. Not like I care." "Woohoo!" You cheered, breathing in the midnight air. Suddenly, it didn't feel so stuffy anymore. "Ahh.. shoot. I need to piss." You looked around, holy shit it was far. Or maybe you just felt lazy. "Ichi. Piggyback me." "I'll drag you." You two walked to the bathrooms, with you groaning and muttering the whole way. "I'm siiiiick... of dragging my ass around, god damnit." "I'll cure it.. with paper."

You came out the toilet, and you couldn't see him.

You felt really scared. Like, really scared. It was dark out. There was no wind, just quiet.

"Boo." You screamed.

"Holy shit. I almost pissed myself." "I-- I'm bad with stuff like this, okay?! I can barely even go to the toilet at night!" "Oh.. I know two people who can't, now." "Are you fucking crazy?! Apologise!"

You felt unsteady. You hadn't eaten anything the whole day. He noticed how slow you were walking, and proposed to bring you home. "Don't push yourself." "I hope someone pees on you, fartface." "I don't wanna walk you anymore."

...

You were in his care.

Sitting in the driveway of your own house, you watched him come with a packet of dried fish and medicine. You had fallen ill.

He sat by you and drank some water. "Y'know, I've actually never seen a car here." "Oh.. it's my mom's, she comes and visits sometimes. Maybe you never saw it back in high school because she was always off working." "Right. I don't think I ever met your mom." "I'm... not sure. I don't remember much of anything back then. I just remember the general gist of things.." You blew your nose. "Right," He rummaged around in his bag, giving you anti-inflammatories and some other stuff to take with that protects your stomach lining. It was nice to be taken care of like this. It's like your mom's home.

Mourning the loss of your independence and unset boundaries, you took the medicine and watched the garage wall. "Ah. I forgot the note." "..wanna write it inside?" "Sure."

He was in your room again.

Sitting on the floor, he logged into his account on your computer and printed out a note. You sat on the bed, looking. The process was interesting, and quiet. The clacking and whirring..

"Y/n." "Whuh?"

He placed his hand on your forehead and frowned. Your fever. "I thought you were getting better." "You did say it was gonna take a few days.." "Yeah, with your body. This is bad. Maybe you've been eating too little." "..mm."

You murmured, touching your hair. It was hard to stay awake. "'m gonna take a nap." "Tch.."

Setting a glass of water on your bedside table, you heard his footsteps fade.

You woke up sneezing.

Stepping out of the bedroom, you went to the fridge and threw away your forehead patch. ..was that there before? You weren't sure if you had put one on..

Grabbing at a new one, you closed the fridge, turning around to see.. miso soup!! Right on the table!

Looking around, you began to sit down and eat.

*Delicious!*

...

The snow stopped outside.

"Could you not?" The items on your desk were rearranged. Your pencils were put away. "I got bored."

You had a high fever. He fed you water, and woke you up for food. Which was usually soup. Yum. You couldn't believe you were actually skipping out on work because of sickness. You felt proper, somehow.

He switched out your cooling patch. "I'll be going home soon." "W-wait." You stirred. "I'm cold."

He sighed and brought you a cup of warm water and a hand warmer. "Say ahh." "Aa..."

"I feel like I'm in an elderly care centre..hehe.." "Yeah. I feel like a hell of a nurse." Before he could get up and leave again, you convinced him to stay. You wanted a bedtime story. It was scary being up so late on your own, you had only recently heard a bunch of stories cannibalism related. Everything was scary.

He stayed by your side until you fell back asleep. You didn't hear him leave.

Waking up to the sun, you felt better. Like, spick and span, like never better. Was it the soup? You haven't had anything home cooked in ages. Your legs had gone numb, and you were about to bring your fist down to wake them until you almost punched Ichimatsu square in the face.

Confused for one second, then realising he fell asleep in the next, you slowly slimed your way out of bed and covered him with a blanket.

Could he afford to sleep in, actually? Didn't he have a job to do?

Taking milk out of the fridge, wait, didn't he have a job to do?

Looking back at your room and watching him strut out and towards the main entrance with his eyes closed, you wondered how he took care of you the whole time you were sick. Didn't he have work?

He yelled outside your door, and ran off. Oh. He did have work, didn't he? He forgot to go home and change, too. Did he usually set alarms, here?

Has he been sleeping here?

Did he take days off?

..whatever. Thinking back on it was useless. You were so sick, everything was a blur.

You just hoped you didn't drool too much as you slept.

This feeling won't go away.

As he sat at your desk, and you took your meds, you had not met him at the garage in a while. Purely because you were too lazy. You needed him out. Out. You needed alone time, for what, forever?

He wrote you another slip. "Ichimatsu." "Hm?"

You eyed him. "..nothing."

How could you..? Get the slips.. without..

"..Ichimatsu." "What is it." Eek!

He checked you for a fever. You closed your eyes as his hand reached your forehead again.

"Ichi!" "What." "I'm... fine! So.." Gaze cast around your room, you sounded exasperated. "...........I'll be in your care." Oh, yeah. You couldn't say it. You couldn't live without him. You didn't wanna go to work. You didn't wanna make food. You didn't wanna get out of bed. You didn't wanna think. Ahh, whatever. No decision! The answer always is to do nothing and forget you ever thought! "..okay."

SHIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!

You're stuck with him.

You went back under your covers, staring daggers at the wall, while he typed away at your computer.

The sound was nice.

You fell asleep.

"Y/n?"

You were awake, staring at the ceiling. "Y/n."

"...yes?" "Wanna head out? The plum trees are blooming." "..you should go without me. I'm still sleepy... a little bit." "Okay."

He stalked off, and you got out of bed.

You wanted to watch them too!!!!!!!!!

Walking out the house in your pajamas, you were met with his face, "I thought you'd reconsider."

"I.. don't.. know." "Let's go, before it gets dark."

Your feelings toward him were complicated, and disregarded. You didn't want to worry. So you didn't think it.

One late night, you were laying still on your bed. You felt like a skank. Always letting him in just because he treated you to favors. Because he treated you well. Because he respects you. You needed him, practically used him, this guy who you barely knew. You felt cheap. Easy. This guy who you never cared to.. ahh, forget it.

You were stressed out. Too much to think about.

The next day, he got mad at you. You hurt him, disrespected him. Apparently his patience wasn't limitless, after all. You had gotten fish, that he was in charge of raising. "*You can't even take care of yourself,*" Somehow what he said felt familiar.

You had met up with an old friend, who went to go find fish for the new year with you. It was always auspicious to have fish in the house, and they gave you a bag too after confirming you had a fish tank.

You had forgotten to put the fish in the tank. Ichimatsu was so mad that he stormed out immediately after getting everything ready for the fish. If he had noticed any later..

You were shaking.

He didn't come anymore.

You showered, and went out to the clinic. He wasn't gonna come anymore? That wasn't right, he used to come over every day. Today he didn't even show up.

You waited outside the clinic until closing hours. He didn't even look at you when he left.

You clenched at your chest, taking a deep breath. Was your only option to die?!

I'll do better?! No, no.. I miss you?! *what?!*

He was getting farther and farther away. "I know.. I know, I know, so, I'm sorry.."

Your voice was weak, and you had stood tense at the door. "Ichimatsu.."

Fighting the tears that you knew would only come to be of nuisance, you tried to close the gap between you and him.

Aah. No good. You might just kill yourself.

Running home, you called your friend to take back the fish and never left your bed since.

*I'm horrible*

...

You woke up to him one day. "Afternoon." "Ah.. I keep forgetting you have a spare key." Hair messy, he sat on the floor, and drank some tea.

You got out of bed, and knelt in front of him. "I'm sorry." "Mm." "I.. I.. um.." Clutching at nothing, you evened your breathing. "It's.. I can't.. I can't, um.."

You wanted to cry. "I'll.. I'll.. I don't know how to make you feel better, because I don't know you.. I can't.. remember a single thing.."

You didn't know how to make people feel better because you didn't even know how to make you feel better.

"Please.. don't.. go."

You bowed your head to the floor.

"Stay with me forever..."

Neither of you knew how small your voice was. "Creepy." "E-eh?" "Creepy. It's like you don't care about my life outside you.. what about my future girlfriend? Wife? How do I get a life outside you?" "I.." Your voice caught in your throat.

"Let's get married,"

Peeking out at him, you immediately looked back down. Holy shit you could piss yourself dead. Those dead-fish eyes.. absent from love and compassion.. looked like they wanted to kill you. No; you are already dead. This is an after image.

"Listen," He sounded muffled, and you peeked out again to see he's cupped a hand over his mouth. "I'll let you answer me again. Think properly."

"I'm serious!" "Dude.." "I-- I.. I.." Speaking into the floor, "..I..."

Your voice was wobbling. No; you hated this.. your knees were the ones shaking. You've never been so dumb. This feeling.. that you couldn't do anything. That you can't do anything. You can only pray. For forgiveness. You couldn't imagine a bleaker future. "Think properly." Biting your lip, you blubbered.

"Huh?" "sfgssfsdh" "What. Spit it." "Hfssfdfssfg" "Y/n." "I'll.. show you. I'm not.. asking for too much."

You couldn't even focus your eyes. You couldn't do anything.

"How?" You didn't know.

"Give me one week! I'll prove.. hghck.. I'll prove it.. please.. t..trust me, just one last time.."

You couldn't tell, but he had a hell of a boner.

"Sit up." You responded meek, sitting up with your head bowed.

"...I just wanted you to say you wouldn't do it again. Got it?" Nodding gratefully, tears began to pool at your eyes, "You hurt my feelings. Don't do what you did again. Don't.. stress the small stuff."

Of course that's not what he wanted. But hell if he wasn't in a better mood yet. Hell, he doesn't know if he's ever felt this way. You were, in full spirit and understanding, completely for him like a dog. You shook with his every word. He could reward, or punish you. Your dynamic was so fucked up.

"I'll have the next week off. Let's go see the new cat cafe in town." "Yes! Yes, of course, yes.."

You were sobbing.

He felt horrible. He felt like he was horrible. "Let's get married.."

[amethystina]

Shipper Tag Game

I was tagged by @a-very-fond-farewell! Thank you so much, darling! Though I'm not sure how good I'll be at it x'D

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1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don’t care anymore?

Honestly? None. While I did have some ships I was interested in, I wasn't obsessed with any of them. And I kind of still care about them? In a very nostalgic way. So I kind of fail at both parts of this question x'D

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

If I'm going with the one I got really invested in? Destiel tbh. Mainly because I was very much a late bloomer who didn't really discover fandom and fanfics until I was 20-21. I mean, I HAD read some before that but since I didn't have internet in my apartment until I went to university (I was too poor xD), it wasn't easy for me to access them. Shipping is just easier when you have internet.

But, once I had it, I DID revisit a couple of ships that were technically older than Destiel that I had never really gotten into before that, many of them from video games, anime/manga, and books I'd read. But they were all overshadowed by Destiel so that's the one I remember as my first.

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

Are we talking reading or writing? I guess I'll do both?

Reading: I think it was a Zell Dincht/Seifer Almasy one from Final Fantasy VIII that a friend printed out on actual paper and gave to me back when I was 16 or 17 (again, no internet). And I honestly can't say why he picked that pairing xD (I'm definitely more of a Squall/Seifer girlie now)

Writing: Sterek. Because it felt interesting but also not too intimidating. And I also just like werewolves?

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?

Not really, no. Since I've been drawing for so long I spent more time looking for art than fanfics when I was younger so I probably stumbled over a lot of them without even knowing it.

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?

Not if I can help it, no. I tend to stay away from that sort of thing as best I can and just let people ship whatever they want. It's honestly none of my business.

6. Did you use to have any no-otp or have it currently?

I have several, mostly based on what I find triggering or squicky. But I don't announce them publically because that's just rude to those who DO ship them. And, as stated above, I try not to get involved in what other people ship or don't ship.

7. Who were the couples in the last fanfic you read?

Choi Yoon/Yoon Hwa Pyung from The Guest. Because who doesn't love some pining and Catholic guilt?

For real, though, I read very few fanfics right now and actually had to go check my history on AO3 to figure this out x'D The second to last fanfic was a Strangers From Hell one. And the one before that was a Guardian one!

8. Currently do you have any OTPs?

Several. Honestly too many to list x'D I'm one of those people who don't really let go of ships I like. They're not always at the forefront of my mind, though, but I remember them fondly and coo a little when I think of all the fond memories.

But if we're talking about the ones I'm the most focused on right now I'd say Kang Yo Han/Kim Ga On from The Devil Judge, Yoon Sa Wol/5-8 from Black Knight (currently struggling with chapter 6 x'D), the aforementioned Choi Yoon/Yoon Hwa Pyung from The Guest, and Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan from Guardian.

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

Sterek. But that has less to do with my dedication to the characters and more to do with the queerbaiting and how extremely shittily Jeff Davis handled that whole thing. To use the Sterek shippers for publicity and hint that maybe it could happen, only to turn around and do everything within his power to not make it happen?

I take that personally, not because I have a huge stake in Stiles and Derek as characters, but as a queer person who, for once, thought that maybe we would actually get to see a couple we really liked get together, and then didn't.

I had more hope for Sterek than I ever did for Destiel, which technically had more in-canon queerbaiting, because the people behind Teen Wolf did their damndest to give me hope. Only for me to be ignored and basically told I was being gullible for ever thinking it would happen.

And that's a betrayal I'm probably never going to forgive.

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

Not... really? I can't think of any, at least. But that could be because I always have a pretty good reason for disliking the ships I dislike. As mentioned, it's usually based on triggers and squicks and those don't really change. So my opinion on ships I dislike aren't likely to change, either.

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

I mean, considering the social climate right now? Even Sterek qualifies because Stiles was underage when I started shipping them and Derek most certainly was not xD That said, I always prefer the fics when Stiles had time to turn 18 before any of the sexy stuff happened.

12. What was your favourite crack ship?

Okay, so, I've actually read a lot of fics for ships I don't actually ship, just for research purposes. Like, I find it FASCINATING to watch what other people like, how they choose to write about the things they like, and how they decide to portray the characters. Basically, I like to analyse authors just as much as I like to analyse characters. It's a hobby of mine.

And one of my absolute favourites was reading fanfics for Newt Scamander and the original Percival Graves from the first Fantastic Beasts movie (Sidenote: She-who-must-not-be-named is an asshole and this is not an endorsement of her franchise or shitty beliefs). And why I loved that so much was because the fics were about THE ORIGINAL Percival Graves who, technically, was never IN the actual movie (he might not even be alive anymore?). Like, it was Grindelwald all the time. We never actually SAW the original Percival Graves, just Grindelwald's impersonation of him.

And I just had so much fun reading various authors' takes on this character who was never actually seen but, based on Grindelwald's impersonation, can sort of be hinted? Because he must have done a good enough job of it that the people around Graves didn't notice? It was like an anthropological dig of Percival Graves transpiring right before my eyes and since I got on the train pretty early, I could see authors being inspired by each other and how the fanon developed over time. 10/10 would recommend if you're interested in watching a fandom evolve.

(also, some of the fics were so fucking good. So there's that, too xD)

13. Who is the couple you read most fanfics of?

I'm not entirely sure if it's Destiel or Stony, but definitely one of them (Sterek is most likely in third place). Partly because there are just so many to partake in (those fandoms are HUGE), but also because they've been with me for so long and numbers accumulate. That said, I haven't read any for those ships in a long, long time. But considering how many fics I devoured during the time I was the most active in those fandoms? It's going to be difficult for any of the ones I'm currently into to catch up.

Also because I tend to be in much smaller fandoms now >_>

14. What do most of your ships usually have in common?

WELL. A while back I would have said that even if there are some enemies-to-lovers tropes and antagonising in some of them, they're all mostly unproblematic and pretty healthy.

... I can't really do that anymore, can I? x'D

I mean, Kang Yo Han is problematic all on his own, but even HE is a green flag compared to Seo Moon Jo. That fucker is just a straight-up psychopath x'D

A more serious answer: An interesting dynamic. Which sounds like a given, but is actually a bit more tricky than that. Because I've only gotten more and more picky over the years. I've actually spoken to my wife and friends about this, because I've seen a pretty noticeable shift in my own shipping practices lately.

I gather fewer and fewer new ships and that's not because I watch/read fewer things, but because I'm getting pickier about them. There has to be an extra spark that interests me, often connected to the characters' personalities and how they play off each other, while, before, a bit of chemistry was enough.

But that also makes me more versatile, I guess? Because I focus less on tropes and more on characters and dynamics. But that also makes it harder to spot similarities xD

15. What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

I mean, hate is a strong word. But, again, it would mostly be connected to my triggers. I don't like ships that are too abusive and unbalanced. A little bit of danger is fine, but things like abuse, infidelity, grooming, non-con etc. don't work for me, personally.

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I don't really know who to tag so just do it if you want to! :D

[wishing-stones]

whats the longest streak the boys have with keeping baggs from working? would any of them make bets surrounding the docs chronic workaholism

This is a bit of a dangerous game to play with him because he's wildly intuitive and observant. He tends to brush off direct attempts to get him to pull his proverbial nose out of his work at best, or threaten to frog march them out of his lab and make them leave him alone. The only one he lets get away with this is Nightmare, who will ramp up his persistence the longer he gets dismissed.

"I believe it is high time that you stop for the evening, doctor. It is getting quite late." "Yes, yes, I'm aware. I'm neck-deep in the middle of something, so once I'm finished. It shouldn't be more than an hour at the most." An hour later, he comes back. "If you are still 'neck-deep' in your project, perhaps I ought to lift you out of it." "Less so now, I'll wade out myself, don't fuss yourself over it, I will let you know." Twenty minutes later, he comes back again and sits down. "Have you even considered a stopping point in all of this?" "I have, and I have also almost reached it." After another ten minutes, Nightmare takes to hovering. "I'd prefer it if you weren't in my necessary escape path, I need room to maneuver if I make a miscalculation." "If you are anticipating miscalculations, it is far beyond time for you to cease what you are doing." Continued bickering or dismissal gets him picked up (once his hands are free) and carted off. Baggs is usually good about stopping something quickly if he's being threatened with this, because it embarrasses the hell out of him.

Among the guys, the reigning champion is Axe, who has picked up on Baggs' innate want to help and capitalizes on it to keep him busy with little things that aren't in his lab or involve a project. Things like his memory exercises, needing an extra pair of steady hands as a sous chef, and oh, hey! Check out this neat thing he got when he was on a mission the other day.

Killer and Cross tag-team and make him sit still in one spot while overseeing sparring matches.

Dust has cottoned on to what kinds of media he likes, so he'll play it loudly enough in the tv room to draw the doc's attention if he's nearby.

If they all work together, over the course of a day, they can probably keep him out of his lab for the day. The longest streak they've managed is three days, by the end of which Baggs was going stir-crazy from not having something to devote is excess energy to, having slept regularly, and being coerced into leisure for a few days to rest his body as well. He's not that upset about it, he knows it was done for his wellbeing, but... It was underhanded and sneaky.

There generally aren't bets for "how long can this person keep him distracted" and more "how long is it gonna take the boss to force him to call it quits."

Killer usually wins these because he knows Nightmare and his boundaries the best.