#otherwise I’ll get too overwhelmed and get nothing done

[agenderhyde]

feeling the need to create but forced to read about operating systems 😔

[idontknowreallyidontcare]

RANDOM COD HC’S FOR MY GIRLS.

- König it’s, how do I even describe him, like, nothing about your body disgusts him. Nothing. He will fuck you sweaty, he will fuck you clean, in a tent, in the middle of a forest, unwashed for who knows how long, at the base, he really doesn’t give a fuck, his love for you is really greater then some unexpected impossibility to be clean and perfect. He loves his little wife in each and every aspect of life <3

- König is dirty and he doesn’t give a fuck. He will eat your pussy, eat your ass, lick your thighs, bite, spit and kiss whatever and whenever he feels like. He’s just a man I guess, and he’ll moan and bitch about it! “Why not!! Please, I’ll eat your ass after if you let me fuck it! Please it’ll feel so good!” And he’ll ask and plead, knowing that you’re not giving it to him on purpose, you want him to either take it himself or just want to overwhelm and overstimulate him so much that he’ll literally ask you on his knees! Such evil little wife he found for himself! Give him your ass please :( he needs it! He wants to be dirty with it.

- König is getting old, his stamina is probably not near as high as it used to be, but he still manages, and if you’re particularly horny and he just can’t meet your needs, he’ll gladly let you use him as a human sex toy. He doesn’t care, ride him till he cries and begs no more, straddle his face and use it to get off until you’re satisfied! Bonus points if you stick a vibrating dildo inside, forcing him to lap at your clit till you cum on his face (forcing? He’s never forced, he’d live between your thighs if you’d let him). He is just a silly little man enjoying his wifey. (Ahem whore ahem)

- Y’all know who else is a whore? Yes, GHOST! Don’t let his mask fool you, don’t let his voice and his body language tell you otherwise, he whines and moans like a bitch the moment you get on top. He enjoys getting trashed around too! Slap him a bit, praise him but not too much, remind him he’s still a whore for letting his silly little wife treating him like this! He will only get harder tho, pleading you to treat him like a bad boy and teach him manners! Grab his chin and force him to look you in the eyes while you ride his cock, he’ll be done in 5 minutes, his cock overstimed and his balls EMPTY!

- Simon may love giving you control, mainly because he lives a live where he always needs to be in control, always aware and attentive, so he likes to be able to leave it all to you, not being the one in charge from time to time feels good, and he’s not scared about it, because he knows that his sweet wife will take care of him… but he does enjoy the power imbalance between you two. He will get hard thinking about you as a soldier, how he’d make you his favorite and use you whenever he feels like it. He’d have you prettily taking his cock from under his desk as he revises documents, or in his private bedroom where he’d eat your pussy and fuck your tits, making you all nice and dirty! He’d fuck you in the communal showers too! Full Nelson while you face the main door, the ecstasy and adrenaline coming from the fear of being seen making the experience lot more exiting. He actually brings you to the base, finds you a pretty uniform and keeps you with him for two weeks. You’re happy about spending time with your hubby, but by the time you both come back home, your pussy’s already sore and used! Poor Simon couldn’t pass upon this chance.

- Simon will use the rare opportunities you shower together to make you squirt. This man invested in the shower installation! You better believe he’s USING IT! He’ll play with your pussy, making you stand while he kneels between your legs, eating and biting your pretty clit, then turning the shower head on, regulating it on a particular pattern for the water to come out, and using it to stimulate your clit while he fingers your and kisses you pelvic area <3

- Listen Price enjoys his blowjobs/handjobs! He enjoys you all fucked up and crying on his cock, still not giving up because you want to pleasure him by all means! Such sweet pretty thing like you, you’d be on your knees for hours if it means making him feel good! He likes to reciprocate tho, that’s why 69 is his favorite and his to go position from when he just wants to savor your lips on his cock, but still wants you to feel good too.

- Price is innocent looking, his smile always sweet and bright, but having him home is always a challenge! He’ll grab, slap and manhandle you around whenever he wants to! Just to show you how easily he can take you everywhere he wants (all consensual ofc). He is for free use, something you agreed upon seeing how high your libidos were. He will rile you up, purposely getting you all wet and heated up, then he’d suddenly let you go and proceed with his tasks. Let’s just say that one day he got on your nerves with his teasing, touching you inappropriately and talking to you like you were a little slut (his slut!), then purposely leaving you there in the living room, horny and pathetic. You found him in the kitchen, completely laid on the floor, his upper body under the kitchen sink, checking the tube. You could not pass upon such rare chance, you get on top of him, and in 3 seconds his cock is out of his pants and pressing against your wet and hot entrance. He is confused for a bit and when you take him inside with one fast thrust, he can’t do anything but let you, he lets you fuck him like that, milking him dry while his torso and head are still under the fucking sink! He can’t even properly see you, just your pussy taking his cock and your tits bouncing! Tsk, he’s love to see your pretty face, all contorted in pleasure, well that’s his punishment for doing this to you I guess! All he had to do was be a good hubby and fuck you when he had the chance to :(

[scudslut]

18+, mdni

s4!daryl x fem!reader

a/n: this is such a random drabbleish thing, idk. i just have so many feelings about s4 daryl and how angsty but all consuming it would be to be with him at that point, like my fucking god i’ll explode.

sex is all it was — initially.

he didn’t even remember how it started if he was honest; one day finding himself thrusting all his burdens and frustrations into your supple, welcoming body.

it was an escape for the both of you, nothing more. somewhere to get lost for the lingering moments between life and death. leaving as soon as it was done and hardly speaking otherwise, if at all.

he wasn’t blind though. he knew it was more for you… something deeper than just an outlet for anger. solemn eyes tracking him around the prison searching for any sign of reciprocity. And he wasn’t void either. he felt the strings each time you were under him, or against him, whispering his name like a bedtime prayer to bind you two.

but there was a wall within him. one he built so tall and long ago he didn’t even remember the workings of. but any wall has its cracks and weakened points, and he found you knew them all somehow. had them mapped and jotted in your memory, poking them till they crumbled so he worked overtime fortifying. leaving you in the shadows for weeks at a time, with nothing but a glance towards you at most.

he couldn’t care — couldn’t let himself. there was too much on the line for not only him, but you. He didn’t want him for you, that wasn’t how it should be, but it seemed that the harder he pushed you away, the greater the fall was. finding you and slamming you against the nearest counter to be consumed by you. pent up so badly it honestly felt like he’d black out within the passion, the only thing keeping him lucid being the chants you sang softly. the eyes you gave him as he unloaded everything into you.

the longer it went on the worse it got, finding himself noticing the smaller details about you. the way sweat would build across the high points of your cheeks, glowing radiantly and flushed as he thrust slower. the way your hair would fall so perfectly around your shoulders and catch the light seeping in through the windows. and most of all, the way your voice lured him closer like the works of a siren, tone so soft and sultry as you praised him, his hands began to sweat.

he would turn you around, hoping the distant position would keep you unattached, or more so, him unattached. only to later begin tracing his eyes across your profile, over your jaw and neck while you gasped with closed eyes, eyelashes thick and wet from pleasured tears.

he was fucked, and he knew it. ran from it for so long he forgot what direction he was going and somehow circled back. and you were there as always, understanding him so fluently it was useless to hide. giving yourself to him so completely and vulnerably he had no choice but to give up.

he’d whimper as the new feelings washed over him, letting you soothe and pleasure him however you wanted, finally feeling the overwhelming understanding that all you wanted to do was take his pain and absorb it yourself. feel it for him so he could see he wasn’t alone. you’d keep him, and he’d keep you.

you wouldn’t push him. emotional exhaustion was prevalent in you both and finally a night was spent together, close but distant, open arms but lingering remnants of closed-off barricades. it wasn’t simple for him, or you for that matter. it was a new map being drawn and completely new territory he’d never dipped a toe in before.

and the next time it wasn’t uncontrollable passion against any counters. it was shaky fingers unbuttoning his vest while he tried to control his breathing. eyes darting all over your body, unsure but starving and trying to trust. slow and deliberate hands would take him in, all of him, gentle and curious, learning him in a way no one had before. a way he’d never let anyone one.

he never felt like he had been lost until he was with you. you saw him. accepted him without even batting an eye like it was the most natural and obvious thing to do. years he had shut every ounce of sympathy and companionship away, scarred from all the bad he had seen people do, it was jarring to realize there were people who simply loved to love, that you loved him just because he was him. and he knew now he wouldn’t go back. he wouldn’t shut you out anymore because he loved you just the same.

he would always circle back to you.

[updownlately]

every time you walk into the room (i’m speechless)

| leah williamson x reader | fluff | 1.9k | inspo: speechless by dan + shay | a/n: another req let's go! this one's been in the ask box for minute and it finally made it past the outline stage! twas a fun one to write! s/o to this anon for the req! i hope i did it justice! this is the outfit inspo for leah btw!

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You loved your girlfriend, you really did, but sometimes moments like these really tested your patience. She sometimes really tested your patience.

“Leah, love, for the sake of football, any chance that we could head out before the world cup starts?” You shouted up the stairs, hoping the other girl could hear you clearly. 

The two of you had been invited out with the team, just a nice little get together to celebrate the end of the season before everyone parted ways to prepare with their individual national teams. It wasn’t much really, just a dinner that had the possibility of migrating to a bar or club, but nothing outwardly crazy.

You and Leah had started getting ready a while ago, you getting dressed much earlier due to Leah wanting to kick you out of your shared closet and room, something about a surprise and a kiss promising she wouldn’t be too long distracting you from complaining.

So here you were, sitting at your kitchen island for the past forty-ish minutes or so, resignedly waiting for the blonde to finally come down. Some time between the doom-scroll of Instagram and then TikTok, your mind had been severely sidetracked, the sweet aroma of your girlfriend’s favourite perfume floating down the stairs, overwhelming your sense in the best way possible, and for a while you hadn’t minded how long she was taking. 

Now though? A little under half-an-hour away from the designated time for the dinner, you were beginning to worry whether you’d make it on time, well aware that London traffic and parking would be a pain to navigate.

Getting no response from earlier, you tried once more, leniency wearing thin. 

Hand running across your face in a vain effort to relax, careful not to mess up your hair, you called out a bit gentler this time. “Leah we gotta leave soon otherwise we’re gonna be late!” 

This time you got lucky, the frenzied voice of the defender carrying through the hallway and down the stairs.

“I’ll be down in five! Almost done, I swear…just got my hair left!”

Quietly groaning to yourself, you threw your head back, aware that five minutes weren’t going to be just five minutes.

“I heard that!”

“And yet you didn’t hear my first call! Love you too babe!”

Shaking your head and taking a deep breath, you fiddled with your keys in front of you, getting antsy with every minute that passed. 

All you really wanted to do was see your girlfriend dressed up, admire her, and head out to enjoy your night with your teammates turned friends, something you were immensely excited for and therefore eager to attend to. All this waiting wasn’t doing you any good, the restlessness taking up home in your bones, jitteriness becoming ever present.

It seemed that luck was on your side though, when only about seven minutes later you could hear the defender approaching the top of the stairs. Murmuring a quiet thanks into the air, you rose from your seat, heading to the landing, hoping to usher Leah to the car quickly and head out.

Approaching the bottom steps though, you couldn’t help but stop in your tracks, the sight that awaited you when the blonde walked down the stairs making you glad you waited.

Your mouth falling agape, adoration pouring in your veins, you couldn’t help but stare.

“I-…Leah…baby…” You tried, words not seeming to fall past your lips, at least none that would do justice to just how beautiful she looked standing there ahead of you. 

Blinking, mind short-circuiting, you stood there stunned, speechless.

Leah wasn’t going to lie, she had expected this reaction from you, with the number of times she had already witnessed it in the past. Yet, each time it didn’t fail to cause her to blush gently, your love for her always surprising her, making her appreciate you just a little more.  

Head ducking down, biting back a smile, Leah’s soft voice wrapped around you. “What do you think? Worth the wait?”

“Uh-“ Swallowing hard, you tried to regain your bearings, praying for your internal gay panic to stop for long enough to allow you to form at least one coherent sentence. Letting your eyes trace over her stunning form, you tried once again.

“Shit.”

“That bad?” Leah couldn’t help but tease you, aware that you meant it in awe, yet not willing to pass the opportunity to annoy you.

“Leah…okay fuck. Shit. Fucking hell.” You threw your head back, eyes closing at your nervousness at seeing your girl dressed up. 

You could feel the blonde’s eyebrows raise in amusement at your words, not needing to look at her to feel her smiling, yet you did, bringing your gaze back down, not wanting it to leave her for even a second.

“What happened to being late for dinner?”

“Babe…” you whined. “You absolutely cannot be asking me that after you come down looking like that!” Finally finding your ability to talk, you continued. “Literally not at all fair. Not one bit. Did you even think about me? Or the other girls? How, tell me how are we supposed to stay focused on dinner when you look so gorgeous?”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you eagerly stepped forward to close the gap between you two. Opening and closing your mouth a few times again, you searched for better words to express how you were feeling.

“My god…”

“Yes I’m real, and yeah, I don’t know how you managed to pull me either to be honest.”

Head shaking in amusement, you reached out to the blue-eyed angel. “You’re so cocky y’know, out here thinking you can read my mind.”

“Am I wrong?” The cheeky reply not taking more than a second to slip past Leah’s lips.

“You know you aren’t. It makes it so much worse.” Grinning you let your eyes trace over her outfit for the umpteenth time. 

You weren’t sure how Leah managed to make everything she wore look so amazing, but she did, especially the suits that she wore, like she was now. There was just something about the way that the cropped blouse and tan suit had you in awe, her wavy hair and makeup complimenting it ever so perfectly, the world’s most elegant model, here in your arms. 

Taking a deep breath in, your eyes widened once the realisation that she was yours hit you again. “Seriously though…no words. I’d tell you you look beautiful but I don’t think that even begins to cover it.”

Your words had Leah blushing even harder, ocean eyes shyly meeting yours. 

“I’m so serious babe. I know I say it every time but you genuinely blow me away with how lovely you look. Out here leaving me at a loss for words really.”

Stepping back just a tad bit, you raised your intertwined hands above your head, wrist turning enough to wordlessly tell Leah to spin around slowly. 

“God I’m gonna marry you one day…” The words slipped out of your mouth, heart speaking faster than your mind could comprehend.

Leah stopped in her tracks at your words, slowly finishing her turn before looking at you intently. “You mean that?”

This time it was your turn to blush, cursing yourself for being so lovesick. 

Seeing the truly concerned look in the midfielder’s eyes though, you decided to double down.

Shrugging, pulling Leah closer by her waist, you eased her mind. 

“Yeah. You've had me wrapped around your little finger since the day we met. Still have me in a daze most days. In fact, you said it yourself, I genuinely can’t believe I managed to get you and so I’d be honoured to love you for as long as I can, forever hopefully.”

The look that she gave you at your words had your heart bursting in joy. Eyes shining with love, a gentle smile on her face, Leah looked at you like you were her whole world (because you were- she didn’t know what she’d do if she lost you).

“Promise?”

“Pinky promise. And you know we can’t break those.” 

Interlocking your pinkies, you brought your joined hands up to your lips, placing a tender kiss on the back of her hand before dropping it down.

Becoming aware that you had already spent long enough in your apartment and not enough on the streets though, (not that you would ever mind spending time with Leah) you decided to suggest finally heading out, only having ten minutes to make the twenty minute trip now. 

Tugging Leah closer to you, you placed a kiss on her lips before stepping back and giving her another once over and then a playful wink.

“As much as I'd love to stay here with you, Katie and Beth would absolutely kill us if we skipped out on tonight. So, before we get any more late, shall we head out pretty girl?”

Nodding and letting you lead the way, Leah followed you out the door, smiling to herself at your actions. She knew you were extremely punctual, not one to ever be late if it was in your control. Yet, in moments like these, you’d always make the time to appreciate her, to love her, and she couldn’t adore you more for it if she tried. 

It wasn't a secret how much the pair of you loved each other, endless teasing from all your friends (and sometimes family) adequate proof of that. Yet in stolen seconds like these, where it felt like you two were the only ones in the world, in the cozy bubble of your love, nothing ever felt greater, nothing ever felt more important. Not to you and most definitely not to Leah.

The English captain knew that she'd spend forever with you if she could, the idea of loving you, of marrying you having always been a question of 'when' rather than 'if'.

So if on the drive there, she silently planned your guys’ wedding in her head, you didn’t have to know. And if she spent a good chunk of that planning thinking about what wedding outfit would best leave you speechless, more than she had ever made you thus far, you most definitely didn’t have to know. After all, while her beauty left you tongue-tied, your love for her, all of her, left her at a loss for words, nothing but warmth coursing in her veins, a permanent blush on her cheeks.

And when you both arrived indisputably late, nearly half an hour past the designated time, and the teasing from your teammates was directed at you, you couldn’t help but shrug, declaring your love for her and ignoring the impending comments of 'whipped' headed your way.

“Leah looking at me dressed like that? There’s my weakness. She can take as much time as she needs to get ready. Hell, I made us late in fact. Really though, anything she says tonight, I agree with,” you joked, adoration and mirth filling your eyes.

It really was safe to say that it wasn't a secret how much you two loved each other, especially when all it took was her walking into the room for you to fall in love all over again.

[wordsarelife]

reader needs to get her bloodwork done and she's scared to go alone, so when lockwood sees that something bothers her she asks him to go with her? with prompts 10 and 11 pretty please? 💌🎀💕

—i think he knows

pairing: anthony lockwood x fem!reader

summary: reader has to admit her true feelings for lockwood after her heartbeat goes through the roof at his touch

warnings: mentions of blood and vomiting

note: i extended it a bit, i just can't help it, hope that was alright :)

prompts: in bold

you were sitting on the couch in portland row, your book laying on your legs, as your fingers hammered an unsteady rhythm onto the surface.

you tried concentrating on the words you were reading, you really did, but the nerves held you in a chokehold.

“okay” lockwood, who was sitting in his usual seat, closed the magazine he had been reading “what is bothering you?”

“nothing” you muttered, hiding from his eyes.

he stood up and sat down next to you. “well, it must be something” he took your book from you legs and pointed at the little folded corner. “you started reading twenty minutes ago and haven’t even turned the page”

there was nothing you could say against that. you hadn’t even noticed it had been that long, different thoughts ghosting through your mind

“okay” you finally breathed “but it’s embarrassing”

“it’s just me, you can tell me” he encouraged you smiling. you smiled back at him and nodded

“i have to get my blood work done later today and i’m - i’m scared”

“that’s not even embarrassing” lockwood smiled “a lot of people can’t see blood”

“yeah” you shrugged “but it’s so much worse. when i see blood, i have to throw up, the smell- it’s just overwhelming”

“you can smell blood?”

“you can’t?”

he shrugged “at least that explains why you always look so disgusted when i had a wound from the job, i had feared it was my face”

“it’s not your face” you grinned, shaking your head “it’s just so disgusting”

“the blood, right?” lockwood laughed

“yeah” you smiled “would you mind coming with me? i think that would help a lot”

“as long as you don’t throw up all over me, i’m willing to sit beside you and hold your hand”

“thank you” you smiled and squeezed his hand

“if it helps you can look at my face while it’s happening”

“as long as you don’t suddenly bleed in that area, that would be amazing”

“i’ll try my best” he laughed and stood up, collecting his coat from off the couch

“hey, lockwood?”

“yeah?”

“thank you for noticing, i might’ve not told you otherwise”

“of course. you know that i care about you, right?”

“i care about you too. and if you ever need something, please let me know”

“i could use some help with cleaning blood off my face after jobs”

“yeah, not happening” you slapped his arm and walked out of the room to grab your coat. lockwood followed you

“i heard confrontation was the best therapy, we could start with your eyes closed and slowly open them bit for bit”

“i’m not cleaning blood off your face, lockwood”

“but lucy won’t do it either”

“wonder why”

lockwood laughed and followed you outside, closing the door behind you both

“how about hypnosis?”

you threw him a deadpanned look.

“alright i get it, not happening”

you just rolled your eyes and laughed, totally having forgotten how nervous you were.

Lockwood was sitting right next to you, when the nurse began to get you ready.

"how are you feeling?" he asked softly, you send him a look that told him everything he needed to know. "okay" he breathed, laughing

"this thing" the nurse held up a little device "will measure your pulse and it will make a sound if it's too high, or too low" she connected the device and it began to beep slowly. calming you down, as you noticed how relaxed your heart was beating.

the next thing you knew, the procedure had started. you took a quick look to the right, but quickly looked back at Lockwood, scrunching your face in disgust.

Lockwood smiled at the funny face you were doing, before his hand took yours. surprise entered your face and you stopped concentrating on your blood and the smell of it and rather on him.

the device began to beep quicker.

"everything, alright?" the nurse asked from beside you

"yeah" you looked at the friendly woman and your heartbeat calmed, then your eyes returned back to Lockwood and it picked up it's pace.

"that is weird" the woman watched the device closely

"maybe it's broken?" Lockwood suggested, squeezing your hand in comfort. your heartbeat picked up again. the nurse raised her eyes to look at the boy, then back at you.

"oh, that's a rather common disease" she laughed

"oh?" you repeated scared "am i gonna die?"

"no" she shook her head, still laughing

you looked at Anthony in confusion. he was smiling and you didn't understand a thing.

"Lockwood?" you asked scared "what is wrong with me?"

now Lockwood had to laugh too, him and the nurse syncing. "nothing, love, absolutely nothing is wrong with you"

"i suggest that for the rest of the procedure, you two let go of each other. keep your eyes on me, ms l/n"

"s-sure" you said, still confused

"this really never happened before" the nurse smiled in Lockwood's direction. "don't look at him" she scolded, as your eyes were ready to wander back to his form "look at me, dear"

"why are you laughing?" Lockwood walked next to you on the way back home, and he was giggling and nearly jumping in the air from excitement. "what did she mean, earlier?"

Lockwood stopped walking and looked at you "you don't know?"

"obviously i don't"

"oh, okay" he breathed "well. i think she suggested that your heartbeat picked up, anytime i touched you or you looked at me"

"bullshit" you shook your head "why would it? it's not like i'm scared of you"

"yeah, that's not quite the word i would use either" he stepped closer, pointing at your wrist "may i?"

you shrugged your shoulders, unsure what he would do next. "go ahead"

his hand went to your wrist and rested on your pulse. then his other hand pulled a strand of hair behind your ear. you could feel your pulse pick up and so could he, because now he was smiling, like he had just proven a theory.

he thought for a second, before his hand wandered to your cheek, softly stroking it. your heartbeat picked up even more. his eyes fell to your lips. he stepped forward and planted a featherlight kiss onto them.

he jumped back. "whoa" he laughed "felt like your heart was exploding"

you looked at him with big eyes, still shocked at what just happened. then you got an idea. your eyes wandered to his wrist and you pointed at it. "may i?" you asked and Lockwood nodded

you softly took his wrist and your fingers immediately found his pulse. it was beating steady, nothing out of the ordinary. your other hand landed on his chest and his pulse picked up, with every movement you did, his pulse got faster. your hand softly wandered up his chest, before it went to his shoulder. you caressed his cheek for a moment and then went to grab his hair in the nap of his neck. his pulse felt like it was exploding, you weren't even sure if it was healthy to be this fast.

your hand, which had found a steady position in his neck, quickly pushed him forward, until your lips crushed together in hunger. you forget to keep your hand at his wrist. it joined your other one and both of them were roaming his hair.

both his hands went to your waist. you breathed each other in like air, as if only a kiss could save you. his tongue entered your mouth. your knees almost buckled from the effect that had on you, but he held you steady.

after a while you broke the kiss, both laughing.

"that was amazing" you smiled

"and rather unsafe considering your heart nearly beat out of your chest when i kissed you the first time" Lockwood noted "you heart nearly exploded when i touched your neck, before i even kissed you, mister" you scolded laughing

"that's just the effect you have on me" he shrugged smiling

"let's go home?" you asked and he nodded.

"so how do you feel about me exactly?" Lockwood smiled smugly

"i ain't gotta tell you, i think you know" you plastered a longing kiss on his mouth, before you took his hand, nearly skipping down the street from pure happiness.

[seoafin]

nail in the coffin

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader x geto suguru warnings/tags: established relationship, definitely not healthy relationship dynamics, explicit mentions of sex, dubious consent, happy birthday to my babygirl geto suguru im sorry this is so depressing, not exactly angst but not exactly fluff, unhealthy jealousy. talk of pregnancies and children. also mandatory gojo warning tag and he's not even in the fic. word count: ~3.8k read on ao3

“I don’t know what to get Suguru for his birthday.”

Shoko looks up from her paperwork at you. You lay on the infirmary bed closest to her desk, hands neatly folded over your stomach, as if about to relay all your worries to a shrink.

Your distress must be palpable because she shoots you a look of pure amusement. “You’ve done fine these past few years. I’ve never seen a man so happy to receive a potted plant.”

You stare at the ceiling, gnawing on your inner cheek. “It’s different now.”

“Oh?”

It is different now. Or maybe it isn’t. Maybe you’re overthinking it, about all the infinitesimal ways things have changed when they haven’t. It feels like you’re the only one floundering, overwhelmed, trying to navigate the dynamics of your new relationship with Suguru and Satoru. Except the two of them are the same as they’ve always been: smiling, laughing, touching you like their hands belong on your skin, bringing you close with the same confidence of two high schoolers ready to take on the world.

Except it isn’t exactly new, according to your two boyfriends. Satoru had said nothing would change. Suguru told you that you didn’t need to be scared, that now, the three of you could stay together forever, and isn’t that what you had wanted in the first place? A relationship was a promise. A promise the three of you shared.

You’re still uncertain. Terrified.

Maybe nothing had changed for the two of them. But you approached the idea of a romantic relationship with apprehension and the panic of a fleeing hare. You’re not made for it, built for their love in a way anyone else would be. A normal, happy person would be ideal. You’re formed a little too oddly: not exactly straight, bent and twisted in sharp angles, and battered in places only a child can reach.

But when they hold you, the world feels like a better place, and everything feels a little more okay. You wonder if they feel the same. And when they kiss you, you do all you can to cling to that feeling, otherwise you’d drown in your constant worries.

It’s a temporary solution to a sinking ship. 

“You’re spiraling,” Shoko hums, the pen in her grip twirling around her hand. “Come back.”

You blink, feeling suddenly restless. “I just…want it to be special. More special.” You hesitate. “Satoru’s abroad too, so…”

Suguru hadn’t said anything about his upcoming birthday. Not even a mention of it. As if he had wanted to spare you this exact mental and emotional turmoil. Overthinking and agonizing over a seemingly mundane event. This morning, he kissed you, a brief passionate thing, before heading to Kyoto for a meeting at Kyoto Jujustu Tech, promising to be back before six. He had headed out the door only to come back three minutes later to take you on the counter, leaving you breathless and sated, your mind in twists and knots. Then while you had been in a daze, he had smoothed over your clothes, hands running over your body (a teasing pinch here and there), drawn you back back on two feet, and kissed you again, murmuring low declarations of love against your lip. 

I love you. I’ll see you soon.

Love, love, love. 

He pocketed your panties.

“You’re overthinking it,” comes Shoko’s reply. “From you, he’d be happy with a rock.” She eyes you as if she can discern every thought. “You don’t need to overcompensate. You’ve always been enough.”

Warmth blossoms in your chest at her words, tension unraveling, despite your uneasiness, and you appreciate them. Any other year, a new book and your sorry attempt at baking a cake would have sufficed. But now you aren’t sure. What do people get their lovers on their birthday? What had Satoru gotten for Suguru on his previous birthdays? Suguru for Satoru? You won’t be able to measure up. Not with all your failings in romance.

After a disastrous first date, and Satoru’s absence, you only want to make him happy. 

You reluctantly rise from the bed. “If Satoru were here…” You trail off. Two weeks abroad in the Philippines experiencing the last of torrential monsoons, discovering the sweets of a different culture, and documenting it all for you and Suguru and Shoko. You never get used to the feeling of missing him.

His presence would be welcome, but you aren’t sure this is something you could confide in to anyone but Shoko. Sometimes, you think your doubts are something they just wouldn’t be able to comprehend.

Just as you feared, a romantic relationship is profoundly different from sex. A purely sexual relationship with Satoru and Suguru had also meant your friendship could remain intact. Separate. Maybe at first, you had told yourself you didn’t mind, not when it made them so happy. Maybe you had always wanted it, but you didn’t need it. You were happy before, content. You don’t know how to be a lover. You don’t even know how to love, not in the way they deserve.

Bent and twisted.

You glance at the clock, feet hanging over the bed. “I should go. Tsumiki’s going to help the girls make a cake for Suguru.” You smile at the thought. Of course, you’d be relegated to clean up duty, but you wouldn’t be alone. Megumi would keep you company, just as he always did. A small extension of your shadow glued to your side while the girls fed batter to Megumi’s divine dogs and laughed, chattering about school assignments and their upcoming school field trip to the aquarium. 

Only then would you be able to forget about your worries for a while.

Getting to your feet, Shoko stops you.

“If you’re really that worried about a gift. Have you considered pregnancy?”

You nearly trip over your feet.

She shakes her head, laughter on the tip of her sigh. “That got your attention, didn’t it?”

……..

Suguru comes home just as the cake has been wrapped and placed into the oven to cook. Nanako immediately moves to stand in front of the oven with Tsumiki, their bodies blocking the cake. Suguru feigns ignorance about the cake as Mimiko clings to his leg. He picks her up in his arms and plants a kiss on top of her head, drawing Nanako away from the oven to demand a kiss for her too.

You’re washing the dishes, giving them to Megumi to dry when Suguru’s arm snakes around your waist and brings you chest to chest. Before you can utter a syllable, Suguru kisses you.

To the delight of the girls, and the great suffering of Megumi, who wrinkles his nose, places the dry plate in his hands on the rack, climbs down the stool, and shuffles away, divine dogs nipping at his feet. The girls follow after him, giggling. Video games in Megumi’s room, you’re sure.

He’s unusually happy. You could’ve sworn he had been whistling the same tune you often hear from Satoru’s lips. “I’m home.”

You place a steadying hand on his chest, a slow smile spreading on your face. “Welcome home.”

Suguru chuckles, brushing the hair out of your face fondly. “You sound like a housewife.” Then he glances at the apron tied around your waist, and kisses you again until you’re breathless, fingers fisted tight in his shirt.

“I was thinking,” he says, not disheveled in the slightest. Unlike you. “How about we go out tonight? There’s an izakaya that just opened up not far from here. We can go and decide whether or not it’s good enough to appease Satoru’s high taste.”

As long as there were sugary drinks and more sugar, you’re sure that would be more than enough to keep Satoru quiet for dinner.

“I don’t mind.” You look on the counter and realize Suguru brought home takeout KFC for the kids. Mimiko will be delighted. “I thought you had to get up early tomorrow—”

“I can be late,” he replies, lips curling into a mischievous smile. “I wasn’t planning on an early night anyway.”

Your face heats at the implication. At the memory of his lips this morning, the shape of his hands, and the burning desire of his gaze. You look to his pocket, unconsciously, and his lips pull into a teasing smirk. You look away, embarrassed. Feel heat pooling between your thighs underneath his darkening gaze.

You don’t get to ask him about what he might like for his birthday, what Satoru’s gotten him on his previous birthdays (before you had been added to this convoluted romantic equation), or anything of that note. Mimiko runs back into the kitchen and demands Suguru’s attention for a school project.

……..

The izakaya is bustling, close to bursting open with the amount of patrons seated around the wooden counter and in small, packed tables around the restaurant, forcing people leg to leg, shoulder to shoulder. Suguru leads you in, and you can’t help but be amused at the way the waitress brightens at his arrival, and the sight of her disappointment when she catches sight of you, next to him. There are two empty seats at the counter and you raise an eyebrow at Suguru. On a piece of paper in front plastered to the front door: No reservations.  

Upon being seated, Suguru and the waitress, Akari chat about the popular items on the menu as you look around the small area bathed in dim lights, and the scent of meat grilling on charcoal. You’d like to come here with Shoko on your next night out, and drink. Cheers erupt from across the izakaya. Five or six tables haphazardly pushed together to make one long table seating what looks like drinking college students. Girls on one side, guys on the other.

“A mixer,” Akari says, almost apologetically, as Suguru takes your jacket and hooks it behind him. She takes out a notepad and a pen. “I’m sure they’ll be ready to leave soon. You know how college students can be!”

“A mixer, huh,” Suguru muses. “I don’t miss those.”

“I’m sure you were popular with all the girls,” Akari blurts out. As if realizing her words, she flushes prettily. Suguru looks faintly embarrassed at the compliment, ducking his head.

“Well, I doubt I would’ve noticed either way,” Suguru says with a short chuckle, apologetic. “There was only one girl I was only ever interested in so…”

He’s looking at you. Even though the izakaya is thoroughly heated to stave off the winter cold outside, your face warms, insides twisting, and you swallow. Suguru takes your hand, massaging, warming it up from the biting cold.

“Oh!” She replies, clasping her hands together dreamily. “How long have the two of you been together?”

“Three years, give or take. It feels like we’ve been together since highschool though.”

You blink. Three years? Since high school? According to your estimations, it’s only been three months. You don’t have time to dwell on it because Akari asks if you’re ready to order. 

Suguru orders a little bit of everything. Braised foods, grilled foods, potato and cucumber salad, tuna and salmon sashimi, and two large pints of hakkaisan. You hadn’t planned on drinking tonight, but Suguru only grins conspiratorially, (“you have to try the seishu if you want to come here with Shoko”) and he’s right. Only the best for her. You note the menu has an entire subsection dedicated to western ice cream sundae desserts. Satoru will definitely like that.

Akari takes your order and briefly returns with your appetizers and two large pints of Hakkaisan. Suguru takes a picture and sends it to Satoru. Your phone vibrates from the force of the rapid stream of texts sent by Satoru's fast fingers. You turn your phone on silent.

When you take a large, long sip, it’s Suguru’s turn to raise an eyebrow. He wipes the foam off your lips and licks it off his thumb. You pointedly look away. Suguru’s laugh is good natured.

“Now,” Suguru murmurs, still audible despite the increasingly present background noise. He lightly bumps his leg into yours. He looks concerned. “What’s on your mind?”

Three years. High school. Birthday presents. His birthday. It all dies on your tongue.

“How was the meeting?” You ask instead.

Suguru doesn’t push. “Fine. Boring. Naoya was there.”

You down the rest of your Hakkaisan as Suguru looks on. You don’t know if you can be sober for this conversation. You don’t know if you want to. Satoru- kun , Suguru- kun . You frown. When there’s nothing left in your glass, you let him feed you a glazed meatball.

“Nothing about—”

“If Naoya wants to inherit the clan, leaving Megumi alone works in his favor. We both know how he feels about his inheritance, and I doubt he’ll change his mind.”

(Megumi, aged ten, coolly staring down at a seated Naobito: No. Thanks.)

“ Killing Megumi works in his favor,” you point out. It’s awful. He’d do it too like the coward he is. You’d previously held no strong feelings towards the Zenin other than annoyance and mutual dislike. He had liked Satoru and Suguru well enough, trailing after them while thinking you an eyesore, severely annoyed at your resistance to calling him Naoya- sama like his servants back home. Where, to him, is exactly where you belonged.

At least Shoko- chan is useful . Even if she is a woman, he’d said. You didn’t need him to tell you what you already knew. When he crudely told you that there were more useful things she could be doing, like passing down her reverse cursed technique, you had activated your own cursed technique and pushed him into the lake.

You supposed he was still sore about that, although you, yourself, had forgotten about it. After that altercation in high school, you never saw him again. Until Megumi.

“They won’t take him.” You say severely. “I won’t let them.”

Megumi and Tsumiki were yours , just as much as Mimiko and Nanako were Suguru’s, and you’d fight tooth and nail, just as you had when you were a high schooler to protect them. 

“ We won’t let them,” Suguru says gently. “We’ll protect the children.”

You relax at his words. The three of you. Just like it had been in high school. But also it’s not really the same is it? Now Suguru and Satoru kiss you like they’ve always been doing it. Nothing’s changed, you hear Satoru say in your head, but everything has. Now you regularly fall asleep to the sound of soft breathing, sandwiched between two bodies, and wake up to hands roaming your body as if they belong there. And when they fuck you, it’s so tender you’re unsure of what to do. You never dwell on it too long, you can’t, because they’re insistent on keeping you with them, in the heat of the moment, until you’re so strung out you can’t formulate words. Again and again, over and over—

Have you considered pregnancy? 

You aren’t even sure Satoru or Suguru want children, least of all with you. You’d be a horrible mother. Children—

You don’t know. Not anymore. It’s all so confusing. So you order the strongest whiskey cocktail on the menu, and ask for an extra dose of whiskey as Suguru looks on, and when Akari delivers it along with your first courses, you down the entire thing. And then order another.

……..

To everyone’s great astonishment, you had been twelve drinks in when Suguru cut you off. You’re not drunk. You think. Everything is slightly tilted towards the right but that might just be the weight of your head tilting precariously to one side. Even the dim lights are bright to your eyes. Okay, you’re drunk.

Suguru is looking at you, slightly swaying on your stool with such a lovestruck expression that the tangled bundle of nerves in your stomach slightly settles. You love him so much. But you also know that you are poisoning this relationship, this thing you have Satoru and Suguru, with your fears and concerns. It’s not right. It’s all your fault.

You love him and Satoru so much it feels like your heart might burst. You’re so happy that any day you’re terrified it might come to an abrupt end. You’re not ready for it to end. It will end. It always does. And it’ll be your fault for being so weak. For giving in. 

You stand, placing a hand on Suguru’s shoulder to steady yourself. His hand automatically goes to your waist.

“Washroom,” you tell him and you slowly make your way to the door, Suguru’s gaze following you all the way inside. The buzzing of the fluorescent lights scratch your eyes as you hover over the sink and sigh. You shouldn’t have drank so much.

You breathe, splash water on your face, and wash your hands. You aren’t sober, but you’re on your way. When you exit the bathroom, two college aged girls are sidled up to Suguru, and you stare.

You aren’t quite sure what to do. From the looks of it, they could just be having a conversation. You’re ill equipped and unprepared to handle a situation like this. But then the brunette puts her hand on Suguru’s shoulder and smiles, white teeth flashing, lips ruby red. Her friend with dyed blonde hair and a voluptuous chest begins to start playing with a lock of Suguru’s hair.

The hair that he had left down because you liked it down the most.

Everything’s changed, you think, making your way over. It’s not fair for Satoru to say it hasn’t. If it had been before you would’ve been fine. You would’ve quietly excused yourself and made yourself scarce. You would have encouraged it. You would have wanted them to be happy with a nice, normal girl. It was alright when it was just sex. They promised that that was all that it was. Just sex. A way all three of you could feel good. Mutually beneficial. But they had to kiss you, bring you to tears and then kiss those tears away.

Maybe if you give us a kiss first , Suguru would croon, underneath you, watching your heaving, desperate body with lidded eyes. Satoru’s nearly luminescent gaze hungrily trained on you as you struggled to form words.

They had to want more than you could give them.

When you get to your seat, conversation falls to a sudden silence. The two girls size you up, but you don’t pay them attention. You don’t bother to say anything. You grab a still seated Suguru by the middle of his shirt and pull him up into you for a long kiss.

You try to keep it chaste, but Suguru doesn’t let you, doesn’t want to. There’s a nip at your bottom lip, a demanding swipe of his tongue, but you refuse him entry. He’s smiling into your lips when you squeeze his shoulder, hard enough to hurt, and the two of you separate. He’s not even out of breath. Just so pleased with himself you wonder if he planned this, let some random girl touch his hair, touch him.

You tell yourself you don’t care. 

You turn on your heel, leaving him with the bill.

It doesn’t even take him five minutes to catch up with you.

“Are you mad?” He asks, your jacket on his arm. “You forgot your jacket—”

“Suguru,” you say. “What do you want for your birthday?”

You can tell he hadn’t been expecting that, because he momentarily blinks. Then smiles. When Suguru is taken off guard, it’s difficult to tell. Because he always smiles, but there are tells in his expression. “Anything wou—”

“Shoko said I should get pregnant.” You leave out the part where she had been joking. “Is that what you want? You and Satoru? How many children?”

You’d be lying if you said you had never thought about it. Birth control was only so secure, and Satoru and Suguru liked it, finishing inside of you.

You wouldn’t be averse to it. Satoru would give you a girl. Suguru, a boy, and maybe another girl. 

Suguru’s throat bobs, watching you. He thought you were joking. You’re not. “A couple,” he says slowly, gauging your face. “Girls,” he says, expression soft as he looks at you. “Satoru wants girls. A boy or two, so Megumi wouldn’t be alone.”

There’s a future here. It terrifies you so much. They want it, the both of them, this future you aren’t even sure you’ll be present for. 

“Now,” you say, licking your lips. You won’t let him look away, not now. “Tell me what you want for your birthday.”

“You,” he breathes out. He looks sad. “All of you.”

“Okay,” you say simply. Quietly. You’d do anything for him. For Satoru and Shoko. You look down at the frost lined streets and let your breath mist in the chilly air. You wordlessly take your jacket from Suguru and put it on.

You press your face into his chest. His arms envelope you. He’s warm, and for a few seconds you listen to the steady rhythm of his heart.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” You don’t mind if they hurt you. Never did. You look up at him. “I love you.”

His hands are surprisingly warm when he cups your face like you are the most precious thing in the world. But now you’ve made him sad. “I love you,” he says softly. “I love you so much.”

His words are undeniably true. He loves you. He and Satoru, in ways you never asked for. In ways that have brought them nothing but suffering. You don’t know if it’s worth it. You wonder if they regret it. You would’ve been forever content as a spectator.

In four days Satoru will be back home, right back in Suguru’s arms. He’ll kiss you greedily, all consuming, as if to make up for the lost time, and then the three of you will end up in the bedroom the three of you now permanently share, clothes strewn all over the room. Satoru will fuck you first if he hasn’t already had Suguru. Then Suguru. Then he will spread the rest of the night buried between your thighs, below you, on top of you, leaving his mark on your body, as if to make up for the lost time while Suguru takes your mouth. Then the two of them will fuck you together. You will cry, cling to them, and kiss them. Messy, cum swapping, consuming exchanges that swallow you whole. They will kiss you back to devour you, and only then will they be satisfied. 

In the pale light of the morning, sometimes you press your ear to their chests, close your eyes, and listen. Like listening to the call of the ocean, the tides, in the opening of a conch. No two heartbeats are the same. Not even theirs.

But right now Suguru is not asleep. You close your eyes and dedicate yourself to memorization. In four days you will lie awake on Satoru’s chest, and listen to the heartbeat that makes him human.

Right now though, you think, this is enough, and you are content.

a/n:

-when i conceptualized this it was initially haha you get drunk and kiss geto. wouldn't that be cute. and then it turned into this. in an effort to defend myself i will say that the people wanted an established relationship!

-so i know this fic ends on a debbie downer mood but i swear they will talk about it. sometime later. maybe. rip!mc is just a lillll dumb so. she just needs space y'all (and maybe an apartment (to herself))) and we all know what boundaries mean to One Gojo Satoru. also yes geto can be a male manipulator at times. that's why we love him.

-yes rip!mc attempts to murder naoya yes she forgets about it right after. that's just how irrelevant he is. she probably saw a cat right after or smt idk.

-rip!mc still does not know stsg have been pining since hs. shoko is like you still haven't told her and geto is like. baby steps.

-nail in the coffin is a whisky cocktail made with japanese whisky. i thought it was hilariously ironic. also if ur a true shoko fan you should know she orders whisky cocktails in the light novel!!!

[aleksa-sims]

RL Story

Now we were finally at N.’s Mom's. I couldn't wait to see, what a surprise N. got for me? He told me a bit about it 2 weeks ago, when we were visiting his Mom at her new place. Anyway, today I’ll find out what N. has planned for me.

As we came into the house his Mom was totally surprised, that we showed up there today.

N.'s Mom: Hey guys! What-... are you doing here? 😧

Nico: I wanna show her what you and I..... prepared for her.

N.'s Mom: But it's not finneshed yet N.! I told you I’d call you as soon as I was done.

Nico: Chill, Ma! I almost finished it the other day . So, it's ok! She's gonna love it.

N's Mom: All right. I hope you like it A.!..... I’m really looking forward to the Baby. And you and N. are always welcome here.

Me: I think I know what you two... got for me. I can't wait to see it. 🤩 Um...yea, thank you for everything.

N.'s Mom: I just wish it was all done. But I promise you, in a week or so, it will look nice here.🙂

Me: It's all fine. I know you have a lot to do rn.

N.'s Mom: Yk, the move was not planned, otherwise your surprise would have been ready in time, for your birthday 2 weeks ago. This mess here, was a... surprise to me too. But it just had to be. 🤷‍♀️😕 Anyway, now go up and see what Nico got for you. 🫠

I knew it! This is exactly what I was hoping for! Now we have almost everything our Baby will need. Even though..... we’ll be homeless in a few weeks. 😬

Me: Wow, N., that's-...so cute and.... beautiful! 😍 W-when and how did you do that? 😳

Nico: How?.... Well, I put the cot together. I bought all this stuff when you were in the hospital. That one day, your Mom came to us. Actually, I wanted to show it to you long ago, but then Ma moved and... I didn’t know where we’d live with our Baby? That’s why I brought you here last week. I wanted to see, if you like this place?.. It’s not far away from your family. Ma offered to live here with you until our own apartment is finished. She chose the crib. I wasn't really sure, yk? All this baby stuff kind of.... overwhelmed me. But the stroller babe, was my choice!

Me: Yeah, I see it’s green, your fav color. Thank you N.! You did a great job.... Really, I didn’t think you could.... do this. 😳🥰

Me: You're amazing! You’re gonna be a great Dad. I'm so happy having a Baby with you. Honestly! ILY, sm..... And I’m so sorry about what I did with D., for deceiving you. 😞

Nico: Nothing happend, that's all that matters. Besides, I wasn’t any better. But anyway, don’t want to talk about it anymore.... So, what you think? Are we moving here for a few months?

Me: I promised you, I’d do whatever you wanted, but I wanna talk to your Mom first. I need to hear it from her, that this is okay for her & her partner.

Nico: She and your Mother talked about it. We’ll be at your parents house a lot, too, but-.... me & your Dad under the same roof??.. Idk if I’m gonna get along with him? That’s why we better move in here for now. Ok? 😬

Me: I can’t live without you. I can’t do this without your help anyway. As long as you’re by my side. 🥰

Nico: I’ll do anything for you, babe.... And our boy.

I couldn’t believe what he’s done for us & our Baby. It was so cute, but I wasn’t 100% sure, if I would be able to live here? Tbh I didn’t really have a choice anyway. However, I was looking forward to our new apartment and was so happy with him. Nevertheless, let’s see what his Mom and her spouse will say to me/us. I mean, they agreed and were happy, that Nico and I were moving in. Still, I had to talk to them about it first.

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[k-femdove]

detention || h.js

pairing:: sub!han jisung x afab!dom!reader

genre:: just straight up smut... pwp

warnings:: flirty jisung, extremely fast paced, semi-public sex, fucking in a classroom, kissing, handjobs, degradation (if you squint), overstimulation,a glimpse of piv towards the end. DUBIOUS CONSENT. It's way less clear at the end and consent is never explicitly stated, but jisung is 100% into it, just overwhelmed

word count:: 0.6k (just a short little ficlet)

"What are you doing?" Jisung asked, peering over your shoulder in the empty classroom.

  "It's nothing." You started, but you could see he was unamused. "What? What do you want me to do?"

He smirked. "I want you to do me." He said playfully, expecting you to crack a smile or show some reaction.

  You knew he was joking, but there was always some truth behind his remarks. You looked him up and down, taking in the view. After all, he did look incredibly fuckable.

  "I think I'll take you up on that." You said, placing a hand on his thigh. The smirk he wore so proudly became a look of bewilderment, which then turned into a furious blush.

"Wait, what?! Are you serious?" He exclaimed. His protest continued, but the tent growing in his pants said otherwise.

  "Yeah." You said casually. "You up for it?"

"I mean, yeah-"

You grabbed his tie, pulling him into a heated kiss. His eyes widened but slowly closed as he eased into it. You slipped your tongue into his mouth, eager to taste him.

"But- What if- we get- caught?" He panted between kisses.

"Don't worry about it." You purred, rising out of your chair. You pulled him up and pushed him onto the teacher's desk. ----- So here you were, perched on him as he sucked your fingers.

"Please," he whimpered, pulling away from your fingers. A small string of saliva connected you. "Touch me."

You hummed as you ran your hand up and down his inner thigh. He groaned quietly. You could tell that he was frustrated by the lack of stimulation.

"What's wrong?" You asked, a cruel smile forming on your face. "I am touching you, aren't I?"

  Jisung frowned as you giggled at his desperation. "You know that's not what I meant." He whined, attempting to pull you closer to him.

  You withdrew your hand, waiting expectantly. Jisung looked you in the eyes and sighed.

  "F-fine." He said. "Will you, um, touch my cock?" He asked, blushing and avoiding your gaze. He waited. Still, no response. "P-please?" He added on, eyes wide and filled with desire.

"Well, since you asked nicely." You smirked, reaching your hand in his pants and pulling out his cock, red and leaking.

  Jisung took a sharp breath, flinching slightly at the cold air on his dick. You took your saliva-covered fingers and wrapped your hand around his length without warning. He moaned as you moved your hand, occasionally swiping your thumb over his sensitive tip. Copious amounts of precum leaked out of him.

"Look at you." You teased, caressing his face with your free hand. "Someone so confident reduced to a needy little whore for me."

  He whimpered, embarrassed but unable to deny it. You began jerking him off quickly, his noises filling the room. You could tell he was close. His breathing became shaky as his moans grew louder, cock twitching against your palm.

"Y-Y/n..." Jisung moaned out, bucking his hips up towards you. "I-i think I'm gonna-"

Before you knew it, he had spilled his cum all over your hand. His body shook as he came. His eyes were screwed shut as waves of pleasure washed over him, each one more extreme than the next.

  The poor boy hadn't come down from his high before the overstimulation hit. He opened his eyes to see you already sinking onto his cock.

  "Oh, you thought we were done?" You laughed, eyeing his fucked out state. You glanced towards the clock before turning back to him. "We still have an hour left... It's my turn now."

a/n:: Hey guys! I’m sorry that this is so short but i didn’t want to leave you with 0 content for too long, so here this is! Nothing I make is beta read so I apologize for any mistakes :)

[celestiall0tus]

Rapture - Chapter 2 - Suitors

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            Marinette sat in the private garden that Sabine had made. She stared down at the tea before her as she listened to the quiet buzz of the nobility outside her sanctuary. Her nerves ate away at her as the seconds crawled by. She gripped and ungripped her dress skirt as she fought to calm herself. She glanced up and saw Rose scurrying around, trying to make her comfortable while Alix stood beside her.

            “Hey, Ser Alix? Uh, have you ever done things like this before?”

            “Huh? Oh. No. Well, nothing this formal.”

            “What do you mean?”

            “Uh, well, I’m not of any noble birth or upbringing. Just your run-of-the-mill village hooligan. And one that has lived a dangerous life protecting the realm and her people. So, someone like me, well, you just learn to take your pleasures where you can.”

            “I don’t understand. What does that mean exactly?”

            Alix opened her mouth when Vana and Gimmi materialized as adult humans. Vana was dressed in a princely outfit with clashing splashes of color while Gimmi wore a basic uniform akin to the butlers.

            “Woah. The kwamis can turn human?” Alix asked.

            “Huh? Oh, yeah. Vana, Gimmi, what’s the plan?” Marinette asked.

            “We will begin bringing in the nobles one at a time, as per Rose’s request. She insists that this would be more preferable as to not overwhelm you,” Gimmi pointed out.

            “Oh? Oh! That’s… that’s actually a relief. Alright, I’m ready for the first one.”

            Vana and Gimmi nodded, then vanished. Marinette took a deep breath and fidgeted before she stood and walked around.

            “You alright, your Grace?” Alix asked.

            “Yeah. Yes. This is… simple. It is just talking. No… anything else, yet.”

            “Your Grace, forgive me, but have you never flirted with anyone?”

            “Oh, Velze no! I mean, I had people flirt with me, but I didn’t have time for that. There’s so much to learn about the empire, her people, and everything. I had to make sure I was prepared to take over and rule effectively. There was no time for all that, well, until today. But it’s going to be an easy day. I’ll just be meeting people. There’ll be no flirting or anything like that.”

            Alix snorted. “Oh, you sweet summer child you.”

            Marinette tilted her head as light flashed in the corner of her eye. She turned as a tall blond boy ran up and hugged her. She squeaked while she heard a cat’s purr come from him.

            “Your Majesty, it’s so good to finally meet you!”

            Marinette chuckled. “Uh, and you too, but, uh, who are you?”

            The man stepped back and Marinette got a good look at him. He stood a head taller than her with short blond hair with his bangs sideswept to stay out of his eyes. He wore a dark purple outfit with lime green embroidery, black gloves and boots, and a red shoulder cape with a black fur cuff on the shoulder with red strands in the fur.

            “Oh, please forgive me, your Grace. I’m Prince Adrien Agreste. I’m the sole heir of the kingdom blessed by the first.”

            Marinette gasped. “Tikki and Plagg, right? Those of Creation and Destruction and the first to be split from Velze?”

            “The very same. I will also apologize in advance for them. They can, uh, sometimes get bored real quick and cause problems for everyone.”

            Marinette giggled. “I’m sure with everyone here, they should hopefully keep themselves entertained.”

            “Yeah, I sure hope so at least.”

            “Come, let’s sit.”

            Adrien trotted behind Marinette as she led them to the table and took a seat.

            “So, tell me, Adrien, how are things in your kingdom?”

            “They’re doing well. We’re still grieving the loss of our late Queen Emilie, but otherwise, all is good. Uh, but on a different note, why don’t you tell me about yourself, your Grace? I had seen glanced of you at past galas, but never had a chance to properly introduce myself.”

            “Huh? Oh. Oh! Uh, well, as you know, I’m the crown heir, uh, blessed by the first of the kwamis. Uh, I like to read and learn. It actually was the thing I loved most about the galas. Every year brought new stories. I looked forward to hearing from the people what happened and their glorious endeavors. It reminded me that the world was far bigger than my own kingdom.”

            Adrien’s eyes lit up. “Do you have any favorites?”

            “Oh, well there was…. Oh, but there was also this….”

            Marinette paused and considered, then smiled. She looked back at Alix and Rose. She took note of the neutral expression on Alix’s face while Rose looked displeased.

            “Ser Alix, could you regale us one of your many deeds, please?”

            Alix hummed as she considered. She settled on a tale of her time in Paradise, a kingdom that had been blessed by the set of kwamis that went by the same name. She told Marinette and Adrien about a group of bandits that had forced their way into one of the hearts of their forests. She explained how the bandits sought the rare, live-giving herbs found in the hearts and steal them away. Marinette and Adrien listened in awe as she shared the epic battle where she took on twenty men and emerged without a scratch on her.

            “Woah! Not a single scratch on you? Amazing! Who trained you?” Adrien asked.

            “Indeed, who?”

            “An old friend who gave me a lot in my youth. Where most saw a hooligan that would be nothing more than a beggar thief, she saw something a little more. She trained me to be a knight and taught me many things I still hold close to me to this day. It’s the least I could do for her and to honor everything she had done for me.”

            “Incredible! But who-?” Adrien started.

            “Time’s up,” Gimmi and Vana said as they materialized.

            “Oh, already? Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, your Grace,” Adrien said as he stood.

            “Marinette. You can call me Marinette.”

            Adrien smiled and hugged Marinette before he was teleported away. A new figure appeared where Adrien once stood. The person as a man as tall as Adrien and dressed in a similar outfit, but pure black with gold strands in his shoulder cuff instead of red. His face showed his age that paired well enough with his slicked back silver hair.

            “Oh, uh, hello? Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

            “The pleasure is mine, your Grace. Allow me to introduce myself. I am King Gabriel Agreste. I’m sure you had spoken with my son a moment ago.”

            “Oh, yes, actually. We had a lovely chat. Ser Alix even shared one of her tales with us.”

            “Did she? I’ve heard many of her tales myself. Quite the prolific defender she is, no?”

            “Indeed. It’s very inspiring to hear them. And reassuring, you know? That simple fact that someone like her is out there protecting all the kingdoms of their own accord. It’s all very… romantic.”

            “Your Grace?”

            Marinette pursed her lips. “I mean…! Not romantic, but it’s just, uh, inspiring! Yeah, very inspiring and, uh, reassuring. Anyway, take a seat. Let’s talk about, uh, business?”

            Gabriel nodded and took a seat across from Marinette. The pair talked about business affairs when Gimmi and Vana showed up to escort Gabriel away and bring in the next person. She had seen a number of lower nobles before Gimmi and Vana brought in a tall, lanky man with messy black hair, piercing green eyes, and dressed in black.

            “G-greetings, your Highness. I’m Prince Marc Anciel. The, uh, crown prince of Psyche and Terra’s kingdom. You know, the kwamis of body and soul.”

            “Oh, yes! I hear many things about your kingdom. Tell me, a great many artists come from your kingdom, don’t they?”

            “N-naturally, your Highness. But of course, they’re nothing compared to the artists from the capital, er, your kingdom. Or, well, that of Creation. We’re… we’re fairly average in comparison.”

            “Average? Hardly! Some of my favorite books have come from your kingdom.”

            Marc’s eyes lit up. “You read?”

            “Of course! Most of my life I’ve been in a library, studying. There’s so much to learn, and it’s fascinating! To think of where we came from, how far we’ve come, and how much farther we could go. The ideas and possibilities are endless, and it all lies with us. Not even to mention the ideas that lie with books and being able to bring those to life. That way things we thought only possible in our minds can become a reality. Just as Velze had done.”

            “That was amazing, your Highness. Do you stick with history books, or do you read other books?”

            “I read a little bit of everything, but admittedly my favorite are romance books. It’s a little embarrassing to admit, but I often look to them for, well, some idea of romance. I’ve never actually bothered with courting before this event. I’m still not sure how it all works. All the books are different and lead to something different. Though, usually, well, you know.”

            Marc blushed and looked away. “You’re not alone, your Highness. I’ve had a difficult time connecting to people, so I used the books as an escape. It was easier to read and live through the characters than dealing with the fight and struggle through it all myself. You know?”

            “More than just that but being able to experience things we’d never do. I don’t know about you, but that whole bondage thing, yeah, I don’t think I could do that. I’m such a baby when it comes to any sort of pain, and I could never dish it out. I understand it’s a mutual thing, most times in certain books, but I don’t think I’d have the heart. But the rush and everything that comes from reading the words is pure ecstasy.”

            “Yes! I get what you mean about all that. It does seem really scary, but I can’t lie that I’m a touch curious, though only a touch. When reading, the highs feel so high, but I wonder what it’d be like to experience them. Is it the same, or no? That’s not even mentioning all the amazing romantic gestures. I read one recently where the lover literally moved the stars themselves to declare their love.”

            Marinette’s eyes widened as she bounced. “Oh, how romantic! Tell me more. What was it about? Was it good? What was it called?”

            Marinette and Marc spiraled into a long discussion about books until Gimmi and Vana appeared and escorted Marc out. Marinette saw to other nobles until Gimmi and Vana brought in Kim. Marinette squealed, ran up, and hugged him.

            “Kim! It’s been ages!”

            Kim hugged Marinette and swung her around. “It’s been too long, Mari! I was worried for a moment you had forgotten me, but how could you? It’s me.”

            Marinette giggled and took a seat. “You must tell me how you’ve been. I haven’t seen you since we were kids. About, what is it now? Six or seven summers?”

            “Whatever it is, it has been too long. But the perfect time to grow up and meet again, is it not? Do you like what you see?”

            Marinette pursed her lips in a smile as she looked over Kim. He was nearly three times the size since she had last seen him with a large chest, broad shoulders, and massive muscles that his shirt fitted a little too tightly. He flexed several times, and she feared his sleeves would rip at the seam each time he did.

            Marinette cleared her throat. “You’re, uh, very impressive, Kim. I’m sure that, um, you’re quite the heart throb.”

            “Oh, yes. The women can’t get enough of me. It can be quite exhausting having to fight off my fans, but I just remind myself I do this for the only woman worthy of me.”

            “Yeah? And, uh, just who would that be?”

            Kim stood and leaned over Marinette. “Why, you, Mari. Who else?”

            “Ah, well, I… I don’t know. I… I don’t exactly think I’m worthy of you, Kim. I mean, it has been so long, and we don’t know each other like we do, so, uh-.”

            “Nonsense! We’re as thick as thieves. Always were, always have been. Don’t you remem-.”

            Kim reached out cup Marinette’s chin, but Rose jumped in, and he grabbed Rose’s face. Kim sneered and ripped his hand away as Alix ran in and kicked Kim in the groin. He screeched and fell with a heavy thud.

            “First mistake, you always wear protective armor down there.”

            Kim opened his mouth, but Gimmi and Vana teleported him away. They gave Marinette a few moments to gather herself before they brought in a pair of sisters. They both had long blonde hair. The tallest had a blue streak while the shorter one had a lavender one. The short sister wore a plain black and lavender dress while the taller sister wore a strapless blue dress that hugged her body with a mini cape.

            “Greetings, Princess! I am Princess Chloe Bourgeois, and this is my little sister, Princess Zoe. I know this was supposed to be a one-on-one thing, but little Zoe does better when she’s got me around. You know, it’s a thing. Can we get an extra chair?”

            “It’s ok, Chloe. I can stand,” Zoe mumbled.

            “Nonsense! We are nobility, royalty, dear Zoe. You will not stand like the common rabble over there,” Chloe barked while pointing at Alix and Rose.

            Zoe opened her mouth but looked at Marinette and blushed. “I’m sorry.”

            “It’s alright, dear. We can get you a seat. Gimmi, Vana?”

            Gimmi and Vana didn’t appear, but a second chair materialized. Chloe bowed her head and took a seat with Zoe.

            “Thank you, Princess. A very generous, kind soul. Oh, and understanding. The makings of a perfect monarch, don’t you agree, Zoe?”

            Zoe kept her head down but nodded.

            “Is she ok?” Marinette asked.

            “Huh? Oh, yes. Still a little in her shell. I try to help her find her voice, but it can be a little difficult for her. She’s quite the patient individual, so it’s why I help. Remind her of what we are.”

            Marinette gave a weak smile as she listened to Chloe brag about their kingdom with the kwamis of Determination and Lethargy, Stompp and Mell. Marinette fought to listen until Gimmi and Vana came along and escorted the sisters away. Marinette sighed as she zoned out for the next batch of nobility until Gimmi and Vana brought in a tall woman with tan skin, big brown ombre hair that was sky blue at the tips, and wore a dark sky-blue corset top, a white blouse underneath, black gloves and boots, and black pants.

            “Uh, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before,” Marinette said.

            “You’re correct, Princess. I am Queen Alya Cesaire. My people are the nomadic tribes that still travel across the land.”

            “Oh! You’re guided by the kwamis of Freedom and Connection, aren’t you?”

            “Correct. I know we don’t attend many of your gatherings. Typically, we aren’t in the area at the right time, but we made an exception this time.”

            “Forgive me, but you are young to be queen. You look my age.”

            “I likely am. I’ve seen twenty-three summers and twenty-two winters.”

            “My goodness. What happened to your parents?”

            “Well, it’s… it’s not easy being what we are. Not anymore. With so much of the world settled, territories defined, and increased hostilities, it has become a dangerous place for those like me. My parents, our respective leaders, were killed with a large group of my people. What was left met and a decision was made. I was named queen because I bear the marks of the kwamis, must like the other princes and princesses I’ve seen. We’re looking to settle into land and grow roots. And so, I’m here, to nurture those roots.”

            “Oh no. Had it really gotten that bad for your people?”

            “I’m afraid so. With much of the land claimed and people growing more… suspicious of each other, it is difficult. Let’s not forget what happened to Aislinn’s kingdom.”

            Marinette paled. “Right. They declared war on Paradise and to prevent an all-out war, Paradise used their miracle and erased Aislinn’s kingdom and her people. I’ve seen the records in the library. The scribes recorded that Paradise was punished for not consulting the Crown, but the damage was done, so they got a mere slap on the wrist. But that was a century ago. Is it really still that bad?”

            “I’m afraid so. That’s the unfortunate thing, Princess. People never forget the bad but will always lose sight of the good.”

            “Well, that won’t happen with me. I can promise you that.”

            “Well, I’ll see that when happens. Forgive me, Princess, but I’ve seen how cheap words are. It was such words that got my parents and people massacred. Once I see the actions behind your words is when I’ll believe you.”

            “Then I hope to do right by you and your people.”

            “As do I.”

            Marinette and Alya chatted about arrangements for Alya’s people during the gala until Gimmi and Vana escorted Alya out. Marinette sighed and rubbed her eyes when Alix whistled. She furrowed her brow and opened her eyes. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head seeing the tall, curvy, and well-endowed woman she had only seen on her book covers. The woman’s features were enhanced by the cut, long strapless black and purple ombre dress with a deep V cut and splits up the sides of the skirt to her hips, black and purple ombre gloves, and long wavy black and purple hair that fell past her hips.

            Marinette’s jaw dropped. “You’re hot.”

            The woman blinked, then smiled. “I sure would hope so. My people aren’t known for their beauty for nothing.”

            “Your people? Wait, are you from Paradise?”

            “Guilty. I’m Princess Juleka, one of the Paradise heirs. The other being my dearest brother. You should be meeting him next.”

            “O-oh? Well, uh, I must say, you really are the picture of beauty. I mean, I’ve only seen people like you on my book covers. I-I mean, I’ve heard of the beauty of Paradise, but I… I need to stop talking.”

            Juleka giggled. “My, Princess, is this all it takes for you to get tongue-tied? I’d hate for you to see me in my natural habitat.”

            “Uh, what… what do you mean by that?”

            “Oh, I just take a little extra pride in our older customs. Try to keep them alive, you know? So, I tend to be out in the forest as we were intended to live, as Longg would put it. I know Longg adores me and how free I am.”

            “I’m afraid I’m not familiar with your older customs. We don’t usually see your people at the galas, or any other times, so I’m sadly not as educated as I would like to be. Uh, so could you tell me what these customs are?”

            Juleka smirked and sauntered up to Marinette. She leaned in close and tilted Marinette’s chip up so Marinette looked her in the eyes. Marinette gulped as her face flushed and her heart beat faster.

            “Perhaps I can give you a demonstration one night, Princess. We hold most of our rituals under the full moon’s light, but I can make an exception if you should desire. We could even bring in my drab of a brother if it’s what you desire. Get the full Paradise experience.”

            Marinette’s face turned bright red as she struggled for words. Alix grinned from ear to ear while Rose fumed. Rose charged in and shoved Juleka away from Marinette.

            “Hands off, cock sleeve!” Rose roared.

            Juleka snarled. “What did you call me, runt?”

            “You heard me. Immodest temptresses like you are only good for flashing everything to the world to drive men wild with their perverted thoughts. I bet you’re nothing more than a filthy, disease riddled donkey that was used as much as an old, rusted hoe in a farmer’s junk pile. I bet those inflated meat balloons and fat, flabby ass are all fake.”

            Juleka roared and lunged at Rose. Gimmi and Vana teleported Juleka away, but no one took Juleka’s place. Rose rushed to Marinette as Marinette stood. Rose trotted after Marinette as Marinette paced about.

            “That was a Paradise noble. Holy crap, can you believe it? She was so beautiful. She was scary when she got angry, but holy crap was she still hot. I had always heard the stories, but I never imagined they would be that beautiful.”

            Rose opened her mouth, but Marinette squealed and spun around.

            “What if she’s the one, Rose? You said to look for someone from my books, and she looks just like the ones on the covers. I need to see her again. I need-.”

            Light formed in front of Marinette. She yelped as she collided into it. She shut her eyes tight and froze as hands caught her shoulders. She expected Rose or Alix to intervene, but neither did.

            “Are you ok, your Majesty?” a low, melodic man’s voice asked.

            Marinette opened an eye, then another. Her eyes widened as she stared at a man’s bare, ripped chest. Her face turned bright red as she looked up at a man with a jagged, cut face and chin, brilliant red amber eyes just like Juleka’s, and shaggy, long black and teal hair that framed his face.

            “Are you alright?” the man asked again.

            Marinette blinked a few times before she shook herself. “Oh? Oh! Yes. I’m good. S-sorry. I, uh, didn’t see Gimmi or Vana teleport you in. Would you… would you happen to be Luka? You know, Juleka’s brother.”

            “Did she mention me? Good things I hope.”

            “Uh, I guess you could say that?”

            Alix wolf whistled. “Damn, boy! Look at you. Wondered what that hottie of a sister meant by drab, but hot damn.”

            “Oh, please. He’s not that hot,” Rose scoffed.

            Luka looked away sheepishly. “I’m not that hot. I’m just average.”

            “What? No way! I mean, look at you. You’re absolutely smoking! Your sister too. You both are absolutely breathtaking! And… and… and I think I’ll shut up now,” Marinette added as her blush deepened.

            “Thank you, your Majesty. Though if I’m honest, I pale in comparison to the vision of beauty like yourself.”

            Marinette’s eyes widened as they sparkled. Rose snorted and pulled Marinette away from Luka.

            “I think that is more than enough. This is meant to be an introduction, and you’ve already introduced yourself. Gimmi, Vana, get rid of him.”

            “But-!” Luka protested, but he was cut off when Gimmi and Vana teleported him away.

            Rose huffed and sat Marinette in her seat. Gimmi and Vana brought in the next round of nobility. Marinette zoned in and out between them as her mind was on Juleka and Luka. Her thoughts were broken a man that shared Adrien’s face dressed in dark blue with heart buttons on his shirt took a seat.

            “Oh, pardon me. I didn’t notice your approach,” Marinette covered.

            “I noticed. You must have had a good daydream to take you away. I would expect nothing less from those blessed by imagination.”

            “R-right. Anyway, you look a cut above the common nobility. Are you another of the prince heirs?”

            “Not exactly. I’m King Felix Fathom. I rule Barkk and Orikko’s kingdom.”

            Marinette grimaced. “I’ve heard your kingdom suffers from a great deal of violence and crime. Is this true?”

            “Sadly. You find my people, and myself, are very passionate. We resort to our emotions first and foremost rather than using logic and reasoning. I often find myself in court having to settle petty affairs in our most recent attempt to quell the unruly. At least, for those that make it to court.”

            “My. Is the unrest due to the lingering coup that was pulled on the late king?”

            “No. My people are happier with me in charge than my father, may he rot in the void. It’s just a matter of setting things right and restoring the order he shattered. Not that there was much to begin with, I suppose.”

            “How did you manage to find time to leave your kingdom for the event though?”

            “Uh, my mother has stepped up, though because she hopes I’ll find a queen to rule with. I think she’s a little too hopeful. I’ve… I’ve been a lost cause for some time now.”

            “Come now, anything is possible. I’m sure you-,” Marinette started.

            “With all due respect, kingling, you don’t need to love to make a partnership. If you’re really that desperate for a queen, just strike a deal. Or rather, if your mother is that desperate. At a glance, your desperation lies elsewhere,” Alix commented as she shot Felix a knowing look.

            “That’s-,” Felix started.

            “Gimmi, Vana, he needs to leave,” Rose called.

            “What!” Felix yelled but was teleported away.

            “What was that about?” Marinette demanded.

            “He doesn’t hide his sin well,” Alix commented.

            Marinette’s breath caught. “Sin? He’s cursed?”

            “Indeed, your Majesty,” Rose agreed.

            “Oh dear. I… I couldn’t tell.”

            “No need to worry, your Majesty. You’ll always have me to sniff out the sins. Your knight too, I suppose, but I’m the one that really matters,” Rose boasted.

            “Thank you, Rose. Alright, Gimmi, Vana, let’s speed this up, please.”

            The next sets of nobility went faster. Marinette continued to zone in and out until she met with another prince. He was a spindly man with bright red hair, sea green eyes, and wore a pink and white ensemble with black boots.

            “Hi, hello, your Highness. I’m Prince Nathaniel Kurtzberg, crown heir of Mullo and Daizzi’s kingdom. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

            “Likewise, Nathaniel. How are things in your kingdom?”

            “Huh? Oh, they’re fine, but not as fine as this. I’ve been excited to meet you, your Highness. You’re an inspiration.”

            “I am?”

            “Absolutely! You’re a muse that inspires many. A true beauty that truly stirs the mind.”

            Marinette grimaced.

            Alix snorted. “I wonder if the mind is the only thing it stirs.”

            Rose’s eyes widened. “Gimmi, Vana, next!”

            “What? But I didn’t-!” Nathaniel attempted but was teleported away.

            Marinette sighed as the next nobles were brought in. She clocked out and stopped listening to the nobles that came and went until a skulk of red and white foxes danced around her. Rose and Alix chased them around as one hopped onto the table. It stared at Marinette, smiled, and vanished with the rest of them. Rose and Alix exchanged glances as the next noble appeared. She carried on with the rest of the nobles when she let out a groan.

            “Are we done yet?”

            “I sure hope so. I was told I was the last one,” a familiar woman’s voice said.

            Marinette looked straight ahead and saw Kagami. She squealed and tackled Kagami, who kept them on their feet.

            “It’s been too long, Kagami! Look at you, so handsome in that princely get up. Never thought a dark turquoise would be your color, but you rock it.”

            Kagami smiled softly. “And look at you. You’ve become a fine young lady. Still have your nose stuck in a book?”

            “How could I not? There’s so much to learn. What about you? How’s your tutoring going?”

            “It’s been well, though I did pick up sword fighting in recent years. It’s a nice activity between the long study sessions and other mundane hobbies.”

            “Do you still draw?”

            “Here and there. At least when I remember to.”

            “Perhaps we can do some drawing and other arts while you’re here? I’ve always wanted to learn to draw. I’ve used manuals and other such materials to try and teach me, but they never came out quite like yours. It always felt, I dunno, lacking?”

            Kagami giggled. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

            Marinette furrowed her brow everything was bathed in a violet haze. She blinked and Kagami, Rose, and Alix all disappeared. She tensed up and looked around when she saw a tall, beautiful woman with long red hair, sparkling blue eyes, and dressed in misty purple gown.

            “What is the meaning of this?” Marinette demanded.

            The woman smiled and curtsied. “I wished to meet you, your Grace. I am Ondine, a fragment of an age long past.”

            “Are you… not a real person? Is this the work of one of the nobles? Tell me, who do you work for?”

            “I work for no one but myself.”

            “Then why have you dragged me to whatever this is?”

            “For a moment as I cannot meet you as I truly am in your reality. At least, not as equals. Here, we stand as one and the same. Equals in body and spirit… and blessing.”

            “Blessing? Who are you?”

            Ondine didn’t answer. The haze lifted as light filtered in. Marinette blinked against it as she saw Rose, Kagami, and Alix all looking down at her.

            “What’s going on?” Marinette asked.

            “We should be asking you that, Mari. You just passed out,” Kagami said.

            “I… I did?”

            “Oh, this isn’t good. Come, we need to get her back to her room. She needs to rest,” Rose urged.

            “I agree. Ser knight, will you see to this task?” Kagami asked Alix.

            “Hey! I’m more than capable of handling it myself,” Rose fussed.

            “Easy, ankle biter. Let me handle the heavy lifting and you can handle everything else. Sound good?”

            Rose grumbled. “Alright, fine.”

            “Thank you. Come, your Majesty. Let’s get you back to your chambers,” Alix said.

            “Right. Let’s go.”

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Milie, friendly tip. They are in a motel room in wrath. Mox is pushing as we speak.

Moxxie continues to push, his face contorting in agony as his body works to bring his child into the world. The pain is overwhelming, and he feels like he’s going to pass out at any moment. His breaths come in ragged gasps, his entire body shaking from the effort.

Moxxie: *Gasping between pushes, his voice weak* I can’t… it hurts…

Striker: *Leaning closer, his tone a low growl* You will keep going. You ain’t done until that kid’s out.

Moxxie: *Sobbing through the pain, he grips the sheets even tighter, pushing again as another contraction hits. He feels the baby starting to descend, the pressure unbearable.* Oh… Satan!… it’s… coming…"

Striker: *Nods, now crouching down, his eyes narrowing* Good. Don’t stop now. You’re almost there. *He reaches over to grab a towel from a nearby table, tossing it onto the bed.*

Moxxie: *His vision blurs as he pushes harder, tears streaming down his face. His body is exhausted, but he refuses to give up. With one final, agonizing push, he feels the baby finally start to move down.* It’s… it’s coming…

Striker: *His eyes widen slightly as he sees the baby crowning, but his expression remains cold and detached.* Alright, Mox. Looks like you’re almost done. Keep going.

Moxxie pushes one last time, his body screaming in pain as he finally delivers his child. The baby’s cry fills the room, a fragile, small sound that seems to echo off the motel’s dingy walls.

Moxxie: *Collapsing back against the headboard, utterly spent and shaking, his breath coming in shallow gasps. His eyes are glazed over with exhaustion, but he listens desperately for the baby’s cries.* Is he… is he okay?

Striker: *Grabbing the towel, he roughly wraps the newborn in it, wiping away the blood and fluids. He holds the baby up, examining him with a cold, calculating gaze. After a tense moment, he smirks.* Well, I’ll be damned. He’s alive." *He hands the baby back to Moxxie, almost carelessly.

Moxxie: *Tears of relief spill from his eyes as he cradles his newborn son in his arms. He looks down at the small, fragile figure in disbelief, his heart swelling with love and protection despite everything. He gently rocks the baby, who lets out soft whimpers, but otherwise seems healthy.* Thank you… thank you for holding on…you’re so strong like your Mama!

Striker: *Leaning back against the wall, he watches the emotional scene with a twisted smirk.* Well, ain’t this just a heartwarming moment? Too bad it won’t last.

Moxxie: *His heart races, the weight of Striker’s words sinking in. He tightens his hold on his son, staring at Striker with a newfound determination, even through his exhaustion.* Let us go Striker…please…we mean nothing to you.

Striker: *Laughs darkly, shaking his head* Oh, Moxxie, you think this is the end? It’s only just beginning. *He steps closer, looming over Moxxie and the newborn.* I’ve got plans for you. And that kid? Well, we’ll just see how long you can keep him safe from what’s comin' next.

Moxxie, still trembling from the ordeal, looks down at his son with tear-filled eyes, knowing that this nightmare is far from over. His heart pounds with fear, but he swears to himself that, no matter what, he will protect his child from whatever Striker has planned next.

Millie and Sallie Mae pull up to the rundown motel in the Wrath Ring, dust swirling around the tires of their truck as it screeches to a halt. Millie jumps out first, her heart racing, the fear gripping her chest like a vice.

Millie: This is the place! He’s gotta be in there!

Sallie Mae: Don’t worry, sis. We’ll get him and the baby back. I’ll kill that bastard if I have to.

They burst through the door of the motel room, weapons drawn, only to be met with an empty, eerily silent room. The bed is a mess, stained with blood and fluid, and the ropes that had bound Moxxie lie discarded on the floor. Millie’s eyes immediately dart to the bed, her heart dropping.

Millie: *Whispering in disbelief* No…

Sallie Mae: *Eyes scanning the room, frustration bubbling up* Damn it! We’re too late!

Millie moves further into the room, her heart pounding in her chest. The sheets are soaked, and there’s a faint scent of blood and sweat hanging in the air. Her hands tremble as she touches the bed, her mind racing with what must have happened here.

Millie: *Tears filling her eyes, her voice shaky* He was here. He was right here… and now he’s gone. Striker’s got him and the baby… again.

Sallie Mae: *Punches the wall in frustration* That son of a bitch! How the hell did he get away so fast?! *She looks to Millie, trying to keep calm for her sister’s sake, but the rage is evident.* We need a plan, Millie. They can’t have gotten far.

Millie: *Clenches her fists, trying to hold herself together* "I swear, when I find him… when I get my hands on Striker…" *Her voice cracks, her eyes burning with tears of anger and desperation* I’m bringing Moxxie home. I don’t care what it takes!

[lisalay00]

Secret Crush 2 -Billy Hargrove (re-uploaded)

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I was just getting more tortured.

Jason was a nice guy at first, at least when you decided to watch him from afar, everything looks pretty cool about him. Not just for a teenage girl and even a parent wants him, as a friend of his kid.

He was captain of the basketball team. It was hard to tell the negative sides of him if you are not going to the same school with him. He would -sometimes- be part of fights.  However, he was just playing the calming side parting the crowd and acting as an elder-brother-image around society.

That’s why I had a crush on him for not a pretty long time but around six months I had intensive intimacy. I wanted to see him every break. That was sneaking out of his basketball practices, sitting nearby of the Hawkins basketball team table in the cafeteria on and on.

Not too long I found myself in his overwhelm life of storm. I was his girlfriend but on one condition:

Not to tell anyone.

And from that day, I got my lesson, every high jump of someone else’s life awaits a painful fall apart. He was completely otherwise. His generous and helpful gaze had a hidden grumpiness and despised anyone for standing in front of him.

He would turn into a bully.

‘Don’t test my patience, again.’ He grits his teeth and pushed me to the lockers. I couldn’t help but averted my gaze from him, contritely.

His fingers were sliding through my hair stopped at the one spot, and grabbed wispy hair. I groaned in pain. He didn’t even hesitate to firm the pleasure more.  He leaned shell of my ear, I stuck between the locker and him when as he was giving his weight more on my body.

‘Rumors are rumors; I don’t want to create….’ He goes on, he dictated every word.

‘Rumors, bad ones, you know!’ I grumped in pain when his hands were getting tighter as if it was possible.

‘I’ll wait for you on the bench, please!’ I begged him as his hands loosened. He nodded, checking around before walking through the hallway as if had nothing happened. 

Tears were dropping as immediately as down my cheeks on the empty hallway. When I heard the footsteps that belonged to the small group, I frantically slid the tears aside.

It was not too crowded the day in the library. Thoughts interrupted me giving my attention to the papers in front of me. I was reading the seventh time on the same line.

And I noticed the man wearing a jean jacket, several desks away from me.

He averted his gaze immediately. He was irrelevant to this place, obviously, that got the attention. I would see him at school when I had to take El from school when she was grounded. Her sister Max and El are close friends. So, we already know each other, however, this has not gone beyond short greetings or glances.

He was probably waiting for someone.

I checked the stridently sounded clock, he would be coming in any minute. While I headed to gather my stuff, he walked to the exit.

 I noticed the metal glowing thing in the middle of the hallway. I rushed my steps to see it clearly, a lighter. I rushed to him before he was going out. I hesitated to call him out so I decided to tap his shoulder. When his blue orbs turned to me surprisingly, I got nervous. But I found myself smiling at him.

‘I guess, it’s yours.’

Hawkins's unbalanced weather had shown it off again. Today, was a pretty good day that was another afternoon; we were sitting on the hood of Billy’s car. The Sun had been placed above the sky, unlikely, the Balmy wind was making it unbearable hot weather more breathable. It’s been two weeks since the incident.  Everything seemed too normal as we considered Jason. He should have done something already however, nothing has happened yet. I sighed to 'the Hawkins' always thirsty girls' company reached Billy’s car. No one actually knew what was going on between us. Someone at school had seen us and already the rumors aired on the Hawkins corridors. I was sure we were looking like friends more than a couple. People (primarily girls) had no doubts about that because of Billy, especially since they never gave a possibility.

When I saw the red hair on my sight, I tapped Billy’s shoulder.

‘Ginger’s coming!’ I laughed lightly. He rolled his eyes as he noticed El beside her he raised his eyebrows with a fake realization.

‘Look who’s with her!’ He pointed the two were walking cheerfully. They’ve been like this since we decided to take them to school together. They were quite satisfied.

At least we had avoided Jason –for now-. Since then, Billy would come to get me from school and we came here together in his car. My dad was happy about this but I wasn’t sure after he heard Billy, so I decided not to say.

El grabbed her backpack’s handle timidly and stopped in front of us.  Then Max's arm placed her shoulders.

‘Can El come to sleep over with me tonight?’ She uttered without looking at Billy she already knew her answer.

One of my eyebrows arched and turned to Billy’s serious ‘NO’ face. I scratched my head. My dad was going to kill me if I told him but we were burdening her too much.

I can understand him for sure, she was just fourteen.  I got back the two curious orbs which sending me please glances I sighed. I could deal with Jim Hopper.

‘Okay, don’t forget to call me. You know Neil…’ They didn’t let me finish, Max jumped and hugged me. I could imagine Billy’s pissed-off face. He usually pisses off if Max wins the bet.

I finally escaped the flood of love, I stepped back.  Billy’s sharp blue orbs drifted into my skin. No lie, I flinched.

‘Please, don’t look at me like that!’ I put my hands up as if surrounding myself.  A vague smile formed the corner of his lips but he fixed himself quickly.  Hopped out of the hood and walked deathly slowly.

He wetted his lips, forming them redder. ‘Get in the car now!’ he ordered when they walked to the car without saying anything, my lips turned O shape on their obedience response.

‘They betrayed you; it’s the teenage girl thing.’ He patted my shoulder mockingly. I rolled my eyes.

‘Such a comforting friend you are, Billy’ I imitate his voice. The light in his eyes went out in a moment, but he stepped closer to me.

‘You owe me!’ My eyes widened. He smiled with whole teeth. I watched his squinted blue eyes for a moment.

‘What is the debt?’ He chuckled, his head leaned back. I smiled mockingly as he had quick-check the girls who chatting about something probably about us.

‘At Frankie, tonight?’ He twisted the key chain around his fingers as I shrugged my shoulders and before walked to his car.

‘I will think about that.’

We got in his car with our devilish smiles.

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[chaoticallyfragmentary]

Isagi Yoichi x reporter Reader

Don’t do this in reality people, you’ll get arrested. Includes reader attempting to follow Isagi into their locker room and them getting handsy-? kinda with each other. Don’t do this please. Consent is a wonderful thing that exists.

Doesn’t contain any mentions of kissing. Just kinda horny thoughts ig. All the characters mentioned are in their twenties. Timeskip bllk. 

“You really want an interview?” Isagi asks, brow raised. He’s seen you around for a couple of matches, wearing his number, cheering the loudest when he scored. He examines you closely, eager and overwhelmed with delight, clutching your notepad and pen to your chest. You nod vigorously, eyes all wide. The high after a match suits him well.

“Heh,” he steps closer, placing one hand on the wall by your head, looking like sin personified and you squeak. Isagi looks at you, an intake of breath, dilation of pupils and an unconscious wetting of lips. He observed the rest too, the determined posture, the challenge in your stare. “Ask away,” he smiles— smiles!! It is a nice smile, bearing a kind of infectious, carefree quality that crackles like cozy embers in the pit of your stomach. You mentally berate yourself… Focus! Now is not the time to be waxing poetic about his smile, lovely as it may be.

“Why do you think Kaiser was able to outwit you in the first half of the match?” A loaded pause followed.

Isagi’s grin was sly, shadowed in the dim lighting. “He might’ve outwitted me but I won the match. So,” his devilish grin only grew as he leans in to whisper against your ear, “It makes no difference, I will win again and again and again.” So close, he could feel your ragged breathing. He lets his teeth gently graze your throat, “Stop following us to the locker rooms princess. Next time I’ll call the cops on you.”

Your jaw opened and closed, hinging in an unbecoming manner. “That’s so mean” you huff, hoping it sounded annoyed, above his little game. He starts walking away and you feel a momentary surge of disappointment.

You scurry after him, “Itoshi Sae asked to play another match against the Blue Lock 11, is it true?”

He gave you a look over his shoulder, “you really don’t wanna be going further than that princess,” he sneered all sharp and impersonal, verging on deadly.

“Do you think he will manage to outplay his brother this time around?”

“Go home kid. We’re done.”

“I’m not a kid, ojii-chan” you snap.

He whips around, just as you collide into him and promptly squeak, again. Abs! your brain mentally chants.

“This is harassment,” he says, voice pitched low.

“I prefer calling it grit and determination” you retort, grip tightening on his shirt. He couldn’t help but snort, endeared by your constant babble, wanting to twist his fingers in your curls. Were they as soft as they looked?

“Just give me something, won’t you? I’ll be fired otherwise” you whine. “I—mmph!” you glare, indignant as he presses a strong hand against your mouth, pushing you against the wall. The smirk was necessary, absolutely essential in the moment, though it didn’t seem to help as you seethe, trying to lick and bite his palm. He takes your notepad with the other hand, scribbling something down on it.

“Oya oya?” Bachira walks by.

“What’s going on, Isagi?”

“Nothing” he shrugs, casual, unaffected.

Bachira looks at the both of you, you struggling like a rabid racoon and Isagi, once, twice before deciding sleep was more important. “Ego is waiting for us, finish it quickly” he warns and leaves.

His gaze rakes a blazing trail across your body as he shoves the notepad back into your hands, a broad smile on his face “Your tendencies towards violence are a tad alarming princess.”

You suck in a huge breath, eyes narrowed as he steps back.

“You,”

“Me?”

“UGH!” you stomp and walk away without looking back as Isagi’s laughter brushes up against you, your skin still tingling from where he touched you.

It is only later, much later after your annoyance has calmed down that you realize, you walked home with his number and a note that said, ”Let me take you out on a date, princess.”

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Children of the Dark: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~3.1k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: So sorry I keep forgetting to post. I’ve been so busy at work, I try to keep up with the schedule I’ve outlined. I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

You don't know how long it'll take for Ervin to come into work, but you left your number with the manager so you can explore other options. The foster home has to be the breakthrough. You know foster care better than anyone because your parents were foster parents. They had so many small children in and out of the home. The kid who stayed the longest was a young boy, but he left at the age of twelve. You were the only older one in the house as every other kid was under the age of twelve.

If you can talk to the other kids, then you can try and connect with them. Maybe even the foster mom since you know how your mom worked. The foster mom, Kim, was shocked to hear that one of her former kids was on a rampage. The second you stepped foot into the house, you recognized the atmosphere and associated the energy with your past.

The past and present blur together until you're standing in the middle of your childhood home with your mother and father instead of Kim in front of you.

Your mom and dad brought home yet another child. This one is a little bit older than the ones they take in, but there is something off about him. He's... too scared. Why is he scared? Your mom and dad are nothing but loving parents. Living in a home with a bunch of different kids that come from all over is enough to overwhelm you.

You're sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast while your parents make the lunches for all the kids today. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the newest recruit, Jacob, sneak into the kitchen. Your dad has a strict rule about kids being inside the kitchen while they're prepping, but Jacob didn't get the memo.

You look at him and widen your eyes slightly, shaking your head as if to tell him not to do it. Your dad can be a scary person if needed to be, and you'd hate to see Jacob get hurt. Jacob doesn't listen to you and tries to sneak some food because he didn't get to eat this morning. Your dad turns around and catches the small child, and you sigh deeply.

"Jacob! What did I say earlier? You're not allowed to be in here when your mother and I are in here."

"But I'm hungry," he says with wide eyes.

"You missed out on breakfast. Next time, you need to get down here earlier. Now, go get ready for school."

Jacob runs away with hints of tears in his eyes. You take two hard boiled eggs from your plate and pocket them with the intention you're going to give them to him later.

"Sweetheart, are you done eating?" your dad asks you.

"Yeah."

"Okay, lovebug, go get ready for school. I'll drive you myself."

He leans over and kisses you multiple times on your head, and you giggle as you push him away.

There is a lock on the fridge when Kim leads you inside to talk privately. The key to the fridge is around her neck. This isn't a foster mom. She's what you like to call a greedy person. The people that foster kids just for the money.

"My god. Ervin? Well, I mean, he had behavior problems. They all do, nothing we couldn't handle," Kim says.

"He hasn't been acting alone, Mrs. Manwaring. He's got a partner. Perhaps someone else who grew up in your care."

A young boy, probably junior high age, comes into the kitchen and tries to use the fridge.

"Tyler, the adults are talking here."

For a split second, Tyler is Jacob and Kim is your dad.

"I just want some milk. Can you open the fridge?"

"You know the rules." Tyler doesn't say anything else and leaves the kitchen, but you know exactly what he is feeling. "They'll eat you out of house and home if you let them."

"It's just milk," you say before you can stop yourself. "It costs less than five bucks. Are you really not going to let him have a glass of milk?"

"Is there anyone Ervin was especially close to?" Hotch asks, giving you a hard look. "Someone he would have looked up to? Somebody who protected him?

"Gary. We tried with him, but... he tested us."

"Have you kept in touch with him?"

"Oh, god, no. Gary left the day he turned eighteen and never looked back. Ervin was a mess when he got here. He got separated from a younger sister."

"Where did she go?" you ask.

"Nobody told me. Siblings get separated all the time, but they find new ones here. Like how Ervin found Gary."

"What was the name of his sister, the one he was separated from?"

"Oh, let me think. He used to call her name out in the middle of the night and wake the whole house up. Rosie, I think."

"Lucy?" you ask.

"Yes! Lucy. That was it."

"Carrie said he called her Lucy," you whisper to Hotch.

Hotch's phone rings, and he answers it quicker than he hangs up.

"Ervin returned the call. He's on his way to work."

Your team files out of the house, but you're the last one to leave. You turn and look back, locking eyes with Kim. She quickly looks away and fingers the key necklace she has on. You look to the stairs and see Tyler sitting on it with an unreadable expression. However, his aura tells you everything you need to know.

Without another word, you leave the house.

Ervin was caught the second you showed up and was taken back to the police station. He's only been here for an hour, but he isn't giving anything up. Derek took his second chance at Ervin, but he's not speaking to him.

"Let me try something," you say and get up from your seat.

You walk into the room, and Ervin looks at you once just to see who it is before looking back down at the table.

"Ervin, I want to tell you a little bit about myself, okay? My name is Y/N, and I was raised in a foster home growing up." A slight lie since you were the biological child, but he doesn't need to know this. "My dad wasn't very nice sometimes, and I know that you've suffered in the past. It doesn't have to be like this anymore."

Ervin is close to breaking, you can feel it, but he won't talk to you.

"I know you're scared, Ervin, but you don't have to hide anymore."

When he doesn't look at you, you know you won't get to him. With a sigh, you get up and leave the room.

"Do you want another crack at him?" Derek asks Hotch.

"No. We can't keep going around like this."

"So, let him stew. Wear him down," Nellis suggests.

"We don't have time," you say. "We need him to find Gary."

"Kids who grew up like he did, they're incapable of forming attachments. It's not like we're gonna earn his trust. Their whole MO was predicated on the union of their two personalities, and with Ervin out of the picture, there's no telling what Gary could do."

"He won't talk to us, but I know who can get him to talk. I know it's a long shot, but she's the only person who can do this. We need to bring in Carrie."

Since Carrie was hanging at the police station after the hospital discharged her, Emily went to get her. You don't like this, but this is the only way. Ervin let her live, and there is a reason why. If anyone can get him to talk, it's going to be her.

"Right this way. Remember, he'll be in handcuffs and leg irons. There'll be nothing to worry about," Hotch assures the young girl when she comes in.

"I will be in there with you," Emily offers.

"Okay."

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to, Carrie," you say and lean back on the table.

"I do, though."

"Remember, we're interested in Gary--his whereabouts or his next move. I will keep him on point about that, Carrie. Just try your best to keep him engaged."

Emily escorts Carrie into the room where Ervin is. As soon as he sees her, he straightens up and a smile forms on his face.

"Hey. You're here. Did you, uh, did you get the flowers that I sent?"

"Yeah... pretty."

"They were to say that, uh... that I'm sorry."

"Flowers aren't enough, Ervin. We need Gary," Emily says.

"No! They're gonna send you away now. Don't you see? That's what they do with all the strays. They send them away. That's why I make them go to sleep, so that they don't have to suffer," Ervin whimpers.

"Ervin, more people are going to suffer if we can't find Gary."

"So, when you killed my brother, you were doing him a favor?" Carrie asks, and you know this is going to take a turn immediately.

"It's true."

"What about me?"

"Let's just address one thing at a time," Emily says, but both people ignore her.

"I just wanted to see you again. You look so much like Lucy, I just... I couldn't... I... I know... I know it's selfish, but..."

"Selfish? It's insane!"

"Okay, Carrie, let's take a break," Emily says, but she isn't done.

"What happened to you that was so bad?"

"She used to make it go dark. I mean, that's what we used to call it. She would put me in the bath to pray. Then she'd hold my head down under the water. Sometimes I could stay awake... for like a minute... and sometimes a little more. Then it would all go dark."

"They've still got kids in that house," you say with a heartbroken look. "She's not a good mom. They're all going to suffer."

"Another kid, another welfare check," Nellis sighs.

"Let's call CPS. See if you can get them out of there," Hotch says to Derek who is happy to try.

"What is she doing?" JJ asks, causing you to look back at the three people.

Carrie has her hand on Ervin's as if she sympathizes with him. This girl can act because her actions and her feelings are completely different.

"They can't hurt you anymore, Ervin."

"I wanted to stop, but Gary, he... he went through it way, way worse when we were kids, and he... he never got the chance to fight back."

"So, he fought those other families," Emily sighs.

"Only because I wouldn't go back."

"Did he say back?" you ask.

"Back? Gary's going to your foster home, isn't he?"

The look on Ervin's face is enough of an answer.

"Get him out of there."

The officers rush into the room and grab Ervin to remove him. Only until he is gone does Carrie break down crying, looking at Emily for comfort. Carrie is going to be okay as long as Emily is with her. You need to go back to Kim's house to make sure that she doesn't suffer at the hands of Gary... no matter how much she may or may not deserve it.

Kim is shocked when everyone shows up at her doorstep, but this is for her protection. She rushes out of the house with an angry look on her face.

"What is all this?"

"We have reason to believe that Gary may be on his way here to hurt you."

"Me? I don't understand!" she gasps.

"These murder are rehearsals of what he wants to do to you because of what you did to him in this house," you glare.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Ma'am, there is no reason to lie to us. The fact is, you and your husband are in danger."

"I... I have to pick up the children at school."

"We'll send someone to pick them up. The only way we can protect you is if you go back inside."

She looks from you to Hotch to Spencer, and he just raises his eyebrows at her as if he's telling her to fucking try him. She huffs out and heads back inside, but the job isn't over yet. Because she is still standing, that means Gary isn't here. He's had plenty of time to come here and hurt her... so where is he?

Emily and Derek go to grab the kids, but as soon as they get to the school, the kids are missing. Turns out that Gary picked them up, and he could be anywhere with them. Luck must be on your side since there were multiple witnesses that saw the make and model of his car, and it wasn't long until you got a location of that car.

Hotch left to join Derek and Emily while you, Spencer, and JJ left to tail Gary wherever he may be going. Denver PD put a twenty-radius block, so Gary couldn't have gone that far. Once you got sight of the car, you followed him all the way to a donut shop. By the time you got there, everyone was inside the place.

You take out your phone and call Hotch who answers on the second ring.

"We got him. He's at a donut shop two miles from the school."

"Does he have the kids?"

You use your binoculars to see inside, but frown when you only see Tyler with him and not the small girl that was supposed to be with him.

"We got a visual of Gary and the boy, but I don't see the girl."

Someone knocks on your window, and you jump in shock before seeing the young girl you know was with Tyler.

"Are you the police?"

"Yeah."

"He told me to give this to you."

She hands you a note, and you take it before opening it.

"We might have a problem, Hotch."

If you come in, I'll kill him.

That's the note that Gary had the little girl bring out to you since he's still inside with Tyler. Everyone from your team to SWAT to law enforcement are outside the diner. If Gary thinks that the police are closing in on him, he might kill Tyler, and you can't have that.

"Guys, guys, fall back, I don't want them feeling boxed in," Hotch says.

"I got sharpshooters lining up."

"Tell them to keep their safeties on. I want to talk to him first."

"Hotch? I got the clerk," JJ says and hands over the phone to him.

"That guy sitting at the table with the little boy, I'd like to speak to him, please."

"Who's this?" Gary says on the other line.

"I'm the only thing standing between you and a bullet."

"Bring it. I always wanted to die in a donut shop."

"And never see Ervin again? He told us what the Manwarings did to you in that house."

"I don't care what he told you, it's history.

"They're the objects of your anger, Gary, not that little boy in there."

"It's too late for the boy, regardless."

"No, it's not. It's not, Gary, and deep down, I think you know that he still has a chance. He doesn't have to be you."

"Maybe. Maybe not. So let's say we leave it up to him."

Gary hangs up the phone, and you sigh deeply. It's either Tyler is going to kill someone, Gary will, or they'll both die. A few seconds later, Tyler comes out of the diner without Gary. Derek immediately rushes in and takes him away, letting Emily bring him to a safe space. A few more seconds later, Gary walks out and all hell breaks loose.

"Gary, put your hands up where I can see them. Don't move!" Derek yells at him, pointing his gun at him.

"Get down on your knees. Interlace your fingers behind your head," an officer says, and Gary does as he's told. Something isn't right here. Something is wrong, but you don't know what it is. "Give me this hand. Give me this hand. Get on your feet."

Once handcuffed, the officer takes away Gary.

"Something isn't right," you mutter, but Spencer hears.

"What?"

"I don't know. I just feel it."

CPS won't let the children go anywhere else until a full investigation is done, so Emily and Derek have no choice but to take the children back to Kim. It sucks, but that's the law. There is no reason for everyone to go to the house, so only the duo takes the kids home. Hotch and JJ head back to the police station to finish up paperwork. You and Spencer stay at the diner to make sure everything is okay with the store clerk.

You enter the diner and take a seat, looking out the window in thought. Gary gave up too easily. Hotch is good, but he's not that good.

"Everything okay?" Spencer asks, taking a seat next to you and setting a small plate with a sprinkled donut in front of you.

"Gary gave up too easily. The profile doesn't support this behavior. He would have come up with a plan to kill Kim... even if he wasn't the one to do it."

"I didn't know anything was up until he, uh, came and got the phone. That's when I saw the piece. Then I handed him the phone," the clerk says.

"Piece? Did he say piece?" you ask Spencer.

"Excuse me, did you say piece?"

"Uh, yeah, revolver of some sort. He had it stuck in his pants."

"Did you clear a gun?" Spencer asks the officer talking to the clerk.

"No."

"Spencer, Tyler has the gun. No one thought to check the backpacks of the kids."

Spencer whips out his phone and dials Hotch, getting him on the second ring.

"Hotch, the clerk said Gary had a gun, but we didn't recover anything here. ... I guess it's probably here somewhere. A gun doesn't just walk away. Y/N's theory is that he gave Tyler the gun."

You should have gone with Emily and Derek because it turns out that Gary did give his gun to Tyler knowing that he was going to return home to Kim. She wasn't hurt, but Tyler did use the gun to shoot a few of the family pictures on the walls. He scared her so bad that you hope she learns her lesson and becomes a better mom to these kids. Derek was able to talk Tyler into giving up the gun, promising to take him out of there.

Being involved in cases that have children is always a tough one for you because now, they all remind you of Hannah. She deserved more than what she was given, just like the kids in this case. You don't want to go home until they are all out of a toxic home, but there is nothing you can do.

When you arrive back in Virginia, Spencer drives you back to your hotel. You really don't want to live here anymore, but what are you going to do? Spencer sees your hesitation to get out, and the idea that has been inside his head for the past week finally sees enough light.

"Hey, you know I have no problem with you staying with me."

"It could be months or even longer until it's back up."

"You already have your clothes and a toothbrush there. The only thing missing... is you."

"Is this your way of asking me to move in with you?" you ask with a smile.

"Would you say yes?"

"I'd say nothing would make me happier."

You lean in and kiss him, wondering how you ever got so lucky to have him in your life.

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[fitgothgirl]

⬆️ Lovely sunset walk the other day, and the venue of a wedding I went to this past weekend

⬆️ My outfit for said wedding, and more pretty walk views. Not my favorite pic of me but didn’t get a better full body one and I loved my shoes 🥰🕸️🖤 (purchased them a while ago, hadn’t had a chance to wear them yet). The dress and belt were also new!

Hiiieeee I’m still alive. Been enjoying some time away from social media again. Most times I get the compulsion to click on tumblr or Reddit or something, I just click Solitaire or Wordscapes instead. And times when I have clicked on social media have been fairly short sessions before I remember why I stay away.

Of course I do always miss tumblr peeps... 🖤 That’s always the biggest downside of these breaks.

Went to the gym the day before yesterday for yet another “kicking out the cobwebs” session. Last workout was 4/2, and before that my last one was 3/22, etc... Bit of a pattern haha. But I’m already planning to get back today! I don’t want to keep doing this once-every-1-to-3-weeks thing. It’s better than nothing of course but I want to be doing at least twice a week... Ideally 3 times a week, but I’ll take fewer days first while just getting some friggin consistency down.

Therapy is going well, I wish I could see her more than every other week but it’s okay as it is for now. I’m still trying to get my official ADHD diagnosis and am in the process of switching psychiatrists at the service I use. But in the meantime my therapist sent me a couple links to sites for ADHD assessment that she’s pretty sure the psychiatrist will refer me to anyway (therapist and psychiatrist are from the same telehealth service). I tried one and it let me know it’d be a 60-90 minute process that I’d do on my own and then someone would reach out to me to schedule an appointment for me to talk to a doctor. The very first thing of this assessment was a page that just said “In your own words, please tell us more about why you are here, and your long term goals” and it had a blank area for me to type with no character limit... I was like ohhhohohooo wow... Where to begin... They’re going to get an essay from me. But it also just triggered some major overwhelm-shutdown too. The irony of it is great. I’ll need to get in the zone to tackle this, but it did warn me it’d be up to 90 minutes; we’ll see if I even stay within that lol.

Otherwise with therapy, I’ve been good about doing my “homework.” I keep a little post-it on my desk’s hutch near my monitor so I see a bullet point list of the key things for me to remember until the next appointment. Those are my priorities and anything else is just bonus. Some things don’t get done but that’s to be expected - she says if I always did 100% in everything then she’d ask if I was really being honest lmao. But no self-deprecation or guilt allowed!

Weather has been beautiful and I’ve been spending time outside, either in the backyard or going for walks. One thing my therapist brought up with me when I was talking about wanting to get 10,000 steps a day since it’s so good for so many things, was that it’s a little unrealistic to expect myself to suddenly do something every single day when I’m hardly ever doing it to begin with. My Fitbit makes me want to hit daily goals but what other habit changes would I expect to suddenly do daily? Most of the time we try to do new things once or twice a week or whatever. Kind of was like an aha moment for me and helped lessen the guilt of how much I struggle to get that done. So now my daily step goal is 5,000, which is still a little more than I’d get just sitting around all day, so that’s a good goal. And for 10,000 steps, for now I’m aiming to hit that once a week. I’ve dedicated Tuesdays for that. And if I get it more days than that, then great! And I’ve actually gotten 10,000 steps on 5 out of the last 10 days... 😳 Plus another day of 9,000. Funny how that works lol.

We had a slender salamander in our backyard 😭 Look at him legs do steppies!!!! 🥺🥺 Also peep my bf helping take off the thing stuck to him lol. We’re in a moderately dense suburb-ish area so we don’t get much besides some birds and the usual stuff. Wonder where he came from and where he went…

I could probably keep going, but I’ll end this essay here for now lol.

[starjxsung]

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okay but tumblr sometimes being a hellsite is honestly so real and i totally get that, hence why i also took a break throughout the semester and honestly it’s so nice to be back especially with all the thrill of the new comeback and the tour since it just reminds me of how much i love being a stay

i’m okay and safe at the moment, she lives a whole timezone away from me thank god. i honestly don’t think she would’ve handled it well if we lived near each other, and it’s so funny now because we used to constantly wish we lived a drive away from each other instead of a whole flight away. now i’m just thankful for the distance and my space. my parents, despite all the issues i’ve had with them in the past, have been nothing but supportive through all of this and were honestly so ready to call the cops on her and they did nawt give a shit about what would happen to her as a foreigner where i live. i feel like in a weird way, this experience has brought me closer to my parents. (also ps my mom had been learning sign language while i was away this semester and when i came back home she was so so good at signing and i’m so proud i could cry 🥹). anyways, i was by no means a perfect partner and im very well aware of that, but im also aware of the fact that nothing i could’ve ever done should’ve warranted this type of treatment and it’s something that im teaching myself now. at the moment i think i just wanna spend some time by myself and take love out of the list of priorities on what i want in my life. im learning to be okay with just me myself and i and its a little weird if im being honest but im okay and safe and that’s all that matters.

also, regarding the person you knew who died at the hands of her abuser, i’m so sorry for your loss and i hope she’s able to enjoy a peaceful afterlife. i also knew several people who’d either died or suffered irreversible damage to their bodies as a consequence of being in a violent relationship, and they were the reason why i ultimately ended the relationship as soon as she was far enough from me. i tried to stay with her another month, but i was anxious literally every single second of every day, i had literal nightmares of what my life would look like a year or two down the road if i stayed because the reality is that she felt bold enough to put her hands on me in MY country, in MY home, literally on MY turf. i couldn’t even begin to imagine what she’d feel comfortable doing once we returned to the dorms next semester. especially since we’d set up to live just the two of us in one dorm that was like a little apartment on campus, no other roommate to be a witness or intervene and it just scared me to my very core. i knew i couldn’t trust her anymore and i didn’t want to be another story in the headlines. i didnt want to be another voice amongst the other victims and so i took the opportunity i was privileged to have and used the physical distance to my advantage to end things.

thank you so much for your words, star, you’re truly the kindest person and ilysm and wish you nothing but the absolute best for you now and forever. i’m really really happy to have you as a friend. i’ll download discord again but i’m not sure if i’ll be a participant of the group chat, at least not frequently since group chats can be very overwhelming for me sometimes.

anyway, how are you feeling about writing again? better? also how did you come up with the story like what was the process of building the plot?

Tumblr my opp…. 🙂‍↕️🫶 I love this website so much but I have so much love for writing I simultaneously HAVE to take breaks from here to maintain my passion otherwise I feel too burnt out. But we’re in that “just posted and in love with interacting with all of u again” stage so I’m content and just overwhelmingly in love with all of u. It physically hurts to love everybody on this site so much oof ouch !❣️

So so glad to hear you are safe and far away from her. Isn’t it funny how we can be with somebody for so long and just wish there was less distance? And then it gets to the point where you feel as though the distance isn’t enough? I can’t travel through the city my ex boyfriend lives in anymore. It used to be a short one hour drive, and I still know all the restaurants he frequents, the street his childhood home is on, literally everything. I don’t know what he’s up to these days, but I find myself hoping he’s in another state or something because the proximity feels suffocating sometimes. You really come to value your space, and being alone and just being with your family and not having to make time for somebody else. Which can be a beautiful thing ! I second you on crossing love off your priorities right now. I’ve felt that way for a longgg long time now. And every time I wrap myself up in some situationship again, it goes awry and I know it’s also because I distance myself out of fear for repeating what my ex did to me. In many ways I’ve become a lot like him in the process of healing, scared of real commitment and vulnerable with my romantic emotions to the first person who’s able to wrap me around their finger. But I have no real end goal in any of my relationships any more- whatever happens, happens, and if I die alone then that’s cool too :)

thank you for your kind words 🫶 it was a trip to hear about. I have nightmares about her ALL the time and I can’t imagine what she went through. I left flowers at her house for a few weeks following her passing, and I truly hope she’s in a much safer place wherever she is now. I’m sorry to hear you know of people who’ve suffered it, too. This lifetime never fails to shock me with the things I hear about :( I’m grateful you were able to walk away from it when you did, and I hope you never have to go through something like that ever again. I hope love finds you safely and wholly when it comes back around, and I’ll be rooting for your happiness all the while❣️ to think somebody would even consider doing that just disgusts me on another level.

Writing has been so much fun again ! I still write all the time even when I take breaks from here. Crazy to think I’m coming around to my one year anniversary of being on this site. There’s truly no method to my madness, it’s just pure stream of consciousness (and I tend to sleep off any bouts of writing block LOL) but I have so much stuff unpublished right now hopefully I’ll get around to finishing soon and posting for you all. When I took some time away from my hometown I actually got incredibly sick so I was in bed for all hours of the day and the only thing I could do was either write or play Tetris. which I think forced me to get back into the swing of things again. Grateful all the same and I think it was a push for me to realize I need to get out into the world more !

Sending you all my love as always- you know where to find me if things get hard and I wish you nothing but the best on your path to healing. It’s not a linear process by any means, but I have no doubt you’ll get there. In the meanwhile, remember that love is all around you already, even if not romantically ! 👼🙂‍↕️💝❣️🩷💖💘💓✨⭐️

[injuredcyclist]

Someone said something to me today that I keep thinking about.  Not just what they said, but my internal reaction to it.

A manager at my job, a person that I had pretty much never spoken to for more than a year, that I only started speaking to a week ago because they were part of the team of people that interviewed me for a manager job, reached out to me this afternoon.  She had seen something I put in general Teams chat about taking an early lunch to bring my wife orange juice at her office because she wasn’t feeling well.  This manager, who I don’t report to, reached out just to make sure I was ok.

I wasn’t then, and I”m really not now.  I’ve been grinding out hours and work at my job, working 55+ hours since late January.  My mother-in-law, who lives with my wife and I, has dementia and is otherwise not in great health.  My wife tested positive for Covid and that’s dangerous because she has a clotting disorder and this could kill her (we are all as vaxxed as possible).  I’m really tired, but I’ve just kept going because my team needs me and my clients do too.  

But this person said she had heard stuff about me.  She had heard about what I was like, what kind of hours I was working, and my demeanor around the office.  She had heard about how my team talks about me and how I try to help them.  The interview I had was with her as a part of a group of four managers, panel-style.  She said I sounded like a good person and that I was someone she wanted to get to know, and I can’t even type that without starting to cry.

But the thing that I really keep circling back to is that my first thought, a thought that keeps coming to the surface, is, ‘no, I’m nothing special, I’m just a guy that does the thing, I just grind out work and do my thing, and I’m not worth your time, so its ok if you don’t bother I’ll just keep trying to make sure everyone is ok, and why would you even bother I’m not that interesting, just motorcycles and stupid jokes.’  And that basic thought just on repeat with different justifications for how they shouldn’t bother and I’m nothing special.

But when they called me out of nowhere when I was just trying to get a couple more things done so I could call a new member of team that had questions for me, the guy that has been there almost five years.  And I couldn’t even really start to articulate how overwhelmed I felt and how tired I was and how no matter how much I work it just feels like relentless waves pounding the shore, but I can’t stop because the clients need stuff and my team is counting on me.  I kept starting to talk and then stopping, flustered, and she stayed on the call and was there while I tried to put everything together mentally and emotionally so I could actually communicate what I was thinking and feeling.  And when I could finally get it out and explain things she was patient and kind and didn’t make me feel weak or foolish or worried she’d think less of me and I didn’t feel worried this person I’ve barely talked to and don’t really know would betray any confidence I shared.

It made me feel like all the effort was worth something, and someone was noticing and cared, and wanted to make sure I was ok.  

Its been a really long few months.