#the baby noise in hooked is god awful though that i will say for sure i hate

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Chapter Three: Not To Be Outdone, PIPER Has a Bad Week

Hihihihi!!!! :D I'm here with chapter three and it is time for Best Girl Piper!!! *(airhorn noises)* Please please please forever and always keep in mind that I absolutely LOVE my girl, thank you <3

She took a deep breath and gave Will a pleasant smile. “So, who do you think my godly parent is? Athena would be cool.” Will considered her for a moment. “Well, most Athena kids are blonde or have gray eyes. Not all of them, of course, but most. What are you good at? A lot of times we can wager a pretty good guess based on that.” “Uh,” Piper wracked her brain. What was she good at? She was good at convincing people to do what she wanted, she had a pretty mean right hook when the situation called for it, and her grandpa always said she was the best singer their family had seen in a hundred years, but none of those seemed right. “I’m a pretty decent pick-pocket.” “Normally, I’d suggest Hermes, then. God of thieves and all.” He cocked an eyebrow at her. “You’re sure your godly parent is your mom? Gods don’t exactly follow the rules when it comes to baby making. I’ve got a sibling with a mortal dad. Most of the Athena kids have mortal moms.” “I’m sure,” Piper said, thinking of all the times her dad had gone misty-eyed and told her about his time with her mom. 

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Piper was officially having the worst week of her life. If anyone bothered to ask, she’d freely agree that the last day had been the worst of it – what with her best friend deciding to all but replace her with some new guy he insisted was her boyfriend, finding out that monsters were real and then almost dying – but it was really just the cherry on top of everything else. In all honesty, the whole Monsters and gods are real! Good luck! thing hadn’t been all that difficult to believe. Not after the dreams she’d had that week. Dreams where a cruel voice whispered awful things in her ear. Soon they will find you, demigod, the voice had said. When they do, follow our directions and maybe your father will live. She’d seen things that seemed impossible, even in the realm of dreams: Leo plummeting through the air while wreathed in brilliant orange flames, living snowstorms and Cyclopes and a terrifying giant with a nasty grin. Startlingly blue eyes and a wickedly sharp golden sword that both flashed with lightning while the voice crooned, The worst is yet to come, Piper McLean. You will betray them or face the consequences.

At first she’d dismissed them as nightmares. What else could they be, really? She was just stressed about her upcoming Spanish exam and her dad had been too busy to talk to her the past couple of times she’d called. It didn’t mean anything was wrong with him, but it certainly made a fantastic little cesspool of anxiety in Piper’s brain. It had been messing up her sleep to the point where Leo, who was the king of ignoring problems until they just disappeared, actually sat her down and asked what was wrong. She’d told him about the test and her lack of sleep and he’d just nodded sympathetically. That afternoon, she found three cans of her favorite energy drink, a bag of marshmallows and a stack of meticulously crafted Spanish flashcards hidden under her pillow. That had made it a little easier to pretend that everything was just fine. 

Now, she couldn’t ignore her dreams. Now she knew that there was a whole magical world she hadn’t known about hidden right under her nose. Will had even shown her and Leo a tricked-out cave where a teenage girl who was apparently an oracle – the Oracle – lived. Who’s to say she wasn’t having her own visions? Katoptris suddenly felt heavier at her side. She’d managed to avoid screaming in the armory, but the vision that she’d seen in the blade – of that horrible face carved into granite and her dad beaten and chained to a pole next to a sickly purple bonfire – still terrified her. She needed to call her dad.

She had to wait for that, though. She wanted to wait until she was alone with Will to bring up trying to call him. Leo was already going through enough right now, she didn’t want to add worrying about Piper and her dad to his plate. He’d looked so sad and confused and hurt when he’d finally figured out that his memories of Jason were fake, and she’d been helpless to do anything but sit there and watch.

She grit her teeth. Jason was another problem. She didn’t normally dislike people on principle, but everything about Jason rubbed her the wrong way. He was almost too perfect, like he’d been given the blueprints on how to be a homegrown, boy-next-door, All-American kind of guy and he followed them to a tee. It made her skin crawl. It wasn’t that he was fake, exactly. Piper knew fake like the back of her hand, it was more like he was wearing a mask, but there wasn’t anything behind the mask, which was much, much worse in her book. She didn’t know anything about Jason and she wasn’t sure that there even was anything to know. All she knew was that she couldn’t trust him. Wouldn’t trust him. Not when he’d already managed to hurt Leo so easily. Would he hurt them again? She wasn’t exactly eager to find out. 

“And here’s Cabin Nine!” Will announced, yanking Piper back to reality. 

Somehow, she’d been so caught up in her own thoughts that they’d managed to walk into the cabin area without her noticing. It was the strangest assortment of buildings she’d ever seen. There were twelve of them in a big U shape, with some more being constructed down at the bottom to connect the loop. There were two matching ones across from each other made out of solid silver and gold that glowed so bright they were hard to look at. Another was a short, squat little thing that was mostly blue and looked like it had been dropped there after a decade or two on the beach. One was a polished gray stone with a gleaming bronze owl above the door, and another had a roof of living grass. The one in front of her looked like a bank vault and a steam engine locomotive had a baby and decided to turn that baby into the most Leo-friendly building imaginable. Based on the way he was practically vibrating at her side, they succeeded.

Surprisingly, it was pretty much deserted inside, but Will seemed to have expected this. He cupped his hand to his mouth and shouted, “Hey, Jake! You in here?”

“Yeah, over here.”

The three of them whirled around to where the voice had come from, only to see an empty bunk. Then, the air kind of shimmered, and a boy appeared, like he had just drawn a curtain. Piper couldn’t help but wince at the sight of him. He was covered in bandages from head to toe; he could still move, but it was obvious from his wincing that the effort pained him. The worst part was the look in his eyes, though. He seemed so hollow and defeated and just plain sad. 

Will took it in stride. He smiled down at Jake and started checking over him with practiced ease. “How are you holding up? Feeling any better?”

“Could be worse,” Jake shrugged. He looked Piper and Leo over. “These are the new campers? Are they both Hephaestus kids?”

“No, just the smaller, maniacal-looking one,” Piper corrected.

Leo scowled at her. “It’s two inches, you–”

Jake laughed, which startled them all. “Are they always like this?”

“Near as I can tell, yeah,” Will said with a groan. “This is Piper and the ‘smaller, maniacal-looking one’ is Leo. He’s going to need a bed.”

Jake nodded then cocked an eyebrow at Leo. “You believe in ghosts?”

“Uh, the literal kind or the metaphorical kind? And is ‘no’ the right answer?”

Jake seemed to consider that for a moment. Then he shrugged. “Good enough for me. Bring out bunk 1-A, please.”

“Beckendorf’s bed?” Will asked, visibly startled. “Are you sure?”

Jake’s face hardened, and he nodded grimly. “I’m sick of that thing being empty. It’s a ghost all on its own.”

As they spoke, a bed rose out of the floor. Piper could tell that it had just about everything a person could possibly want: a fridge, a stereo, a flat-screen TV, and a fairly modern gaming system Piper didn’t recognize. Leo whooped his delight and bounded over to inspect his new accommodations, and Piper wanted to join him, but instead she frowned and turned to the other two boys. “Who’s Beckendorf?”

“Charles Beckendorf. He was the head camper of Hephaestus Cabin before Jake,” Will explained. He paused and added, “He… died recently.”

That got Leo’s attention and he looked a lot less excited. “Um, should I… get off?”

Jake shook his head. “Nah, man. That bed being empty is just making everybody miserable. Someone’s gotta fill it before we all go crazy. Everyone’s already convinced we’re cursed.”

“You’re the second person to mention a curse,” Leo accused. “What curse?”

“There is no curse,” Will tried to say, but Jake cut him off.

“We haven’t been able to make things,” he explained. “Every time we craft something, it goes wrong. Our machines don’t work properly, weapons won’t hold their edge, armor falls apart. That kind of stuff. Will’s right, there is no curse, it’s all in our heads. But that doesn’t mean it’s not real.”

“And you want me to take this bed to try and break this curse?” Leo asked skeptically. “You sure about that?”

Piper personally thought that if anyone could shake a cabin out of a self-imposed slump, it would be Leo. He was smart and creative, and he had a passion that burned so brightly that you couldn’t help but feel inspired. Jake seemed to think so, too, because he gave Leo a grin. “Don’t see why not. Look, try it out. If you wind up hating it along with everyone else, you can pick a new bunk. It won’t be as cool as that one, but you’ll make your own modifications to it. We all do. Sound fair?”

Leo still looked a little doubtful, but he just shrugged. “Sure. Like you said, don’t see why not. I’m willing to give it my best shot. Don’t hold your breath for a miracle, though.”

Jake looked visibly relieved at Leo’s acceptance. “Cool. Well, everyone else is at the forges. I can take you there, but–”

“No, you keep your ass in bed like I told you to,” Will laughed. “I’ll show him the way. I’m still not done with Piper’s tour anyway.”

“Thanks, man.” Jake turned back to Leo and gave him a warm, genuine smile. “Welcome to Cabin Nine, Leo. See you guys at dinner.”

Then Jake closed his invisibility curtain again, and Will led them both outside. The forges were pretty much identical to Cabin Nine, and were nestled right up to its back yard, which wasn’t all that surprising. The surprising thing was the way the forges radiated heat unlike anything Piper had ever experienced. Even when they were still almost twenty feet away, Piper felt like someone had left an oven open for too long. She’d had to begrudgingly take Will’s “friendly advice” (which he swore didn’t translate to “doctor’s orders upon pain of death” though Piper wasn’t sure she believed him) to stay outside, which meant it was finally time for her and Leo to split up. It suddenly seemed much more daunting now than it had before. She grabbed his hand.

Leo squeezed her fingers back for just a second before he turned on her with a smarmy little grin. “Geeze, Piper. Chill out. It’s not like you're dropping me off at my first day of kindergarten.”

Piper rolled her eyes and dropped his hand so she could shove him. “Shut up. I’m just worried about whether or not we packed you enough Pull-Ups to get through the day.”

Leo blew a loud raspberry at her and started walking backwards to the front door, turning red from lack of air before too long. He gave her one final wave, then took a deep breath to steel his nerves and walked in.

Piper missed him already.

“He’ll be alright,” Will said. She turned to look at him and he smiled. “The Hephaestus kids are a little rough around the edges, they can thank their dad for that, but I don’t know that there’s a more close-knit cabin here. Not to be cheesy, but they run like a well-oiled machine, and they take in new campers better than anyone. I mean, they’d probably even take you in if you asked nicely. You’d be stuck on wrench-fetching duty, though. Fair warning.”

Piper let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. It was a relief to know that Leo was going to be with people who would take care of him. She had to remind the part of her that had been feeling abandoned all day that she was glad for that. But now that Leo wasn’t here, there was nothing distracting her from what she needed to do next. She took a deep breath and gave Will her best wide-eyed smile. “Is there a phone I can use?”

Will frowned, startled at the request. “Um, what?”

“A phone,” Piper reiterated as sweetly as possible. “I’d really like to call my dad.”

“We aren’t really allowed phones,” Will explained slowly. “Any kind of technology that connects you to the outside world is basically a homing signal for monsters.”

Piper mentally cursed, but her smile only faltered to tilt into a sad little frown. She let her voice go a bit wet. “Oh. So there’s no one with a phone then? At all?”

Will hesitated, but Piper saw the instant he faltered and she had to bury her victorious smirk. “Well…” He glanced around to make sure nobody was nearby. “Me and a couple of the other head campers have them. Sometimes people need to call me for medical emergencies, you know? I’m pretty sure this doesn’t qualify as that, but if you won’t tell, I won’t.”

“I won’t tell a soul,” Piper beamed. 

Will handed over the phone, and explained that it had an automatic timer on it that made it shut down after three minutes, so she’d need to be quick. She nodded her understanding and took a few steps away for a bit of privacy. She dialed her dad’s personal number and waited as it rang. Surprisingly, someone picked up, but Piper had to grit her teeth at the familiar voice. “Jane? Why are you answering my dad’s phone?”

“I thought you weren’t allowed to call from school,” Jane said, sounding bored.

“That’s the thing. I’m not at school. I was kidnapped by a bunch of crazy teenagers who legitimately believe they’re half-god. They’ve taken me to their cult headquarters because they think my mom is a Greek goddess.”

“Hmm, that’s nice.” Somehow, Piper could just hear Jane rolling her eyes. “Well, I’ll be sure to tell your father that you called.”

“Why don’t you get him now? I called his private line – which you aren’t supposed to answer, by the way – so surely he’s just in the other room.”

“He left his phone at the office.”

“When did he leave it at the office?” Jane was silent, and Piper’s voice dropped. “You have no idea where my dad is, do you?” she accused with a hiss. “Why haven’t you called the police? He could be in serious trouble and you’re just sitting there because–”

“My responsibility is to Tristen McLean and the management of his image,” Jane interrupted, her voice dangerously calm. “I will not allow that image to become marred over his little delinquent daughter stirring up a media circus all because she thinks her daddy isn’t paying enough attention to her. Besides, he’ll come back. He always comes back.”

“So, you admit it? You don’t know–”

“Good bye, Piper,” Jane interrupted again. “I will be sure to tell your father you called.” Then the line went dead, and before Piper could even think to call again, the screen went black, too.

She turned and handed the phone back to Will with a weak smile. “Thanks for letting me borrow your phone. I promise not to tell anyone that you broke the rules for me.”

Will took the phone, but he was refusing to meet Piper’s gaze. For some reason, his cheeks were red. He cleared his throat. “So, um, your last name’s McLean? Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, I just heard the lady on the other end say that name.”

Piper narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him. “Yes, it is.”

Will’s cheeks turned even darker. “Uh, King of Sparta was a good movie. I really liked the, um… costumes?”

Piper hid her face in her hands and groaned as she sunk down to the ground. “Oh my god,” she moaned. “This is the absolute worst day of my life.”

“Sorry,” Will squeaked. “I don’t know why I said that. I’m so sorry.”

Piper peeked up at him from between her fingers, and saw that he looked positively mortified. If it was possible for a person to actually combust from the force of their embarrassment, Piper was pretty sure she was going to witness it. She felt a little bit of pity for him. “How about we never mention any of this to anyone ever?” she suggested. “You never tell anyone who my dad is and I’ll never tell anyone you got all googly-eyed at the thought of him in a mini-skirt.”

“Deal,” Will said immediately. “Thank you. Oh my gods. Let’s please never talk about this again.”

Piper grinned and accepted the hand he offered to pull her up to her feet. “So. How about the rest of the tour? The cabins looked pretty cool.”

Will gave her a grateful smile and beckoned her over. “Yeah, come on. Let’s get this tour done before dinner.”

*-*-*

Their tour of the cabins began with the blinding gold one, which was, unsurprisingly, Apollo’s. Piper considered that for a moment, then pointed across the U shape at the matching silver one. “I’m guessing that’s Artemis?”

Will cocked an impressed eyebrow at her. “Sure is.”

“I thought she was one of the maiden goddesses. Does she have kids?” Being an Artemis kid would be cool, Piper thought. Athena would also be good, but something about the way Annabeth held herself made Piper a little hesitant to think that the wisdom goddess was her mom.

“Artemis is a maiden goddess like Athena, but she doesn’t have any kids of her own,” Will said, crushing Piper’s dreams before they could properly form. “She does have her Hunters though. It’s a group of girls who travel with her, swearing maidenhood in exchange for immortality.”

“Immortality, huh?”

Will snorted and elbowed her. “Yeah, but they swear off any kind of romantic love, and boys are off the table entirely,” he warned. “I’ve only met the Hunters a couple times, but I can tell you right now that you would not be seeing Leo much. He’s pretty much exactly the kind of guy they hate.”

She scowled at the building. “Alright, yeah. Moving on.”

“Okay, so on the other side of Hephaestus, you have Hermes Cabin,” he said, gesturing at the plain wooden building. Out of all of them, it was the one that looked the most like a cabin that you would see at a summer camp, with its weather log walls and faded shudders and cracked window. “He’s god of travelers, so that’s where unclaimed kids used to go.”

“So, is that where I’m going?”

“Good question. This past summer, Percy made a deal with the gods that they had to claim all of their kids by the age of 13, so we actually haven’t had an unclaimed kid since then. We’re all kind of banking on you getting claimed as soon as possible to avoid that problem.”

There was that word. Claiming. Piper didn’t like it. She didn’t like the fact that her mom was some magical goddess who thought she had free rein to just waltz into her dad’s life, make him fall in love with her, then waltz back out, breaking his heart. Piper knew her dad still missed her mom. Sometimes, when it was just the two of them out on a trip, she’d see him sit so very still and stare out into the setting sun. He always looked so sad. Now that same lady who had hurt her dad was breaking her promise just so she could ignore Piper for a little bit longer. Not that Piper could really blame her. If she were an all-powerful goddess, how excited would she be to claim a little kleptomaniac who got kicked out of school every other year and couldn’t even manage to get her own dad’s attention?

She took a deep breath and gave Will a pleasant smile. “So, who do you think my godly parent is? Athena would be cool.”

Will considered her for a moment. “Well, most Athena kids are blonde or have gray eyes. Not all of them, of course, but most. What are you good at? A lot of times we can wager a pretty good guess based on that.”

“Uh,” Piper wracked her brain. What was she good at? She was good at convincing people to do what she wanted, she had a pretty mean right hook when the situation called for it, and her grandpa always said she was the best singer their family had seen in a hundred years, but none of those seemed right. “I’m a pretty decent pick-pocket.”

“Normally, I’d suggest Hermes, then. God of thieves and all.” He cocked an eyebrow at her. “You’re sure your godly parent is your mom? Gods don’t exactly follow the rules when it comes to baby making. I’ve got a sibling with a mortal dad. Most of the Athena kids have mortal moms.”

“I’m sure,” Piper said, thinking of all the times her dad had gone misty-eyed and told her about his time with her mom. 

“You could be a child of Hecate,” Will suggested. “She’s magic and controls the Mist, which could possibly explain why your memories weren’t affected.”

Piper brightened. “If I am, do you think I could fix Leo’s memories?”

“Maybe, maybe not.” Will wrinkled his nose. “I’m not really all that good with magic, if I’m being honest. I mean, I can use it for healing purposes, but I’d honestly rather stick to good old-fashioned medicine when I can.”

Piper hummed, and looked over the rest of the cabins on the goddesses’ side. The silver one was Artemis, the stone was probably Athena, and Piper was willing to bet her bottom dollar that the grass-roofed one was Demeter. She cringed, thinking of all the poor, innocent houseplants that had met their maker at her hand. Definitely not Demeter. Which meant that the pink and white Barbie Dreamhouse cabin was– “Aphrodite?” she guessed, trying to not curl her lip up at the name.

“Yup,” Will confirmed, looking at her with raised eyebrows. “Got a problem with that?”

“No.” 

Will shook his head, and Piper reminded herself to either get better at lying or to not lie to Will. “I know you didn’t get along with Drew–”

“Of course she’s an Aphrodite kid.”

“But they’re not all bad,” Will finished. “Aphrodite cabin may seem a bit shallow at first, but they’re the cabin with the most compassion. Whenever there’s a battle, we Apollo kids are in charge of the healing. The Aphrodite cabin was always the first to volunteer to help, and, in that situation, I’d honestly take one Aphrodite kid over half a dozen other campers. Their old head counselor used to be a perfect example of that. Things have changed a bit since Drew took over, but I still say there’s more to them than you might think.”

Piper was quiet for a moment. “That head counselor. What was her name? What happened to her?”

“Her name was Silena. Silena Beauregard,” Will said quietly. “She was actually dating Beckendorf. There was a big war this past summer. They both died.”

“Oh.” 

Piper looked out over the camp, at all the kids running around, laughing, yelling at one another. She’d thought that it had been full before, but now she couldn’t help but wonder how many campers weren’t there. How many kids had friends who didn’t come back from that war. She thought about Jake’s question, asking Leo if he believed in ghosts. Literal or metaphorical Leo had asked. She wondered just how many ghosts roamed the grounds. 

Will shook his shoulders suddenly, as if shrugging out of a coat he didn’t want to wear any more, and smiled at Piper. “Well, there’s other goddesses, too. You met Butch, so you know about Iris, but there’s also Tyche, Hebe, Nike, and Nemesis,” he said pointing down at the smaller cabins that completed the loop. They looked a lot newer than the others, but lacked some of the character. “Do you feel particularly lucky, young, victorious, or vengeful?”

“Vengeance, thy name is Piper,” she joked, and she felt a bit proud of herself when Will laughed. Then her eyes fell on the two cabins Will seemed to be almost deliberately ignoring. They were large and imposing, the biggest ones by far, and made out of solid, perfectly white marble. They reminded Piper of those big, fancy, old-fashioned banks, or palaces from a storybook. But a cursed palace where no one was allowed to live. She pointed at them. “What about those two?”

“You’re definitely not in one of those cabins,” Will dismissed, trying to usher her away. “Hey, let’s go check out the Tyche cabin real quick. Maybe they can test your luck or–”

“Whose cabins are they?” Piper asked stubbornly.

Will looked a little irritated at being ignored, but he took a deep breath. “The bigger one belongs to Zeus. You’re definitely not a child of Zeus, both because your mom is your parent, but also because he just doesn’t have kids. Kids of the Big Three – Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades – are all crazy powerful, and they made a vow to not have any more after World War II. Though, Percy is the result of that promise being broken, so make of that what you will.”

“And the other?” Will raised an eyebrow at her. “You seem to know your mythology. Why don’t you tell me?”

Piper thought for a moment. “It’s Hera’s.”

“Yup. She’s another one without any kids on principle, just like Artemis, but she doesn’t have anything like the Hunters, so her cabin is purely honorary. She’s actually the one who sent Annabeth the dream that led her to you.”

“Annabeth doesn’t seem to be too fond of her.”

“Yeah,” Will laughed. “They have some kind of history between them. A history I don’t know and don’t want to know. Now, seriously, come on. I want to see if we can knock out some of the standard maternity tests before dinner.”

“Can we go inside?” Piper asked, ignoring him. “The Hera cabin, I mean. I just wanna see inside.”

“That’s probably not a great idea. People aren’t supposed to go in there. Like I said, it’s just honorary, so it’s basically a shrine.”

“Someone’s in there now,” Piper informed him, staring at the door to the cabin where she’d just seen movement in the gloom. “We should probably go see what they’re up to if they’re not supposed to be in there, right?”

“Still a bad idea.,” Will said seriously. “It’s actually dangerous to go onto a god’s sacred ground, you know?”

“Come on,” Piper wheedled. She’d probably feel bad about sweet-talking him twice so soon after one another later, but she really wanted to go in that cabin. She couldn’t put her finger on what it was, but something told her she had to get in there. She gave Will a playful little smirk. “We’re demigods, right? Heroes? Aren’t we supposed to go do dangerous things?”

Will held strong for a moment, but like everyone else, he crumbled. “Okay, fine. We can take a look around. A short look around.”

“You got it!”

“And if Hera comes storming down off Olympus, I’m going to tell her this was all your idea.”

“Understood!”

Will’s face still puckered up as he looked at the cabin. “You’re sure you don’t want to go play roulette with the Tyche kids?”

“Positive,” Piper said firmly. “Now come on. Let’s go inside.”

*-*-*

Sometimes Piper wished she wasn’t so good at getting her way. Gaining entrance to the Hera cabin definitely counted as one of those times.

She realized almost immediately upon entering that her earlier comparisons of a bank or a cursed fairy tail castle were both accurate and woefully inadequate. Considering it was supposed to be a shrine for the goddess of motherhood and marriage and family, Piper couldn’t imagine a place that reminded her less of home. There were no bunks along the walls or chairs gathered up in little circles or tables full of clutter like Piper had seen in the Hephaestus cabin. There were no windows or decorations or even a bathroom. There was just cold, unforgiving marble on every surface, a bronze brazier with a low, likely magical, flame, and a giant, ten-foot statue of the queen herself looking over her dominion. 

Piper wouldn’t say that the statue was unattractive, even if she wasn’t worried about that kicking off Trojan War Two: Electric Boogaloo. She was incredibly pretty with her flowing golden robes and a staff topped with a blooming lotus flower. She had a hawk perched on her shoulder, its head cocked to the side like it was studying Piper and ready to take flight and report back to its real mistress with news at any moment. Hera’s face was all elegant curves and gentleness with an indulgent smile on her lips, but it made Piper as uneasy as the hawk did. She looked almost condescendingly amused, like she was waiting for a babbling toddler to finish telling the story of their dream, but there was a coldness to it that matched the rest of her cabin. She looked like she was thinking Mother knows best. Now, remember your place before I’m forced to remind you of it. 

“Are you happy now? Can we leave?” Will asked, glancing nervously around the room. “I hate being in here.”

Part of Piper wanted to agree. She wanted to turn on her heel and march right back out of the cabin the same way she’d come in and just add this whole experience to the list of things she and Will were never going to mention again, but she couldn’t. There was something about this cabin that called to her. She wasn’t sure how, but she knew for a fact that this place, this goddess, had something to do with the dreams she’d been having of her dad, and she wasn’t leaving until she got at least a couple answers.

“Come on, we’re supposed to be talking to whoever came in here first, remember? Let’s keep looking.”

Will grumbled his discontent, but fortunately for them both, their search was short. Tucked behind the giant Hera statue was an altar, and at that altar was a girl. She was decked out in all black from her dress to the long shawl she had draped over her head, though, for some reason, she was completely barefoot. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, and she had her hands open, palms up as she chanted quietly under her breath. Piper thought she looked a bit like she was praying before she realized that was likely exactly what she was doing.

Beside her, Will relaxed. “That’s Rachel.”

At the sound of her name, Rachel turned around and gave them a wide smile and Piper felt her heart skip a beat. She lowered her shawl, showing off the cloud of wild red curls around her head, and stuck out her hand. “Rachel Elizabeth Dare, at your service.”

“Nice to meet you, Red,” Piper commented with a grin, and took her hand. “My name is Piper.”

Rachel’s brow furrowed for a second as she thought over Piper’s words before she laughed. “Red, huh? I like that.”

“What are you doing here, Rachel?” Will asked. “I thought you were supposed to be at school.”

“I’ve got at least two days before anyone notices I’m gone and another two before they’re willing to call my dad and let him know they lost me,” she dismissed. Piper grimaced in sympathy. Been there, done that, got a t-shirt that didn’t even fit. “I came because Annabeth told me about Percy.” She looked up at the Hera statue with a frustrated frown. “I had a feeling that I needed to come here. That I was going to get some kind of clue, but it’s still silent for some reason.”

“What do you mean by ‘still silent,’” Piper asked. “Does the statue normally talk?”

Rachel shrugged. “The statue itself? No, that doesn’t normally talk. I feel like things would be a lot weirder if there were talking statues possessed by gods running around camp. Can you imagine?” She snorted lightly at the thought. “But the gods do normally speak with us. They send messages to their children through dreams and sometimes they’ll come down and talk face to face if you ask politely enough.”

“So, are you a demigod, then?”

“Nope. I was born 100% mortal,” Rachel said, holding her arms out. “Though I have been possessed by the spirit of Delphi, so that 100% claim may be a little out of date now.”

“Oh! You’re the Oracle Will was telling us about!” Piper felt a bit dumb for not realizing it sooner, but, in her defense, she had a lot going on. “So, how does that work? You can just tell the future?”

“Not exactly. Most of the time I’m just minding my business when the spirit decides to make herself known and hijacks my body for a few minutes.”

“That sounds wildly unpleasant,” Piper winced. 

Rachel shrugged noncommittally. “A lot of things sound wildly unpleasant when you put them into words. Doesn’t mean they aren’t important. Doesn’t mean they aren’t worth doing.”

Piper considered that. Would she be able to give up a mortal life just because she knew there was a job she needed to do like Rachel had? She’d lost her mortal life today, she knew deep down that she’d never get to go back to the way things were before, but she hadn’t surrendered it, it had been taken. That felt different somehow. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be willing to give up what was hers like that. She shook her head. “So, you said the gods were silent. What does that mean?”

“Pretty much exactly what it sounds like,” Will said. “ It’s pretty normal for them to ignore us for stretches of time, but it’s definitely weird for there to be this level of radio silence. People are still getting claimed–” he glanced above Piper’s head, but unfortunately no flaming wombats or anything appeared– “but there's been no word from any of them for about a month. No dreams, no visions, nothing. That’s why it was such a big deal when Annabeth got the dream from Hera.”

“Annabeth got a dream from Hera?” Rachel asked sharply.

“Uh, yeah,” Will frowned at her. “Hera told her she needed to go to the Grand Canyon to look for a guy with one shoe. Instead she found Piper, and two other guys, Leo and Jason. Leo was claimed by Hephaestus as soon as he showed up, but Piper hasn’t gotten her sign yet, and Annabeth took Jason up to the Big House to talk to Chairon. He’s got something really weird going on.”

Rachel looked troubled, and she started pacing back and forth, tapping her lips as she muttered to herself. “I get a calling to camp for the first time since Olympus closed. At the same time, Annabeth gets a dream from Hera of all gods and winds up with three new campers. And one of those campers happens to be–” She froze, mid-thought and turned to look at Piper with a frown. “Why are you here, Piper?”

“What? Like, at camp, or–”

“No, I mean here.” Rachel gestured around the room. “This place isn’t exactly welcoming, especially to new campers, and I doubt coming in here was Will’s idea.”

“I can assure you, it was not,” Will confirmed helpfully.

“I don’t really know why I came in here,” Piper confessed. “I just saw it and felt some sort of connection to it. Like I was looking for something and that I’d find it in here.” She cocked her head at Rachel. “You don’t think this has anything to do with that missing guy, Percy, do you? Or anything to do with whatever’s going on with Leo and Jason’s memory?”

Rachel grimaced and shook her head. “I’m sorry, I can’t really say. At best, I’m a mouthpiece for the gods, not an interpreter.” 

“But you do think there’s something going on.”

“Oh, there’s definitely something going on, and I’ve got a feeling it is not good,” Rachel laughed. “But whatever it is, I’m certain that I was supposed to meet you here today, Piper.”

Piper smiled at her and went to say something, but before she could open her mouth, Rachel went a little cross-eyed and stumbled. She let out a sharp cry and pressed the heel of her palm to her forehead.

“Rachel!” Will yelped, grabbing her by the elbows, and slowly lowering her to the ground. “Are you alright? Do you have a prophecy coming on or something?”

“No, it’s not that,” Rachel said, shaking her head. “When the Oracle wants to say something, she just kind of walks into my brain through the front door because I basically gave her a house key. This was different. It felt like someone was trying to break in through the window.”

Will pursed his lips. “We should get you to Chiron; he might know something. I’ll ask my siblings, see if maybe they’ve heard anything from our dad about this.”

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best,” she said, heaving a deep sigh. 

Piper smiled gently at her and offered a hand. “I’d like to go with you, if you don’t mind.”

“I think I’d like that. I really do want the chance to talk to you some more.” 

Rachel reached out and took Piper’s hand, but as soon as their skin touched she stiffened up like she’d grabbed hold of an electric fence. Her grip tightened painfully when Piper tried to rip her hand away. Rachel’s eyes started glowing a brilliant, terrifying green, and she hauled herself to her feet, using Piper’s arm like a rope. Piper tried not to scream. “Um, Will! Help!”

“Rachel, what’s going on?” Will demanded. He tried to pull Rachel away, but he jerked his hand back like he’d been burned. His fingers were a bright red and he stared at them in shock. “What in the–”

Free me Rachel hissed in a voice that wasn’t her own. She sounded like an old lady. An angry old lady who had somehow fallen down a well and was blaming everyone but herself. You must free me, Piper McLean or the earth will swallow us all. It must be by the solstice.

Piper’s vision started to blur. She wasn’t sure if there was some awful magic affecting her, or if it was just her awful week and even more awful day finally catching up to her. She had a feeling it was the former. She could hear a muffled version of Will’s shouting, but it was like she was under water. He was trying to separate her and Rachel, but it was no use. Rachel’s grip on her shoulders was beyond human, and Will’s flesh burned every time he touched her. Piper distantly hoped that he didn’t hurt himself. Rachel’s jaw dropped and sickly green smoke billowed out, engulfing them completely. She spoke again in that same awful voice from before: Our enemies stir. The fiery one is only the first. Bow to his will, and his king will rise, dooming us all. FREE ME!

With one last terrified gasp, Piper’s knees buckled and everything went black.

[inkykeiji]

Hear me out, dabi teaching you how to touch yourself. 👌

omfg anon please he’d fuckin live for this shit!!!

❅ cw: 18+, kinda dubcon/manipulation, dabi’s a lil mean

❅ words: 1.9k

You’ve been living with the league for a few months now—Toga had found you somewhere, on the streets cowered in some dirty back alley or something, he’s not really sure, he can’t remember—and Dabi’s been having a hard time keeping his hands to himself ever since.

He’s always finding excuses to touch you, dragging heated fingertips down your arm, always slightly hotter than normal body temperature, or placing a large hand on the small of your back as he guides you from one room to another, a blazing handprint searing through the thin material of your shirt.  

Can you really blame him, though? He can’t help it; it isn’t his fault you’re so fucking cute.

And he’s always got those sapphire eyes on you, too, couldn’t pull them from you even if he wanted to, gaze instinctively drawn to you every time you’re in the same room as him, an addict desperately chasing his next fix.

He definitely would have fucked you already, he’s absolutely sure of it, if Toga wasn’t attached to your hip 24/7. As a result, he knows he has to make the most of every minute alone he gets with you, and when you come trudging down the stairs in the middle of the night with you lips set in a deep pout, looking absolutely exhausted—pretty eyes sunken into your skull and hair mussed up in a way that almost looks artful on you—well.

It makes him want to fucking ruin you.

You’ve been on edge recently, and he’s 90% sure he knows why. Your rooms are right next to each other; it isn’t like he can’t hear those soft little noises you make in the middle of the night, breathy little whimpers that eventually morph into soft whines, Dabi listening the entire time as your pleasure quickly fades into frustration.

He pities you; the poor thing, she doesn’t even know how to get herself off properly. It’s definitely beginning to take a toll on you, he thinks, as you drop down on the couch next to him, slumping a little, eyebrows permanently knitted and eyes glaring at the TV.

Honestly, it would be a disservice to you if he didn’t help you.

“What’s a’matter with you?” he asks, glancing over at you, eyes indifferent, just the right amount of curiosity sown into his voice.

Your body stiffens for a moment, completely frozen next to him, before it relaxes again, a little huff of annoyance leaving your lips.

“Nothing,” you mumble, picking at your cuticles, pout still etched into your face.

“It’s not nothing, and we both know it,” he sighs, schooling his expression into one that mimics concern, just a hint sprinkled over his usual apathetic look, careful not to overdo it on the way his forehead wrinkles just a little, like he’s genuinely worried about you.

Head quirking to the side in question, your eyes narrow slightly, brow furrowing.

“You’re having trouble getting yourself off, aren’t you?”

“What?” You choke on the word, sputtering and coughing as you vigorously shake your head, desperately trying to wheeze out the word no, to deny it, and he chuckles, comforting you, tells you it’s nothing to be embarrassed of, promises you it’s nothing to be ashamed of, and—

“I can help, y’know,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders, like he’s offering you an extra pen and not an orgasm.

But those four words force a sharp intake of breath through your nose, eyes widening as you stare at him, your heart beginning to race while warmth settles deep in the pit of your stomach, already beginning to coil.

And he knows, knows the smirk curling on his lips doesn’t go well with his mask of casual concern, but he can’t help it, not when the softest, neediest little whine slips from your lips, pupils blown and eyes glazed as you stare at him with pure unadulterated want.

He’s almost got you.

“Whaddya say?” he asks quietly, almost tenderly, upper body turning towards you as nimble fingers tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Hmm?”

“I-I—I don’t—I’m not—”

“Let me help,” he urges. “Let me make you feel good,”

And it’s so gentle, so sincere, his body marginally leaning towards yours, enticing, that your head’s nodding before you’ve given it permission to, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you suck on it unsurely, gazing at him through your lashes.

You end up between his spread legs, on the floor, his large hands holding your thighs wide open as he stares at your reflections in the mirror propped up against his wall, dark azure eyes slowly sliding down your body as you try in vain to bury your head in his neck, face burning with embarrassment.

He got this mirror specifically for this occasion, he tells you, thought it’d be the best way to teach you, he says.

A soft, pitiful whimper escapes your lips, soaking into the skin of his neck as you nuzzle against him. He had been…anticipating this?

“Don’t hide,” he chastises softly with a click of his tongue, voice vibrating against your back and breaking through your thoughts. “How are you supposed to learn if you aren’t watching? Look at how pretty this pussy is,”

Your entire body jolts as the rough pad of his index finger skims over your clit, two fingers almost caressing your slit, down and then back up again, pulling his hand back slightly to admire the way your slick gleams on his fingers in the dim light of his bedroom.

“Already so wet for me, huh?” he breathes, lips tickling the shell of your ear. “Do you think about me when you touch yourself, hmm? Do you think about my fingers? My cock?”

Oh, it’s so embarrassing, your entire body flushing at his naughty, invasive questions, and they send another intense rush of warmth to your core, bitter shame settling on your tongue.

“Answer me,” he commands, voice firm but quiet, giving your clit a superficial slap that has a loud cry spilling from your throat.

“Yes!” you squeak, word muffled by his skin. “Y-Yes,”

“Yes what?”

Please don’t make me say it, you want to whine, tears of humiliation flooding your eyes. Another slap lands against your clit, harder this time, making your back arch against him.

“Yes, yes, I-I think of you when I touch myself,” you whimper, whole body trembling, eyes shut tightly to keep the tears stinging your eyes from leaking out, wishing his mocking coo in response didn’t make your stomach swoop the way it does.

Praises fall from his lips as his calloused fingers rub small, quick circles into the sensitive bud, interspersed with your sweet, breathy little moans, telling you how good you are, such a good little girl for him, how he fucking knew it, fucking knew that you were thinking of him every night while you desperately stuff your little cunt full of your fingers, the words whispered into your hair as you smush your face against his neck.

“C’mon baby, look at yourself. You’re so beautiful,” his words taper off into a hoarse, quiet whine as his fingers run along your slit again.

You peak out from your safe spot against him, unable to help the gasp that escapes your throat as your eyes connect with your reflections. Hooded eyes find yours, practically glowing, breath hot against your cheek, his chin hooked over your shoulder.

He looks like a fucking god like this, smoldering gaze burning a hole right through to your very soul, ebony hair tousled just right, voice just a hint deeper than normal, husky and guttural.

Watch me, he instructs, your eyes immediately snapping to the apex of your thighs reflected in the mirror, practically mesmerized as he sinks a finger into your fluttering little hole, a soft whine breaking in your chest.

“Shh,” he hushes you. “Watch me,”

Pumping his finger a few times, he works your cunt open enough for him to comfortably insert a second, your head falling back against his shoulder at the pleasant stretch. A chuckle vibrates in his chest, fingers thrusting twice before he curls them, laughing fully as your body jolts.

“Mm, think I found something,” he mutters in your ear, curling his fingers again and smirking when your emit a sharp, involuntary cry. “Yep, definitely found something,”

“Oh God,” you breathe, hips rolling a little to meet his fingers mid-thrust as he works up a steady rhythm.

“Feel good?”

“Uh-huh,” you nod fervently, the back of your head resting against his collarbone, lips parted slightly, eyes slipping shut. “So good,”

“Perfect. Now, do it yourself,”

Your eyes snap open as he removes his hand completely, whimpers of protest falling from your lips as you shake your head, cute, pathetic little ‘no!’s catching in your throat. Sapphire, dark and shimmering, stares at you expectantly through the mirror, Dabi raising an eyebrow when you don’t immediately start moving.

But it’s awkward and you’re clumsy, heat seeping into your cheeks as you fumble a little, stiff movements a stark contrast to his effortless fluidity.

He tries in vain to guide you, delegates what to do and exactly how to do it, but your wrist is beginning to ache, your fingers beginning to cramp, sick of unintentionally edging yourself.

“I can’t,” you wail loudly, frustrated tears blurring your vision. “I can’t, I can’t, not like you do, Dabi, please, t-touch me,”

“Aw, don’t be a greedy little brat,” but he’s chuckling as his fingers snake down your body.

It’s cute, he tells you, voice laced with condescension, that you can’t do anything for yourself, slapping your hand away and pushing two of his fingers into your dripping little pussy again, a pathetic little moan of relief spilling from your lips, body melting back into his.

“Can you at least play with your clit for me, baby?” His tone is almost patronizing, like he’s unsure if you’ll even be able to manage such a simple task, and you whimper out his name, nodding eagerly as your fingers find the swollen bud.

He sounds unaffected, for the most part, and you’d probably think he was, if it weren’t for his cock, hot and hard and throbbing through his flannel PJ pants and pressed flush against your back. He’s rutting against you just a tiny bit, hips rocking against you in minuscule motions as his gaze focuses on his fingers.

“Open your eyes, angel, and watch my hand, yeah? I won’t always be around to make you cum, you know,”  

You do know that, you do.

But it’s hard. It’s hard to watch him, to concentrate on his actions, to even keep your eyes fully open and in focus when they’re continuously rolling back in your head, broken whimpers and high pitched whines leaking uncontrollably from your throat, climbing in volume with each harsh thrust of his fingers, with each swipe over your clit of yours.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he praises, voice strained ever so slightly. “Be a good girl, make a nice mess all over my fingers,”

And so you do, pathetically desperate to be good for him, gushing on his fingers only a few seconds later as your pussy clenches, mewling out his name like a mantra.

“What’re you gonna do next time, when you need to cum and I’m not around?” he asks, after your breathing has begun to calm.

“Doesn’t matter,” you reply simply, eyes still closed, body gone boneless against him. “I’ll never be able to do it as good as you can anyway, so why bother?”

[whumperooni]

snowfall

Pairing: Drug dealer!Keigo x Model!College Student!Reader

Tags/Warnings: tw noncon, tw drug use, tw eating disorders, blowjobs, humiliation, verbal abuse, slightly yan keigo, dumbification

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: This was written in response to a request! Drug dealer Keigo makes my mind go stoopid and I just want him to fuck me up in every way possible ♡

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You really have some fuckin’ nerve.

“I- I’m so sorry, but I can’t. I have a shoot that day and a test too...”

Yeah, and? Doesn’t mean you don’t have time to hook up with him.

You always have excuses and it’s getting pretty old. Don’t you know who he is? Don’t you know he runs this town? Don’t you know that no one tells him no?

Keigo grins- perfect teeth showing and head tilting- and he gives you a nod, watches as relief washes over your face.

Oh no, darling, you’re not getting off that easy- it’s time for you to learn that you belong to him just like the rest of this whole goddamn city.

You’re nervous and shy, sure. He gets it. You’re not one of the party girls- you’re just a hopeless little thing trying to make mommy and daddy proud by being their pretty, desperate cashcow. Have to stay thin and bony if you want to get on the next magazine cover. Have to lose your appetite if you want to be small enough to be a big star. And, he helps with that. He gives shy, sad you what you need.

He gets that you’re hesitant about hooking up with your dealer. He’s been nice about it. But he can dash away all your worries if given the chance- all you need is for him to show you how good it’ll be.

All you need is for him to show you that you belong to him- just like everyone else in this fucking town does.

“It’s okay, darlin’,” he drawls out. “No hard feelings.”

You relax more and Keigo nearly scoffs, hides it behind a platinum grin.

You should feel lucky he’s been so patient.

(So far. Really, you’re hurting him, you know? He’s been so good to you- can’t you at least give him a smile and a sweeter apology for being so frigid?)

Keigo drags his gaze over you, takes in your innocent sundress and the bags under your eyes, the fragile weariness that never seems to escape you.

You’re such a pathetic little thing. All he wants to do is sit you in the lap of luxury, have you reeling from pleasure and never wanting for anything. Fuck your family- he can be all the family you need. He can be your daddy, spoil you stupid and keep you in ecstasy- keep you lost in a such a glorious haze that you’ll never find your way out, never want to get out.

You’d make such a pretty little pet- dumb and smiling with glossy eyes and bruise marked skin, fattened up and wrapped in silk, lace. A good little girl content under his thumb.

Why can’t you see it? Why the fuck can’t you understand that you belong with him? That you belong to him?

Keigo’s eyes narrow as you start to make your excuses to leave and his teeth clench while he grins, his patience frays and snaps.

“Hey, wait a second, sweetheart,” he calls out- keeping it friendly, light; a direct opposition to the cool anger and frustration snaking through him. You stop in your tracks and look over your shoulder- inquisitive, cute, so naive.

“Yes, Hawks?”

Hawks. He’s getting tired of that name falling from your lips- he wants to hear his real name from you; he wants to hear you whine and moan and scream it.

Keigo widens his grin and he crooks a finger toward you, tilts his head as you blink your curiosity.

“C’mere,” he coaxes. “I’ve got somethin’ new for you to try. No charge, promise- I just want my favorite customer’s opinion.”

Hesitance flutters over your face and it’s hard for him not to huff at the way you waver, the way you bite your lip and scrunch your brows together in contemplation.

“Come on,” he presses. “It’s good shit- this’ll keep you up all night and you won’t even wanna raid the fridge while you study. You said you had a shoot comin’ up, right? Don’t wanna risk a binge before that.”

Repulsion, shame, hurt, panic- it all flashes across your face in a rapid fire sequence. He’s being a dick by saying it, yeah, but he doesn’t care- not when you’ve been so frigid for so long, not when he knows it’s going to have you agreeing like a good little girl.

And you do agree. With a frown and eyes that are a little wet, with teeth nibbling at your bottom lip and a bowed head, you agree.

Keigo’s grin grows and he waves you to follow him over to the couch, plops down on it and smirks when you sit down quietly beside him.

You don’t say a word as he starts cutting it up- you just watch him with a still bitten lips and your hands clasped in your lap. The look you give him when he’s done is a little unsure, but you sigh when he raises a brow and you lean down toward the table without any real reluctance- one hand going to brush your hair back from your face in an elegant little move that shouldn’t preface the way you oh so expertly snort that stark white line off his ebony coffee table.

A tiny shudder and swipe of your hand under your nose and then you’re sitting up again, blinking at him and wetting your lips.

“What do ya think?” he asks- casual, like he doesn’t know what’s about to happen, like he doesn’t know how fucked you’re about to be in just a few seconds.

“It’s, um,” you start up, voice already dipping a little dumb and hazy. “It was, um...um...”

Um. Um. Um.

God, you’re so fuckin’ stupid. So fuckin’ cute.

A tiny noise and then your lashes are fluttering, your body is swaying gently as your fingers curl and uncurl against your thighs.

“H-Hawks? What...I don’t...”

You slump against the couch, whimpering, and Keigo’s eyes grow hooded as a flush creeps across your face, as you give a sluggish little squirm and moan.

“Aw, baby, what is it?” he croons. “Was that a bit too much for my favorite little junkie?”

Even with you fucked up, tears still spring to your eyes and Keigo grins as a whimper sounds from you, reaches a hand over and swipes a tear from the corner of your eye.

“I know, I know,” he hums. “That was mean, wasn’t it? But you’ve been so mean to me, angel. Such a frigid little bitch. You’re the only coke whore I know that doesn’t want to fuck.”

“Ha- Hawks-”

It’s so whiny, so small. He likes it, though- likes the tears in your eyes and the tears in your voice, the way you sniffle and look at him with a blurry, hazy, dumb gaze.

“You gotta understand,” Keigo continues on, gripping your cheek and leaning over you, forcing you to fall back against the arm of the couch. “You really left me no choice. I’ve been so nice to you, ya know? All I wanna do is take you out and show you a good time. I just wanna fuck you, princess, and give you a good life.”

Another whimper, a tiny little shudder. You can’t fight the way his free hand runs up your thigh and you can’t fight the way his fingers rip your panties to the side, run up your slit.

“I wouldn’t have had to do this if you weren’t such a prude,” he says with a sigh. Crystalline tears drip down your cheeks and he hums, noses at your temple and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Shh, baby, shh- daddy’s going to take care of you. You’re gonna love it, babe, and you’re gonna love me.”

“Hawks-”

Two fingers plunging into your cunt cuts you off and Keigo smirks as your cushy insides pulse around him, pulls his head back so he can grin down at you and wrap his hand around your throat, choke off that sob that’s trying to sound.

“It’s Keigo,” he tells you. “No more Hawks- it’s Keigo from now on, okay?”

You only whimper in response and Keigo huffs at that, chokes you a bit harder.

“Say it,” he orders. “Call me by my name.”

He loosens his hold on your throat and you cough, arch your back in a pathetic little move whenever his fingers curl deep inside of your cunt.

“K- Keigo...”

“That’s a good girl,” he coos- condescendingly, his lips curled into a smirk, satisfaction filling him as your hips grind against him and your lashes flutter.

Good- the ketamine is starting to kick in.

You whine- soft and small, head lolling to the side. He takes the time to smooth his hand down to your chest and he pinches at your nipples- what a fuckin’ tease to go braless and still have the gall to reject him- and twists them to make you whine again, let out slurred mumble of his name.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he hums, squeezing your tit and smoothing his thumb over your clit. “Isn’t daddy making you feel good?”

You nod, dumbly, and Keigo’s smirk grows as you try to reach a hand up to him only for it to fall limp against the couch.

“You were missin’ out on this, sweetheart,” he huffs. “But you’re not gonna miss out anymore- daddy Keigo’s gonna take real good care of ya from now on.”

Another dumb nod- pupils blown and your lips parted, mind spinning as you agree to something that you can’t possibly comprehend when you’re flying so high. Keigo slips in another finger and you come on them, mewl like a stupid little slut as you tremble weakly underneath him.

He takes them out from you and reaches a hand over without looking, sticks his fingers inside the open baggie waiting for him on the table and then shoves them into your gaping mouth. You suckle on them like a good little whore and Keigo’s smirk almost softens as you look up at him through your lashes, as you drool all over his rings and digits.

Oh, yeah, this is gonna be real easy- he’ll have you complacent and adoring and dumb for him in no time.

He should have done this sooner.

Keigo wrenches his fingers from your mouth and you whine when he does, moan as your head tilts back and your fingers twitch along the couch. You don’t fight him at all when he pushes you to the floor and you don’t do anything but whimper when he drags you by the hair, pulls you between his legs and to his crotch.

You’re like a doll on your knees for him- mind blank and eyes bright, so thoughtless and pretty with spit on your chin and a flush flared across your cheeks. He could get used to the sight, but he likes it even better when he pulls his cock out and you begin to mouth at it slowly, smear pre-cum and drool all over your face as you nuzzle against it in a drugged haze.

“Ah, shit, angel,” he sighs out- content as he curls his fingers through your hair, as he reaches for his smokes with his free hand. “Can’t tell ya how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

You slur out some nonsense to him and Keigo ignores it as he lights up. He takes a draw and he exhales- satisfaction and smoke slipping from him as you sloppily take his head into your mouth.

You don’t fight him when he pushes your head down and Keigo grunts as your tongue writhes against his shaft, curls his fingers tighter into your hair as your throat relaxes, as your lashes flutter shut.

“Take it all, baby,” he drawls. “And ya better swallow it down when I come. Better keep it down, too- daddy knows his little whore likes an empty stomach, but you gotta take everything I give ya. Gotta be a good little baby for me. You- fuck, shit- you gotta take. it. all.”

Keigo fucks up into your mouth, punctuates the words with a rock of his hips that smushes your nose into the curls around his cock. You still don’t fight, but you do whimper and more tears begin to spill as he fucks your throat, buries his cock deep inside and grinds.

When he comes, you swallow it all down- cough and whine but still swallow his seed, blink your wet lashes up at him and stare at him with fucked out little doe eyes that get his cock hard all over again.

Keigo pulls you into his lap with a grin and he reaches over, plucks the baggie from the table and scoops up your favorite little treat with his fingers, shoves it under your nose and watches as you obediently, thoughtlessly, dumbly snort it all up.

You really are such a good little bitch when fucked up- he really, really should have done this sooner. Would have done it sooner if he had realized how easy this would be.

He just wanted to give you a chance is all, though- too bad for you that you didn’t realize you should have been saying yes all along.

Ah, well, he’s got you now.

He’s got you for forever.

You slump against him, hips grinding sluggishly against his cock, and Keigo grins, pets over your hair before grabbing you by the back of your neck and pulling you in for a kiss.

They way you kiss him back is sloppy, pathetic, messy. But Keigo takes it all, though, and he even groans a little into it, flashes you a sneer when he let’s you pull back to look at him with your stupid, blank little stare and lost smile.

“Oh, we’re gonna have such fun together, princess,” he promises. “Daddy’s going to keep you nice and high, keep you fucked stupid.”

You nod, dumbly, and he knows that you don’t understand a word he just said, is perfectly fine that.

You don’t need to think- as long as you can be his good little bitch, as long as you’re not telling him no anymore.

Keigo kisses your cheek and he shoves you back down to the floor, stands and hauls you up until you’re slumped over the coffee table. You mumble something as he flips the skirt of your sundress up and Keigo ignores it, rubs his cock against your soaked cunt before pushing in.

You whine at the intrusion and Keigo sighs- content, happy, grinning lazily as he sticks his cigarette back between his lips.

You’ll be a good girl for him from now on, he knows, and he’ll treat you real good in return- as long as you’re obedient, as long as you never deny him, as long as you never tell him no again.

[cherryeol04]

Dine and Dash (M)

Pairings: Hyunjin x Reader

Word Count: 2.4K

Genre: Smut, Humor

Warnings: Hello all! This is the first smut I’ve written in what feels like decades. Like actual smut and not just scenes alluding to it. Ooof. I feel so rusty, and I don’t think this is very good. But I hope you do enjoy it! 💖

Princess: Are you in class?

Baby boy: Yes~

Baby boy: Why?

Princess: I’m horny

Baby boy: Y/n!!!!

Baby boy: You can’t just text that! 😳

Princess: Why not?

Princess: Not my fault you get worked up so easily

Baby boy: Yes it is your fault! You’re just so pretty.

Princess: How pretty?

Princess: Jinnie...how pretty?

Baby boy: ...So fucking pretty.

Baby boy: You’re so gorgeous, baby. My pretty baby.

Princess: Yes, all yours

Baby boy: Are you touching yourself?

Princess: [sent image]

Baby boy: Holy fuck y/n! I’m in class, baby!

Princess: 🤭 Are you hard Jinnie?

Baby boy: No comment

Princess: Well I have a comment.

Princess: I want your pretty dick inside me

Baby boy: ….Yn please. Don’t do this.

Princess: But I need you~ baby please?

Princess: Please please please. Need you to fill me up

Baby boy: Fuck. But class…

Princess: Fuck class. Fuck me instead

Baby boy: Shit. Yeah okay. I’m running

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Waking up horny hadn’t been the plan, but after a very vivid and steamy dream about your boyfriend, you were left practically helpless as your pussy throbbed and an overwhelming urge to be filled coursed through your veins. There had been some disappointment when you woke up and realized Hyunjin wasn’t eating you out, but that had been quickly made up with the texts you had sent to him. And even though Hyunjin said he was leaving, you weren’t entirely sure if he would. Hyunjin was a very diligent student, on top of being a wonderful boyfriend and missing class just wasn’t a thing.

Yet, 15 minutes after his last text, you found the door to your dorm being opened - Hyunjin practically charging your bed. Sitting up on your elbows, you watched with wide eyes as Hyunjin stumbled over his own feet and fell to the ground. Your question of concern died in your throat as Hyunjin scrambled back up and onto the bed, his plush lips colliding with yours in a near animalistic kiss. Teeth clashed and you were sure your lips were going to be bruised later, but that didn’t stop your moan as one of your hands gripped the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his long black locks to pull him down closer. Your lips parted as Hyunjin’s tongue invaded your mouth, curling and tasting every inch of it like a starved man.

Fuck.

Pulling back from the kiss, you pressed your forehead against his, lips still parted slightly as you panted. Your breaths mingled together as you shared the close space. “Baby.”

“Hmm?”

“Go lock the door.”

Hyunjin sat back so quickly that you barely had time to catch yourself from falling forward. Long limbs practically failed as he climbed out of the bed and raced back to your door, locking it. A giggle fell from your lips as Hyunjin turned and leaned against the door, chest heaving as he stared at you - eyes so dark and intense. A shiver ran down your spine as those beautiful brown eyes ran over your body, taking in every inch of you. “Fucking hell Y/n.” He whispered, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

“I’m not even doing anything.” You smirked, licking your lips slowly.

“You don’t have to. You’re always sexy.” The compliment rolled so easily off his tongue and it left you feeling so god damn breathless because Hyunjin said it with such sincerity in his voice. There was never a moment that you didn’t feel loved and special to him.

“Come here.” You beckoned. Hyunjin pushed off the door and crossed the space once more, crawling back onto the bed and into his previous position of hovering over you. Your heart swelled as butterflies fluttered in your stomach - caught off guard by how breathtakingly beautiful he was. The realization of just how much you loved him struck you and you couldn’t help but to vocalize those feelings. “God I love you.”

“I love you too.” He replied, a smile dancing across his beautifully tempting plush lips. “Can I show you?” He asked.

You smirked, nodding slowly. “You better. That was the whole reason why I texted you.” You snickered as Hyunjin rolled his eyes. He pressed gently against your shoulder and you fell back on the bed. Leaning down, Hyunjin’s lips brushed against yours in a ghost of a touch, leaving you whining out for a proper kiss.

“Speaking of texting, I should really punish you for that. Distracting me in class. Sending such a naughty picture on top of it,” he tsked. “You’re such a bad girl, Y/n.”

The thought of a punishment made you throb and you bit your lower lip to keep in the embarrassing moan that wanted to escape. It was tempting to let Hyunjin drag this all out. But you both knew you couldn’t take your time like you really wanted; a college dorm wasn’t the best place to have sex. “P-Please.” You choked out and he raised a brow at that. “No punishment. Just need you.”

“You need me?” There was a playful lilt in his voice, mirth dancing in his eyes as he dragged his hands up your thighs teasingly. “What do you need me to do? Hmmm?”

You hated how he teased you and how responsive your body was to it, thighs parting wider to make more room for him, which he gladly fell into. His fingers danced across your thighs, making them tremble as they moved higher. You couldn’t part your legs any wider than they already were - trying to entice Hyunjin to touch you where you so desperately wanted him too. Lifting your hips, you rolled them, a tiny gasp leaving your lips as fingers finally ghosted over your throbbing core. But it just wasn’t enough.

“Hyunjin,” You sobbed, eyes sparkling with unshed tears. You weren’t above begging and in fact you had a plea for more on the tip of your tongue, but it seemed Hyunjin was going to take pity on you and stop his teasing as his fingers skimmed back down and stroked your panty clad folds. “Oh, fuck yes,” you sighed deeply, muscles tensing before relaxing as your hips gave little thrusts for more friction.

“So wet, Y/n,” Hyunjin hummed as his fingers moved over the embarrassingly large wet spot on your panties. “Must have woken up horny. Is that it baby? Did you wake up all needy for my dick?” He asked. “Is that why you texted?”

You nodded your head quickly, lower lip once more trapped between your teeth for a brief moment before releasing it. “Yes. Had a dream you were eating me out.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Was really bummed when I woke up and found out it was a dream.” You muttered, eyelids fluttering closed as Hyunjin pulled the material to the side and slid two fingers between your slick folds, lightly grazing over your clit and making your body jolt at the sudden spike of pleasure.

“My poor baby.” He cooed, pulling his fingers away. You whined out, displeased at the loss of his touch and opened your eyes, watching as Hyunjin examined his wet fingers. Spreading them, you both marveled at the sticky strings connecting the two digits, Hyunjin’s giggle the only noise in the room. “Fuck Y/n, I still can’t get over how wet you get.” Grinning, Hyunjin brought his fingers up and slipped them between his plush lips, sucking them clean slowly with soft moans. You watched awe as Hyunjin cleaned his fingers like it was the best tasting treat he has ever experienced. And if you asked him, he probably would have said it was. There was something about tasting you that Hyunjin just couldn’t get enough of.

“So delicious.” He breathed out as he let his fingers fall from his lips. His tongue came out to swipe over them, catching any of your juices that he might have missed - eyes lidded as he looked you over with dark, hungry eyes. He looked ready to eat you alive and you were more than willing to offer yourself up on a silver platter to him. “Want more.” There was something primal and almost animalistic in those two words that has you shuddering down to your core. You wanted him to have more, so badly. With shaky hands you reached down, thumbs hooking under the waistband of your panties, pulling them off and tossing them to the floor.

Bare from the waist down, you did your best to stop from blushing under Hyunjin’s heated gaze. This wasn’t the first time the two of you had been intimate and it certainly wasn’t going to be the last, but you highly doubted you would ever get over how shy and slightly insecure you felt in front of him like this - how vulnerable you were. There were no words exchanged between you, the silence deafening, yet Hyunjin’s movements were quick and exact. Laying down in front of you, his large hands gripped your thighs tightly and you hoped they would leave bruises later as you struggled to close your legs and hide yourself from him.

“Stop.” The command made you gasp, heart stuttering as a warm knot of arousal coiled in your abdomen. Your muscles relaxed, thighs falling open and you flushed at the appreciative hum that Hyunjin let out. “Good girl.” Running his hands up your quivering thighs, his fingers graced over your folds, parting them and exposing your clit to the cool air of the room. It twitched and you moaned, shifting under him.

“Hyunjin.” You whined. He laughed lightly, shifting closer to your throbbing pussy, and you were sure he was just teasing you now. Knowing how badly you wanted his touch, he was just dangling it out on a string for you and you wanted so badly to just say “fuck it” and finish yourself off. But it wouldn’t be the same, nor feel as good, so you refrained and waited.

After blowing a few times against your core, Hyunjin finally moved in, tongue swiping delicately over your clit. You jerked, mouth falling open as a heady moan is ripped from you - body nearly convulsing at the sudden pleasure rippling through you. Snickering, Hyunjin repeated his action, going slower this time, tongue dragging over the hard nub. You whimpered, thighs trying to close once more, but Hyunjin’s hands kept them from doing so. Hyunjin’s tongue became insistent as he began to pick up the pace.

“Oh fuck, Hyunjin.” You gasped out, reaching down and tangling your fingers in his long locks. He laughed and you whimpered, the vibrations making you squirm under his ministrations. “Please, please, please.” You begged, nerves frayed from being so worked up for so long. Hyunjin hummed, pressed closer and you couldn’t hold back the moan ripped from your throat as he started sucking. It was sudden and intense and you couldn’t control how badly your thighs shook as your fingers tightened and tugged at his hair. Which was a mistake. Hyunjin groaned so deeply that you could feel it ripple deep through your core. Whining, you lifted your hips, rolling them to press your pussy as close as it could be against his mouth.

“Holy fuck.” You gasped, chest heaving as you tried to keep up with all the sensations you were feeling. Hyunjin alternated between circling your clit, lapping at it and sucking on it - occasionally slipping his tongue into your wet hole, groaning at the way you clenched around it. Heat coiled in your gut, growing hotter and tighter the more Hyunjin ate you out. He acted like a starved man, eating his first meal in weeks. His hands left your thighs and they closed instantly around his head, locking him in his place. It didn’t seem to bother him, however, as his hands found purchase on your hips and in a feat of great strength, he pushed himself up into a sitting position - your hips completely off the bed, held up only by his large hands and flexing arms. It was such a hot sight to see, a cry leaving you as you bucked against his mouth for more. “So good.”

Your moans only seemed to spur him on more and you didn’t think Hyunjin could eat you out any better than he already was, but his tongue twisted in a way you hadn’t felt before and after two more repeated swipes, your orgasm crashed through you. ”Hyunjin!” It was intense and unexpected and you curled in on yourself as you clutched and pulled at Hyunjin’s hair as you rode it out. “Oh baby, holy shit.” Falling back on the bed, you whined as Hyunjin continued to lick over your pussy, growing sensitive in the afterglow of your orgasm. You gave a few tugs to his hair and finally released you, carefully lowering you back down on the bed.

Groaning, you laid there - blissed out - and watched as he awkwardly tried to sit down on the bed. Raising a brow, you cocked your head slightly. “What’s wrong.”

“Nothing!” He answered a bit too quickly and you were 100% sure that it was a bold face lie. “Um, I’d hate to eat and run but…” he trailed off and squirmed and slowly the pieces started to come together.

“Baby boy, did you make a mess in your pants?” You cooed, a smirk playing on your lips. Hyunjin whined and bit his bottom lip, giving a shy nod. “Aw baby, you’re so cute.” You laughed. Hyunjin gently slapped your leg and stared at you nervously.

“Is it okay if I go? I don’t want to be in these for long and I have another class.” You weren’t very pleased with the idea of Hyunjin just leaving like that, but you were the one who enticed him into missing half of his class, so it was only fair you let him go.

“Alright fine. But I demand cuddles later.” You pouted. He smiled and nodded, leaning down and pecking your lips.

“Of course baby. I’ll see you later.” He carefully stood up, adjusted his pants with a grimace and you laughed gleefully at his displeasure. Hyunjin was entertaining when it came to facial expressions and this was no different. “Meanie.” He whined.

“I love you too.” Blowing a kiss, you waved as he made a hasty exit from your dorm room and you prayed he at least made it back to his own dorm without anyone seeing him. As funny as it was, it wouldn’t be so funny if someone actually saw your boyfriend with a wet spot on his pants. Laying back in bed, you let your eyes close to catch a nap, head filled images of you cuddling with Hyunjin later and you absolutely couldn’t wait.

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[isshebreathing]

Sharing my first resus story, please be kind:

Bringing up our child pt: 1

We sat together on the sofa trying to avoid the heat. Both sprawled out in nothing but a tank top and underwear, her bulging belly mounted in the center of her body like a rapidly growing hill to climb.

I was the one who wanted to give birth to a child, she would have been perfectly fine with adoption, but I was so desperate to experience a pregnancy my weak heart could never support that she agreed to carry our child.

Pregnancy had been awful for Lizzy, I knew it but she never complained, she would never complain because she loved me that much. She sat up suddenly and asked for antacids, it wasn’t uncommon so we’d started keeping them all around the house like little candy jars. She chews two and sits up to get more comfortable, despite siting directly in front of the air conditioner and a fan I notice beads of sweat forming on her forehead. These hot flashes had been happening at night, she’d wake up covered in sweat, make her way to the bathroom and take a cold shower, then make her way back, to bed I’d sit with her in the bathroom and offer to get her ice or a cold washcloth but she always declined, “just need to wash the sweat off” she’d say.

She was usually so reluctant to accept help, which was why I was surprised when she asked me to get her a cold washcloth and some ice.

As soon as I got back panic began to rise in my throat, she had shifted from the sofa to the floor on all fours, panting as her body started to drip with sweat. “Call for help,” she said weakly, “I can’t get up.”

“911 can you please give me your address?”

“1217 east main st, my wife is pregnant and something is wrong, please send someone to help, she looks really bad, she can’t get up and she’s dripping with sweat.”

“Okay ma’am I need you to stay calm, is you wife breathing?”

“Yes she is, she’s on the floor on her hands and knees, she can’t get up, she’s breathing really heavily”

Lizzy looks up at me with pleading in her eyes and doesn’t try to reassure me, I know something must really be wrong.

“Ma’am I need you to give me this info okay”

My mind snaps back into the phone call as I realize the dispatcher is trying to get information from me.

“How far along is she?”

“Six months, she’s due in September, she hasn’t had anything like this happen before, please hurry, I have a heart condition and I cannot help her up”

“Ma’am they are coming as fast as they can…”

I panic further as Lizzy’s eyes roll back in her head and she face plants into the floor, letting out a horrific groan and violently seizing

“Oh my god send help now she’s having a seizure”

“Okay ma’am you’re going to have to be calm to help her okay,”

“Don’t tell me go calm down bitch, my wife and child are seizing uncontrollably on the floor, I will freak out as much as I can thank you.” I think to myself.

“Is she still seizing?”

“Yes.” I snap back, “Oh fuck how long has it been”

“Okay I need you to roll her on her side and make sure there’s nothing in her mouth that she can choke on.”

I grab her back under her bloated belly and heave her onto her left side, she continues shaking and gasping in a horrific noise, I pry her mouth open and sweep my finger through it as a sickeningly pale foam gorges out.

The seizing slows but she continues to gasp horrible breaths, desperate for air. Her body goes limp as she desperately tries to pull air into her lungs one last time. Her eyes glaze over as she stares off into something that I cannot see.

I push my two fingers to the side of her throat to confirm my worst fear, her heart has stopped.

“Fuck she’s in cardiac arrest, send someone now!” I scream to the dispatcher as I rush to the front closet to get the “just in case” kit that Lizzy put there after one of my episodes. “Unlock the front door” a large note says on top, reminding me to open the house for the paramedics that I pray would be here soon. A wave of appreciation for my wife’s continuing fear that I would suddenly drop dead washed over me.

I rush back to her and I see her lying there sickingly still and with a blank stare as her body rapidly turns a horrifying gray/blue color.

“Ma’am can you hear me? What is happening now?”

I realize I haven’t responded to the dispatcher since screaming about Lizzy going into cardiac arrest.

“She’s in cardiac arrest, we have a defibrillator and a breathing kit, I have a very weak heart, I need help now”

“Ma’am they’re coming as fast as they safely can, what is happening now”

I flip Lizzy on her back and try to stay calm as the mound of her belly turns the same sickingly gray/blue color as the rest of her body. I rip off her top and have a bashful moment as her milk swollen breasts flop off to the sides, distracted for a moment by how beautiful my wife’s full and soft body was. I put one AED pad in between her breasts and lifting her up gently to place one between her shoulder blades. Putting one on her side like is usually advised would risk the shock jumping over to the baby and forcing the fetal heart rate out of control. The shock had to go directly into Lizzy’s heart to try and convince it to start.

“Analyzing rhythm, do not touch patient.”

The wait seems like hours before it says “shock advised”

I hesitate before pushing the flashing button, a shock goes through Lizzy jolting her limbs in an unnatural form as the mound in her belly shakes.

“Check pulse, if no pulse continue CPR”

I stick my fingers below her chin and feel nothing.

“Fuck please send someone now, I have a very weak heart I can’t do much CPR”

The dispatcher replies but I don’t comprehend what she says as I lock both of my hands over her chest and push down as hard and as fast as my weak and pathetic body will allow me to.

“One and two and three and four…” I count to myself, it’s the only thing from my YMCA CPR class that has stuck. I get to thirty and I swipe my finger through her mouth again removing more yellowish foam that I now notice has red streaks in it.

I tilt her head back and pinch her nose shut, I can feel my heart weakly pounding as I cover her mouth with mine and weakly breathing into her as her chest rises, I repeat the action again, then frantically comtinue compressions “one and two and three and four and…”

The defibrillator pipes up with its computerized voice again, “analyzing rhythm, do not touch patient.” I feel weirdly comforted that I have this sentient machine by my side.

Another agonizing few seconds pass before the machine says “shock advised” as the machine is powering up I look in the orange bag my wife diligently packed never expecting it to be used to sustain her own life, I see an ambu bag attached to a mouthpiece and another little bag with a hose attached and a note that says “O2 concentrator” I connect the tube to my oxygen concentrator and turn it on I hear the loud air intake noise as I push “shock” again.

The shock is stronger this time, Lizzy’s body contorts again in an unnatural surge. I push my fingers into her corroded again and feel nothing. I stick the plastic piece into her mouth to keep her tongue out of the way and slip it into the mask, and then squeeze the bag as two deep oxygenated breaths make her chest rise more than my pathetic weak lungs could ever imagine.

I lock my hands in the center of her chest again and start compressions “one and two and three and four and…” I can feel my heart start to murmur and skip from the strain.”

“Somebody please help” I scream in desperation, the thought of losing both my wife and child slips through my mind as I pump her chest harder, fully prepared to kill myself in order to save them.

My head starts to spin as I fill her lungs with another breath from the ambu bag. There’s a ringing in my ears as I start my weak compressions again “one and two and three and four and…” I feel my body weaken knowing it will never be enough. “I’m so sorry Lizzy” I thought as I failed to keep her heart beating for either her or our child.

I feel a hand on my shoulder pull me back as a hand puts an oxygen mask over my face as I gasp to fill my useless lungs with air. Someone shoves a nitroglycerin tablet into my mouth and slips a pulse ox meter on my finger.

“That’s it honey, deep breaths, just like that” they say.

I weakly try to remove the oxygen mask and choke out the words “no, her, baby”

“They’re on it” the woman moves aside to reveal three paramedics surrounding Lizzy and working in a perfectly choreographed dance.

One woman pounds on Lizzy’s chest so hard her breasts and belly cave in as a sicking “huf huf huf” sound escapes her mouth with each compression.

Another man kneels buy her feet with a stethoscope to her belly.

“We have a fetal heartbeat, holding steady at about 100, baby’s very stressed though.

I am suddenly terrified for the life of my child. “Please stay alive baby,” I thought, “I will give my weakly beating heart to keep you alive”

I continue to suck up oxygen through the mask as I feel my chest start to open and my heart return to a normal pace. I notice Lizzy’s feet bending inward with each intense compression as they rock her whole body. I see another medic tilt Lizzy’s head back and slip a metal hook into it to force her jaw open and insert a plastic tube. She suctions up the blood and foam that had been blocking Lizzy’s throat, then hooked up an ambu bag and forced precious air into her lungs.

“STAND CLEAR” someone yells and I see them blast another shock through her heart. This one was stronger than the others and her body jolted and then hit the ground flopping uselessly like a rag doll.

I watch in a haze until the words “we have a sinus rhythm, let’s pack up for transport.” snap me back into reality.

The paramedic kneeling next to me says”we have your wife and baby back but they’re still in a lot of danger, we are going to take them to the hospital now. You are going to follow them, your heart rate is very high and your pulse ox is very low.

[moldisgoodforyou]

92 days

source: @obi-kin​

warnings: mentions of sexual content, cursing 

wordcount: 2k

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“Rafe, if you’re just gonna hang around, make yourself useful and start packing.” Sophie directed. He had been extra clingy in the month before she left (though she didn’t mind one bit), and was currently trying to tug her down onto the bed while she laid out clothes for her trip.

“Or, hear me out, what if you stayed and didn’t go at all?” He leaned over and hooked his fingers in the belt loop of her jeans, pulling her down onto his lap.

She frowned. “It’s only three months, baby -”

“I know, I know.” He quickly cut her off with a kiss, not wanting to make her feel bad. She’d picked up the pet name for him recently, and he suspected it was mainly out of her feeling a little guilt for leaving him, but he didn’t question it for a second. His hands found their familiar resting place on the curve of her hips. “I’m kidding, it’s okay. I know how long you’ve been dreaming of this.”

Sophie brightened a little and gave him a longer kiss, running her fingers through his hair before she climbed off his lap. “I’ll facetime you at least once a week, and I’ll call as much as I can. Okay?”

“Just once a week?” He scowled, flopping back into the bed when she moved off him. “That doesn’t sound like nearly enough talking.”

“Probably more, but I don’t know how busy I’ll be. I don’t want to make any promises I can’t keep.” She kept carefully folding her shirts, her tongue poking out a little in concentration as she tried to get the perfect space-saving fold she’d seen in one of many packing YouTube videos she’d watched.

He smiled, just watching her for a moment. “What if you facetime me when you’re getting lunch? If you’re alone?”

She cocked her head. “You want to just sit there and watch me eat?”

“Well...yeah. I like just being around you.” He gestured to her suitcases and her current task at hand. “S’not like every conversation has to be riveting.”

Sophie smirked, teasing. “Aw, Rafe, you’re gonna miss me.”

He scowled again and stood, sliding both his arms securely around her from behind. “Course I’m gonna miss you. That’s...I don’t know how many days without you.”

She leaned back into him and rested her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes for a moment. “92. Until you visit.”

“Christ.” He mumbled into her hair, not having realized how long it truly was. He tried not to let himself think about it and to just enjoy their time while they were still physically together instead. “I’m visiting for two whole weeks, then I’m bringing you home with me.” He grinned and pressed a kiss to her temple. “And I was thinking...what if we didn’t stay in Barcelona the whole time?”

She turned in his arms, looking up at him curiously. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. If you’re down. I know you’re doing a few trips while you’re there, but. Maybe I could plan it for us?”

She furrowed her brow a little. “Like a surprise?”

“No, I know you hate those.” He grinned knowingly as she gave him a sheepish smile. “We could pick the places together though, and I can figure out all the logistics and stuff.” Before she could open her mouth again, he sensed her hesitation and quickly added, “And I want to take care of it. All of it.”

“Rafe -” She started to protest, thinking of his typical standard for vacations he’d been on with his family.

“Please? We can stay in cool student hostels and take train rides and everything, I won’t make it fancy. Promise.” He gave her a forehead kiss in hopes of convincing her, knowing that usually broke her down.

“Hm...” She glanced up, seeming to calculate the days in her head. “At least give me three days to show you around in Barcelona, and we have a deal. But I get to pick the hostels.”

He grinned, giving her a big kiss. “You got it.”

She smiled back against his lips, leaning more into him as he slid his hands under the hem of her shirt and up her sides, distracted for a moment. After a couple minutes of slow, lazy kissing, she pulled away when he teasingly bit her lower lip. “Wait, no, I have to pack -”

“No, Soph -” He groaned, trying to kiss her again. She dodged it and his lips brushed against her ear instead, then she pushed him back a little with one hand on his chest. “Let me finish this suitcase and then we can do whatever you want.”

“Whatever?” He raised his eyebrows, slowly smirking.

“Um...sure. I just need to finish folding these tops, then throw in socks and underwear. Put yourself to use and grab mine?” She gave him a quick kiss before slipping out of his loose grip, turning back to the bed to start folding.

He grinned and strolled over to her dresser behind her back, pulling out multiple lacy pairs that were hardly considered functional, until he found a sheer black bra with lace trim and little flowers embroidered on it shoved in the very back of the drawer. “Sophie Flint!”

She whipped around to see it dangling from his finger and stalked over, grabbing it away. “I didn’t say root around in the drawers!”

“You told me to pack! Why have you never worn that before?!”

She hid it behind her back, cheeks growing red. “It was supposed to be a surprise!”

“I mean, shit, consider me surprised.” A slow smirk spread across his face and he turned back to the drawer. “Is it a matching set?”

She jumped in front of the drawer, shaking her head quickly. “Stop, I don’t want you to see the rest.”

“There’s more?!”

“You’re ruining the surprise!” She laughed, trying to nudge him back with just her foot. “And the underwear you picked out is horrible, am I supposed to work out in a lacy thong? I rarely ever wear these.”

“I see absolutely no issue with that.” He grinned, trying to reach around her to grab the bra again. “I want to see that on you.”

“No, Rafe, not yet -”

“You leave in three days. How many more do you have?”

“Well maybe they weren’t all for you to see before I left.”

He frowned, tilting his head. “I don’t get it.”

“Think, Cameron.” She successfully nudged him away and stashed the bra back in her drawer, along with the underwear he picked out.

He stood there, extra confused. “It’s not for someone else.”

“Right.”

“But I can’t see it before you leave.”

“Correct.”

She swore she could see the wheels turning in his head. “Oh? Do you mean - ?”

She grinned, confirming his suspicions. “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. You’ll have to wait and see.”

His eyes lit up and he grabbed her around the waist abruptly, lifting her off the ground. “Tell me!”

Sophie giggled, squirming in his arms. “I’m not gonna tell you! Let me go!”

He laughed and tossed her onto the bed unceremoniously, then leaned over her, skating his fingers up her sides. She pushed on his chest gently, shaking her head with a smile. “Rafe, c’mon.”

He crawled over her and kissed her, long and slow. When he finally pulled away to take a breath, his fingers tangled in her hair, he sighed. “God, I’m gonna miss the hell out of you.”

She frowned and cupped his cheek, keeping him close. “Stop, I don’t want to think about it just yet. Don’t get sad on me.”

Rafe rolled over to lay next to her, head propped up on his elbow. “Promise me you won’t leave me for some handsome Spaniard?”

“I would never, don’t even joke about it.” She scowled and he instinctively reached out, smoothing his thumb over the bridge of her nose. She immediately broke into a grin. “Eres mía, pase lo que pase.”

“Hey, don’t forget your boyfriend is stupid and only knows English.” He teased, leaning over to kiss her again.

“You’re not stupid, I don’t like when you say that.” She frowned and kissed him harder, as if it was reassurance. “I said you’re mine, no matter what.”

“I like the sound of that.” He nudged his nose against hers, just wanting to be impossibly close. “We’re gonna be okay, right?”

“Yeah. We’ll be just fine.” Sophie reached out and pulled him closer, wrapping her arm around his waist. “Wish I could take you with me.”

“That’d be a hell of a lot more fun than my dad’s office.” His face fell just thinking about it. “It’s gonna be so boring.”

“Didn’t you apply to that internship?” She questioned, cocking her head. “So you could stay here with Colin?”

“Yeah, I haven’t heard back yet though. And it wouldn’t start ‘til the middle of June, so I would have to be at home for a while anyways.”

“I’m sure you’ll get it. You’re smart, you know that. Don’t get in your head like you do.” Sophie started kissing along his jawline, down his neck.

He let his eyes fall shut and his head drop back, practically melting under her touch. “Hey. Angel.”

“Hm?” She hummed against his skin, pushing the hem up his shirt up his chest. Rafe threaded his fingers through her hair, letting out a satisfied noise when she started working at his belt. “Aren’t you - don’t you -”

She glanced up, amused by how easy she could distract him. “Use your words, handsome.” She nipped along his hipbone, soothing over the spots with her tongue right after.

“Your packing...” He mumbled.

“Oh!” She rolled off him immediately and he groaned when her hand brushed over his length, then reached out for her. “Wait, no, Soph, don’t leave me hanging -”

“Give me ten minutes and I can finish this suitcase.” She promised, her other task at hand instantly forgotten as she started folding more clothes.

“Sophieee.” He whined, drawing out the vowels. “Three minutes.”

“Eight.”

“Five.”

“Seven. Or help me, and it can be five.”

“You already yelled at me for folding something the wrong way earlier,” he pointed out with a grumble.

“Okay, so seven.” She shot him a grin and he shook his head, sighing. “You’re the biggest tease I’ve ever met.”

“I’m not teasing! I told you I had to pack even if you came over!” She replied, indignant. “It’s not my fault, I get distracted when it comes to you.”

“Yeah?” He propped himself up on his elbows, grinning.

“Yeah. You’re pretty.”

He blushed and immediately went to rub the back of his neck, flustered. “Pretty? You mean handsome.”

“No, I mean pretty.” She laughed and leaned over, running her finger along the contours of his face. “I like your cheekbones, and your strong jaw, and the way your hair flops into your eyes when it gets a little too long.”

“Soph.” He scowled, poking his tongue out to lick her finger when she ran it over her lips. She laughed, wiping it on his cheek. “Gross. I like your lips - and what they can do to me -”

“Dirty girl.” He grinned and she shoved at his chest. “Shut up, I’m not done. I like when you don’t shave for a few days and you get this shadow, it makes you look a little older and it’s really hot.” She paused, skating her knuckle along his jawline. “But don’t take that as an invitation to grow a beard.”

“I’m gonna try when you’re gone. Just for kicks.” He teased.

She rolled her eyes and pulled away to finish packing, tucking the last shirt into her carefully placed sections then zipped it shut easily. “There, done. I’m all yours.”

He grinned and tugged her back down on top of him immediately, hands going straight to her waist. “That’s what I like to hear.”

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[heartbreakgrill]

Quarantea; Calum Hood

description: in which you supply the pink-cupped tea calum drinks on video call with the boys, and you overhear some interesting news.

“Baby, do you want some tea?” You leaned around the corner of the kitchen, kettle steaming down on the stove which had just been shut off. You tilted your head to the side, eyeing the door of the music room where Calum was booting up the video chat.

He spun in his chair at the sound of your voice and tugged the earphones off his head. The video chat commenced, displaying Ashton chowing down some fish fingers, Luke’s empty couch, and Michael very obviously playing a video game.

“Yes, please!” He called back, “With a-“

“Quarter cup milk and two tablespoons of sugar,” you bit down on your bottom lip and suppressed your grin.

“Love you,” Calum sheepishly turned back to the computer, cheeks scrunched up with a smile.

“I wuv you, Y/N, aw, mm, mm, mm,” Ashton leaned close to his mic, making smooch noises and scrunching his face up.

“Shut up, mate,” Calum flipped him off and rocked back and forth on the computer chair. “You’re just jealous my girls making me tea.”

“I am. I would kill to have some of Y/N’s tea right now.” Ashton dipped another fish finger into a plate of tarter sauce off camera.

Michael nodded his head in agreement, “Some of her tea, her pie, her lasagna, cake, cupcakes-“

“Oh, God, her homemade Mac-and-Cheese,” Luke interrupted, sitting crisscross on his couch.

You were stirring the spoon in the pink mug when you heard Ashton first say your name. You paused outside of the room, slippered foot hooking around your ankle as you learn against the door frame. A smile played on your face as your hand slowed.

“Lucky me,” Calum replied, “I get to have all that whenever I want to.”

“Is that why you’re gonna ask her to marry you?” Michael chortled.

Though Calum had his headphones in, the boys were loud and the house was quiet enough for you to hear them. Your eyes widened only slightly, but you weren’t all that surprised. You knew that, eventually, he’d had you to marry him because you’d discussed it before quarantine began.

“Yeah, yeah,” Calum hung his head, eyeing the box that was stuffed inside his desk drawer.

“Wait, where were you gonna do it again?” Ashton said through a mouth full of fish fingers.

Calum grinned, “San Franscisco. It’s her favorite song that we made and she loves the view of the bridge from that little hill.”

Luke pouted his bottom lip, Michael paused his game, and Ashton’s eyes literally filled with tears.

“Oh, my Gosh,” Ash responded.

“That sounds beautiful, Cal,” Luke added with a sad tone.

Your jaw dropped lightly, a single tear spilling down your cheek. You sniffled softly and wiped it away. Fist closed, you tapped your knuckles against the door, pushing it open a little more.

Calum spun his chair around, face turning red when he saw you shuffle inside the room. Luke, Ashton, and Michael went quiet, attempting to look anywhere but the camera.

“Oh, hey,” Calum attempted to look casual, as if he hasn’t just dished to his best friends all the details about his engagement plans. “Thank you.”

You moved towards him, a shy grin on your face. “You’re welcome.”

It was obvious you had heard what he said, but you wouldn’t spoil it for him.

You pressed a quick kiss on his cheek and waved at the boys. You placed a hand on the back of his chair, leaning down into frame. “Hey, guys, maybe I can make some pies and stuff and bring ‘em over. Drop ‘em off on the doorstep.”

Calum stared in awe at you, the hairs curled around your ear, the thin dew of oil staining your skin from the nap you’d just woken up from. You were wearing his black CALM hoodie, the strings uneven, the sleeves down past your knuckles, and leggings cinched to your ankles with fuzzy socks.

“We’d love it if you did that,” Ashton spoke for the three, speaking to you, but his eyes on Calum.

In fact, Luke and Michael were watching Calum, too. He looked so sick in love, eyes glinting with utter adoration.

“Okay. Just text the chat and let me know what you want. I’m going grocery shopping tomorrow. Online pickup is too busy,” you shrugged when Luke’s face flashed with confusion.

They nodded respectively before waving goodbye as you walked out the door. Just before you shut it, though, Calum took off his earphones and followed you. He nudged you into the hallway, fingers wrapping around your waist and lips attaching to yours.

You caught yourself on his shoulders, “Woah, rockstar, slow down. What?”

He leaned his forehead on yours, “You heard.”

You blushed, “I did, but- no matter. As far as I’m concerned my boyfriend and I want to get engaged, but I have no idea where or when he’s gonna do it. Personally, I wouldn’t care if he did it on the toilet. I’d still say...maybe.” You spoke with sarcasm, emitting a giggle at your final word.

Calum hugged you tight, pressing his face into your neck. “I love you.”

“Love you, too, baby.” you pulled away and nudged him towards the ajar door. “Now go see your actual spouses. I’m sure they’re dying to hear all about that bass line you wrote.”

With a unhidden grin and swollen cheeks, he shut the door, only to arrive with Ashton making more kissing noises, Luke singing the famous “sitting in a tree,” and Michael’s face flashing with the light from a video game.

[pirate-kwazii]

Watching Ring Of Fire now so here’s more of my thoughts

Is that a fence in the water

Is everyone groaning about the sea urchin and crab or yawning? I can’t tell

Okay I’ve had the Vegimals song stuck in my head for awhile now

Kwazii’s alarm clock shoots tennis balls at him- same

And Dashi starts the day with yoga

Tweaks fell asleep playing video games mood

Shellington what the fUCK

Tf is that- is that lava?!?

Oh ring of fire like the volcanoes- I feel stupid now

They’re doing their role call out of order

What the fuck Kwazii why did you eat 17 kelp cakes

Is the only thing you eat is seaweed

VIDEO TRAINING VIDEO TRAINING

*terrible accordion playing* *everyone winces*

How many cousins do you have peso?!?!

Kwazii: I’m going out and FAST!!!!

Captain: *eyebrow raise*

Kwazii: I mean I’m checking the engine

MORE GUPS?!?!

“Don’t push the Z button” Kwazii is definitely going to press it I bet all 3 of my dollars

Wait why did Peso and Barnacles need a Gup if they were taking the octopod?!

How much time does Tweak have to keep making all these gups?!

Aw Kwazii loves that Gup so much

WHAT IS BARNACLES WEARING WHAT THE HELL NO

Kwazii’s copying it omg-

Shellington and Dashi are such nerd friends it’s actually adorable

Tremors those are probably important

Ring-shape? Like the ring of fire-

Oh no comms are down

A TSUNAMI?!?!

Mateys you should’ve stayed at the Octopod

Kwazii saved Tweak’s life and now it’s flooding

Why don’t they know about the Ring of Fire if they LIVE in the ocean

Oh no the comms are down they can’t reach them!!!!

Damn at least no one is alone...

Of course the Chinstrap Penguins live on a volcano

Well at least Shellington and Dashi are alright and above water so there’s a lower chance of drowning

“How does he know I’m an octonaut?” Maybe it’s because you’re wearing the octonauts colors and the logo all over it

Wow itd be faster to push the stupid thing

Last time you guys followed the screaming sound there was a tsunami

Well at least you found the whales you wanted to find

“I’ve always wanted to see a whale but not like this!” I’d sure hope so Shellington

Of course the volcano erupts

Tweak Kwazii are ya okay?!

THEY DONT HAVE AIR TANKS ON THEM OH NO

TWEAK!!!

Now is not the time to copy Barnacles- holy shit it worked

She just noticed that?!

Shit you guys are stuck

Kwazii beggars can’t be choosers

Why is that the only way to get across Tweak

No Tweak pay attention

ITS ON FIRE

I really hope you guys can hold your breath

She’s pulling a Ladybug and the things she looks at glow now

Improvised fire extinguisher

WHY IS EVERYTHING ON FIRE ARENT YOU UNDERWATER

Eww they landed in seaweed and a banana peel

Why does everyone end in the garbage disposal- sorry compost

Oh he almost fell in-

*opens door and floods room* Guess we’re swimming after all

Tunip leave him it’s natural selection

Grouber just sits and eats during a panic- same

“Lesson Nine- dealing with disasters” what

Why is the background of those videos so bad

I mean it’s rad but also bad

Tunip: *hands the Vegimals a bunch of shovels* good luck

Mateys how did that dirt pile work-

*quickly unplants all the seaweed*

*vacuums the animals*

LEAVE THE SEAWEED YOU HAVE ENOUGH

“You gotta save us!” Why didn’t you get their attention sooner?

Why do none of them notice the volcanoes that they live on/near

We’ve seen the rafts it won’t work

How the hell did you think of that

Is that even possible

They only leave Inkling in charge when legit no one else is there

Kwazii and Tweak: *mimic pirates, rabbits and Barnacles*

Peso and Barnacles: *mimic penguins*

How was the lava that aLMOST COOKED YOUR EGGS NOT A WARNING SIGN

Wow Inkling is not good at this I see why he’s never in charge

Even Kwazii and the Vegimals have managed the octopod better than that

Why is there is Disco Ball

Why does it always switch to the training videos

“Dashi’s so good at this” yeah it’s almost like it’s her JOB

There was a BUTTON FOR THAT EXACT REASON AND YOU DIDNT THINK TO PRESS IT FIRST?!?!?!

Took you long enough jeez

What is they fall off of the “slide”

“Mothers and babies first” anyone else can perish

Well that egg is dead

Oh never mind he got it

WHY DIDNT YOU TWO GET ON THE SIDE TOO TWEAK WOULD UNDERSTAND

I mean she and Kwazii are trying not to be set on fire so I’m sure she’d get it

“I just hope everyone else is okay” well shellington and Dashi are stuck on a volcano that’s exploding trying to get a beached whale out on a very slow Gup, the Vegimals are trying to evacuate the garden, and Tweak and Kwazii are trying to get out of the burning and flooding repair area so no I don’t think anyone else is okay

“This isn’t working” no really Dashi

Oh the crabs know Kwazii that explains so much

Another Training Video?!

The crew all look so nervous when they appear in a training videos

Oh now Dashi and Shellington are mimicking Tweak

Poor Shellington he’s clumsy

“I have to say I.. really like that plan” yea cuz it’s the one that doesn’t involve you burning in the lava

Shellingtons getting a workout in oof

He’s about to fall into the lava

Now the crabs about to fall into the water

Oh god he’s screwed

Crab jump on the whale- now he’s flying

Shellington get out of the lava!!!

Alright some people are safe

Oh never mind the other volcanoes are erupting too

That water level is dangerously high are they gonna be okay

Kwazii don’t phrase it like that it sounds like you’ll die

KWAZII!!!!!

Oh god oh no his tail

Mimicking Barnacles saved the day

TWEAK!!! KWAZII!!!

Oh they are alright thank god

They’re gonna be traumatized from this- *angst time*

“And how will we get up there” Kwazii making good points again

Kwazii with a grappling hook is a terrifying idea please get one

And now they find out the comms are down

Kwazii trying to be helpful

WHY DOES SHE HAVE AN EMERGENCY CARROT STASH

KWAZII GOT ONE TOO

Another video but this ones useless-

TWEAK YOU TURNED OFF THE POWER

They sounded the octo alert together!!!

Babies

EVERYONES OKAY!!!!

OF COURSE THERES ANOTHER ONE

Kwazii and Tweak: ya we’re good

Also them: *trying to not to drown or burn*

They are all gonna connect to each other like Voltron aren’t they

KWAZII DID PRESS IT IM NOT LOSING MY $3 TODAY!!!

Tweak: I got a plan

*crashes through the hatch*

Kwazii: *excited cat sounds*

Yeah they’re going together naturally

“Mega Gup Z” epic naming skills Tweak

“Seat swap” “wait a minute- WHOA”

“It’s completely covered in sea creatures” there’s no way you get all of them

Oh good some are swimming away

“Sit tight” they can’t really do anything else Captain

Do we know where they go after being S U C C E D into the mega Gup z?

And now rocks are everywhere

Kwazii’s excited cat noises are giving me life

Couldn’t the crabs walk away?

Oh no they’re getting stuck in the volcano-

Oh they’re good thank Neptune

Dashi: yea it’s bout to erupt we gotta go

Peso: I saw something inside there we gotta go look

Does Peso want them to die

Of course the animals sound snobby

“Why ever would we do that” CUZ ITS ERUPTING i swear all the creatures have the IQ of a walnut

“I didn’t even make a button for it” bruh

Yeah just like Voltron

Kwazii: *even more excited cat noises cuz he gets to destroy things*

Why do you all name the moves with the word “mantis” in front of them?

They all share one braincell and Barnacles and Peso have it 90% of the time

Tweak gets the other 10%

Everyone else runs on pure chaotic energy

“Tweak Status Report!” Tweak: WE ARE FUCKED

Let Tweak say “Fuck” 2k21

Kwazii: *e x c i t e d c a t n o i s e s*

*throws sea creatures at whale*

*blows up into five gups in massive explosion in front of erupting volcano*

Is all that sea urchin thinks about is food

“You know what I’d like? Dinner” “you know what pal, that sounds great”

“Have the eruptions stopped” “yea but that’s not what I called about”

Is Inkling trying to be more than that guy who sits in his library all day?

Yea it’s not hatching because of the bandage all around it

Please say the egg doesn’t die

Oh it’s alive good

Octonauts: remember that island that got destroyed by a volcano? Would you like to live on an island that volcano created?

Penguins: not really

Octonauts: too bad

Vegitoa? Wow

ITS THAT STUPID SONG AGAIN LAST TIME IT WAS IT MY HEAD FOR TWO WEEKS

“It still felt like we were working as a team” maybe cuz you were all copying each other the whole time

“You really, really need to update those training videos” yeah fair enough

Of course the Vegimals still remember the dance

I see what the hype was about that was a fantastic movie mateys... though everyone’s probably gonna have some problems after that

[thefloorisbalaclava]

a/n: you didn’t exactly ask for this, but i wrote it anyway. i hope you like it! (and i kept it under 2k! lol)

warnings: smut - exactly what it says in the ask lol

Frankie had been dying to bring you up here. Even as he drove, he kept glancing at you excitedly, looking for your reaction as the road led you deeper into the mountains. You smiled dreamily out the window, watching the raindrops as they left paths against it.

“I used to make them race,” he said suddenly, and you looked at him.

“Hm?”

“The raindrops. When I was little, I would pretend the raindrops were racing each other down the window. Kept me entertained on long rides.” He smiled fondly and you took his free hand in yours.

“I honestly don’t know how you do it, but you get more adorable to me every damn day.” You kissed his hand then looked ahead. “At least it’s not snow.”

“Rain, snow, whatever…I’m just happy we’re finally able to get up here together. A nice, long weekend with each other.”

“I can’t believe you have a cabin. That’s so cool.”

“Just a little…escape. No one else knows about it. Used to come up…before I met you…just to get away from all the noise.” He looked straight ahead, smiling. You could tell because of the dimple.

“Thank you for sharing your secret spot with me.”

“Our secret spot now.” He turned down a road you certainly would have missed. There was a path left by the other trips he’s taken up here but not much else. When the cabin came into view you gasped.

“Holy shit,” you whispered. The rain stopped as well as if it knew you wanted to get out and admire it. The view was something else as well. As soon as Frankie stopped the car, you hopped out and stared at the well-built cabin. “This is gorgeous.”

“Nothing compared to you but…it’s pretty nice.” He walked over and stood beside you, putting his arm around your shoulder. “It’s nice to finally share it with someone.” You turned to him and he kissed you. It was supposed to be a quick kiss, but you couldn’t seem to break away from each other. The rain had other ideas though as another downpour began.

“Shit!” you yelled, and Frankie handed you the keys.

“Get the door open! I’ll get our stuff!” He ran to the car and grabbed all the bags then ran back to you where you waited with the door open. “Never made out in the rain before,” he joked as he made it inside.

“Well, now we can both cross it off our bucket list.” You stood by the door and kicked off your shoes. “We’d better take all our wet stuff off right here.”

“You cold?” he asked, and you nodded. He removed his boots and jogged over to the fireplace. There was wood stacked beside it and he immediately started adding a few logs. It seemed that no sooner had you removed your clothes than he had a fire started.

“You’re good at that.” You walked over, immediately feeling the warmth of the fire. He stared up at you where you stood in only your underwear.

“I sure as hell don’t need a fire to warm me up now.” He stood and wrapped his arms around you making you squeal.

“Frankie! You’re freezing! Get those wet clothes off now!”

He chuckled as he moved away from you and stripped down to his boxer briefs. When he stood beside you again, he held his hands out in front of the fire trying to get them warm.

“Hurry up,” he mumbled.

“What?”

“I want my hands to warm up so I can touch you,” he admitted.

“Here, lemme see if I can help. Let’s sit.” You sat on the plush carpet in front of the fireplace and he joined you. “Gimme.” He put his hands in yours and you began rubbing them and blowing on them the way your mom did when you were little. He watched you the whole time, loving the way the firelight seemed to make you glow. “There. That’s better, hm?”

“Much better. Now, come here." He tapped his lap then held his arms open. You climbed onto his lap and kissed him right away. “Mm, talk about warm…”

“You’re the warm one. My personal heater…most of the time, at least.” You felt his fingers fiddling with your bra. “Sir…”

“I got it,” he said, and you laughed at the determination etched into his face. “Ha! See…” Your bra fell away with some help from him and he tossed it.

“I’m gonna have to find that later.”

“I’m here to help.” He kissed at your bare skin making you tremble. “Are you still cold?”

“No. That tremble is for an entirely different reason,” you reassured.

“Oh? Is it because I did this?” He kissed your neck, dragging his tongue over it lightly and you trembled again. “Guess it is.”

“You know exactly what you do to me, Frankie.”

“Do I?” he asked innocently.

“You do.” You ran your fingers through his wet hair, scratching at his scalp and he closed his eyes, a groan rumbling somewhere deep in his chest. “Like that?” You looked down. “Yeah…you do.” Even in just the light from the fire you could see his face flush.

“Babe…” You kissed him, taking any ounce of shyness he had left away. He looked up to you, dazed by love and lust and everything in between as you pressed yourself against him. “Bedroom?”

You shook your head. “Right here.” You looked at the fire. “Always wanted to try this…” He whined as you stood from his lap, but you didn’t stay away long. Your panties slid down to your ankles and he helped you step out of them, kissing your legs as he did.

“Hold on,” he said nodding to the mantel above the fireplace.

“What? Why?” It didn’t take long for him to show you. He got up on his knees, kissing up your thighs until he reached exactly where he wanted. “Oh…oh!”

“Warned you.” His eyes lit up as he hooked your leg over his shoulder and buried his face between your legs. You ran your fingers through his hair again and pulled when he hit a spot you really liked. His eyes closed as he groaned against you.

“Oh my god…” you gasped.

He held onto you as you used one hand to keep yourself upright. He took the hand you had in his hair and held it with his own, lacing his fingers with yours. You looked down and his eyes opened, meeting your gaze. With him holding your hand and your gaze, you came undone, your fingers digging into the mantel with one hand, and the other squeezing Frankie’s hand for dear life. Your body shook as you rested against the mantel and Frankie lowered himself to the floor again.

“Get down here before you fall over.” He pulled you down to him and you smiled.

“You’re all messy.” You looked at his glistening lips and chin, feeling somewhat scandalous.

“Wanna help me clean up? Hm?” He moved in for a kiss, but you surprised him by licking along his bottom lip first. You felt him stir in his boxer briefs and grinned. “You never cease to amaze me,” he said, and you let him kiss you this time. Your hand palmed at him and he gasped against your lips.

“Let’s get you out of these.”

He nodded, lifting his hips so you could remove them. You wasted no time taking him in hand so you could lower yourself onto him.

“Ffffuck,” he breathed, laying his head against your chest, and holding you still. “Wait…just…gimme a minute…”

“Frankie, I need to move.” You tightened around him and he groaned loudly. “Look at me.” It took him a moment, but he lifted his head and looked into your eyes. With a kiss, he helped you move on him at a steady pace. Not too fast, not too slow.

“You’re beautiful like this.” His voice sounded raspier now. “So damn beautiful.”

“You feel so good.” You wrapped your arms around him and moved a little faster.

“Fuck me,” he whispered, looking right into your eyes.

“I am,” you said with a smile, lifting yourself up and coming down on him hard. His mouth dropped open, but no sound came out and you giggled. “Too much?”

“God, no. Please don’t stop.” He held your hips as you repeated the movement a few more times until he had to hold you still again. “Okay…okay…”

“Too much now?” you teased.

“Yeah, maybe. Or maybe I just wanna make sure you…” He slipped his down between your legs. “…get yours one more time before I do.” He smiled as you threw your head back then looked down at his hand. “Feel good, huh?”

“Mmhmm.” You nodded and started moving on him again. His fingers rubbed against you at the same pace. He watched you with something akin to awe in his eyes like he’s never seen you this way before. Maybe it was the firelight or making love somewhere you never had before, but it felt different. It felt amazing. That’s not to say it wasn’t amazing every time, but being here away from the world, heightened something in the both of you. You felt as though you were flying and he, of course, was your pilot guiding you as high as you could go before bringing you back down to earth.

You cried out, moving one of your hands down on top of his as he moved his fingers on you. He could feel you tightening around him, pulling him deeper as you come. Your body went limp, but he held you upright, thrusting a few more times before groaning your name and stilling, the muscles in his stomach contracting and his thighs trembling, as he comes not long after you.

He held you that way a bit longer before lowering you to the soft rug carefully. He slipped out of you with a gasp then stood on weak legs to run to the bathroom. Your eyes are closed when he returned and you sigh contentedly as he places the warm cloth against your skin, wiping between your legs gently.

“Thanks baby.” You pulled his head down so you could kiss him then roll onto your side to watch the fire.

“Great start to our weekend, hm?” he asked as he wrapped an arm around you and nuzzled your back.

“A perfect start.” You played with his fingers, loving the rough but gentle feel of them. “Thanks again…for bringing me here, for sharing your secret getaway with me.”

“I think it’s safe to say it’s our secret getaway now. We can come up here anytime you want.” He kissed your shoulder.

“Our own little world. Our own little slice of heaven.” You turned your head to look at him.

“You are my slice of heaven, ángel,” he said quietly.

“And you are mine.”

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[floralseokjin]

The Zoom Halloween Party

⇢ and beyond timeline (after crystallised)

[saga index] [drabble index]

 kim seokjin x reader // slice of life, humour // 2,556 words  

a/n; thank you to all the anons who gave me ideas for this halloween drabble, it wouldn’t exist without you! 

“I have to say your costumes are pretty lame this year, you guys.”

“We’re having a Halloween party over fucking zoom, forgive us for not going all out.” 

Seokjin bit straight away, unable to help it. He and Namjoon were like cat and mouse at all times, but even you had to admit to being offended by your friend’s dismissal. 

Halloween was finally here, and while you couldn’t celebrate in person together, the marvels of technology were letting you celebrate virtually – although this was more like a Halloween hang out than a Halloween party. 

“I’m just saying,” Namjoon shrugged. “Hoseok went all out for his.” 

You looked over at Hoseok’s screen, watching him smile smugly. You had to admit he made a great Joker, but it was also the year 2020... He and his girlfriend, Nora were like two years behind with the whole Joker and Harley Quinn gimmick, it was old now. 

Seokjin rolled his eyes, willing to argue black and blue. “It’s only good because his mom helped him with the makeup.” 

“Oh shut up, you’re just jealous because me and Hoseok will win best dressed tonight!” Nora scoffed under Hoseok in her own little screen. 

Pouting like a baby, your boyfriend crossed his arms. “I’m not voting for you.” 

“If anything, I should win. I make a mighty fine Batman.” 

Attention back on Namjoon now, you all had to agree. But maybe that was because everyone was feeling sorry for him tonight. He was after all, the only single one amongst you. There was Jin and you, Lina and Jimin, Hoseok and Nora, and even though Sandeul was on his own tonight, he had Jess, who was working the night shift tonight. Two months ago there had also been Namjoon and Hana, but not anymore... Let’s just say Namjoon wasn’t having the best of time lately... Getting dumped during a pandemic wasn’t ideal. So he’d paired with Hobi and Nora tonight in some sort of DC-esque collab. He was definitely winning best dressed tonight, but maybe he’d see it as a pity vote… 

“You’re body looks amazing in that suit, Joon,” you complimented, hearing Lina hum in supportive agreement. 

“Hey!” Seokjin exclaimed, sounding mighty offended as he looked your way. You were smushed together on the couch, the takeout you’d ordered on your laps, but you were pretty full now, a belly full of wine already. 

“The devil and an angel though.” Jimin’s voice sounded awfully judgemental. “Come on guys, so basic.” 

“Well, who the hell did you to come as?” Seokjin was loud. 

“Zombie Jim Halpert and Pam Beesly,” Lina replied as if your boyfriend was dumb. 

“Lame,” Seokjin scoffed. “Half of these guys haven’t even watched The Office.” 

“It’s a way more original idea than yours.”

You scoffed. “Um, this is the epitome of everyone’s sexual fantasy, I’ll have you know.” 

“Whose?!” Lina roared, wrinkling her nose. She and Jimin were also squished together, but on his bed, the camera angle giving you an amazing shot of their chins... Not that you would tell your best friend that, of course. 

“We all know what they’re doing after this then,” Sanduel stated. He was dressed as some character from a game he and Seokjin played (a lot.) Nerds.  

“Stop,” Hoseok whined. “Does that mean you guys fucked as The Addams family couple last year?”

“Of course it does,” Namjoon replied matter-of-factly. 

“Jesus.” 

Ah yes, you two really had out done yourselves last year for Namjoon and Hoseok’s joint Halloween party. Thinking about it maybe your devil and angel costumes were quite lame this year…

“As if you didn’t guess,” Lina laughed. “They were reciting all those weird lines practically dry humping in the kitchen at one point.” 

That was your cue, slamming into action, although as luck would have it you had re-watched The Addams Family two nights ago. You gripped Seokjin’s face, yanking him to look at you. “Seokjin, last night you were unhinged.” You began dramatically. “You were like some desperate, howling demon. You frightened me.” A pause for effect. “Do it again!” 

Seokjin took your hand, in character immediately. He leaned down to kiss your knuckles. “Cara mia.” 

You opened your mouth, ready to purr out mon cher in your best French accent but you were interrupted by Namjoon’s gagging noises. “That’s it, I’m leaving.” 

Seokjin snapped his head around, unamused. “Bye.” 

Everyone laughed… just before Hoseok sighed. “Aw, this makes me so depressed. I miss last year, when things were simpler.” 

“This was the worst year to officially become an adult.” Nora joined in with a whine. 

They were 100% correct. There couldn’t have been a worse year to graduate… The past few months had been so stressful but thankfully you were now in a much more stable place. Granted, you hadn’t been able to start the post-graduate internship you’d bagged right before the pandemic hit yet but eventually it would happen, and in the meantime you still had your retail job – and your savings. 

Seokjin had truly lucked out, although his job at his father’s company had been set in stone since high school. He was working remotely until the end of the year (hopefully), rocking that business on top, casual down bottom fashion that he was so gleefully fond of – think a dress shirt and sweatpants ensemble – but you were so incredibly proud of him for adjusting so well after this shitfest of a year. He was your sexy, serious businessman. 

Your friends hadn’t been as lucky though – well, mainly Hoseok and Namjoon who had recently moved back home with their parents while they job hunted. (That’s why the former and Nora were on separate screens – she still lived close by for work.) Lina hated her new job and Jimin still had a year left at college, so maybe he was better off at the moment... Sanduel and Jess were okay too, and had recently moved in with one another, leaving you and Seokjin to… follow suit… 

It came as a surprise to you both, but it made more sense than the two of you living alone. You’d already grown used to it during those couple of months of lockdown at the start of the year and it felt weird after he’d left... It was a big step, but an easy one once you’d found the most perfect apartment to rent together. (You couldn’t officially live with one another in that shoebox of an old apartment, but it had been sad to leave it – you’d shared so many good times there.) It had only been about six weeks since you’d become official roomies, but you were loving every second of domestic bliss. Despite this crazy year, things were on the up, and you were very happy. 

“Now we’re freshly graduated bums.” Namjoon moaned, knocking back the last of his beer.

Seokjin laughed. “Speak for yourself.” 

“We can’t all have a CEO for a dad,” Namjoon shot. 

“That sounds like a you problem.” 

You pushed at your boyfriend’s shoulder, silently telling him to behave. Where was the sympathy for his heartbroken friend?

“At least you’re not stuck doing online classes.” Jimin piped up. 

“I’d actually kill to be back there,” Namjoon chuckled. “I’m sick of receiving rejection emails.” 

“Don’t give up hope, bro.” Hoseok told him. “I have an interview next week so fingers crossed.” 

Nora squealed. “I hope you get it, babe. You need to get your ass back here. I miss you.” 

You all missed him. And Namjoon. Even if you couldn’t all hang out like you were once able to, it was strange to think they were both living in different cities now. Last year seemed like an eternity ago, all you had were memories and even then they were murky. 

“Guys, please,” Namjoon wailed, forehead hitting the screen as he threw forward dramatically. “One of us is single here.” 

“Sorry.” 

In fact, you all felt the need to apologise, a string of them following for no real reason other than you felt really bad for the guy. You knew he’d find a job soon, that wasn’t the problem really – whatever the company they’d be a fool to turn him down – you were just concerned about his mood. Getting dumped had come out of the blue so he was still adjusting, all while his life turned upside down in other ways too. 

He hadn’t lost all sense of humour though, his trademark smirk growing across his face a few moments later. “So who will end up fucking on camera first?” 

Amongst the groans, Sanduel scoffed. “Probably Mr and Mrs. Devil.” 

“I’m an angel,” you corrected, a glass of wine back in your hand now. “Also, why would we fuck on camera? You guys don’t deserve the show.” 

“God, you’re so drunk,” Lina screeched. She wasn’t exactly sober herself. Beside her Jimin winced at the volume. 

“Of course I’m drunk, Lina, this is the first proper chance I’ve had in months.” Getting drunk alone was pretty miserable, now you had an excuse. 

“So it’s definitely them who’ll start fucking first…” Hoseok muttered. 

Seokjin heard him loud and clear though. He hooked his arm around your shoulders, pulling you against him. “Yeah if we leave randomly you know this angel got horny for some devil dick.” 

“Seokjin!” You exclaimed, pushing at his chest. He just laughed, reaching down to kiss you. 

He did look mighty fine dressed as a devil though. Yeah, the red cape was basic but so were your angel wings and halo, but with his dark hair pushed back above his forehead, two red devil horns visible and his eyeshadow off the scale (your doing), he made a very, very sexy Satan! 

Jimin pulled a face. “You’re actually going to fuck in those costumes, aren’t you?” 

“Of course we are.” Seokjin rolled his eyes. “That’s what Halloween’s all about.” 

“No, it’s not,” Nora laughed. 

“I don’t know why you’re all so surprised,” Sandeul sighed before shovelling down some candy corn. 

“You know them better than anyone,” Namjoon chuckled. 

“I was the first to know! Sworn to secrecy for weeks!”

“Yeah, and she didn’t tell me for so long,” Lina whined. Even though it was ages ago now you were still pretty sure she was salty about it. 

Hoseok snickered. “It was because she was embarrassed to be fucking him.” 

You scoffed, about to refute his claims but Sanduel had more to say apparently. “And then I had to deal with Jin moping around when she dumped him for that basketball player.” 

“She didn’t dump me,” Seokjin protested. “We won’t together then.” 

“Bro, you were still moping though.” 

“Awh, you guys,” you whined, running your fingers through the hair on the back of Seokjin’s head. “Stop teasing him.” You leaned in to kiss his cheek but he moved, stealing one from your lips instead. 

“Great Deul, you’ve started them off again.” Hoseok moaned. 

“I don’t care anyway. The amount of times I’ve heard them going at it has made me immune.” 

“Sanduel, we’re not that bad!” You complained, leaning forward to place your glass down on the coffee table. 

Seokjin had your back. “As if we haven’t heard you and Jess fuck before.” 

That however was not at all interesting to your friends though. They blatantly ignored it for a more interesting direction of topic.  

“Did you ever catch them?” Jimin asked, sounding weirdly excited. 

“No actually, which is baffling.” 

“You nearly did – multiple times,” Seokjin informed him, which instantly turned Sanduel grey. Not bothered, my ass. 

“Why are you guys so obsessed with our sex life?” You whined loudly. Was theirs that boring? 

“Ooo, let’s play a game!!” Lina exploded suddenly, sitting up, her head now cut off from the screen. “Who’s the freakiest!!!” 

Seokjin turned to you gleefully. “We got this in the bag, babe.” 

In your eyes, the questions were quite tame, so yes, you and Seokjin really were scoring first place left and right. Although you had a hunch Lina was holding back information. As her best friend you knew what she was like and she was being awfully quiet for someone who’d suggested the game… 

“Where’s the weirdest place you’ve ever boned?” Nora asked, six questions in. 

Seokjin didn’t even need a second. “Namjoon’s bedroom.” Your eyes bulged immediately, surprised he’d gone there. 

“What?” Namjoon choked. 

“Sorry, man. It just kinda happened.” Seokjin glanced at you, deeply amused. Poor Namjoon didn’t need more bad news. 

“You guys have fucked in my bedroom?” 

“Well, technically it’s not your bedroom anymore, but yeah,” you shrugged.  

“When?” 

The third degree was real. “A while back.”  

“What the fuck you guys,” he groaned, his face a picture. “And you didn’t think to tell me?” 

“You don’t even know the half of it.” Lina couldn’t help but add. 

“You, be quiet!” You warned, although you knew she wouldn’t spill. Your secret was safe with her. 

Namjoon was looking more and more scared by the second. “What the fuck did you guys do in there?” Seokjin just laughed loudly. “Did you at least clean up?” He got no reply. He was deadly serious with his next question. “Did you make Ryan watch?” 

“Namjoon!” Seokjin cried, practically wiping tears from your eyes. Maybe he was more drunk than you… You hadn’t realised. “He’s a stuffed animal.” 

“That plush is all I have now.” 

“Pity, the guy’s recently been dumped. This is bullying,” Hoseok interrupted, sticking up for his friend. 

“It’s not,” your boyfriend insisted. 

“Aw, Namjoon, I’m sorry,” you apologised, feeling guilty now. How could you make it up to him? “When all this is over you can come over and fuck someone in our bedroom.” 

“What,” Seokjin protested. You ignored him. 

“Who though?” Namjoon asked, sounding sad. 

“You’ll meet someone new soon enough.” Lina reassured him. “You’re any girls dream guy.”  

He perked up at that. “You think so?”

“Legit, man,” Jimin joined in. 

“Wait,” Sandeul interrupted, seemingly realising something. “Is the costume roleplay exclusive to Halloween?” 

… Of course the conversation was back on you and Jin…

“Why?” You asked. 

“Because Namjoon had a fancy dress party for his birthday last year…” 

Seokjin shrugged. “Any celebration.” 

Sanduel instantly looked disgusted. “So you guys fucked as The Incredibles couple?” 

You and Seokjin didn’t reply, but your faces said it all. 

Namjoon groaned loudly. “I want to scoop my brain out.” Then he thought of something. “Was it in my bedroom?” 

“Noooo!” 

“Yes.” 

You both replied at the same time and you pushed Seokjin. Now he was just purposely teasing his friend. 

“Who’s lying?” Namjoon demanded, but Sanduel was too busy going through it, distracting you all. 

“The Incredibles is my favourite childhood movie, man, now I feel gross. I can’t watch it ever again because I’ll imagine you two trying to superhero fuck.” 

Your friends were way too dramatic. It wasn’t even a big deal, they were making it out to be way kinkier than it was, and Seokjin wasn’t helping matters. You were literally just having normal sex dressed up. That’s all. 

“This game has taught me I’m best friends with a bunch of vanilla ice creams,” Seokjin tutted. “It’s called having fun. Something you guys can’t seem to do.” 

“You all suck!” You agreed. 

Hm, maybe you were just as guilty as your boyfriend… It was just too damn amusing goading your friends… 

[satendou]

⟼ if the glove fits

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⇢ pairing: kuroo tetsuro/reader

⇢ au: aged up!au

⇢  summary: you find a pair of gloves from one of kuroo’s old cosplays. yeah.

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⇢ warnings: smut, unprotected sex, glove kink, fingering, daddy kink, kuroo calls you a slut like 6 times or somethin’

⇢  word count: 4.2k

a/n: i killed @keijiskitten​ with this one so thank you for your sacrifice queen sksks

You sat in the middle of the room, humming a tuneless song quietly to yourself as you rifled through the box in front of you, looking for anything worth keeping. It was getting close to the day you were supposed to move, which meant deep cleaning. The rest of the bedroom was littered with similar boxes, some packed for the move, some slated for good will. Somewhere in the apartment, you heard glass shatter followed by a curse and winced.

Sighing, you looked at the small book full of “waifu stickers” you had picked up out of the box and your frown quickly turned into a smile. Flipping through it, you giggled at the memory of how you came into possession of it.

Kuroo’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, sounding aggravated and a little reticent as he said, “I broke that stupid bowl you got from Ko. You know, the one with the things on it.”

“The sunflowers?” you asked, looking up at his towering figure in the door. He was scratching the back of his head, looking around the room at the mess. He was enjoying this just as much as you were, complaining about it every ten minutes since you’d started. “I hated that bowl anyway. He’ll be disappointed though.”

Throwing the book in your hands into another box, you dug in again only to hear the fluttering of pages. When you looked up again, he had the sticker book in his hands and was grinning that grin he got when he was thinking about something evil.

“Do you remember the face Kenma made when I stuffed this in his hands at the con? It was priceless. I thought he was really gonna explode,” he said, snickering into his hand. He flipped to the one empty page in the book and burst out laughing.

You couldn’t help but giggle as well, remembering the deep flush that had overcome Kenma when he realized what Kuroo had given him, furtively looking around to make sure no one else had seen before he stuffed it away into his bag, never to be looked at again.

Well, until Kuroo stole it back and plastered a whole page's worth of stickers onto his brand new notebook. He was so proud of himself for that, just waiting for Kenma to take it out in full view of the class, and he wasn’t disappointed. Kenma had turned such a vivid shade of red when he caught sight of all the half-naked women that you swore his head was going to erupt and you couldn’t help but laugh at him then too. He had spent the rest of the day fielding awkward questions and casting baleful looks at Kuroo who, of course, found the whole thing hysterical and didn’t stop talking about it for days afterwards.

“We gotta keep this, babe,” he said, throwing it onto the bed. Even if he’d never use the stickers again, it was a memory he was fond of, though he loved all the memories of that con. It was the first one he had gone to with you and he smiled as he thought of the way you had run around wide-eyed in awe, tugging him and Kenma to all the artist and vendor stalls, pointing out the games you were interested in and wanted to try, and chatting animatedly with the cosplayers dressed as your favorite characters.

You, Kenma, and Kuroo had all sported costumes of your own, dressed from three different series and happily geeking out over everything the venue had to offer. It was one of his favorite memories with you, aside from when you agreed to date him, of course. 

And probably the first time you fucked, as well, but that was to be expected. It was Kuroo, after all.

Something in your hand caused you to smile, gaining his attention, and he wandered over to peer over your shoulder. Anything that made you smile like that had to be good, and coming from that box it could be anything.

It turned out to be a glove, a soft leather glove that he had bought specifically for the cosplay he was going to wear for that convention. He had cut that suit so fuckin’ nice, if the way you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him the whole day had anything to say about it.

Or the way you couldn’t keep your hands off of him that night in the hotel room. Thank god Kenma had his earphones in while he slept, because there was no way he wouldn’t have been woken up by the two of you fooling around in the bed beside his.

“Oh, that brings back some memories,” he said, and grinned at the flush that dusted your cheeks. You knew exactly what he was talking about it, and the way your fingers tightened around the glove told him you did. Lust lanced through him and he forgot about the fact that he was supposed to be cleaning, more interested in how hard he could rile you up.

As hard as he was, hopefully.

The glove slipped from your fingers, a long, tan arm reaching past you to pluck the other one up from the box. His breath ghosted over your ear, his words so innocent but absolutely dripping with purposeful intent and sinful promise. “Let’s see if they still fit.”

You froze, heart dropping to your stomach, fighting against the urge to moan as he nipped at the shell of your ear. It was astounding how he could go from light and airy to this like the flip of a switch. It was enough to give you whiplash, and it made you squirm with new arousal.

“Don’t move, baby,” he commanded, watching your shoulders tense and your fingers curl into your palm, but you didn’t move, like the good girl you were. The gloves slid on without resistance, just as soft and pliant as they were the day he bought them, and he actually felt relief. It would have sucked if his plans fell through, especially after he’d gotten himself all worked up thinking about it. He still clearly recalled that night in the hotel, how wet you were and the way you gushed as he fingered you with those gloves on.

The leather was smooth against your skin as he caressed your cheek from behind. You could recognize the feel of it instantly and your arousal went from 2 to 10 in a split second. We were already, you were remembering the feel of them in the dark, unable to see anything that he was doing, completely at his mercy.

You shifted uncomfortably, your panties sticking to your wet core, as his hands traveled from your cheeks, down the front of your shirt, and over your clothed breasts before they turned over.

“Watcha think, princess? They still fit. Think they still feel the same?” he asked and heard your breath hitch. He wanted to laugh at how easy you were. Everything was written all over your face and he was about to cash in.

You could feel him shaking against your back, knew he was trying to contain his laughter, but it wasn’t fair. His words were said in such a light an airy way, like he really was just asking an innocent question, but there was more to it. There had been more to it since he’d worn them for the first time ages ago, and you cracked a wobbly grin at the memory of what those gloves had felt like.

They felt strange as they gathered your hair up, fingers weaving in the knot before your head was roughly yanked back. This was what you loved about Kuroo, the way he could go from soft and teasing to dominating and rough, and you it made you shiver with anticipation. There wasn’t much you could think to do, with his free hand sliding up and over your stomach. It was then you realized that he was kneeling behind you and your eyes fluttered open to look up at him staring down at you. He was so tall, leaning over you, wearing a feral grin. It wasn’t fair that he was so attractive, that he had such a strong power over you, and you wanted to pout.

“I’m waiting, princess,” he said, tugging at the handful of hair he still held.

Oh, he was serious, using that name. That meant he was heated and would treat you nice if you listened. It always sent chills through you, made your lips part and a whine leave your lips. His smirk widened as your pupils blew wide, that little noise of pleasure making his hard cock twitch and he was suddenly glad he was wearing sweats. It would have been annoying to have it trapped in the tight confines of a pair of jeans, and now he could enjoy playing with you without trouble.

It took longer than he liked for you to finally answer, but he couldn’t blame you too much. It was a power he wielded over you and he took pleasure in how spaced out he could make you feel with a few sweetly whispered words and well placed touches. He wanted to laugh at the way that even just slipping on a pair of gloves could turn you on, if it was him doing it. But you finally did answer, a meek, “Yes,” reaching his ears. 

It was full of submission and he knew underneath your shorts, your pussy was soaked*.

“Good girl. Now,” he said, releasing his hold on you and moving back just a little, “strip.”

You turned to face him, but he didn’t want to make it easy. He remained on his knees and wrapped his hands around your inner thighs as you stood before him, trying to remove your shirt. He felt the heat radiating from between them, letting his thumb run gently over where your clit would be and you trembled, your shirt finally landing with a soft ruffle on the floor a little ways away. When you started to tug at your shorts, he squeezed, leering up at you. 

The way he licked his lips shorted your thoughts out, narrowing down to a want to feel his mouth on your nipples, biting and sucking in that way that made your head spin. But Kuroo seemed to have other plans, even if he really, really looked like he wanted to fulfill your need.

“No, princess, I think I’ll take care of these. I wonder…” he said, hook his gloved fingers under the hem of your shorts. The leather was soft as it grazed your skin on the way down, the gusset of your panties peeling away from your drenched folds. “You’re absolutely soaked, just like I thought. You really are a slut for gloves, huh?”

His words made you flush, equal parts embarrassed and aroused at the way he was smirking up at you from his knees. Even though you now towered over him, he still held all of the control, lifting first one foot and then the other to free your ankles from your shorts. He wasn’t wrong that it turned you on, and you couldn’t even explain why. Just...something about seeing him in them turned off the rational part of your brain and turned on whatever was attracted to gloves.

He was expecting an answer, and you bowed your head down, your cheeks aflame as you whispered, “Y-Yes, I’m a slut for gloves.”

But he clicked his tongue, giving you a severe look and you were confused until he prompted, “Yes, what*?”

Oops. Before you could rectify, his hands were sliding up between your legs, thumbs splitting your lips apart so he could stare unimpeded at your glistening core. His tongue wetted his lips, mouth watering to taste you, but you needed to earn it, first.

All you wanted was to feel those gloves sliding inside of your slick hole and you buckled quickly, clutching your hands to your chest. Hot tears pricked your eyes, embarrassment fueling your arousal at his open staring. 

“I’m waiting, princess.”

This time when Kuroo prompted you, there was a hint of warning in it, a dark promise that if you wanted this to continue nice and slow and teasing, you had better answer him. Of course, he was more than willing to change course if you decided you wanted to be a brat and disobey him. If he had to have his way, he’d like a nice repeat of that first night before he started leaving pretty handprints all over your ass, but he’d take it either way. And you knew that.

“Y-Yes, daddy. I’m sorry,” you said, your voice whiny and soft and music to his ears. He’d never get tired of hearing the way you needed him, his hands on your skin, his cock bringing you to completion, his name ripping from your throat every time. “I’m your little slut for gloves, daddy. Please touch me.”

A groan tore from his throat at that. It was a good touch, you manipulative little brat, and he almost wanted to punish you now anyway. But he refrained, chuckling darkly at the mental image of your ass covered with his handprints, dark leather soothing the sting from repeated slaps. He supposed he would just stow that away for later, when you decided you did want to act up.

This time, though, he tugged you forward until you were standing with your legs spread on either side of his knees, slick pussy hovering just over his lips. If he were to sit up just a little, he was sure that you would smear all down his chin and he wanted so bad to find out if that was the case. He held back though, not wanting to overwhelm you too much. He started out slow, letting his covered fingers slide through your folds, coating them in your essence. They were so wet, in fact, that he was sure you could take two fingers with little issue, if he so desired.

“Guess we won’t need the lube, huh, princess? Man, if I’d remembered where I put these I’d have used on them on you way sooner,” he said, lips quirking up when you shivered. He knew his hot breath must have felt good and teasing against your sensitive, needy cunt, and let his tongue flick against your clit once to feel it again. You squeaked, hips jerking in response and he snickered. “That feel good? I’m gonna make you feel even better.”

His lips met your clit in earnest, lapping at it while the tips of his fingers teased your sopping hole, gathering up your slick and smearing it to coat the length of them. There was no way he was going to try it without some lubrication, he didn’t want to hurt you. But it didn’t matter as you moaned at the contact, both hands weaving in his hair for something to hold onto as you moaned and whined his name, rocking into his mouth. 

They tightened when one long finger finally, finally filled you, so good and yet not enough. You could feel the stitching of the smooth leather catching on your insides, and when he twisted his finger just so-- oh, oh.

“That feel good, princess?” Kuroo asked, pulling off your clit. He had felt your cunt clench around him when he grazed his finger just so and, though he ached to feel it against his bare skin, even he had to admit you were wetter than ever just because he’d slipped on a pair of goddamn gloves. He was annoyed by the fact, but then you moaned his name, a slurred noise he could barely call speech and remembered why he wasn’t.

“Yes, fuck, yes that feels so good, daddy. Again, do it again please, I want to cum,” you babbled, fingers trailing through his tangled locks to the back of his neck. Your nails dug in, pushing his neck gently and he let you, guiding his lips back to his clit. On the next stroke into you, he shoved a second finger in, and you squeezed down with a mewl. More praising babbles and broken begging left your slack mouth, your legs trembling with the effort to remain standing. 

But he wanted you to come before he laid you out on the floor and fucked you stupid. And the stupid gloves would have to go too, he wanted to run his bare hands all over every inch of you. 

He twisted his fingers inside you again, slurping up your sweet juices as he ravaged your clit, making sure the tips of the gloves and stitching caught that sweet spot just right every time. You were a wreck, unable to string together a coherent thought against the pleasure building up. His fingers crooked, pressing into that spongy spot when he felt you squeeze down, focusing all his attention on it as much as your clit and the building pleasure slammed down, making your stomach clench and your knees almost buckle. Only your hands on his shoulders and his free arm wrapping around your legs kept you steady as he continued to assault your sensitive, well, everything.

“Stop, please,” you cried, pushing at his head to get his attention. He already knew you were through, though, grinning against your clit as he gave it one last smacking lick. If he thought you were wet before, it was nothing compared to the slick covering your inner thighs now, and his grin turned into a proud smirk. While you regained your breath, he tugged his sweats down to his knees, as far as he could get them without standing up and then took your hand in his clean one.

You willingly followed his insistent tugging down to the floor, allowing him to pull you into his lap and settle you right over his throbbing cock. It nestled perfectly between your oversensitive folds, hard and leaking precum against his stomach. It was drenched in your juices in an instant, only encouraging him to rock his hips gently and smirk when you whined.

“What’s wrong, my little glove slut? Thought you could get away from taking daddy’s cock because you’re too sensitive?” Kuroo teased, sliding one long, covered finger between his lips to get a taste of your release. You always tasted too good for him to resist and every time you fucked, which was often, he was going down on you, eating your pussy like a man starved. 

He was a generous lover, sometimes even bringing you to orgasm without asking anything in return. He just liked it, your taste, the way you screamed his name, the feel of you writhing underneath him when you’d had too much but he wasn’t ready to let you go just yet and kept pounding away at your tight little hole until you came for the fourth time. It got him off, knowing you were at his mercy and wanted it, sometimes begging him for more.

Catching the tip of his glove in his teeth, he pulled it off, watching your lips part and your eyes widen. 

That was the sexiest fucking thing you’d ever seen him do, you decided and, when he did it again, you couldn’t resist picking his hand up. 

He almost choked when you took his finger into your mouth, nibbling and sucking the tip and pad while you stared up at him with the most innocent expression you could manage. His cock twitched underneath you as he imagined you down there sucking it instead of his fingers, but it would have to wait until after he’d fucked you into the floor.

With a thump that sounded much worse than it felt, he flipped you onto your back, your legs hitched around his slender hips while he haphazardly kicked his sweats the rest of the way off. The instant they were off, he threw your legs up onto his shoulders and lined himself up with your waiting, needy hole and pushed, bottoming out inside your cunt without waiting. Your wail of pleasure filled the room at his unexpected roughness, silky walls clenching around him while you tried to wrap your mind around the mix of pain and pleasure. He was a large man and taking him wasn’t what you would call easy, but the way you swallowed him with no resistance and clawed at his arms, lips parted in a silent moan as he pulled out and slammed back in made it worth it. To him, at least.

Not that he could hear you complaining over the wet sounds of him stretching you out. His rhythm faltered only long enough for him to push your knees up to your shoulders before he started again, the new angle letting him deeper into your sloppy cunt.

“Fuck, you feel so good, princess. How’s daddy’s cock feel, fucking you open? You gonna cum again, slut?” he snarled, hips slamming so hard into yours he was sure you would have bruises. The idea only spurred him on, staring down at where his cock slid in and out of your tight pussy. He fully intended to make you cum again, preferably around him while he came inside you, but he wasn’t sure he would last that long, not with you so hot and tight around him. He’d really gotten himself worked up eating you out, but what else was new?

“Cock feels so good,” you slurred, back in a permanent curve as you let him fuck you. “Your cock, daddy. Wanna cum on it, want you to cum in me, please*. Don’t stop, daddy, please please please don’t stop.”

You would surely lose your mind if he did, only able to focus on the catch and drag of his flared tip on your walls, the steady pounding of his head against your cervix, imagining him filling you up like he fucking owned you. And he did, heart, body and soul.

He already knew that, of course, but you told him anyway, rambling praises mixed with a near constant stream of I love you’s. You sounded so fucked out, eyes wide and tears leaking down your cheeks, that he groaned and stuffed himself deep, grinding himself against your clit and it hit just right and you tumbled so suddenly off a cliff you didn’t even know you were standing on it.

He felt the stinging pain of your nails in his arm and vaguely wondered if you had drawn blood this time, but it was overshadowed by the tight vice around his cock as he came. Your cries rang in his ears while the clenching of your walls through your orgasm milked him until he was oversensitive. 

Still, he didn’t pull out even after the both of you had relaxed, instead bracing himself on one arm above your head and using his free hand to wipe away the tears still rolling down your cheek. You were breathing heavy, legs trembling where they were hooked over his thighs and he laughed at the doe eyed, sleepy expression you were giving him.

“You’re so amazing, pretty girl,” he whispered, leaning in for a kiss. Your response was instant, lips parting to let his tongue dip in and have a taste. Your arms were shaking as you pushed your fingers into his hair, holding him there for a moment longer. But he was stronger, especially now, and broke away, letting his hand trail down your side and eliciting a tired giggle. “What’s say we forget about cleaning and take a fuckin’ nap?”

You were in no position to argue, so you just nodded, eyes already closing. It was never a dull session with Kuroo and this almost always happened. Ever the gentleman, he wandered into the bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth, cleaning you up well enough that you would be able to sleep comfortably without making a mess, before he picked you up in his arms.

Yours curled around his neck, snuggling down into his chest and he found it so cute that instead of just dropping you on the bed-- which was tempting, Kuroo couldn’t deny it-- he laid down with you still in his arms. It took some arranging and a lot of whining on your part before he had you where he wanted you, between his legs and splayed across his chest. Your breathing was even before he got himself comfortable with his arm behind his head.

This was pretty much perfect, he decided as he stared down at you sleeping peacefully. He could still see remnants of tear tracks on your cheeks and smirked, glancing at the gloves still laying on the floor. He would have to wash them, and then they were getting stowed away somewhere safe so they wouldn’t get lost again, because he knew for sure they were getting used in the future.

But you didn’t need to know that. He was sure you’d enjoy the surprise anyway.

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Carousel, Part II of the Play Date Trilogy

➵ Once Jungkook’s had his fun catching you, he loves nothing more than to play with you, his favourite doll. Jungkook wants to keep you pampered and happy, trapped in his little dollhouse, safe from all those who would want to take you. As you learn for yourself, Jungkook doesn’t share his toys well…

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➵ Warnings: 18+, Yandere Jungkook, Kidnapping, Unhealthy thoughts, hints of Stockholm Syndrome, Somnophilia, Non-Consensual oral sex (male receiving), Semi-Graphic Murder, Drugging.

➵ Word Count: 4.3K

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You weren’t sure what was more painful — the dig of the metal cuffs into your wrists, the fading bruises on your knees, or the maddening, persistent itch on your nose. It had been irritating you for hours now, but with both hands restrained, you were helpless against it.

You weren’t able to sleep all night, despite taking your nightly ‘medicine’ as Jungkook dubbed the little white pills he administered to you. Every time the drugs tugged your conscious under into blissful relief, the stubborn, niggling, tingle of your nose yanked you back. 

By the morning, you were certain the dark bruises on your knees were eclipsed by the purpling underneath your eyes, a telltale sign that you hadn’t got any rest. Your nose was still itching as Jungkook pattered down the steps, his merry whistling accompanied by the clatter of the chopsticks on the plate he brought with him. 

Perhaps it was the exhaustion that loosened your tongue, breaking your self-imposed silence towards your captor. But at your hoarse groan of “Jungkook”, it was like you had never ignored him in the first place. Jungkook’s head snapped towards you, eyes wide as he rushed to brace his hands on either side of you, leaning in and analysing your expression attentively. 

“Yes, baby? What’s wrong? Are you alright?” The irony of your captor asking after your well-being was not lost on you, but you were just too tired to bother examining it.

“My nose,” You muttered simply. Jungkook’s brow creased, the urgency not yet leeching from his expression. You attempted to elaborate, “…itchy.”

Your sleep-heavy tongue was difficult to wield, due in part to the sleeping pills you were so regularly fed, but Jungkook seemed to understand well enough. His expression cracked with a smile. 

There was an innocence in the curve of his lips that you couldn’t manage to reconcile with his cruel actions. 

“Oh, poor baby.” He simpered, lifting a hand to card through your hair. When you didn’t flinch away from the caress, his smile widened. “Your nose itches, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll fix it for you.”

You couldn’t hold back a satisfied sigh when he rubbed along the bridge of your nose, much to Jungkook’s own enjoyment. He replaced his finger with his lips, placing a sweet kiss on the tip of your nose. You scrunched it in response and he cooed, his hand coming down to cup your cheek.

“Ah, you’re so cute, baby.” He brushed a thumb under your eye, making a noise of sympathy as you winced. “You couldn’t sleep?” You nodded. “Was it because of your nose?” Another nod. He tutted quietly, standing to retrieve the plate he discarded in his rush to reach you.

“See, baby, this is the kind of problem you wouldn’t have if I could trust you enough to not restrain you.” As he spoke, he heaped a pile of rice in between the chopsticks and raised it to your mouth. You accepted it obediently, having learned that forgoing pride and allowing him to feed you was better than not being fed at all. 

“Then why don’t you just trust me?” You mumbled through the mouthful of breakfast. 

“Because, baby, for me to trust you — you have to be trustworthy.” 

“I am trustworthy,” You protested. 

He fixed you with a sceptical look as he scooped up a clump of scrambled egg. 

“No, baby, you’re not.” He tilted his head sympathetically as you released a frustrated groan, wiping away a grain of rice which had escaped the corner of your mouth. He dragged his thumb over your bottom lip as his eyes glazed over slightly, and you willed yourself not to recoil. 

“Listen, I know you’re trying, and you’re almost there, but it will be a while before I can let you into our home. But-” He added consolingly as you slumped in your seat, “-if you keep being such a good girl like you are now, it won’t feel like any time at all. I promise, baby.” 

He kissed you on the forehead approvingly — electing not to notice your small shiver of revulsion — and left with a promise to return for dinner.

The hours in between his visits stretched into an awful blur of surrealism, and you resented yourself bitterly for being relieved when Jungkook came back with a steaming bowl of soup. 

This time — a treat for being so well-behaved, Jungkook told you with an indulgent smile — he loosened your bindings slightly. Though your ankles and wrists were still bound together respectively, he had removed the cords that were fastened to the chair. Of course, your newfound freedom of movement quickly soured when he used the opportunity to sit down on your chair and hold you on his lap. 

His arms were a heavy weight around you, his warm breath causing shivers to roll down your spine as he balanced the bowl of soup on your lap. Jungkook’s sharp chin was hooked around your shoulder and he watched with glee as you obediently opened wide every time the spoon was raised to your mouth. 

“You see?” He murmured as your lips closed around another spoonful, “We can do this everyday if you keep being such a good girl. Don’t you want that?” 

No, you wanted to reply, but your mouth was too full. 

You tried to ignore the way you could feel him steadily hardening beneath you. Each time you squirmed in his lap, his grip got tighter, and he pressed increasingly against your thigh. Once the soup was finished, you let out a quiet sigh of satiated contentment, and he stiffened.

His warm breath brushed the shell of your ear as he snickered.

“The things you do to me, baby…” He murmured, his voice bedroom-soft. You inhaled sharply as he caught the lobe of your ear between his teeth, gently tugging it while his hardening member continued to press against you insistently. 

“I can barely think with you squirming on my cock like this. Is my little innocent baby that eager?” He gripped your hips and used them to grind you against his erection, laughing as you whimpered in fear. 

“You sound so pretty, I bet you’ll sound even prettier when you’re bouncing on my cock. I’ll make you feel so good, baby. You’ll be so fucked full of me that you won’t even be able to think, you’ll just be my little fuckdoll. Would you like that, hmm?”

His hand trailing down to the waistband of your pants finally jolted you into action.

“S-stop, Jungkook, please,” You stuttered, sagging in relief when his hand paused.

“You still aren’t ready yet, baby?” 

“No, not ready.” You gasped, heart pounding wildly in your chest. 

You hated the way your body reacted to him, how you couldn’t stop your limbs from going pliant and weak even as your thoughts froze into ice. 

He gently displaced you from his lap, shifting out from underneath you so that you slid back onto the chair. He diligently bound your ankles and wrists to the chair again, but he listened to your request for them to be slightly looser. Once you were fully tied up again, he pulled back to survey his handiwork. 

“I think it’s time for your medicine now, baby. It might help you calm down a bit.” Jungkook smirked, watching as your chest rose and sank, your heart underneath still pounding erratically. “I can’t wait until the day you accept your reaction to me.” Jungkook remarked casually as he produced the little white bottle from his back pocket.

This time, he didn’t stop shaking it in his palm until three capsules fell out, instead of the usual two. 

“Just to help you sleep properly,” Jungkook explained when he saw you eyeing the additional pill worriedly.

“I-Is it safe to have more than two?” 

Jungkook frowned at you, looking almost hurt. “Do you really think I would do anything to harm you, baby?”

You absolutely did, but you kept that to yourself, swallowing down the words you wanted to say along with the pills. Blissful oblivion came crashing over you in waves, and you willingly closed your eyes and drowned. 

Jungkook loved watching you succumb to the pills. He could barely wait until the day when you would succumb to him just as easily. He knew it was only a matter of time. The image of you writhing in his lap as he fed you burned in his memory.

You had felt so delicate, so malleable in his arms. You opened your mouth so eagerly for him, you were such a good girl. His cock, still aroused from the feeling of your warmth on top of him, began to stir again, and he let out a quiet groan.

He had told himself to wait until you were completely obedient to him, after all, he couldn’t risk you somehow getting away from him during the throes of passion, when he might be more vulnerable. However, the sight of your face, so innocent and defenceless as you slept, was fast convincing him to break his convictions. 

Surely, Jungkook reasoned to himself as he undid the zipper to his pants and tugged out his now fully-hard cock, he could just get himself off to the sight of you while you were asleep. It wasn’t like he was actually touching you, or — god, the thought alone was enough to make him come — fucking you. Also, there was no chance of you waking up since you had the extra pill in your system, so you definitely wouldn’t be upset by it, since you didn’t know about it.

Actually, by that logic, Jungkook figured it wouldn’t be so bad if he just… used your hand instead of his own. Before he even fully decided it, he was inching closer towards you, reaching down to grab your hand. 

Ah. Your wrists were bound to the chair. He wouldn’t be able to use your hand unless he crouched down awkwardly, and he wasn’t exactly sure he would be able to bend that way.

Well, getting off to the sight of you was still just as good, Jungkook comforted himself. His eyes slid over your body appreciatively as his hand sped up, spreading the translucent drops of precome that were beading at the head and mentally replacing it with the image of your hand pumping up and down his shaft. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook groaned, unreserved since he knew you wouldn’t wake up. Just the sight of your vulnerable body was enough to bring him to the edge, the sight of your eyelashes fanned against your cheekbones, your pretty skin that he just wanted to kiss all over, your perfect lips-

Oh. Your lips. Your mouth. 

Jungkook’s hand stilled as the thought came into his head. And stuck there. 

It’s not like you’d wake up and realise, so it wouldn’t really be that bad, Jungkook justified to himself. What you didn’t know wouldn’t hurt you, after all. And your pretty lips would be so beautiful stretched around his cock. 

Jungkook ignored the small voice telling him that this was wrong, you didn’t want this, you couldn’t want this. He reached out to cup your jaw, in awe of the way it went slack with barely any interference, almost like your body was welcoming him in. Your lips were so pink and pretty, Jungkook couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss you.

Fuck, you tasted so fucking sweet. One kiss quickly turned into two, and then three, and then Jungkook realised he had spent countless minutes just exploring your unresponsive mouth with his tongue. There was something so addicting about being able to do whatever he wanted with your body, knowing you had no way of stopping him. Maybe he could fuck you if he just-

No. He promised your first time together would be perfect. He had imagined so many times how you would be underneath him whining his name and begging him so prettily. He wouldn’t compromise that for anything, no matter how appealing the thought of being able to fuck you however he wanted was, being able to control you and claim you. 

He eventually drew back, groaning again at the sight of your now swollen, spit-slick lips. His cock pulsed impatiently, and he gave it another tug as he stood up, causing a wave of pleasure to shiver through him. 

Cradling your jaw with one hand, encouraging your mouth as wide as it would go, he carefully guided his cock into your mouth. Once the head was in your mouth — the sight of your pretty lips plush around his cock like you were kissing it was something he would not forget for years — Jungkook rubbed his slit against your tongue, and immediately had to grip himself tightly to hold off from coming.

Your mouth was so warm, and wet, and tight. Jungkook let out his breath in one long exhale as he pushed into you until he felt himself hit the back of your throat. You looked so pretty, so docile and peaceful even as your mouth was stuffed full of his cock. 

Jungkook pushed in slightly further and your throat fluttered around him beautifully. It only took a few thrusts into your tight little mouth before Jungkook came. He just about had the presence of mind to pull out before his seed flowed down your throat and choked you. 

He watched with immense pride as his release painted itself all over your face, some of it dripping down to your chest. You just sat there, completely unaware and happier for it. Jungkook had never seen a more beautiful sight. Satisfaction roared in his chest, you were covered with his seed, marked as his possession. 

Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to wash it off you, and told himself that he would come back down earlier in the morning and clean you up then. He left you with a sweet kiss to your forehead, already looking forward to when he would fuck your throat again. 

When you woke up the next morning, it was not to an itchy nose. It was much worse. Your whole face felt uncomfortably tight, and you started to panic, thinking you must have had some kind of allergic reaction to the dinner the night before, or maybe a side-effect of the extra sleeping pill.

Once you realised what it was, you wished you hadn’t woken up at all.

There was semen on your face. Jungkook had ejaculated on your face, and he must have done it whilst you were asleep, which meant there was no way of knowing if that was the only thing he did. 

You quickly catalogued every feeling in your body. Thankfully, you did not feel sore in between your legs, which you definitely would have done if Jungkook had… done that. However, your relief was short-lived once you noticed the dryness of your throat.

There was an unpleasant salty taste on your tongue, which you at first had misconstrued as simple morning breath. Now you realised the truth, and you wished more than anything that you were still ignorant. 

The door at the top of the stairs opened. Down came Jungkook, whistling a jauntier tune than usual. You felt the rage build from your tender wrists to your sore throat to your burning cheeks. This man had violated you. He had kidnapped you. And he had the nerve to fucking whistle.

Jungkook stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you, wide awake, covered in dried come, and glaring at him. 

“Oh no, baby, did you wake up early?” 

“JUNGKOOK!” You screamed, your abused throat cracking over the syllables like broken glass, “I HATE YOU!” 

His lip trembled.

“No you don’t,” He asserted quietly, “You’re just surprised. That’s all. Don’t say things you don’t mean, baby.”

“I-” You choked on your words, sobs bubbling up in pure frustration, “I…I hate you so much. I can’t even use words to say how much I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.” 

“Come on, baby,” he shushed you, somehow having procured a wet flannel. He wiped away your angry tears and the dried flakes of come he had left on your face. God, he didn’t even clean you up after using you, you realised bitterly. 

“You don’t mean it, you’re just upset.” He muttered, as if he was reassuring himself as well as you.

 “I’m sorry, I really should have wiped it off before you woke up, you just looked so pretty covered with my come. I thought I would be down here before you were awake, but you got up too early.” He scolded you gently, and you felt an incredulous laugh bubble in your chest. He was blaming you. 

“I hate you.” You repeated quietly, knowing he wouldn’t listen to you anyway.

“No you don’t.” He refuted, just like you knew he would. “I love you, and I know that in time, you’ll love me too. You have to. No one else can love you like I do.”

“I wouldn’t want anyone to love me like you do.” 

Jungkook grinned, misunderstanding it as a compliment. 

“I want Jimin back.” You told him, and he stiffened, a snarl coming onto his face at the mention of another man.

“…Jimin?” He questioned stiffly, and you nodded distantly.

“Park Jimin,” you recalled. The thought of him seemed so far away now, the shock of your anger and despair making you drift into a detached headspace as you reminisced, forgetting Jungkook’s presence entirely. 

“My boyfriend, Park Jimin. I loved him so much, and he loved me. We knew each other since we were children. He was going to propose, and I was going to say yes. We were going to have peonies at our wedding. He used to call me his calico cat.” 

A tear ran in a delicate trail down your cheek as you recalled all those sunlit years of laughter and happiness and love. An unrecognisable life compared to the one you were stuck in now. 

Jungkook’s hand gripped your jaw painfully, forcing your head back to him. He was in denial, there was no way you could love someone else, someone other than him. The only reason why you were denying him now was because you were being stubborn, that was all. You must be lying. 

“You’re trying to make me jealous. Stop it.” He snapped, nails digging into your skin until you whimpered.

“I’m not, I’m not,” You cried. Jimin was your one good memory, and you wouldn’t let Jungkook take that away from you. “I miss him so much, you don’t understand. You don’t even know what true love is, all you know is hatred.” 

Jungkook’s eyes widened, recoiling like he had been struck. After a moment’s pause, he turned and stalked back up the stairs. You didn’t watch him go. A second later, you heard the door slam, and you exhaled in relief. He was gone, and you could feel safer in his absence. 

You had drifted into an uneasy sleep while Jungkook was missing, filled with nightmares of Jungkook tying you up and violating you while you were frozen, conscious but unable to do anything to stop him. You heard a distant screaming, Help! Help me! Please someone help me!

But the voice was not your own. 

Your eyes snapped open to see Jungkook dragging a figure down the stairs. His fists were clenched in the blood-matted hair of his victim — a man, you assumed — and he flung the crumpled form on the ground, barely four feet in front of you. 

With the man now whimpering and curled in on himself you had no way to identify him, but when Jungkook stood behind him and yanked him up by the throat, a harsh slap of recognition struck you like a bolt of lightning. 

“…Jimin?”

Jimin’s eyes — shut due to the blood spilling over from the wound on his forehead — flickered open at the sound of your voice. 

“Y/n?” He mumbled, and at your teary nod, his face crumpled. 

“Let him go, Jungkook!” You screamed at your captor, but his face remained unmoved. “Please, I’ll do anything, I’ll never try to escape you, I promise, I’ll love you if you just let him go!”

Jimin made a cut-off yelp as Jungkook’s hand tightened around his throat. You watched helplessly as his face slowly reddened, his attempts to gasp in air cruelly thwarted. You were terrified Jungkook was going to just choke Jimin right in front of you, make you watch him die, but when Jimin’s knees began to buckle, he let him go and watched dispassionately as your boyfriend sank to the floor, panting as his lungs refilled with air.

“Thank you.” You gasped, relief flooding you that Jungkook had taken mercy on him, but the relief was short-lived when Jungkook drew out a knife and strode over to you. 

You sat completely still as Jungkook pressed the blade against your jugular firmly enough that a few drops of blood pooled beneath the blade. He caught an errant rivulet that had begun to trace down to your collar bone, smearing the blood with his finger. He brought it up to his mouth to suck on. His lips — stained with red — tugged up slightly as he turned his head to face Jimin, who was still lying prostrate on the ground.

“Who would you prefer me to kill?” Jungkook questioned idly, as if he was discussing the weather. “Her?” He pressed the knife harder for a second, prompting a throb of pain to erupt in your neck, before withdrawing it and pointing it at Jimin, “Or you?”

“Her.” Jimin gasped, ignoring your sharp inhale, and Jungkook’s smirk, “Kill her, not me.”

“You would rather save yourself than save her?” Jungkook sounded remarkably unperturbed for a man who held life and death in his hands. If you weren’t paralysed by fear and betrayal, you would have noted the hint of smug satisfaction in his tone. 

“Yes.” Jimin replied, turning his tear-filled eyes to look at you apologetically, “I’m sorry, Y/n, I’m so sorry, but I just can’t die.” 

“Can’t you?” Jungkook chuckled.

It happened so quickly. You had screwed your eyes shut, preparing for Jungkook to just lean down and kill you, but the blow never came. 

You heard a brief scuffle, then a peculiar sort of choking sound, like when you hastily finish a drink and some of it slips into your lungs. You waited, still seeing nothing, until you felt Jungkook approach you again. 

You tensed, expecting the sting of a knife, but instead feeling who you assumed was Jungkook cupping your cheeks. His hands were oddly wet.

“Good girl for closing your eyes. You shouldn’t have to see things like that.” He told you, and you couldn’t conceal your confusion in the tilt of your eyebrows or the wrinkle of your lips, making him laugh.

“You can open your eyes now, baby.” The sight that met you when you obeyed him was something you had wished to never see. Jungkook’s face was now covered in blood, his hair practically slicked back with the substance. You had the daunting suspicion that none of it was his. 

“You look so cute, squinting like this.” Jungkook grinned, tapping your nose with his finger. His finger was red. You finally had the cold realisation that his hands were wet with blood, and if the blood wasn’t his, then-

“Jimin!” You screamed as you finally glimpsed behind Jungkook, where the crumpled corpse of your boyfriend lay. His throat was split in a grotesque smile, lifeless eyes staring vacantly as his blood continued to spill onto the ground. His face was reflected in the rapidly-growing pool — permanently warped in an expression of pure terror.

“Oh my god,” you uttered, traumatised, and Jungkook rushed to pacify you. 

“No, no, baby, don’t look at it. Just look at me,” He commanded, his bloodied hands coming up again to frame your face, “It’s ok, he didn’t deserve to live. Did you hear what he said? He didn’t care about you. He was selfish, he didn’t love you like I love you, just like I told you, remember? No one can love you like I love you.” 

“You- you killed him,” Your voice broke, barely able to form words over your own sobs, and Jungkook hushed you. 

“I know you don’t like violence, baby, but he deserved it. He was going to let you die for him.”

“I don’t care!” Your body shook with the force of your tears, but you still tried desperately to struggle away from Jungkook’s misguided attempt at comfort. “I would have died for him. I loved him.” 

Jungkook’s gaze hardened, pulling away to survey you coldly as you tugged against the restraints in a futile attempt to reach Jimin’s body as blood continued to surge out of him. All you could see was red. 

“Fine then.” Jungkook stated, his voice brittle. “If you love him so much, I guess I’ll leave the two of you alone.” 

“…What?”

Jungkook ignored you as he made the journey back upstairs, not reacting even as you screamed for him to come back, as you pleaded for him not to leave you there alone with Jimin’s body, as you apologised. He locked you away, eliminating your only remaining light source. 

In the darkness, the heavy slam of the door seemed earth-shattering, and in its aftermath, all that remained were your quiet sobs, the scrape of raw skin against restraints, and the mangled corpse. 

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Teamwork Makes the Dream Work - Fluffuary Day 27

Prompt: Bondage

Word Count: 1151

Summary: It’s bad enough for Tony that Rhodey is so devious, but if Peter’s going to team up with him?

Oh, he’s fucked. 

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Peter is always way too willing to go along with Rhodey’s ideas.

Not that they’re always bad ideas, necessarily, though Tony will never say that out loud. He doesn’t need to give Rhodey any more ammunition. But sometimes even the good ideas are… bad for Tony. 

Frustrating, for Tony. 

Like this. Peter and him putting on a little show for Rhodey, making out and winding each other up and possibly, if Rhodey decides they’ve earned it, getting each other off? Good idea. Great idea! In no universe is anyone going to suggest that is not a great idea. Tony loves showing off for Rhodey, and Peter only makes it better. 

A little light bondage with the cuffs and collars he made for Peter, used on both of them? Also a pretty good idea. 

The way they’re being used? Nope. Not a good idea. Terrible, terrible idea because Rhodey is a horrible person. Rhodey is way too clever and it is just— it’s mean of him to get them like this and then just sit back and watch. 

And laugh. So, so mean. Terrible idea. Tony is one hundred percent not a fan.

Okay, maybe more like… ninety-eight percent not a fan. Never mind that his cock is about a thousand percent into it, because his cock is an idiot. 

Peter’s hand slides down Tony’s chest and he practically whimpers.

See, the way Rhodey set them up— putting a collar on each of them and then hooking them together with a chain that only lets them get about a foot apart was fine. Getting cuffs on their wrists and running a chain between them, through the ring on their collar? Sneaky, but still fine. It’s just long enough that if Tony’s right hand is up against his own throat, he can get his left on his cock. Or Peter’s cock, equally as good. 

He’s not entirely sure he wants to know how Rhodey figured out how long that chain needed to be. 

Setting them up like that and then attaching their cuffs to each other, his right to Peter’s left, Peter right to his left? Also fine, and just as sneaky. Kind of fun, even, knowing they can’t get away from each other, having to coordinate whose hand gets to go where. A little clumsy and awkward, yeah, but fun. 

But the third chain. The devious third chain— it is unfair. 

Rhodey had put cock rings on both of them, ones with snaps for easier release because, as he’d said, their hands would have a little trouble otherwise. Tony should have taken that for more of a warning, really. And when he’d hooked a chain onto that ring, Tony had a sneaking suspicion that there was about to be some predicament bondage. Some sort of, ‘oh, you want to jack off? Good luck with that’ sneakiness sounded right up Rhodey’s alley. 

Hooking the chain on Tony’s cock ring to Peter’s wrist, now— that had been a surprise. And hooking Peter’s to Tony wrist—worse, his opposite wrist—had been accompanied by the smuggest smirk on Rhodey face. It doesn’t matter who’s trying to use their hand, someone’s going to get some pain. 

Peter might be more than a little fond of pain, but when it comes down to it, Tony can’t handle seeing Peter’s face scrunched up like that, hearing his tiny whimpers. And Peter can handle it even less when it’s Tony hurting. 

But fuck, he really wants to get off. And humping Peter’s thigh isn’t going to get him there. He knows it won’t work, but he can’t stop himself from trying again, from bringing down his right hand—so it’s his cock taking the pain—and trying to get in a few strokes. 

He gets two before Peter yanks their hands back up, Tony gasping as the pressure eases. “Peter,” he whines, “god, Peter, come on. Just let me, I’m dying here.”

“Not when it hurts you,” Peter says, and with Peter’s strength, it’s not like Tony can do much about it.

“Baby,” he says. “Fuck, I don’t care about it at all.”

“Yeah?” Peter says, pressing their hands against Tony’s chest. “Then let’s get me off.”

“Nope!”

Peter huffs and kisses him again, Tony grinding against him desperately. He can hear Rhodey laughing and when he gets out of this, he’s going to—

“You two are just too cute for words, you know,” Rhodey says. Tony glances over at him as Peter kisses his neck; he’s clearly enjoying this far too much, stroking himself slow, eyes heavy lidded, grinning.  

Tony narrows his eyes. 

“He’s awfully smug, isn’t he,” he whispers in Peter’s ear. “Maybe we should do something about that.”

Peter makes a curious little noise, tipping his head back. Laughs a minute later, once Tony’s given him an outline of his plan. 

“What are you whispering about, huh?”

It’s very, very satisfying, the way Rhodey starts to look worried when they both turn to look at him. “What—” he starts, and then jerks forward as they tip over on the bed. It’s not an accident, though, so while it’s sweet of Rhodey to watch out for them, Tony and Peter are just fine. It takes some serious coordination for them to wiggle across the distance between Rhodey and them, but soon enough they’re lying between Rhodey’s legs, half draped over them. Tony sets his chin on Rhodey’s hip and looks at Peter. 

Peter smiles at him and kisses the side of Rhodey’s cock. “Shit,” Rhodey says, sharp, and then groans when Tony tilts his head down and does the same. 

It’s messy and a little awkward blowing Rhodey like this, Peter’s nose bumping into his, precome dripping onto Tony’s cheek. But fuck, it’s completely worth it for the noises Rhodey makes with their mouths on him; for the feel of Peter’s tongue against his, licking at the tip of Rhodey’s cock; for the way Rhodey looks at them after they kiss above him, his cock bumping against Peter’s chin, when Tony darts a glance up at him. 

So worth it for how Peter squeaks when Rhodey’s come lands on his face, for how Rhodey huffs when Tony rubs his face against Rhodey’s leg, for how Rhodey reaches down and unhooks that awful third set of chains and tells them they’ve been more than good enough, that he wants to see how fast they can get off. Everything feels worth it with Peter’s hand on Tony’s cock, with Rhodey’s hand in his hair, with the whole world whiting out for a moment when he comes. 

However undone Tony might be, Peter’s even more so, shuddering against him and panting. And however cock stupid Peter is, when Tony catches Rhodey’s eye, Rhodey looks at least twice as out of it. And that? That right there? That’s the best thing ever.

Knocking Rhodey’s brain offline is always, always worth it.

*

AO3

[prouvaireafterdark]

You may have these already but 10 or 27 for Malex. Could be Michael Sanders if you are so inclined, but I will love it either way.

27. Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.

Considering the fic I was supposed to be writing right now is in the Michael Sanders AU, it felt right to set this one in it too 😉 This one’s set sometime after Honey, If You Stay

Also on AO3!

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“Stop moving, you’re gonna ruin my masterpiece,” Alex warns him gently, and Michael can’t see his face, but he can picture his concentrated scowl perfectly.

“Masterpiece, huh?” Michael asks, an amused smile breaking through his expression.

“Mhmm,” Alex answers matter-of-factly as he traces the blunted tip of his eyeliner pencil across the edge of Michael’s upper eyelid with careful precision.

Michael huffs a laugh. When he expressed an interest in seeing how he looked in eyeliner, he hadn’t expected Alex to take it so seriously.

It had all started after Michael witnessed Alex getting ready for school that first morning he’d woken up in Michael’s bed. His alarm had gone off a solid fifteen minutes earlier than Michael’s normally does, which would have been annoying if it didn’t give Michael the perfect excuse to just lean back against his pillows and watch Alex go about his routine. It was a shame to see all that golden skin get covered up with clothes again, but when Alex reached for the discreet, black canvas pencil case he kept his cosmetics in, Michael’s interest was piqued all over again.

He knew putting make up on took time and skill—to this day, Isobel still makes them late to parties whenever they go together—but he was fascinated by how much care Alex put into it, how steady and comfortable his hands were with something so pointed that close to his eyes. The most experience Michael had ever had with make up was the time or two he let Isobel experiment on him with her mother’s lipstick when they were kids, but that was different. Alex wears make up for himself, because he wants to, not as a favor to someone else. Watching him made Michael curious. It made him want to try it. After a week of thinking about it, he finally decided to ask.

Which is why Michael currently finds himself in bed, flat on his back with Alex’s knees on either side of his hips, trying his best not to squirm too much while Alex lines his eyes in black. It’s easier said than done—the warm weight of Alex in his lap is more than a little distracting.

“You can open your eyes now,” Alex tells him, and when he does he’s greeted by the sight of Alex looking critically at his handiwork.

“All done?” Michael asks hopefully, his fingers itching to strip Alex out of those goddamn skinny jeans.

“Mmm, not quite,” Alex answers, bringing the eye pencil back to his face and Michael only just manages to smother the whine building in his throat. “Look up again for me.”

Michael obeys, glancing up toward the ceiling.

“Perfect, just like that,” Alex murmurs absently, like he doesn’t know what those words will do to Michael, or, more specifically, the semi he’s been sporting since the second Alex pushed him back against the mattress and climbed on top of him. His cock twitches, swelling against the zipper of his jeans, and even though Alex is perched right on top of it, he doesn’t comment, his attention fixed firmly on Michael’s face.

“God, your eyelashes are so fucking long, it’s unreal,” Alex gushes as he adds the finishing touches to Michael’s waterline. “Can I put some mascara on you too?”

“You can do whatever you want to me,” he flirts, smiling up at him.

Alex shakes his head to himself, but he’s smiling too as he reaches for his make up bag. He pulls out a small pink tube with a bright green cap.

Alex tells Michael to look up again before he starts brushing the tiny mascara wand over his eyelashes. As he switches eyes, he adjusts himself across Michael’s lap, presumably to get a better vantage point, but the movement has him bearing down right onto Michael’s cock. Michael gasps, his hips bucking upward involuntarily and shifting Alex in his lap.

“Michael!” Alex scolds him, lifting the mascara brush away from his face.

Michael looks at him again, expecting to see anger in his eyes to match his tone, but he finds concern there instead.

“I could’ve hurt you,” he says, softer this time as he rubs the back of his fingers tenderly against Michael’s cheek. “Please stop moving.”

Michael sighs helplessly. “If you want me to stop moving, you’re gonna have to stop grinding down on me like that,” he says, taking hold of Alex’s hips to keep him still. “It’s not my fault you feel so good.”

Michael isn’t sure what he expected would happen when he said that, but he really should have figured that reminding Alex of the situation in his jeans would backfire on him spectacularly. Alex never could resist an opportunity to tease him.

“Grinding down on you how?” Alex asks, his expression turning devilish as he bears down on Michael’s lap again, on purpose this time. He rubs his ass right over Michael’s aching cock in slow, tantalizing circles, and Michael is powerless to stop a desperate moan from tumbling from his lips, his thighs straining from the effort to keep still. “Like that?”

“Alex,” Michael whines, his grip on Alex’s thighs tightening. “Either finish what you’re doing or take your pants off and do me instead.”

That makes Alex laugh.

“You’re ridiculous,” he says fondly.

“I’m horny,” Michael corrects, the tips of his thumbs edging dangerously close to the fly of Alex’s jeans. “There’s a difference.”

Alex lowers himself down until his face is hovering directly over Michael’s, holding himself up by his elbows on either side of Michael’s head.

“Is that so?” he asks, his eyes flicking down to Michael’s lips. “And what do you think I should do about that, huh?”

Michael gulps as he looks up at him, aching to feel Alex’s mouth on his. His thoughts must be obvious because a second later Alex leans in to capture Michael’s lips with his own in a kiss that leaves his head spinning. It doesn’t last long, but it doesn’t need to; the suggestive way Alex sucks on Michael’s tongue the moment Michael slides it into his mouth makes him moan and shake where he lies against his mattress, a delightfully cruel tease of what’s to come if Michael stays on his best behavior.

He isn’t proud of the noise he makes when Alex pulls away.

“Be patient,” Alex says, dropping another, chaster kiss to Michael’s slack mouth before he sits back up. “I’m almost done.”

He dips the mascara brush into its pink tube once more and gets back to work, careful to keep his hips still this time. Michael lies there in a daze, letting Alex do whatever it is he still needs to do.

“There we go,” Alex says a moment later, sounding pleased. “Perfect. You wanna see?”

Michael nods. His brain is a little more online now than it was a moment ago, but not enough for him to bother sitting up, so he just stays put. Alex laughs quietly to himself before he reaches for an old plastic hand mirror and holds it up over Michael’s face so he can get a good look.

“Oh,” Michael says, looking at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes are rimmed in black, his lashes longer and fuller than he’s ever seen them, and, to his surprise, he pulls it off better than he thought he would. The t-shirt he stole from Alex this morning really completes the look. “Huh. I look kinda hot.”

“Kinda?” Alex asks incredulously.

Michael tries to look around the mirror at him, but it disappears from view as Alex climbs off his lap and flops down on the mattress beside him. He holds the mirror back up once he’s settled, close enough that Michael can see his reflection in the mirror alongside his own.

“Baby, look at you,” Alex insists, his voice filled with something like awe. “You’re gorgeous.”

It’s not the first time he’s heard Alex sound like that when talking about him, but it never ceases to amaze and humble him.

“Gorgeous, huh?” Michael asks, eyes on Alex’s reflection.

“Mhmm,” Alex says confidently. Through the mirror, Michael watches Alex lean in before he feels the soft brush of his lips against his cheek. When Alex pulls away, he sets the mirror down on the bed and tips Michael’s chin in his direction so he can look at him, his smile affectionate as he says, quite seriously, “You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, Michael.”

Michael’s answering grin is wide and genuine.

“I love you,” Michael tells him, his heart indescribably full.

“I love you too,” Alex smiles, rolling over onto his side and moving closer until he’s pressed flush to Michael’s side. “And thank you.”

“For what?” Michael asks, turning over onto his own side to mirror Alex’s pose.

“For letting me do this for you,” Alex answers, brushing an errant curl from Michael’s forehead. “For trusting me.”

“Any time,” Michael says, reaching up to run the pad of his thumb gently over Alex’s full bottom lip. His skin is invitingly soft and Michael is desperate to kiss him again.

“You sure?” Alex asks, and Michael can feel his lip shift beneath his finger as he smiles. “You seemed a little, uh, frustrated for a while there. You sure you’d wanna sit here like that for me again?”

Michael registers the challenge and decides to give Alex a taste of his own medicine. He leans in close, letting his finger slip from Alex’s mouth and trail slowly down his throat. He doesn’t try to hide his smirk when he feels Alex swallow, his mouth dropping open in anticipation.

“I’ll sit anywhere you like, Alex,” he says, hooking his leg over Alex’s.

“Oh yeah?” Alex asks lowly, his grin turning filthy as he slides his palm up Michael’s thigh.

“Mhmm,” Michael nods, leaning in to kiss his jaw before he whispers, “You might just have to fuck me first if you want me to sit still for you, though.”

Alex hums thoughtfully before he pushes Michael gently onto his back. Michael’s breath hitches in his throat as Alex crawls between his thighs, nudging them further apart as he settles into the cradle of Michael’s hips. He can feel Alex growing harder through the thick denim of their jeans and his heart hammers in his chest as Alex starts to move, inching close enough that he can feel the heat of Alex’s breath on his lips.

“Think you can settle for me fucking you afterward this time?” Alex murmurs.

Michael swallows roughly and nods, sliding his fingers through Alex’s silky hair.

“Yeah,” he answers breathlessly, his eyes trained on Alex’s mouth. “I think I can.”

***

Also if you’re interested in reading more about Michael exploring his sexuality and gender presentation, I highly recommend @spaceskam’s fic freedom has no price!

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Irresistible [Chisaki Kai - Overhaul]

A/n: It’s been too long since I put the preview out for this OS and finally I have finished it.

Shame he’s a criminal.

Men such as him rarely stay in contact with people like you. No … it’s not because you’re boring; not because you’re unattractive or have a rotten personality, but because you don’t have a quirk. You simply are not relevant.

In a world were eight percent of the general public have quirks, those 20 percent like you live unnoticed. It sounds a lot worse than it is, but you honestly don’t mind. No one even gives you a second glance when they find out – this works for you, taking into account the household you share ties to.

Then he came into your life; ever so charming he was. Kai … what a dream. His interest in you seemed so pure and genuine; he made the very idea of being wanted sound like heaven. Your grandfather warned you about him, but you were hooked. So what if he was a member of the Shie Hassaikai; you were tied to them. Either way, he was the perfect lover until he kidnapped you.

How did it come to this? You weren’t exactly sure. One minute you were in bed, and the next minute you were here; within the walls of the Shie Hassaikai base, unable to leave. Long and boring story short, you were his alone.

Literally, you grunt. Resting on the couch in his office, you nod in boredom. It’s been a long day; no one in and no one out, except Chrono – who brings necessities when you ask for them. How long have you been waiting? Same novel resting on your knees, open on the same page you started on.

It occurs to you that you could run; try to run – you know these walls, having been here to drop in on your grandfather from time to time, before he went into the coma. But why? What would be the point? There’s no escape; he knows where to find you.

The door across the room suddenly opens, making you lurch in fear as Kai saunters in. You know it’s him; the air crackles with power and becomes heavy with something akin to arousal. This worries you, even more so when he comes over to the couch and sits beside you. For an instant you consider asking him about his day, but decide against it. Kai is sometimes hard to read.

However, you do give him a concerned look. He seems tense and a bit tired; more than usual. This side of Kai you are not eager to see. You set the book aside and move a seat closer.

“May I see Eri soon? I asked her caretaker to get a board game for me that I would like to play with her.”

He stares as your hand slides between his open legs. Stroking him through his polyester slacks, you hope that he will conform in your favor, but he is unresponsive.

“I have plans for her this week. She won’t feel much like having company; family or not,” he explains.

This makes your stomach clench in dread. Uncertain as to what he’s doing to her or what his reason is, you know that Eri is important to him; far too important to be let go. In the confines of his room or his office there’s not much you can do to help out your little cousin – you rarely get to see her as is – but what you can do is be there for her until you find a way to save her.

Leaning over his arm you softly kiss his ear. “Please Kai. She needs me; she’s a scared little girl with no one to put her at ease.”

You taste his skin; his piercings are cold against your warm tongue. No … you’re not always content with this, but it works.  

His cock hardens beneath your fingers; his given name is a double-edged sword given the situation. It helps that you have family connections to the former boss, and that Kai had introduced himself as such the first time you had met. You don’t say his name too often; you’re scared he might get annoyed.

“Is that what you want? To see Eri?”

You rest against his side and hide your embarrassed face into the warm fur of his coat. “It is. Will you have me?”

Kai heaves a deep sigh. He clearly wants you – the swell of his cock is proof enough – otherwise he’d order you to stop. “Have you been checked yet?”

“Chrono took me earlier this week; he’ll tell you. I also brought the papers back home with me,” you explain with a frown. His mysophobia sometimes complicates things, but at least his attention is yours.

He lifts out his gloved hand; he wants to see them. You stand up and move over to the desk he sometimes occupies. The file is on top, so you swiftly pick it up and bring it back to him. As he carefully reads over the paper work, you kiss his neck. Your fingers trace the contour of his mask.

“May I?”

Kai nods, so you hesitantly crawl into his lap – careful not to anger him – and slip your fingers around the back of his ears to detach his plague mask. The unnecessary thing slides off his face with ease. You set it aside and bring your arms up and around his neck. The fur on his jacket tickles your bare skin as you lean forward and press your lips to his.

The kiss is one sided, however, as his attention is more focused on your release forms.

You grunt in annoyance and cup his face, tearing him away from the useless task. He knows you’re clean; Kai makes sure you follow all his instructions when it comes to your personal hygiene. It’s a force of habit, you’ve come to learn.

He puckers a brow as you try and keep him from looking away. Your short nails dig into his skin.

“You can read them when I suck you off. Kiss me first,” you order. There is an eager tone in your voice.

Kai grabs your arm and pulls you closer. He seems amused; his beautiful gold eyes are not as intense.

“Kiss you? Are you the boss now?”

You nod. “I want you … and I always get what I want.”

“Maybe I spoil you a little too much,” he says fervently.

His deep and prudent voice makes your heart speed up. Maybe he does pamper you; maybe you like him a little too much. It’s a fucked-up situation you are stuck in, but a part of you – the desperate part of you that craves his attention – can’t help it. He’s cruel and he’s a sociopath, but he fortunately doesn’t view you as a scourge to the planet.

And yet, ordering around the Shie Hassaikai head – despite it being meant to get him turned on – is perhaps not a good thing.

Kai hooks a thumb into your mouth and yanks. As one who startles easily, you flinch, but he lays a hand on your lower back and keeps you in place against his chest. You swear he looks delighted.

“What’s the matter? I thought you wanted me to kiss you.”

You hesitantly nod. The awful taste of latex fills your mouth as he presses down your tongue. It bothers you only because he isn’t giving you a chance to have a word. Does he honestly like to see you squirm so much?

“Open your mouth,” Kai orders.

You comply – so not to anger him – even though you want this done a gentler way.

His kiss is demanding. You struggle to breathe as he all but crushes you against his sturdy frame. A weak and pitiful moan escapes you, but honestly you don’t care. This man tastes so good. Grabbing his tie, you shove forward your hips to create a little friction against your wet core, but he grabs your thighs and grounds you.

Kai parts, curling up his nose at the lewd sight of saliva breaking from your tender lips. He locks his arms around you and stands, carrying you over to his desk. You instinctively undo the catch on your slacks and shimmy them down as he undoes his own.

“Scoot to the edge,” he orders.

You do, spreading your legs so that he can move between them. His hands find your hips and presses you down onto his cock. A soft moan escapes you. Damn do you love this; full up on him. You hold onto the desk’s edge as he fucks you, nails rooting into the wood. Pants and lewd noises pour spontaneously from your dry mouth, praying for him to make you cum. He brings you closer each time he thrusts into your core, but it’s not enough.

“Please baby … I want to be yours.”

Kai chews his lip.

“You are mine; you were always meant to be,” he explains softly.

This should discourage you; should make you sick, but with him so deep inside your tight cunt, the thought doesn’t even enter your fucked-out mind. He wants you; needs you. It drives you over the edge. You cum hard, moaning as intense pleasure consumes you.

God yes.

Kai restrains your limbs, groaning as he too reaches his end; warm cum soaks your inner thighs as he removes himself. Feeling spent, you are content with resting on the desk for a moment longer, but Kai lifts you.

“Where are you taking me?”

Kai narrows his eyes. “Shower.”

You don’t bother to argue with him; he won’t allow you to sleep on his bed unless you’ve bathed.

Things could be a lot worse; you suppose. Being wanted isn’t so bad. You rest against his arm, closing your eyes. It’s best not to think about it; not right now. Maybe not even tomorrow once you wake up beside him.

Shame he’s a criminal; you might have fallen for him otherwise.

[thewritingstar]

Prompt list 5: some greens for the soft tender kissing please? 🥺 maybe they just finished fighting an awful monster or just got out of a rough sparring session and needed some affection to help ground each other again. Pretty please and thank you!! You’re the best!!

This is cute! Hope you enjoy :)

Pairing: Greens (Butch x Buttercup)

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No matter how old she was fighting monsters never got easier. Maybe the planning and how to fight them did. Blossoms leadership had grown over time and everyone’s skill had too. What didn’t change was the feeling of pain that rapidly spread through her body everyone she got hit or smacked down.

The feeling of her head rushing with to much blood and white noise playing had never ceased to get easier. You can prepare and say it will be a bloody battle, but the bone crushing blows and the scraping of the knees always caught her off guard.

The chemical X that jolted through her system and sent a rush through her was also unprepared. The sensation of a cool liquid almost exploding in her veins and organs felt weird as if she was feeling death being sucked out of her. Yeah, it never got easier.

The only thing that helped over time was the turning of age RowdyRuff Boys. During their middle school years, the boys, mostly Brick, had enough of dear old dads. Being bossed around and left for the aftermath of the puff fights had gotten old, especially when they began to realize that none of what they stole for their fathers ever showed up for keeping.

They rebelled in an odd way. Coming to the good side and practically fighting against their creators. It was weird when Brick had approached Blossom during the beginning of high school and nearly demanded that she allow them to join the team cause he was fed up with monkey brains. Princess cried saying she was never allowed to join and Blossom only rolled her eyes and agreed for the safety of the city and not because they were secretly making out behind closed doors and Brick wanted to impress his “flower”.

So they joined forces in high school, big deal. They grew as a team and possibly closer. It wasn’t long before the notorious leaders of both groups had hooked up and apparently Bubbles and Boomer had secretly been together since middle school, but for the green duo, it was another story. 

They were both alike, naturally as counterparts. Always picking fights and holding stupid grudges against each other. Even with two years of high school down and their teamwork with the city, they still never moved past the frenemies tier. 

And maybe it was because they were both afraid. Sure they teased each other and everyone was dying to see them get together but those strange warm feelings that kept them both up at night were shut down as the sun rose in the sky. It was easier to be friends, maybe they had become best friends at the start of junior year, sue them. 

And maybe, just maybe after a brutal fight on the battle field where they had flown to hid from the monster, Butch had wiped the dirt off her face. And maybe that sent a jolt of electricity to powerful to contain through them both as they began to lean forward. And maybe, maybe, they had kissed. 

And maybe that kiss broke through that barrier of fear she was holding onto. The tears she shed as she faced death one too many times had slipped away as his lips fell to hers. They should be focused on the wounds they had received from the wonderful monster fight but her mind was only on him. She never thought that he could be so delicate and tender as he careful cupped her cheek. The way his body pressed against hers felt so right and she swore that this explosion of fireworks was due to her hitting her head hard, not the breathtaking kiss she was currently involved in. No, the monster was at fault, but god his lips were so soft. 

By the end of winter break junior year, the green duo had completed the dating between the puffs and ruffs. 

So no, monster fights didn’t get easier, but the people you fought along side made it better.

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And now here she was at age twenty two. In the middle of her college studies looking towards a degree in sports medicine and a teaching credential, she didn’t know either, don’t ask. But instead of her studying for her exam on Friday, she was up in the sky blasting laser beams and sending punches that could easily kill a person towards a giant ass monster. 

It was all yellow and fuzzy and Bubbles thought it looked like a baby duck, yeah know, before it spit poisonous acid out of its mouth and melted half a skyscraper. Gross. 

She kept hitting harder and harder, letting her muscles tense to the extreme as she fought alongside the others. She had lost sight of her boyfriend a while go, Brick had yelled at him to create a barrier of some sort and she was only focused on beating the living shit outta this thing. 

Its roar was loud as the sound rumbled the town but Bubbles sonic scream nearly caused an earthquake from the high pitch shatter of her vocal cords, p.s. you will never win a fight with her, she learned that the hard way when she was seven. She can still feel her eardrums ringing. 

As her fist collided again and again, she felt the dripping and burning sensation on her forearm as the acid fell from its mouth, Blossom sending the monster tumbling towards the ground. It stung like hell as the thick goop made her skin bubble and her eyes welded into tears because it was literal fucking acid. 

There was nothing she could do as it rushed through her skin. The chemical X fighting back as quickly but the pain was harsh. 

The whimper of her voice caught the attention of her leader and soon a nice layer of ice had coated the burns but left her skin bubbly and puffy as Blossom worked quickly. 

“Not suppose to put ice on burns.” Buttercup muttered but it was better than letting the acid reach her bones and take her whole arm off. Her sister smiled lightly and just patted her head. 

All she wanted to do was fly back to her dorm and study. 

“Wicked burn babe.” Butch flew up next to her and her eyes widened as she saw that half of his shirt had melted off and his chest showed the same sickly bubbling that her arm did. 

She just stared at the scars and even though the chemical x would cover it, it somehow made her feel worried. She had seen him in a worse state. Broken ribs, hips, arms, you name it and hes broken it. But in a matter of days, hes brand new. Still sucked. 

“Hey, hey.” He brought her into a hug. “Come on babe.” His voice was low and soothing. Buttercup only hugged him tight as she buried her face into his chest, avoiding the burned area. 

Her body felt heavy and her eyes even heavier and she assumed he had talked to their red leaders because the next time she opened her eyes they were in his own apartment. She was being carried bridal style. Usually she would complain about being treated like this but she had a massive headache and snuggled closer to her carrier. 

“Damn Butters I haven’t seen you like this since we got totally shitfaced during freshman spring break.” She felt the vibration of the laugh against her head and soon 

She picked her head up and looked at him through her lashes. “I want kisses.” She muttered and she felt his hold tighten on her as he brought her into his room.

He let out a low laugh before setting her on the bed and patting her head. “Easy Babe. Let me just wipe the dirt off and you can have me.” She mentally pouted as he went into the bathroom and she heard the faucet turn on.

She kicked off her shoes and peeled off her shirt that had become ruined but thankfully her tank top didn’t take as much damage.

He came back with a clean face and a wet rag before sitting on his knees and gently wiping it around her face to reveal the fair skin that was caked under dirt and dust.

Her head pressed into his palm and he swiped the rag around her mouth, purposefully making some of it go into her mouth which she scowled out.

“Maybe I don’t want those kisses any more.” She began to say but he only laughed before scooping her up so that he could lay on his bed with her against his chest.

“Fine.” Butch smirked but she rolled her eyes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

His hands traveled to the back of her thighs as he began to rub her skin that was most likely sore. She made a small noise against his lips as she rocked her hips and took his face in her hands, her thumb gliding gently along his jaw. 

“You should shave.” She kisses his lips again.

“I know.” He mumbled as one of his hands came to rest on her behind. “Kinda annoying right?” He laughed lightly and he loved the feeling of her kissing his cheek.

“Mmmm” she hummed with another peak to his face. “You just look better with a clean face. And maybe a few cuts and bruises.” She kissed the dark circle that was forming under his eye from when he got hit today.

Some people might think it’s weird but she really liked watching the skin expand and turn to deep shades of blue and purple before it quickly fades from chemical x taking care of it.

He leaned up causing her to lightly gasp before holding her against his chest and kissing her neck.

“But for me babe. I prefer to see you crystal clean. Don’t get me wrong you look hot as fuck with scratches and burns but I like to see you in prestige condition.” Butch bit her neck gently drawing out another noise from her lips.

“But you know what I like best?” He asked. And she shook her head as he kissed the bite mark. “I like the feeling of you after a battle. Scars or no scars. This soft feeling of your lips on mine and the way that you act so shy, really gets me going love.” She silenced him with another tender kiss.

She longed for these soft and quiet moments. The world would crumble around them and her focus would be on him as they laid peacefully. 

“I love you.” She said to him and she loved the way his expression soften and the ends of his lips turned up into a smile. 

“I love you too.” He kissed her temple before she felt her eyes flutter close and they fell asleep in a calm bliss. 

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just something cute. Hope you enjoyed :)