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romantichomicide95 · 1 year

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Levi Smut.Fem!reader.Pre-Established relationship.

Warnings: NSFW 18+.

Summary: Levi and the rest of your squad are cleaning an abandoned castle to use for Scout mission headquarters. One morning Levi is a little too happy and can’t resist you.

Attic is disgusting needs thorough clean.

All beds need new linens.

You were reading through the very long list Levi had laying on the bathroom counter. Last night you and the rest of the squad stayed the night in this dreary, cold, but very large castle to set up as a new scout base. One of Erwin’s many ideas. It was a good one though, it was close to the walls so an easy retreat. Not many Titans made their way that close to this castle, it was high up on a hill. Tons of bedrooms, with beds left abandoned. It was actually pretty perfect.

You guys had stayed your first night in the castle, with not much trouble. But of course it needed to be prepared and your boyfriend, who also happened to be Captain, was the biggest clean freak you ever met. That meant a grueling week of cleaning and dusting for your whole squad.

So now here you were, sitting on the counter of the attached bathroom to the room you and Levi decided to stay in, going over this long list of chores to do. You wondered where he could have gotten off to, when you woke up he wasn't there; which wasn't unusual given he barely even slept, but still you had been up for 20 minutes and not a peep from him.

You heard the door to your bedroom open and shut, taking you out of your thought.

"Fuck, Y/N are you in here?" Levi calls to you.

"I'm in here!" you reply.

Levi comes into the bathroom, two cups of tea in hand. He stops at the doorway, taking in the sight of you. You were still only in one of his t-shirts and just a pair of panties sitting on top of the sinks counter. He can feel the bulge in his pants tighten at the sight, though you seem unaware of this. He sets the two cups of tea down next to you on the counter and stands in front of you, putting two arms down beside either end of your body.

"This is an awfully long list of things to get done in just a week dontya think?" You ask, grabbing one cup of tea and blowing on it softly.

"This is an awfully filthy castle." he says. His gaze seems to be transfixed on your lips. His hands now resting on each one of your thighs. You feel a slight pull between your legs. Every time he looks at you like that, your insides turn to jelly.

"How did you sleep?" you ask, at an attempt to distract what you now realize are dirty thoughts going through his mind. It's not that you didn't return those thoughts, it's just you weren't exactly in complete privacy with the rest of your squad wondering the halls of this castle.

"Fine. To be honest I sleep better when I'm with you." his cheeks turn a hint of pink, "don't get all mushy and make a big deal out of it though" he adds.

You throw your arms around his shoulders. You couldn't help it, being with you made him sleep better. You made him feel safe enough to combat his nightmares and dreadful thoughts. It was cute, more than cute honestly.

"That's so cute babe!" you exclaim, lacing your fingers through his hair and inching yourself closer.

He rolls his eyes and scoffs "Didn't I tell you not to call me that?"

"Yeah. What are you gunna do about it?" you say playfully.

"This." he says, before crashing his lips against yours. Shoving his tongue inside, until both of yours were swirling together. His kisses were always so passionate, behind close doors at least.

His hands were now slowly rubbing your thighs. He takes one and pushes your panties aside, sticking two fingers inside of you until he's gently rubbing your clit. The other hand now in your hair, slighting tugging.

"Didn't we say last night we shouldn't be doing this here?" you ask releasing a kiss and trying to catch your breath. The way his fingers knew your body so well was distracting, and you wanted to forget the thoughts inside your head of others in the halls trying to stop you.

"Fuck it. The doors locked." he whispers in your ear before crashing his lips back onto yours. That was really all it took for you to turn to goo in his hands.

He kisses you down your neck, lifting off your shirt taking one breast in his lips. Tonguing your nipples until he's certain he can hear the gasps coming from your lips. He travels down with kisses to your thighs, leaving bite marks along the way. It was his way of marking you as his. At this point your practically begging for his tongue, the feeling of his breath tickling the spot between your legs.

"Please Captain" is all you muster. He smirks and buries his head in between your thighs, you grab a hold of his head as his licks your clit. His tongue knew exactly how to please every inch of you. With every lick and every suck you ache to feel him inside you.

Your moans become louder. "I want you inside me now." you demand.

Before you know it his lips come crashing onto yours again. You reach down and pull his pants off, grabbing his hard cock and guiding it into your entrance. It felt like heaven, the way it fit so perfectly inside you. The angle of you on the counter made it easy for him to thrust deeper and deeper inside you.

"You feel so good." he says breathless between grunts. He takes one of your legs and puts it on his shoulder. You reach around his back, digging into it with your nails. Leaving marks of your own across him.

Your moans getting louder and louder by the second. He takes a hand and covers your mouth "Quiet brat." He says before wrapping his hand around your throat, softly choking you.

Your eyes start to roll behind you and dig your nails deeper into him. He removes his hand from your throat and softly pulls your hair back.

“You like that brat?” He says in your ear before returning to leaving marks all across your chest.

“Mhmm” is all you can muster…you can feel it coming. The sweet release.

"Fuck, I'm gunna cum" he says into your ear.

"M-me too" you exclaim, legs starting to shake. You let out a load moan, cumming around his cock. He pulls it out a second later and releases onto your stomach. Both of you staying still for just a moment, catching your breath.

Finally he looks up at you. His eyes glistening but tired. Kissing you softly on the forehead, than a small peck to your lips.

"Somehow you always get your way huh Captain?" you say, still trying to catch your breathe. "I can't ever say no to you."

"Thats because you love the way I fuck you." he says smirking as he pulls his pants back on.

You roll your eyes. "True." you say kissing him one more time. "And I just love youuu" you add dragging out the last word.

"I love you to Brat. Now come on, get dressed, we have a shit ton of cleaning to do." he says before grabbing his cup of tea and heading back towards the bedroom.

You throw your head back in frustration and grab your clothes. Cleaning was the last thing you wanted to do now.

#levi ackerman #levi smut #levi x reader #levi x fem!reader #levi x you #levi x y/n #captain levi #captain Levi smut #aot smut #AOT #attack on titan #aot fandom #snk levi #snk #shingeki no kyojin

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kvthgok · 10 months

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Cooler Idiot | Miguel O'Hara x Teen Spider Reader (Platonic)

Warnings- none

Summary- Its roasting in the HQ and your literally dying while Miguel makes fun of you for it.

Side note- not proofread!!!! This was such a random ass ideas it doesn’t even make sense tbh 😭

It was the time of the month everyone dreaded.

It was summer.

Summer in the HQ.

Everyone is roasting in their suits dying of heat It didn’t help that we’d still go on missions.

I groaned loudly as I was dripping in sweat, it was wayyyy too hot. “Someone put an end to my misery”

“Your fine. Suck it up.” Miguel chuckled.

I rolled my eyes and tried my best to stay focused. The heat was killing me.

I looked over to Miguel and saw him completely unbothered by the scorching heat. Why is he fine, while I'm melting here? I wondered. “How are you literally not bothered by the fact it’s like Satans butthole in here?”

"What? I don't feel a thing," Miguel replied nonchalantly.

I stared at him, completely baffled. How was it possible that he was unbothered by the heat?

"You're not sweating?" I asked.

"Not at all." Miguel shook his head. I let out a deep sigh

"I swear I'm gonna pass out from this heat," I grumbled.

"Oh come on now, you're just being overdramatic," Miguel chuckled.

“Over dramatic?! It’s 119 degrees Miguel!” I shouted

"It's not that bad," Miguel replied unfazed.

I scoffed, "Maybe for you. I'm literally dripping in sweat."

I was getting frustrated with Miguel's nonchalant attitude towards the heat.

I looked around and saw a water bottle across the room. Using my webs I grab it and bring it towards me, opening the cap I dump it on me to cool down. I was so desperate.

"Smart thinking," Miguel said as he looked at me. "It's only temporary relief. You'll be boiling again in no time."

I felt like running towards him and dumping a bucket of cold water on him. Unfortunately, there were no buckets of ice water lying around.

I looked at Miguel, who was still staring at me as if I'd grown two heads.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" I accused.

"Maybe," Miguel taunted, still unbothered by the heat. "The heat is getting to you, isn't it?" Miguel asked me slyly.

"Shut up," I snapped back. I felt so yucky in the heat and wanted to escape.

"Aww, poor baby. Can't handle a little sweat," Miguel chuckled.

“I swear to god I will snap your neck..”

"Oh calm down, I'm just playing with you," Miguel said as he continued to mock me.

My temper was rising. I couldn't stand to be in the heat anymore and I was starting to lose my cool.

"Shut up! It's so damn hot in here!" I snapped.

Miguel continued to laugh at me.

-Skip few minutes later-

I had had enough of Miguel, who was still laughing at me and teasing me about the heat.

I lost my cool and decided to douse him in a cup of cold water. He let out a loud shout as the water hit him.

"What in the hell?!" Miguel yelled.

I laughed

"W-what were you thinking?!" Miguel shouted angrily.

I shrugged, "I thought you might want to cool down." I replied sheepishly.

Miguel looked at me angrily as the water clung to his hair and suit. "I hate you," he growled.

I continued to laugh my ass off.

Miguel was getting tired of me laughing at him.

He marched over to me and grabbed me by the shirt collar. He put his face in mine and said in a menacing tone.

"Stop laughing."

"Or what, what are you gonna do?" I asked, trying to contain my laughter.

Miguel glared at me. Despite how angry his expression was, it was hard to take him seriously with how drenched he was.

He grabbed a towel and wiped off his hair.

"You're an idiot," he said in a low tone.

"Yeah," I replied sheepishly. "But at least I'm a Cooler idiot."

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #spider man 2099 #miguel x y/n #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel x you #spiderman #fanfic #miguel o hara #2099 #across the spiderverse #x teen!reader #teen reader #spiderverse #teen!reader #summer

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descendinginto-madness · 4 months

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welt except he has a fever and desperately needs sleep

cw: descriptions of illness, high fever, being kinda delirious/out of it, sleep deprivation?, nightmares, headaches, mentions of death

contains spoilers for welt's hi3 lore

also, disclaimer! welt in here is very reluctant to ask for help and feeling bad about it because... well i imagine he'd react like this, BUT! needing help and asking for it is completely normal and valid and okay; please remember that and take care of urself ok!! ily /p

alright, so...

i'm gonna be honest since i found @bugbytez13 's blog welt sickfic ideas don't want to leave my head LMAO except i will write a detailed description of a fic instead of the fic itself. that's it that's the post

tbh this ramble in particular could be made into two separate fanfics (one sickfic and one specifically about the nightmares) but shh

i will forever be self conscious or anxious about things i post that aren't just headcanons or silly little rambles, but also... writing this went surprisingly smoothly so! enjoy the essay or something idk HAHA

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so, about welt...

i just know this man is going to force himself to stay awake. maybe his self-sacrificing issues are less present now, and he doesn't immediately throw himself in danger in every fight ever, but he's still stubborn as hell. so he won't admit something is wrong. he won't admit that maybe getting way too little sleep several days in a row wasn't doing wonders for his immune system and he's now finally feeling the consequences. to be fair, he expected it might end like this, but he didn't want to take breaks - there's still too many things to take care of before they finally head to penacony. and now, he will still insist of taking care of everything, even though his body is basically begging him to go take a nap.

except maybe, he didn't even expect it to get this bad. or thought that he can just power through it. i mean, he's been through much worse, right? this is nothing compared to literally losing his body for some time. but he's sitting in the parlor car, and he's half awake, and unusually cold, and his head is hurting, and keeping up the act is getting harder and harder - but he has to, because the younger members of the crew are here too, even if only march is talking to him.

but they pick up on the fact that something is wrong, of course they do. his eyes are unfocused, he looks like he's about to fall asleep - or pass out - and march had to repeat herself twice for him to even fully process what she was asking him, and so suddenly stelle is next to him, attempting to touch his forehead - and he recoils. "i'm fine," he says, and it's probably a bit too quick and a bit too firm than he'd like it to be, and all of this is stupid, really, because he shouldn't be scared of someone touching him. how hot can it really be anyway if he's feeling so cold, right? but if that wasn't enough dan heng asks an even more dreaded question, "are you sure, mr yang? do you want us to call himeko?" and welt decides it's time to excuse himself, before he makes them even more worried. because even in his present state, he can pick up on the fact they're concerned, but at the same time unsure of what to do, and it makes him feel guilty. of course they're unsure; he's usually their caretaker, and he always knows what to do, and it should never be the other way around. he should've just stayed in his room all day, shouldn't he.

"thank you all for your concern, but i'm alright." he stands up. "now, please excuse me, i still have some work to do." of course that's true, but he's almost certain he won't be able to focus on that- but he just needs an excuse to get out from here and be left alone anyway.

but stelle is right next to him, and looking determined to accompany him to his room, too. "you look like you're about to fall, mr yang," they explain, and he wants to insist that he's okay once again, but realizes he's too tired to do so. it would take him at least a few minutes, and it's a few minutes he doesn't have nearly enough energy for. he just wants to finally lie down. so, he lets stelle essentially escort him into the hallway and to his bedroom, and make sure he doesn't collapse on his way there, and-- it's embarassing, honestly, because it's already so difficult for him to show himeko the slightest hints that something might be wrong, and right now the situation is similar but ten times worse - so it's also ten times harder for him to come to terms with the fact he needs to rely on someone.

"my... apologies for making you all worry," he says quietly when they reach his room, and he's so thankful that he left the lights off, because the parlor car was way too bright, and though the hallway was a bit better, it still wasn't good.

"it's alright," stelle shakes her head, and stands there in the doorway, even as he heads towards his bed and sits down. "i'll ask himeko to check up on you in a bit?" she asks, and he only nods, though he isn't sure if she can actually see it. he doesn't want to talk anymore, he doesn't want to think because even just that seems to make his headache worse, he just wants stelle to leave, he just wants to sleep-- he isn't even sure if he understood her question correctly, but he also doesn't have the energy to care. he falls asleep the moment the door closes behind her, fully clothed and half covered with a thick blanket, but even then he isn't allowed a peaceful rest.

memories from old battles flash before his eyes, silhouettes of enemies he once fought, those against whom he won - but also of those who severly injured or even killed him, and with that come the memories of the pain

and the fear of losing his body again.

when he finally awakens, sweating, shaky for reasons other than his fever, and still feeling pretty awful, it takes him longer than usual to remember where he is. it takes him longer than usual to remember that he's safe.

but now there's medicine and a thermometer on his nightstand, and a note written in himeko's neat handwriting - though he actually spots and reads it some time later - telling him to rest as much as he needs to, because she'll take care of everything; and only after he does read it and feels a sense of relief come over him, he realizes how much the thought of having to leave all the work in order to take a break actually stressed him out. he still feels bad about it, because of course he does, and of course he's going to apologize to everyone later.

but he's also able to sleep more peacefully now.

#whump #whump writing #welt yang #honkai star rail #hsr #rambles #hsr headcanons #headcanon #stelle #march 7th #dan heng #ig these three are here for a bit!#sickfic #angst?#hurt/comfort #i guess #himeko #dim writing ☁️

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redflagsandbanners · 2 years

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#Ronancetober _ Day 3

"This happened then. You -"

"Robin -"

"I mean, listen -"

"Robin, I swear -"

"You're not so different from a wet cat -"

"I will murder you, Buckley, this is it for - Stop laughing, for the love of God!"

Robin bends in half, clutching at her stomach, and it is so very awful of her to be mocking her best friend where she is dripping a little pool of water on the bathroom tiles. Something about the car dying in the middle of the stupid road, something about missing first period, something about getting caught in the storm and something about -

"This is not funny!"

"You kept walking, why did you keep walking?!"

"Shut up. Shut up, shut up, Buckley, my god -"

She tries to swallow down the giggles, she tries to focus on pity and stop laughing at the sight of Nancy Wheeler scowling at the mirror over the sinks while standing defeated. Hair dripping, jacket thrown on the counter (also dripping), sweater clinging on her torso like a foot towel in front of a bathtub, pants and boots squeaking with each shift of her.

"You're gonna get sick, man".

"Well, what the fuck am I supposed to do?"

"Want me to call Steve come get you home to change?"

"As if he'll let me sit on his car like this".

"If he wants to live another day, he shall do so".

Nancy stills, meeting Robin's eyes through the mirror. Sighs a deep, depressed sound, and runs a hand through the wet curls of her hair. Her hand comes back just as wet and by now, she is starting to shudder, rough chills snapping through her spine.

"I'm gonna get sick, man", Nancy repeats and Robin chuckles, going to lean on the counter next to her.

Something bright is glimmering in the deep blue eyes. Nancy glares at the lazy smirk.

"What, what, what is it?"

"I may have a solution".

Dread. This is what Nancy feels when her best friend smirks like this. Her heart is pounding by now and she cannot - she cannot take her eyes away from the glimmer in Robin's eyes. The next shudder has nothing to do with the cold and she - she thinks of Pennhurst, suddenly. Of bad ideas. Of them sticking together through them.

"What?"

"So tonight was supposed to be the very first football game of the semester but it is raining so, naturally, it got canceled -"

"Nope".

"- meaning my band uniform -"

"No, no. I'll be fine".

"- it ain't gonna be used by anyone today".

"I'm alright, really".

"You're already sniffing, Wheeler".

She groans, an even deeper sound, letting her head hang and letting her soul leave her body, so only a casket of useless bones is left behind.

"Fuck me", she mumbles and Robin chuckles again, the smirk spreading into an excited grin.

"Do I bring it over?"

"If I see you carrying the hat, I will kill you".

"Yes, ma'am", Robin bounces off of the counter and goddamn races out of the bathroom to her locker.

Nancy hangs her head again. Closes her eyes and fights to keep from shuddering even more. Everything needs to go; sweater and undershirt and underwear, pants and socks and boots. A towel is needed. A cup of tea with an obnoxious amount of honey, is needed too. She keeps sniffing and she keeps feels a scratch at the back of her throat and goddamn, goddamn -

The bathroom door slams open. And, suddenly, Robin looks incredibly nervous. Folded green and white clothes are held close to her chest; white shoes held by two fingers. A gym towel is on the girl's shoulder.

Nancy could kiss her right now.

"Listen, calling Steve is probably a better idea anyway. I mean there isn't a lot for you in this school to get you warm right now. You probably need a warm shower or something - "

"Robin. These are enough. Thank you".

"Sure. Sure thing. Here, the towel is clean and everything. Do you want me to go? I can find you a plastic bag for the wet clothes -"

"No, I'll only take a minute. Hold on, we'll go together".

"Sure, sure..." - Robin is fidgety. Why is she fidgety? - "...I'll be right here".

From the stall, Nancy can hear her pacing across the length of the room. It is not like this is the first time they exchange clothes for Robin to be this nervous, but Nancy guesses the uniform is another territory.

It doesn't feel much different than the rest of Robin's clothes. The green pants are incredibly soft against her legs and they're long. She has practiced the way of folding them over around her ankles. Socks and shoes slightly bigger than her own. Shirt brushing thick over her chest, big enough to hide the fact she won't be wearing a bra for the rest of the day.

It smells like cotton and like Robin. It takes her a moment to get the buttons lined up. It takes her another moment to slip the jacket over without messing the decorating pins and chains hanging from the pockets. She sighs in relief as it hangs from her shoulders, buggy and warm and so so comforting. Her fingertips curl around the edges of the sleeves, tugging it in loose fists and, god, it feels like sleeping in Robin's bed.

"Nance, you good in there?"

She has closed her eyes. She has nuzzled her face in the soft collar, breathing in the girl's scent.

Her voice is hoarse. "Yeah. I'm coming out".

On the other side of the door, Robin snorts a laughing sound. "Been waiting for that for a while", she teases and, despite not being able to see her, Nancy rolls her eyes with a smirk of her own.

Robin leans against the wall in front of the stalls, and, even when the girl's motionless weight is supported by the bricks, at the sight of Nancy stepping out of the stall has her stumbling.

Knees wavering and jaw dropping open and cheeks flushing bright red and a strangled sound escaping her throat. At the reaction, Nancy lifts both eyebrows.

"You good?"

"No".

Nancy smirks. "Some drool on the side of her mouth, Buckley".

"I'm... Listen. Listen, Wheeler, you - you know you're a gorgeous being of a girl. You know it and this - you look even better in my... I mean -"

Nancy's eyebrows are up to her hairline by now. She is blushing just as much but - but refuses to look away from Robin pressing further against the wall. Clearly affected by what she is seeing. Clearly nervous about it. Clearly unable to hide the emotions from her face.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Nance, I'll - I'll go. I'll go, I don't want you to feel, like, uncomfortable or - or - or, like -"

"Hey, no..." - Nancy frowns and comes closer to press a hand on Robin's arm. The girl jolts at the touch, wide eyes snapping down to find Nancy's own.

"You'd never make me feel uncomfortable".

Robin gulps but doesn't nod. At finding her so overwhelmed, both wonder and fear in her gaze, Nancy feels her chest both tight and loosen.

She jumps forward, wrapping her best friend in the tightest of hugs. Immediately, both arms fly around her too, embracing her right back, and when standing this close, Nancy feels the relief leaking through the girl's shoulders and chasing away the fear.

Against her skin, the uniform rubs comfortingly stiff. Warm. Nancy shudders, heart pounding so fast she is sure Robin can feel it.

On Robin's denim jacket, Nancy whispers, "You like me".

Both arms tighten when Robin starts to tremble.

"You're my best friend".

"But you... you like like me".

"I'm - I'm - Nance, I - "

Nancy presses harder against her shoulder, closes her eyes tight as her heart threatens to jump out of her mouth. "Can I kiss you?"

"Nancy, I - I'm - I don't want this to just be - be, like, just a moment. I don't..." - when Nancy pulls back to look up at her, Robin's breaths catch at her throat - "...I want this to - to be a full thing".

Nancy cannot stop looking at her lips. "Really?"

"I - I - I mean..."

"I want that too. The full thing. Everything. I want it too, Robin".

"You - Really?"

Nancy smiles up at her. Robin exhales a long, overwhelmed blow of air, some tension slacking out of her.

"So... can I kiss you?"

"You can kiss me".

Robin sucks in another breath, nervously licks her lips, and the sight is enough to have Nancy's knees ducking in longing.

When Robin reaches over, smoothing out the collar of the green jacket, her hand is trembling and another blush is raising to her cheeks. Fingers curl softly around the edge of the stiff fabric, tugging Nancy just a bit closer.

They both gulp.

#ronancetober #day three #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #stranger things fic #ronance

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themoonsbride · 1 year

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hi hi, just a cute idea if you want to write it love 🥰 reader has nightmares and she can't fall asleep so peter hugs and kisses her, stroking her hair gently and tells her that there's nothing to be afraid of and that he's with her<3

hello love!!! thank you so so much for the request! this is so adorable, and I had a lot of fun writing it for you ! I hope you enjoy it :) <3

You're Safe With Me .

pairing; Peter Ballard x Fem!Reader

summary; (in the request!) Reader has been having nightmares lately, and has been on edge during the working hours of her life, Peter has noticed this and ends up figuring out the issues and makes the reader spend the night with him. <3

warnings; Nightmares, loss of sleep, crying, Aftermath of nightmares, rest is all fluff <3 (please lmk if I missed anything!)

a/n; this is my first new request in awhile and I'm so happy about it!!! also, I've decided that I'll also be taking requests for Anthony from Sweeney Todd !! (another characterJamie plays for those who may not know) :) <3

--×♥︎×--

It was a quiet night through out Hawkins National Labrotoris. The lights had gone out, and everyone was sleeping, peacefully wouldn't be the correct word choice per say because nothing inside of the dreadful building was ever peacefully that any stable mind would say.

But it was at least quiet, there was that much, sure it was usually always quiet, but during the night feeling of it being so quiet was different, some would've said relieving, others would have said extremely skin crawling chilling.

Though, the gaurds and the nurses and the children had all been finally sleeping at the exhausted muscles in their bodies slowly went through the process of fully relaxing, just for them to be overworked again within the next few hours, yours were tense.

You were sleeping, yes, but, it was quiet the opposite from relaxing you, infact it seemed as though it were killing you in a way. Your limps twitched, and your head turned from side to side harshly.

And suddenly your breath decides to join in part of the sensory madness and turn itself into fast pants, and your body coated itself in a cold, thick sweat.

Thats when your brain suddenly turned off its movie of horror that made your heart nervous and your nerves a mental breakdown, your eyes snapped open like a light switch being flickered on.

You sat up quickly, blinking profusely, looking at your surroundings.

You were in your room, and it was nearly 3:25 a.m., you still had about 3 more hours of sleep left.

You took some time to get your nerves back into shape and running again, but you laid, staring at your ceiling, you went to rub your tired eyes and when doing so, they felt damp.

You sighed to yourself and began to wonder how you'd even ended up in here in the first place.

--×♥︎×--

You don't remember what time it was when you fell asleep, but your alarm did its job as it had done everyday for the last year and 5 months now.

You forced your legs to keep you on the cold tiled floor you were standing on, your vision going from a blur to black within seconds from standing too quickly.

This wasn't the first time working in this sort of hell house had given you dreadful images that played in your mind through the night.

They'd been happening to you for about 2 weeks now and it wasnt the first time you had struggled with these types of dreams either.

but they felt more torturous than the shocking collar did. Thankfully you've never came into contact with that God forsaken thing. But you knew someone who has.

His name was Peter, Peter Ballard, and he's the sweetest man you'd ever met inside of this prison, He always smiled even if you could sense he truly didn't want to at times.

And he was always caring of you, others? not so much. He didn't seem to notice any of the other workers or nurses or even most of the children, but you seemed to have caught his eye.

And it made you curious and wonder what it could've possibly been about you that made him attract to you as if you were a magnet.

--×♥︎×--

It was finally your break, your legs quickly exited you from the rainbow room, sure it was the only room with color but sometimes it was nauseating to look at.

You tried not to ponder much about it as you pushed through the double doors of the breakroom and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

The coffee was poor quality and looked mucky inside of the mugs they were meant for. It didn't even fully look like it was coffee inside of a mug, someone who lived beyond the walls of Hawkins Labrotory would've identified it as a mug full of swamp water.

Your eyes felt heavy along with your head, but you did your best to fight off your powerful tiredness and exhaustion. If Brenner had suspected anything of the sorts, you'd never be hearing the end of it.

You had even realized your eyes were resting until the sound of the double doors creaked opened again.

It was that angelic blond man who you dearly adored. His hair was curled perfectly as it were everyday, and his eyes seemed dull, though they still shined through the poor lights in bedded into the ceiling. He also seemed more awake than you were the last week.

"Didn't rest much last night?" He asked, his voice was as soft as a pillow as always. Though it took you a few seconds for your brain to actually register what he said.

"hm? oh, no I slept fine." Your voice croaked, it sounded like you just woke up and your cheeks started to flush pink from embarressment.

"Does that explain those black circles underneath your eyes?" He said, a smirk etched onto his face, you rolled your eyes at him smiling back a tiny bit.

"Whatever Blondie." He hated that name.

"Stop calling me that!" He laughed a little. You sat up a bit more and placed your hand over your heart, pretending to be hurt.

"My word, I thought you found the name to be music to your ears." Sarcasm was booming in your words.

"Your voice in general is."

You thought you'd heard him say something but, he was whispering and your mind felt hazy from how tired you were.

"Hmm?" you hummed to him, but it wouldn't have mattered if he answered you, your mind wouldn't take the time to process it anyway.

You loved being able to joke with him in such a way, it seemed as though you could be sarcastic with him and not get scolded for doing so, infact he found it to be funny.

It only took a few weeks for you and Peter to get along, and before you knew it the both of you were best friends, as a small child would call it. And you seemed to enjoy calling it that too, but it felt somewhat silly to you whenever you did.

He never seemed to have minded though, and it made you not feel as stupid for it.

It also didn't take long for the two of you to realize the love you held for eachother. And you would've never assumed that he would've became your secret boyfriend a day in your life either.

--×♥︎×--

Your shift had recently ended, and you were feeling quite anxious and your mind thought of how horrible this night were going to be.

How you didn't want to have to suffer through another night of vivid nightmares that would leave you shaking for 15 minutes straight.

As you lay on your mattress, staring at your ceiling, each time you'd attempt to close your eyes, they'd only re-open themselves.

Like your own body was refusing itself from falling asleep.

This cycle continued for what felt like hours, but in reality had only been 10 minutes. And at this rate you'd given up on the idea of sleep.

But you knew you had to get some type of sleep if you wanted to be able to wake up on time for work in the morning, so you kicked off your covers and sighed to yourself.

You sighed as you stood at your bed, closing your eyes, and then tears began to fall. You just wanted it to stop, for the nightmares to end, for you to be able to sleep without your entire body having a nervous breakdown.

You looked up at the ceiling and took a breath, quietly exiting your bedroom to go see your true love as guilty as you felt about the idea of awakening him.

Your knuckles quietly tapped against the metal door. Your sniffles surely couldve been heard from the next hall, and through the door.

Your body tensed when you heard the sound of footsteps.

Suddenly the door opened and Peter quickly pulled you inside for you to have not gotten caught, he took a few moments to examine your face before pulling you into his warm embrace.

"What happened baby?" He whispered into your hair, his voice was deep and filled with haziness.

"nothing I just uhm. I haven't been able to sleep and I w-wanted to know if it was okay if.. If I slept here? with you..?" Your voice was trembling and muffled from your face nuzzled into his chest.

His hand start rubbing your back as he comforted you, and you felt your shoulders start to loosen as you melted from his touch.

"Of course.." He mumbled before gently pulling away from you and grabbing your hands, taking you to his bed with him, You'd never seen him in anything but his working clothes, so seeing him wearing a plain t-shirt and shorts was some what of a big deal to you.

He looked really good though, but you cleared your thoughts and focused back on sleeping as he pulled your body towards his under the covers, his sheets smelled like him and his comforter was warm like him. You felt so safe around him that it felt like not even Brenner could harm you.

He continued to sooth your body and kiss your forehead, "Why weren't you able to sleep?" He asked lowly

"..I've been having nightmares." You replied, you felt so embarrassed to have to admit that to your boyfriend as an adult.

"I guess that's why I haven't slept much, they've been.. scaring me too much." You didn't really process that you were telling him this because you just wanted to sleep.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, I promise.. Not for as long as im with you dear." He murmurs to you as all your muscles finally relax and loosen from the overwhelmingly relief of you finally drifting into sleep.

#peter ballard #peter ballard x reader #peter ballard x you #peter ballard fluff #henry creel fanfiction #henry creel x y/n #henry creel x reader #henry creel #001 #001 fluff #001 x reader #vecna/henry/001 #stranger things 001

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leighsartworks216 · 2 years

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Just A Child

Darkiplier x teenage!gn!reader (PLATONIC)

Requested by 🖌 Anon:

“Bro (/gn), Would you be willing to write something about this idea? So, in the Markiplier universe- under the assumption that Actor has been Mark in each project- he kinda drags Viewer (Ima call them V) along with him, right? So, imagine if instead V was actually just a nervous teen. (Obviously the people in each universe would just be complimenting V, not flirting) So, they're sticking with Mark since they don't really have anyone else to rely on or anything. But what if they don't really like Mark, and see Dark as a more stable... well... everything. An you know how Dark seems kinda hooked on getting V "out of Mark's grasp" basically? So, what if V takes him up on that, and Dark DOES manage to get V away from Mark, and like, takes them back to the Ego mansion or smth and kinda just helps them adjust and interact with everyone and more-or-less becomes their caretaker/guardian? If not, that's fine! Either way, have a great day/night/etc. :)”

I highkey had a hard time writing this one and I'm not, like, 100% happy with it but idk maybe it's just bc I've been working on it for a while lol

Warnings: Actor is a creep in this (mostly implied), hurt/comfort-ish?

Word Count: 1563

Masterlist

You fidgeted as you walked through the theater again. The incessant “Bonjour”s were giving you a headache at this point. And the most you’d had to eat was a sandwich. Though, it was a while ago since that happened…

“The romance?... Or the horror?”

The last time you came through here, you’d “watched” the romance. It was… something.

You pointed at the horror door.

“Good idea! I’ve actually never seen this play before. I don’t even know who made it, so…” Mark shrugged, smiling that fake, plastered-on grin as always. “Could be a fun adventure.”

“Good luck!” One of the waiters… employees… One of the men that seemed to work everywhere you went stared dead at Mark. It was the first time you saw him so serious.

Mark also seemed unsettled. “Oh, okay. Alright.” He did a little salute as he said, “Bonjour!” to the employee.

As you followed Mark to your seats (him going on a one-sided dialogue about how he was a “patron of the arts” and so on), you couldn’t help but feel… unsettled. You looked around. Nothing was out of place since the last time you came through here. And yet, a chill still ran up your spine as you sat in the front row seat, directly in front of the lone table on stage.

“You want some popcorn?” It was futile to reach for a piece, but you tried anyway, before the carton of kernels was pulled away. “OH! It’s starting!”

Was it?

When you turned back to Mark to ask him just that, you found his chair empty. The cold feeling of dread covered your shoulders like a blanket. Your gaze found itself once again fixated on the table on the stage. Creaking sounded from every corner of the room. A high pitched whine rang out, coming from within you just as much as it was coming from around you. The room began to distort. Change. Shift.

And then it was dark.

“You’re… different.”

You would have screamed, but you couldn’t feel yourself anymore. It felt like your body had been swept away, like all that was left in this void was your conscience. Instead, you stared.

The man before you looked like Mark. But he felt… wrong. Looking at him gave you a headache. His skin was pale, lacking any color at all. In fact, the only color you could see anymore were glitches of red and blue that clung to his suit and formed distorted versions of the man standing behind himself.

The man tilted his head. His neck cracked sickeningly. “So,” he mused, though his voice lacked any mirth, “he’s dragging along helpless teenagers now�� How pitiful.”

Who are you? echoed around in your mind. He didn’t answer your question, if he even heard it at all.

“I know this must seem confusing, like a bad dream you can’t wake up from… But believe me when I tell you that it is all his doing.”

In a blink of an eye, you found yourself sitting at the table from the restaurant. The only difference, aside from the nothingness that surrounded you, was the man in Mark’s place. He had his fingers interlaced, hands resting on the edge of the table.

“Endless choices, all leading you back here.”

A voice whispered from the darkness. Trapped. A moment later, the man was saying the same thing.

“You’re trapped in his little game.”

Your voice came as little more than a whisper. It faded into the darkness surrounding you.

“How do you get out?” He tilted his head at you. Curious, studying. As if he didn’t expect you to ask such an odd question. “I can help you.”

In another flash, you were back outside. You weren’t sure where, but it felt less suffocating than the endlessness from before.

“Enough of the choices. Enough of this endless cycle of meaningless.” He straightened up, brushing his hair back from his face before holding out his hand. “I can get you out of here. You just need to let me i-”

“Oops.” The world was dark again. You didn’t look up from your chocolate ice cream. “Looks like you made the wrong choice.”

“I-I shot someone.”

Even after all of this fake Mark’s reassurances that it would be okay, your hands were still shaking. The heavy weight of the gun still sat in your palms. But every time you looked, it wasn’t there.

The man, entity, whatever he was, watched as you picked up your spoon. It trembled and shook in your grasp. He worried for a brief moment that you would drop it before it even reached the bowl.

“I’m sorry.”

You looked up. The blue and red that surrounded him seemed dimmer than earlier, softer. You couldn’t hear the ringing that pressed against your skull. He thought you looked like an infant - too young and small to be dragged into Mark’s mess.

“What I promised you still stands.” He reached his hand across once more. His hand was ice cold as it grabbed yours, stilling your tremors. “I can get you out of here.”

You should have been terrified. First Mark, with his uncomfortable flirting, as if this was all just some role that needed to be played. Then the endless loops. And now…

“Wh-What.” You cleared your throat, trying to steel the dread in your soul. “What’s your name?”

He tilted his head, brow furrowing. He seemed to ponder this for a moment.

“Do you have a name…?”

“I used to,” he admitted. A flash of… something in his eyes. “I suppose, for simplicity’s sake, you may call me Dark.”

You whispered his name with a mixture of awe and curiosity. “M-My name is-” The world fell away before your eyes.

You blinked up at the building before you. A… museum? Paintings hung on walls peeked out of the large glass windows. You could just barely see a sculpture inside. You looked down at your clothes and found you were wearing all black. A grapple gun rested on your hip.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Turning on a dime, you were face to face once again with Mark. His lips curled into a cheshire grin. There was too much knowing in his eyes.

“You’re not backing out now, are ya?”

Your phone buzzed. You pulled it from your pocket with trembling fingers.

Don’t you feel like you’re running in circles?

You didn’t recognize any of the portraits on the walls. All of them had their eyes crossed out. And it felt like they were… whispering to you. The only one that looked even remotely familiar sat at the end of the hallway. It looked like-

“Same snake, different skin.”

You wheeled around, heart racing in your chest. Dark stood there, hands behind his back, in a white suit this time. He looked just as malcontented with your presence in this “game” as he had the last time you saw him.

“Always spinning his yarns, his webs, his lies.” He sighed, tilting his head. He seemed almost like a disappointed parent, scolding you for staying out too late. “I always thought that you were trapped in his games. Perpetually plunging down the rabbit holes of his stories. Helpless. Lost.”

You looked over your shoulder at the last portrait. The paint had flaked away and fallen off, but you remember the smiling face that was there before. The disgusting, plastered-on smile that was always there. “Was that Mark?”

The entity hummed. In a flash of red and blue, he was standing in front of the painting, scowling at the gilded frame. “He is behind all of this. Pulling the strings like a puppeteer controlling a marionette.” His gaze flicked over his shoulder. You swallowed at the implication.

“Last time…” Your brow furrowed. How long ago had that been? How long ago was it that you sat at the ice cream parlor, being comforted after shooting Mark? You swallowed, and pushed back the thought. Dark’s face softened, as if he knew what had crossed your mind. “Last time you said you could get me out of here.”

He turned his body to face you. Haloed by the light above the picture, he nodded. “I can.”

Unbidden, tears welled in your eyes. “Please.” You bit your lip, fighting the shake in your voice. “Please get me out of here.”

He stepped forward, stopping a few feet in front of you. His face was somber, gentle. He seemed to look you over for a minute. Perhaps he was seeing what you’d gone through - the prison, the forest, the pirate ship, the cave. Every now and again, an image of himself would turn to the side and scream.

You swallowed hard. Would he turn you away now? He so openly gave you his hand before, offered a way out. Would he abandon you in this loop now? A warm tear fell down your cheek.

“Please.”

Cold arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a broad chest. A hand carefully cupped the back of your head. “I will get you out.” He held you as you clung to him and cried into his suit. He could only hope they were tears of joy and relief, and not for the choices you’d been forced to make. You were just a child, after all. And he would make sure Mark knew, too, when his time came.

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zodiacs-web · 2 years

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Hey! ☺️ idk if you already planned on it, but my request would be a continuation, if you would like it, of the story about the restaurant owner and gyutaro! I think it’s a lovely idea. Maybe to wrap up things? I’ll leave it up to you! Xx

Hunger Pt. 2

𖥔 Gyutaro x F!Reader 𖥔 Synopsis: Gyuutaro falls for restaurant owner

𖥔 What's in the web: Fluff,

𖥔 A/n: My bad if it took too long, I was occupied with school.

𖥔 Part 1

Laying on the futon and attempting to sleep was such a struggle, all you could think about was the demon. You didn't even know anything about him, and you were already wishing to see him. For what purpose? You were debating many reasons.

There was just a sense of wanting to speak to him, like you want to know the answer so desperately, be it wrong or not. And it was wrong, but you were falling for it. All you wanted was for him to answer you, but now that you're standing behind your restaurant waiting says it all.

That word that drove you wild was actually your reason for being out here so late in the night. Beautiful. That one word that drove you up that wall, a word you rarely received in your life, and it was killing you slowly. And yet, there was this feeling, like butterflies in your stomach erupting from their cocoons at the mere thought of him.

You needed this closure, this connection to confirm your everlasting feeling. A disgruntled sigh left your lips as you looked up at the moon.

It felt late, too late and you didn't want to be out here anymore. It's fine though, not like anyone is going to hurt you, right? You pursed your lips and your head lowered; your eyes now glued onto your feet. Your sandals, the only thing you kept after selling everything to make this happen, still fit you after a few years.

Momentarily closing your eyes, you sighed once more feeling a sense of dread. Maybe he's not coming and it's getting cold, so you didn't want to stay out here for too long. You opened your eyes to see another pair of feet right in front of yours, the grey feet shuffling. Your head quickly looking up to see the man before you, involuntarily, smiling at him.

His face scrunched up in delight at the expression you made, smile as bright as diamonds, eyes glowing like the moon and your beauty radiating as ever. He felt nervous now that he realized the position he was in. Like before, his hands were right above your head looking down at you as he was drowning in your expressions.

And there he was, confirming your feelings.

"I-"

"I'm so happy to see you again!" You interrupted.

"Eh?!"

"Honestly, I've been waiting for you for such a long time." You squealed, "I was worried you wouldn't come.

"I... I want to speak to you!" He yelled a little groan of embarrassment leaving him.

Your eyes widened and your lips were still curved into a smile. Oh, he likes that expression too. He's feeding off of those and he can't help but be hungry for more. He finally came to terms with it after watching you from his sister's room, his face growing smiles as he watched yours bloom.

"I wanted to talk with you as well..." You stepped closer to him, "It feels wrong but maybe we can go somewhere."

His hands left the wall and over to your shoulders, you didn't jump, and you didn't have that scared expression on you like before. He loved this one you had right now. Eyes half-lidded with a smile that can power a city.

"I also... want to be with you." He quickly muttered the last part, hoping you wouldn't hear it.

"Be with me?" You giggled as he looked away in embarrassment. "I don't even know your name."

He stopped thinking for a second. That was true, he didn't give you his name. Well at that moment wasn't the perfect time but it can be ignored.

"My name is Gyutaro." He responded, "And yours?"

"My name is (Y/n) (L/n). I hope we can get along."

#zodiac's web #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro #kny gyuutaro #kny gyutaro #kny #kimetsu gyutaro #gyutaro x y/n #gyutaro x you #fem reader #female reader #kimetsu no yaiba gyutaro

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allaboardthevespa · 7 months

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If I Lay Here...

SURPRISE EVERYONE I WROTE A DISVENTURE CAMP FICLET!

Anyway...I had a pretty rough day. And to help take my mind off it, I decided to write myself a little comforting Ellabby fluff because they rule my brain right now and I think they need a little more content.

I HC that Gabby tends to suffer from nightmares pretty often, and tbh I've had quite a lot of nightmares lately myself...should I be concerned about that? Idk man. But whatever. So here's a little hurt-comfort ficlet where Ellie comforts Gabby after one of her nightmares post-DC.

Remained pretty ambiguous about the setting because well I have like no ideas lol and I'm bad with describing settings anyway lmao

Also finding a good song for this (songs always help a lot when I write) was tough but I definitely picture Chasing Cars as an Ellabby anthem. Plus I also HC that Ellie is an amazing singer and she sings to Gabby regularly.

But this preamble is getting lengthy, so...here we go!

For a moment, Ellie flinched a little as the sound got her attention. She was a light sleeper, and it didn’t take much to rouse her from her slumbers.

As Ellie got up, wondering what the sound was, she looked around the room…and her eyes fell upon her brown-haired girlfriend, sleeping not-so-soundly next to her. The workaholic felt her heart start to ache as she realized what was happening.

Gabby had mentioned to her in passing before that she was prone to nightmares, but given they had only recently started spending their nights together, it took until now for Ellie to witness this happening in person…and it was a sobering sight indeed.

Whatever was happening in Gabby’s dream was clearly tormenting her. The brunette was tightly clenching her own arms, whimpering in fright and pain as tears bubbled out of her eyes and trickled down her face. She was also clearly thrashing around a little, tossing and turning as if trying in vain to shake the nightmare’s grip off of her.

Well, Ellie wasn’t about to just stand by and let her girlfriend suffer alone…

At once, the Minimum Wage Worker put her hands upon the Polish girl’s shoulders and began softly rubbing them, and quietly, called out to her. “Hey, Gabby?” the American girl spoke, “Are you alright?” Hearing the gentle voice of her freckled girlfriend and feeling her soft touch on her shoulders, Gabby gently opened her eyes. In that moment, her mind groggily took in her surroundings. The bedsheets above her body, the ceiling staring down at her…and her skin bathed in a cold sweat. She could still feel her heart pounding, and her breath still felt hitched.

“Oh, dear,” whimpered the Tree Hugger, “I’m sorry to wake you, darling. I must’ve had one of those stupid nightmares again.” “Hey, don’t worry, honey,” Ellie comforted her nature-loving girlfriend, “You can’t help it. You told me yourself that you deal with nightmares pretty frequently.” “Oh, yeah,” the brunette spoke in realization. She recalled every dreadful moment of that damn nightmare. The harsh words of her father ringing in her head. The cruel insults from Grett echoing in her mind. The murderous look in Jensen’s eyes and the crazed grin on his face as he rose up that knife and-

In that moment, the memories grew too much for Gabby, and she abruptly thrust herself forward and clung to Ellie’s chest tightly, tears streaming down her face anew as her body shivered in fear and heartbreak. Forgetting any questions she wanted to ask, Ellie put one of her arms around her tearful girlfriend’s back, and started gently stroking her hair with her free hand. Even in a moment like this, the redhead still found her partner to be astoundingly beautiful. Her soft hair, her smooth skin, her squeaky voice, her bubbly personality…all she wanted now was to see a smile lighting up her face again.

So, gently, the pale-skinned American girl put one hand upon her lover’s chin, gently stroking it with her thumb. There was a brief pause, and then, Gabby let her eyes open and gazed into the blue eyes of her beloved.

Ellie took a moment to admire the brown eyes of her partner, then, taking a deep breath, she began singing a soft tune to her.

If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we’re told Before we get too old Show me a garden that’s bursting into life

Slowly, the brunette felt her heart stop pounding as Ellie’s voice soothed her mind and soul. The memories of that terrible dream slowly faded from her mind. Wiping some final tears from her eyes with one of her hands, Gabby let her other hand join with one of Ellie’s. Their fingers intertwined as they kept gazing at each other. And, to her own surprise, Gabby found herself singing along with her girlfriend…her one and only soulmate.

All that I am All that I ever was Is here in your perfect eyes, they’re all I can see

I don’t know when Confused about how as well Just know that these things will never change for us at all

Sensing her partner was put at ease at last, Ellie put both of her arms around the brunette and gave her a gentle kiss on her cheek. The moment Ellie pulled back, Gabby, as if to return the favor, gave her a soft kiss on the tip of her nose, and whispered in gratitude, “I love you, Ellie.” Then, the Polish girl returned the embrace Ellie was giving her, and, cuddled up in her arms, fell into a peaceful sleep once more. The workaholic watched in joy, her heart warming as her beloved nature-lover slumbered quietly within her arms. The, she gently pressed her forehead against that of her partner’s, and replied quietly, “I love you too, Gabby.”

If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

#disventure camp #disventure camp ellie #disventure camp gabby #ellabby #gabellie #i prefer ellabby as a name but i'll use that one as a tag too so this can be found by my fellow shippers easier #my writing #they are EVERYTHING #and yeah gabby's a comfort character of mine now #it's pretty much official #i'd edit her into my comfort characters tumblr page but i'm out of space lmao #song: “chasing cars” by snow patrol #though you could also swap it out for the sleeping at last cover #either way is a win #TOO MANY TAGS LOL

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pinkiepiebones · 11 months

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Hi! I absolutely love your writing, you always have just the right blend of angst/emotion/humour which makes your writing so enjoyable. You asked for prompts, so if you’re still taking them, may I request a Renfield and Dr Seward interaction, set in the novel/movie timeframe?

Okay first of all I'm ???!!! I love and appreciate your kind words so much!!!!

So here's the thing- 1) I'm not good at the book's timeline and B) the 1931 movie is very much not based on the book, and Renfield 2023 is based on the 1931 movie, not the book, so I have a different version od Seward in my head. In fact, Renfield met a Doctor Seward in my fic Scar Tissue...

Anyway, I still want to send you home with something in your bag, so-

Robert never liked doctors. He had grown up in an era, in a village where leeches were still considered good medicine. He never told Rebecca that; she'd never let him live it down.

Today she was driving him- as she often did when she was available, as Robert never learned to drive and did not in fact own a car- back for a follow up with a withered old ex-Mafia doctor.

Doctor Seward.

The name still sent jolts of dread up Robert's spine. Several decades ago he had been found in the belly of a merchant vessel, the Vesta, his grip on reality more than deteriorated partly due to the thrall of Count Dracula, and partly due to the weeks he had been confined in the cargo hold, guarding Dracula's coffin and eating the occasional rat that dared to venture too close to him. The sailors who found him took him to the sanitarium- fucking awful name for a fucking awful idea of a place. There he had been placed under the care of Doctor Jack Seward, and, later, Professor Van Helsing. Admittedly, Robert didn't remember much of his actual treatments, if any, in Seward's sanitarium; his attempts to remember were mostly blotted out and filled with the howling of wolves and the feel of cold stone stairs...

"Robert! Jeez dude, you're freaking me out."

Robert startled back to the present. He was still sitting in Rebecca's car. She was standing by the passenger side door, looking at him over her sunglasses. She had parked in the cracked and sun-baked parking lot in front of a desolate-looking strip mall which housed a nail salon at one end, a pizza parlor on the other, and in the middle a nondescript office from which this Doctor Seward, present tense, worked. Robert clambered out of the car and Rebecca put a hand on his arm. "You okay? We can blow this off if you want."

"I'm fine," Robert lied. "Just remembered something."

Rebecca frowned but trusted him. She led the way into the office. The inside had wood-panel walls and sickly yellowing floors and had the uneasy atmosphere of a cheaply made 1980s horror film. Or even a cheaply made 1980s courtroom drama film.

The receptionist barely looked up from her very important nail filing and waved Robert and Rebecca back. Rebecca fumbled for Robert's hand and squeezed.

"This is just a little follow up," she said as much for him as for her. "No X-rays this time." She let go and sighed. The first visit had scared her. Seward had shown Robert- and her- that Dracula's blood had never healed Robert fully, it had just zipped up his skin and set his muscle and bone tissue into spasms of replication, resulting in pockets of tissue masses inside his body. Seward had expressed genuine concern for Robert's pain and wrote him a prescription for it. And now they were back in the same exam room, with the same old magazines, only this time Robert wasn't in one of those silly paper gowns.

Doctor Seward shuffled in before Robert and Rebecca could start talking, which Rebecca was thankful for. He looked just as ancient and wrinkly as he had been when they first met, like a super-dehydrated Mister Potato Head.

"Mister Renfield," he said gruffly, extending his hand for a shake. No sooner had he gripped Robert's hand he turned and greeted Rebecca. "Not wife nor girlfriend."

"Rebecca," Rebecca said sternly.

"Hm."

Doctor Seward turned his attention back to his patient. "How you been, Mister Renfield? How's the pain?"

"Oh, um." Robert was sitting on the exam table. He looked down at his shoes. "I can definitely tell a difference in my day-to-day activities, thanks to the pain medication your prescribed."

Doctor Seward adjusted his thick glasses. "So, no more bizarre injuries that require a vampire's intervention?"

Rebecca stood, suddenly, and spoke. "Okay, enough bullshit. How do you know about that? Last time we were here, you called Robert a familiar. You know something, so spill."

The old doctor looked at Robert, who gave a little shrug and nod. Doctor Seward chuckled. "Well, Rebecca, it's not a big twist. A long time ago Mister Renfield here was a resident of Seward's Sanitarium." Rebecca stared at Robert, who nodded and managed to give her an apologetic 'sorry I didn't tell you about my time in a sanitarium' look.

"That Seward was my father."

Robert nearly fell off the exam table. "The fuck?" he exclaimed, then immediately after, "shit, sorry, I'm just-"

"Fuck," Rebecca agreed.

Doctor Seward nodded. "Yeah. After pop died I was tasked with going through his papers, y'know, what to save and what to toss. Found his old notes about Mister Renfield." He gave Robert a shockingly gentle smile. "Sorry for not bein' up front about this. Figured you wouldn't want to be reminded of my pop and your time with him."

Then, Doctor Seward returned to his gruff self. "Aright, clear out. The Invisible Man's coming in for X-Rays soon."

In the car, barely out of the parking lot, Rebecca gripped the wheel tight. "This is some fucking weird shit, Robert."

Robert was looking out his window, partially daydreaming. "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is," Rebecca sighed, turning in to traffic, "that it's really weird that this Mafia doctor I knew about from my policing days just so happens to be the son of a doctor who treated you? That's weird!"

Robert made a noncommittal noise.

"It's like someone's trying to write your life, but that someone's also kinda lazy, I guess."

Robert snickered. "Well, if my life was being written, I'd certainly give the writer five stars for effort."

Rebecca rolled her eyes. "You're just saying that so the writer is nice to you."

Robert made a noncommittal noise.

#renfield #robbie don't look

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princess-an · 1 year

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JUJUTSU KAISEN: MIN

WARNINGS- Religious themes, Gore, Suicide thoughts, fem!Black!Reader.

A/N) this will be a series. Don't repost my content anywhere please and thank you .

How to read-

Red words=the voice in your head

Italic is flashback

Without “ means thinking

Prologue-TV

Existing Living as a Jujustu Sorcerer was boring, for the sole reason that it was so easy doing it. Growing up in a toxic environment and being experimented on by crazy people will make taking dangerous life risks easier for you. Lying awake at night trying to picture normal but can't because you can't even comprehend the concept of normal that you see others enjoy in life will always be hard, but having her family would make it worth it.

As a child, the only thing that gives you a sense of comfort is watching action movies all alone in that dreaded room.

The thought that even if these people weren't real they understood you even a little, it was better than thinking no one would. Then he came......

In the room, you were forced to vacate you sat in front of a small box television watching Blade on VHS for the millionth time even mouthing along with the words being spoken that was how much you watched this movie. The White coats gave you three movies to choose from and you picked this movie because the main character looked like you and you never saw anyone with the same brown skin as yours, you always thought you had a condition with the way the white coats skin is pale and able to flush pink.

But watching the movie made you understand violence and the distinct difference between right and wrong vaguely and the fact of how much you were cut off from the world. Especially with how you were being treated.

You see the white coats tell me I'm strong but they don't fear me like they do Blade in the movie they hurt me they,” Want to help me get stronger.”

That is the reason for the pain I have known since I can remember. But watching the “violence” is what the black coats call it gives me strange ideas because I usually just go through the motions of what the big people do to me but I can feel it.

They say my sixth birthday is coming and as an early present the white coats gave me Blade 2 a very intriguing movie, it filled me with things, my heart raced and my cheeks hurt for some reason. Still, I feel I should prepare myself for my birthday.

“Let us begin”

“Huh” blinking rapidly to focus I immediately notice the pain in my arms. I'm in the same position the white coats put me in when hurting me but instead of laying down on the cold surface I'm hanging with my wrists tied together. Taking my eyes off my hands I look down and feel faint because below my hanging body is what I would assume a swimming pool of blood in a tank.

“Antichrist you stand before this council, your executioners for the crimes you have committed towards the world. How do you plead?” Seven Imposing white chairs sit on a pristine area that looks the exact opposite of my side of the room which looks like a nightmare even to me who doesn't know what an nightmare is.

“I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS CAN YOU EXPLAIN THOSE WORDS PLEASE?!” I shout at the figures hoping they would just go back to inflicting the pain because for some reason it seems that these figures want to do something permanent to me.

“It doesn't even understand us how disappointing. The creature should have retained memories by now-”

“Even if the accursed creature does not remember it is all the same Min-”

“Don't say it's full name”

Suddenly the one with the fanciest chair stands up and makes their way toward me, clad in white and gold heavy jackets that look like bath robes.

“Child it's a simple matter that you are here for no need to worry” they put their arms behind their back and though I can't see anything but this person's eyes it sent a chill up my spine.

“The matter is you should not exist”

“You are an abomination created by an evil master”

“You have committed mass genocide on humongous scales for your master”

“Do you understand Min Dardanos”

“This is your Executi-”

“BUT-”

“FILTH DOES NOT GET TO SPEAK!” the robe clade person yelled, cowering into myself I tried to hide into myself.

I felt the tears well up because they just proved what I've been thinking since I was able to form thought.

That I shouldn't be alive.

But who are they to tell us if we should live or die they're not gods

But they said we did bad stuff

Do you remember doing the bad things

Do you remember anything but the pain

“Day 730 patient has exhibited no long-term resistance to flesh-eating poison”

“Day 735 patient has shown to survive on eating her own discarded body parts such as fingers and toes after removed. It also shows that while removing the body parts they are shown to grow back in succession faster than the last time. She regrew her whole hand back in 3 days compared to when we first started it was 1 month.”

I remember the pain

Do you remember your screams

Hehe

Well I do

I can show you what they sounded like

Okay

“Are the Sorcerer's ready”

“Yes they are on standby, shall I summon them?”

“Ye-”

“Hehe”

Turning slowly the robe-clad man turned slowly towards the strung-up “creature”.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAASHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHHHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHH” head thrown back in absolute pleasure the creature shaped like a child laughed and laughed unsettling the “counsel” in the room.

Abruptly the creature stoped laughing and closed it eyes facing forward towards her “executioner’s” and spoke,

“No matter the century Jujutsu Sorcerers are dumb.”

Before anyone could figure out what happened the standing man's neck was bleeding when suddenly his entire head fell off with the little girl who was strung up now standing next to the decapitated man with a bloody hand examining the blood left over.

“I know you got me that big thing of blood in that tank or whatever but fresh blood always just tastes the best.” the little girl said before licking the blood off of her hand and staring straight at the now six members of the council.

“My apologies in advance, your deaths will not be in vain

After all, how can I waste a six-course meal.”

Walking out of the now messy room the little girl peeked out of the large doors for anyone.

Finding what she was looking for the girl grinned a wild manic stretch of her lips.

“Hey do you think we'll be able to do the ritual soon.”

“Do say ritual, say it how it is we are going to go kill a little girl for questionable reasons.”

“Yea but the money is tight-”

Turning quickly one of the males raised a gun toward the little walking their way, hesitating once he saw who it was.

“Um shouldn't you be in the grand hall with the elders-”

“Help me”

Putting this gun down reluctantly the man took the small child in more, the child was a girl with brown skin and very thick hair that looks to be matted in blood, and the little girl was naked, you couldn't see her eyes.

Unexpectedly a wide grin showing shark-like bloody teeth in the girls mouth clearly.

Unable to react the man holding the guns arm detached from his person into the little girls hands.

“Ohhhh yummy you smell young” the girl cradled the appendage to her naked chest and sniffed it before taking a bloody bite of the flesh.

Unable to understand what was happening the man who lost an arm fell to his knees in shock while his companion was unable to move or speak. Looking the duo up and down the girl assessed, “Man this generation must be weak judging by you two but that's what happens when creatures get complacent”

Throwing the arm the girl decided to do what she was supposed to do.

Walking past the two grown men she disappeared to their eyes before reappearing down the hall and pausing. Lifting her hands the child revealed two still bleeding and pumping hearts before biting into one like how one would bite into an apple, leaving completely.

The duo of men still unable to understand died without realizing how or why.

Waking up in front of the television was nice.

It felt like home the people on the tv felt like my family.

Are they gone

Yes

What now

Whatever you want

I want to watch the television

Then watch to your hearts content

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The Office Part 1

She's watching porn at her desk. Again. We're the only two in the building as far as I know right now. It's long since gone dark on a cold February evening. I wondered why she was still here, when I could see a light still on in her corner of the office.

As her boss I have the absolute right to check what she is working on to justify her being here so late. And her search history showed a lot of porn videos.

"Secretary fucked by her boss" "Dirty little slut shagged by her manager" "Cute girl does everything to keep her job"

Well. There certainly is a theme there. I stand up and look out from my office window to the corner where she is sat. Jenni is a very beautiful woman in her mid-twenties. She dyes her hair auburn. She has a gorgeous face and a smile that lights up the room along with her stunning brown eyes. She is on the curvy side but I've always been of the mind set that thick thighs save lives.

This is not the first time I've seen porn in her search history. She definitely has a thing for being controlled and dominated by a man. Or men. She's watched a few gangbangs in her time. But this is the first time she's still been in the office when I've caught her watching right now. And we are alone too....

I am a decent looking guy. I'm in my early thirties. I work out and take care of myself. I take pride in my appearance with my suits. I've worked hard, damn hard, to get to where I am today. This office and position of power is well deserved. But it meant I haven't had someone serious in my life for a while.

As I look over at her, knowing full well she is wearing a loose top with her cleavage on full display. A tight skirt and tights. All currently hidden behind that computer screen as she watches some dirty, filthy fucking. Is she touching right now? Playing with her wet little pussy while on company time? Well... I better go check.

Trying not to get too excited and carried away with myself I move the chair opposite my desk against the wall, open my office door, leaving it open and walk down the office to where she sits. I see the flashes of light on her face as she stares, eyes glued to whatever she's watching. Her hand wrapped tight on the mouse, the other curled into a ball on the desk. Not touching then. She has ear buds in and I can see they are connected to the computer. I don't know if the moans are in my head or so loud they are coming out of her ear buds but it sounds like a lady enjoying herself very much so.

I can't see what she's watching but I put a hand on her screen to get her attention. She's startled as she snaps out of the trance of what she was watching, takes the ear buds out - Definitely female moaning - and hurriedly clicks whatever she was watching off. I put on my best smile and keep my tone cool and casual.

"Working late Jenni?"

"Er, yeah, I was, uh-"

I could see the cogs working in her brain as she was thinking of an excuse.

"Just catching up by listening to the recording of last week's meeting."

She smiled happily back at me. Clearly she was pleased at thinking so quick on her feet. And, I had to give it to her, if I hadn't known what she was watching, I would have believed her. But right now all I could think of was my big hard cock in that pretty little mouth of hers. Damn. Be cool. I nod and keep smiling.

"That's great! Listen, could I talk with you in my office real quick?"

She looked like a deer in headlights for a second. I'm sure the idea that I knew exactly what she was doing was flashing like a danger light right in the face. I'm sure she was dreading the idea of being fired for watching porn at work. Imagine the shame. I try to keep the cool, calm, casual smile but say it with a little bit more force.

"Come with me Jenni."

I take my hand off her screen and step back. I can see her thinking but she obediently stands up from her desk, pushing her seat back into the desk. I motion with a wave of my hand for her to lead the way to my office which she does. I am mesmerised by the way her ass moves in that tight skirt. The thought of bending her over my desk and... Damn. Stay calm. Stay focused. She enters my office and I close the door behind us.

Without a seat she has to stand in my office as I move past her to rest my butt on the edge of my desk. She's nervous as she has her hands clasped together, alternating between staring down at the floor and then beyond me, staring out the window into the night sky. I let the silence linger before I drop the bomb.

"I know you were watching porn."

"Fuck."

She can't help but blurt it out. Now she looks me in the eyes as she pleads.

"I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry. It won't happen again."

"But this isn't the first time is it? I know you've done it before."

That one stung as the truth hit home and she couldn't look me in the eyes after that.

"What's...."

But she trailed off before finishing her question. I guess she was going to ask what was going to happen with her job. However I had a question for her.

"Are you wet?"

"What?"

She snapped her head back up to look me, clearly in shock. She wasn't expecting me to ask that.

"Are. You. Wet?"

I said more slowly, more forcefully.

"I-er-I-"

She seemed lost for words. So I thought I'd help her out.

"Is your pussy wet Jenni?"

I don't know if it was the use of the word pussy. Or saying her name. But her attitude seemed to change as she looked me in the eyes.

"Yes."

Maybe she was trying to wrestle some control back as she looked me in the eyes. Those fuck me eyes of her. But I wasn't done yet.

"Show me."

If she thought she was in control, she now knew she wasn't. She was not offended. She was not scared. She was confused.

"How?"

"Take your panties off."

I'm sure my smile was no longer cool and casual. But hungry. Jenni used both hands to pull her skirt up, hooked her panties in her thumbs and pulled them down. Before she had to bend over and lift her leg up to take them off fully, I could see how well and truly wet her pretty pussy was. But with her panties in her hand she worked her skirt back down to cover herself.

I smirked and chuckled at that pointless move. With her panties in her hand she seemed temporarily lost until I extended my own for her to give the panties to me. Straight away I felt how wet she had made them, how desperate her soaking wet pussy must be to be touched.

"You're a dirty little slut aren't you Jenni?"

I took a chance but her involuntary moan let me know it was the right move.

"Yessss."

She couldn't help but let those S's linger at the end of the word.

"A dirty little slut with a soaking wet cunt."

Ordinarily I wouldn't use that word. Pussy is the word I use. But here cunt felt right. And the way she moved her hands right in front of her pussy proved me right.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes-"

She gulped considering the next word.

"Sir?"

I smiled in those pretty brown eyes.

"Good girl."

The way she shuddered back in pleasure to those words melted me. I wanted to hold her. Stroke her hair. Kiss her. But I had another idea in mind. One which I hope she would respond to due to her porn search history.

"Take off your clothes Jenni."

She looked out the window beyond me. We're on the second floor and it was dark out. I guess she was weighing up the thought of being seen. But she obediently pulled her top over her head. Her big full breasts still contained in a lovely bra that matches the panties in my hand. A wicked thought crosses my mind - She wanted to be caught.

Jenni then took hold of her skirt and pulled it down her legs, repeating the same movement that she'd done with her panties. When she stood back up, I took sight of her pretty little pussy. She'd recently trimmed her bush, she is a natural blonde. The thought that she may have wanted this only intensifies. Her hands go behind her back and unclasps her bra, she removes it by extending her arms and letting it fall down off her body.

Her tits are pierced. I am devouring every inch of her with my eyes. Her cute face. Lovely big breasts. She stands with her legs spread a little so I have a full view of her pussy. The woman is body confident and I love that. But I'm not done yet.

"I said take all your clothes off."

It sounded colder than I had intended. Jenni looked at me confused for a second so I lowered my head down to look at the tights and high heels she was still wearing.

"Oh."

She said with a slight giggle in a silly me type of way. She takes her heels off and chucks them over to her pile of clothes. I idly play with her panties, rubbing her wetness over my fingers as she takes her tights off. Now completely naked, she feels a bit more vulnerable. But I smile warmly at her.

"You have a beautiful body."

Jenni positively beams back with a smile.

"Thank you. Sir."

She hastens to add at the end. I smile even more. She is a quick learner. I stand back up, coming off the desk. I walk around her, standing with her back to me as I place my hands on her hips, her panties still in my right hand. Her body responds to my touch as I move my mouth to her ear.

"You're a bad girl Jenni. A naughty little slut."

She fights to stifle a moan back as my hot breath tickles her ear.

"Yes, Sir."

"Have you ever tasted yourself?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Open your mouth."

She does as she is told, even sticking her tongue out which is not what I had to ask her to do. She must have been expecting just my wet fingers so she is a little surprised when the fabric of her panties touches her tongue and I, gently, stuff her panties into her mouth.

"How do you taste?"

Her muffled reply is still an unmistakable "Good." There's another noise which I have to presume is "Sir.". I move my hands up to the bun in her auburn hair and untie it, her long hair flowing past her shoulders as it's released.

"Do you know what happens to bad girls Jenni?"

She shakes her head no. I grip her hair with my left hand, holding it firmly as I pull her hair.

"They get punished!"

I growl into her ear as I lead her forward to my desk and use my hand to bend her forward, her face turned and on the cold plastic of my desk. My hand still keeping a firm grip of her hair, I stand to her side so I can raise my right hand and come down with a spank on her white ass.

Her body jolts with the impact and she makes a muffled noise through the panties in her mouth. My right hand raises again and plants another smack on her other cheek. The only noises made in the room are the sounds of my hand spanking each of Jenni's ass cheeks, her body as it is jolted on my desk and the muffled groans she makes.

I look down at my handiwork. Quite literally my hands are red marks against the white of her beautiful white ass. My hand comes down on her ass again but the noise coming from Jenni's mouth is an unmistakable moan.

I, safely, pull her up by her hair and use my free hand to remove her panties from her mouth.

"Was that a moan?"

I growl into her ear as she breathes heavy.

"Are you fucking enjoying this slut?"

The only sound is her breathing as she contemplates her answer.

"Do not lie to me!"

I warn her through gritted teeth.

"Yes.... Yes I'm liking this, Sir."

The moan escapes from my lips this time and she can't help but shudder back at the sound of my moaning/growling in her ear.

I keep hold of her hair as I lead her away from my desk and walk her right against the window. Her breasts and her piercings are flush against the cold glass. Her face is turned so her cheek is against the glass, her breathing already fogging up the glass nearest her mouth.

If she was worried about being seen earlier, she is completely on display to anyone who would be walking by our building and looked up. Before she can even think about that I put two fingers near her mouth.

"Suck them."

I command to her. And she does so happily. Eagerly. She treats my fingers like she would my cock, taking hold of my hand to hold it for her as she bobs her head on my fingers, I can feel her tongue swirl around my fingers. She is drooling all over them before I pull them out.

"Where do you want them?"

"My pussy, Sir. Please, Sir, please, I need to cum."

I move my hand between her legs and slide my fingers inside her pussy. Her hand goes back to the window to help support herself as she jolts forward and lets out a long, deep moan.

Truthfully I didn't need the lube from her spit. Her pussy was already soaking wet. My fingers easily slide in and out of her tight little pussy as I finger her. A little bit rougher than I usually would but listening to her moans, watching the way her body moves, I know it's what Jenni needs right now.

"Do you like that?"

"Yesssssss. Fuckkkkk."

Her eyes are barely open as she is lost in the feeling from my fingers inside her.

"What are you Jenni?"

"I'm your dirty little slut-I'm your dirty little slut, Sir... Oh fuck I'm gonna cum-"

Her orgasm is loud. Her entire body shakes as I keep a firm hand on her hair and my fingers don't stop fucking her. The glass is almost all fogged up and one orgasm becomes two as the roll and crash over her body.

Knowing when to stop I remove my fingers from inside her as she whimpers. It feels like it's only my hand in her hair and the window holding her up right now as she keeps her eyes shut and slowly gathers her breathe back. She opens her eyes with a wide smile as she looks back at me. I put those two fingers inside her mouth as she tastes herself, sucking them clean and looking back at me suggestively.

I lean forward so my mouth is over her ear.

"But I didn't give you permission to cum yet."

Jenni half moaned, half whimpered.

"I couldn't help it, Sir."

"Good girls ask permission."

I growl into her ear.

"Bad girls get...."

Letting the question linger, I wait for her answer.

"Punished?"

She says and bends her ass out to me. I chuckle as I use my free hand to part her legs further.

"Yes they do."

My hand is raised and I bring it down to spank her pussy. The way she jolts forward and yelps, she was not expecting that.

"You enjoyed me spanking your ass. Let's see how you feel about me spanking your soaking wet cunt."

She moans at that word. It's blunt. It's viscous. But she loves it. I spank her pussy a few more times. Not as hard as I was her ass but still more than a love tap. Jenni jolts with each spank but she's not yelping anymore. I spank her again and she moans. I do it again to make sure it wasn't my imagination to a louder, clearer moan. I pull her hair to turn her eyes back to mine.

"I don't believe this."

I say in mock outrage.

"Are you a dirty little slut who loves her pussy being spanked?"

"Yesssssss."

And she nods enthusiastically, as much as she can with my hand still gripped around her hair. I move my hand from her hair and wrap it around her throat, fingers squeezing instead of palm as I choke her.

"Do you like that?"

Jenni makes a noise which is a "Yes.". I keep spanking her pussy as I choke and release her.

"Do you like this you dirty little slut?"

"Uh huh."

She gets out breathlessly with a moan before I squeeze around her throat again.

"You like being choked as you get your pussy spanked?"

For extra effect I spank her pussy twice in quick succession before I release my grip on her throat.

"Fuck! Yesssss."

"Yes what?"

I whisper dangerously in her ear.

"Yes, Sir! I love it, Sir."

Spanking her pussy again, I moan into her ear.

"Are you close to cumming Jenni? My good girl."

She moans at those words.

"Yesss fuuuckkkk."

I rub two fingers teasingly up and down her wet pussy.

"Do you want to cum again Jenni?"

"Yes, Sir!"

She nods emphatically and looks me deep in the eyes with her eyes, begging, pleading. But not her mouth.

"Tell me."

"Please! Please let me cum."

I move my hand away and spank her ass instead.

"Sir! Please, Sir. Please let me cum, Sir."

"Good girl."

I say softly into her ear as my fingers slide into her. Very soon I am finger fucking her and every time she moans, I am moaning with her right into her ear.

"Ch-choke me again please, Sir."

I'd been so wrapped up in my fingering I had forgotten the hand on her throat. I smile as I squeeze my fingers around her throat.

"Good girl."

One hand chokes her while the other hand fingers her. She is so wet that my fingers are easily sliding in and out of her. I'm watching her body, listening to her strained moans and groans to find out what speed for my fingers. What angle. If I should curl them inside her. I am using her body like an instrument to hit all the right notes in order. I can feel her body begin to shake against the glass, my fingers and my body.

"Are you going to cum Jenni?"

I don't stop and keep going as her eyes plead for permission.

"Cum for me."

I can't help but moan/growl as I say it.

"Cum hard for me good girl."

Her orgasm is an explosion. An explosion on the office carpet as she squirts. I've only been with a few women who have squirted so I was not expecting this as my fingers don't stop fucking her. She is making the most wonderful noises as she moans and groans, eyes practically rolling back in her head. I slow my fingers down as her body stops convulsing, releasing the grip on her throat but still needing to hold her body up as I am afraid she would slide down the glass.

I keep hold of her, both of us are breathing pretty hard as she slowly comes round.

"Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck."

She turns around to look at me with a smile. That big beautiful smile.

"Thank you, Sir."

Jenni laughs to herself as she looks past her reflection in the glass and to the night sky. Anyone looking up into my office now would have the sight of a beautiful naked woman with her pierced breasts still flush against the window. I imagine after three orgasms, Jenni no longer cares.

Knowing she can hold herself up without my support, I step away, swiveling my chair back so I can sit down.

"Get on your knees to thank me properly."

Jenni obliges getting down onto her knees and the proceeds to crawl the short distance between us. There isn't much space, she's only doing it to wiggle her ass and look up at me with those big beautiful eyes. Resting her hands on my thighs, she stares at the bulge in my trousers.

I've been rock hard ever since she undressed for me. My cock has been straining against my boxers and trousers for some time now. I already know I have a wet mess of precum stuck to my boxers. Jenni is looking at my bulge with a hunger.

"Unzip me."

We practically lick our lips in unison as Jenni slowly unzips me. My cock wrestles to be unleashed as she uses the one hand to pull it free from my boxers while using the other hand to pull my boxers down and out of the gap in my trousers. Once sprung free my cock stands at full erection as Jenni moans at the sight, precum already on her palm from handling the tip.

"Suck my cock."

I command her before gulping in breathless anticipation. Jenni wastes little time in grabbing the base of my big hard cock with the one hand and lowering her mouth over the tip, pulling my foreskin back as she licks my precum. She licks my cock clean, making happy little moaning noises as she does so. Then she does her best to take several inches of my cock into her mouth as her hand strokes from the base.

"Good girl. You are such a good dirty little slut."

Her thank you is in the form of more moans as she continues to move her mouth further and further down my cock with each bob of her head.

"You're such a good little cock sucker Jenni."

I say as I moan and groan for her. I'm not shy to be vocal for her. To let her know what she's doing to me.

"You love sucking my cock don't you?"

She moans an agreement with half my cock down her throat, she's really doing a fantastic job with that, but that wasn't good enough for me as I grab her hair to pull her mouth off of me and have her look me in the eyes.

"Do you love sucking my cock?"

"Yes, Sir. I love sucking your big cock, Sir."

She keeps stroking me with her hand.

"Are you my dirty little slut Jenni?"

"I'm your dirty little slut, Sir."

"Drool on it. Spit on it."

And she does so happily when I've released the firmness of my grip in her hair. She drools and slobbers all over my hard cock as she takes me in her mouth again, pushing herself down further than she was before. Further than she thought she could with the help of my hand on the back of her throat as she gags.

She comes back up for air, her make up running on her face, then she starts spitting on my cock. My trousers are a wet mess but I don't give a fuck right now.

"You're a messy little girl Jenni."

"Yes, Sir."

She says stroking my well lubricated cock.

"Do you know where my cock is going next?"

Jenni giggles and tries to give an innocent look.

"In my cunt?"

I was expecting her to say pussy. My cock throbs in her hand and my body shudders in response.

"Yes. Good girl. Stand up for me."

She does exactly as I ask. I gently take her hand and walk her back over to the other side of my desk. The side I'd spanked her on. I move her to face away from me.

"Bend over the desk again."

Jenni does exactly that. I step back and kneel down to untie the laces on my shoe.

"Play with yourself for me."

Snaking a hand between her legs she rubs her clit and moans, putting on a show for me. I take off one shoe and sock. Then the other. Then unhook my belt so I can open my trousers and pull them down along with my boxers. I undo my tie and then unbutton my shirt to remove that.

Jenni's clothes are in a thrown together pile on the floor. My clothes are put down a lot more tidily on the seat against the wall.

"Put your knee up on the desk."

She does so but unsteadily. I move behind her to help push her knee further up on the desk, running my hand up her thigh and then back down to her knee. I use my other hand to take hold of my hard cock as I rub the tip up and down her wet lips.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes!"

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Sir. Please!"

I can't help but smile as I continue to rub the tip of my cock against her wet pussy, knowing I am one good thrust away from fucking her.

"Please what?"

"Fuck me. Fuck me please, Sir, oh please fuck me."

I thrust forward and her tight wet pussy stretches as it takes at least half of my cock in one move.

"Fuuuuuuckkkkk!"

Jenni moans out as I keep the one hand on her knee and the other on her hip. I slowly pull myself out to the tip and then thrust forward as the desk shakes.

"Good girl. You can take it Jenni."

"Yes.... Yes I can."

She says to me as much as to herself. I don't correct her for not saying Sir as I pull out to slide my cock right back inside her. Each time her pussy allows more of my hard cock inside. Each thrust gets a bit quicker.

"Your pussy feels so fucking good Jenni."

Jenni makes a happy noise but it's quickly replaced by a moan as my cock thrusts deeper. We're beginning to pick up the pace as she even rocks herself into me as I fuck her deeper, harder and faster.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

That seems to be the only word she can say between moans and groans as I fuck her. And she's got me all worked up as I moan and groan along with her.

"You like this? You like me fucking you hard?"

"Yes! Fuck!"

My thrusts speed up as I can feel she is going to cum.

"Are you going to cum Jenni?"

"Yesssss pleeeeeassseeee sssiiiirrrrr-"

I concentrate all my efforts on thrusting deep and hard inside her.

"Cum Jenni. Cum for me."

"Ffffuuuuccccckkkkk!!!!"

Her body rocks as her orgasm spreads fire across her entire being. My thrusts slow down as she continues to be very loud as her orgasm runs it's course. I'm sure anyone out walking outside the office would have heard her.

I slide out of her and stroke her hair and back as she gets her breath back.

"Good?"

I ask her with a chuckle. She looks back at me, a sheen of sweat, spit, drool and run off make up.

"Yeah!!!!"

She says with a laugh.

"Lay down on the desk.... I want to taste you."

I help her bring her knee down from the desk, holding onto her hips as my nose automatically goes to her hair. She turns round to face me and we gaze into each other's eyes. I'm sure she can see the lust in mine. I stroke her hair and wipe some of the spit and drool from her chin. My cock is rock hard at how beautiful she is.

My hands move down to cup her breasts. I can't believe this is the first time I've touched them. They are so soft and full in my hands. The metal of the piercing is still cold after they were against the glass. I play with her breasts as she moans for me.

"Do you like this?"

"Yes, Sir."

I lower my head down to kiss her neck as I continue to tease and hold her breasts.

"Pinch my nipples please, Sir."

So I do as she asks. I should not have been surprised that the lady with nipple piercings enjoys them being pinched. Jenni moans as I leave hickies on her neck and pinch her nipples. My hands go to her hips to help pull her butt onto my desk and then my mouth goes to each breast.

Kissing. Licking. Sucking. Little love bites on her nipples. She moans as my head and mouth does it all to each breast. Jenni runs her fingers through my hair as I suck on each breast in turn and she makes the cutest little noises. I push her down to be flat on the desk as I kiss my way down her stomach and she spreads her legs awaiting my movements.

My mouth moves past her pussy and to the inside of her thigh, kissing, sucking and giving it a quick little nip with my teeth. I keep eye contact as I move my head over to her other inner thigh to kiss, suck and bite that one. Jenni makes a noise of frustration as I kiss everywhere but her pussy.

"What do you want Jenni?"

I ask in a voice of feign ignorance as I knee down and spread her legs wide, holding them on the underside of her knees.

"Eat my pussy please, Sir. Pleeeease."

I decide not to tease her as I put my mouth right on her pussy and start licking her clit. I keep my eyes locked on her face, her eyes on mine as I try different speeds with my tongue. Different angles. Different pressure down onto her clit. Finding which speed, which angle, her body is responding to the most.

Trying something, I cover her clit with my mouth and suck on it. The wild jolt of her body and the moans she made let me know she could take more. So now I alternate between the licks of my tongue and sucking on her clit. Holding her legs spread wide, she is completely open to me and she uses her hands to pinch her nipples as I devour her pussy.

The next time I suck her clit into my mouth, I push my tongue down flat against it and hum. The vibrations in my mouth go straight into her clit and run through her body.

"OHHHH FFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!"

Knowing she can take it, I now lick, suck and hum on her clit. My hands are firmly holding her legs as Jenni, moans, groans and says the words "Fuck", "Yes" and "Please" in varying order as I eat her out.

"I'm gonna cum-I'm gonna cum-Oh FUCK!!"

She gets out in a rush as I hold my mouth on her clit and I have to move my head with the thrust of her hips in order not to hurt her or myself. When she stops bucking, I move my mouth away from her soaking wet pussy, still holding her legs spread as I stand back up.

Jenni is murmuring to herself a little, smiling a happy little smile. I line my hard cock right against her pussy and thrust myself deep inside her.

"Unffff."

Is the only noise she can make. And I go as deep and hard as I can from the start, picking up the pace. I moan loudly as I fuck her, fuck her for my own pleasure now as I have been waiting for my own release.

"You want me to cum in you?"

"Yesssssss."

"Cum deep in your tight pussy?"

"Yes!"

"Tell me!"

"I want you to cum in me."

My thrusts get faster as I get more breathless.

"Beg me!"

"Please! Please cum in me, Sir. Please!"

I am almost at the point of no return.

"No."

I pull out, even if I really didn't want to. But I have one last act of dominance. Moving around the desk, I don't even give Jenni time to react before I'm clutching her hair hanging over the desk and stroking my cock in front of her face.

"Open your mouth."

She does so and sticks her tongue out. That's all it took her for me as spurt after spurt of my hot cum shoots into her mouth, some missing to hit her cheeks and chin as I keep stroking, groaning like an animal as I cum all over her pretty face.

With no more cum left, I stop stroking my cock and pant heavily as I look down. I've painted her face with cum but she just smiles back at me and looks absolutely beautiful.

"Fuck..... Good girl."

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two tickets to paradise (part one)

Summary: Derek takes Hotch on a much-needed vacation. (Post-Route 66)

Warnings: Lots of food and alcohol...

Words: 4.2k

Notes: Alright, yes, I'm doing another long fic. This one is a little different though...here we have part one, setting the stage. After this I'll create a masterlist for this thing, and it's basically going to be a series of one-shots, whatever these two idiots in love get up to on their vacation. Not necessarily a linear story, just a whole bunch of cute soft shenanigans.

Read on AO3: two tickets to paradise

** CHAPTER LIST **

3:14am and he was pacing the kitchen like it was his job. His internal clock was all mixed up. He hadn't known insomnia this bad since law school.

It started as the pain waking him, stomach cramps, back aches, all sorts of post-op fun, now it was just routine. Quarter after 3 and his body decided it was time to be awake, pain or no. Most nights were no but he treated them the same. Heating pad, cup of tea, a book or some old black and white middle of the night movie on silent. He could be asleep by 4 without fail.

But not tonight. As he paced the kitchen waiting for his heating pad to warm in the microwave and his tea to steep, he found a brochure. Just the corner, poking out from behind the calendar on the fridge. Hidden in plain sight. Bright yellows and pinks offset by eye popping turquoise, a smattering of photos, bold letters exclaiming VISIT MEXICO! His veins pumped cold, which was funny really, if he really stopped to consider it. Maybe it was the idea that Derek was up to something, or maybe it was the thought of sunburns and sand in every crack and crevice for the rest of the century...he wasn't sure why it struck him with such ferocity, but he stared at it long after the microwave beeped and beeped to let him know it was finished.

As soon as that heating pad was settled against the phantom ache in his stomach though, everything else vanished and as predicted, he was asleep on the couch by 4am.

He hadn't slept a full night in his bed in nearly two months.

That icy feeling of dread returned when he stood in Cruz's office the following morning, bright and early staring at his employee file splayed with its guts bleeding out on the desk. His file lying open there like he had weeks ago on cold metal. There was some connection here that he wasn't making, but it would be clear soon enough.

“You wanted to see me?” Hotch asked, turning to watch Cruz enter the room with some haste. Like he hadn't intended for Hotch to beat him there, although the file seemed staged enough that it might all have been a game. He could see it, that split second when Cruz glanced at his desk and then at Hotch, as if to wonder whether Hotch had been in there long enough to take a peek at the bright pink post-it note stuck to the top page. Whether curiosity had gotten the better of him. But then, he didn't really seem worried about that in the least and Hotch sort of wished he'd leaned over and taken a peek.

“Please, have a seat.” He said it in a sort of funny high-pitched voice, exasperated almost at the idea of Hotch standing. Enough to give Hotch pause, suddenly feeling the weight of the scrutiny he was under. Just back from medical leave, one case under his belt (and a birthday to boot) but he's been dragging. His body just hasn't bounced back like it used to. In fact, it really wasn't bouncing much at all. Dragging was a better word for it.

Cruz was afraid. He recognized it now, that was worry in his eyes. He'd seen it around, people who heard the story. I heard he passed out in the conference room, right in front of everyone. They whispered after he walked by and at one time in his life he may have found it to be humiliating, but it was a nice change of pace. He no longer had to hear Haley's name hissed when he entered a room.

Cruz motioned to the chair and Hotch stalled a moment longer, quirking an eyebrow before accepting the offer of a chair. Sit before you pass out again, that's what Cruz was thinking, he could see it written on the other man's face. He'd never forced Hotch to sit before the incident, they would just stand and talk beside his desk. As he lowered himself into the seat, one hand flew to his tie to keep it in place, just a formality, maybe a nervous tick, and his pinky finger flicked out once and then twice to make sure it was all smooth. Cruz watched, completely fascinated.

“You look tired, have you been sleeping?”

That's when it happened. The image of the brightly colored travel brochure flashed before his eyes, a distant memory of an insomniac's double life. He couldn't stifle the automatic sigh that followed.

“Yes,” he lied coolly, sitting tall in his chair to give the air of not being as tired as he was. Cruz, maybe the first person in the history of the BAU, didn't even pretend to fall for it.

“You've been back for two weeks,” Cruz began, not missing a beat. “I think it goes without saying that you gave us all a pretty good scare, and I'm just not convinced that your time off was enough.”

“I took the mandatory six weeks.” Strike one. Cruz clearly didn't care about that.

“So you did. You're very careful Agent Hotchner, and maybe Erin Strauss would have put her pen to the paperwork and insisted you were right, that everything was good. Waived a fitness for duty exam, even. But I'd like to be open with you...we are going to be working closely together, you and I. I'd like to establish something right now...I'm not fooled by your work ethic. That isn't to say I'm not impressed by you, but I can see through you. So let me level with you. I can tell that you probably needed twice that amount of time to recover from your ordeal, and honestly, we both know you should probably not be here at all after everything that has happened over the course of your decorated and impressive career.”

“I'm not sure that's...” he started around the lump that had formed in his throat, but Cruz raised a hand to hold him off. His gentle features lulled Hotch into a sense that this wasn't a bullet train to hell, but his gut was already smoldering. That was new, this feeling of flames in his belly. He was keeping Tums in his pocket and Alka Seltzer in his desk drawer, but he didn't reach for minty relief.

“Aaron...may I call you Aaron?” he paused, a real pause, like he was actually waiting for Hotch to consent. Not just a formality, a genuine request. So, with some hesitation Hotch nodded his approval, hoping it might at least garner him some favor. “You've had an eventful couple of months. More has happened to you in a couple of months than has happened to me in years and yet you continue to show up here and perform at a high level. I can't help but think that your collapse was only a down payment on the price you'll pay for all you do. It catches up to us all, Aaron.”

Hotch's frown deepened and Cruz smiled at that small victory. He'd really just intended to get right to the point, but he had to admit that making Hotch squirm a little had its perks. “Yes, I know much of this is my own assumption, profiling maybe? I'm a newbie, a rube, I haven't finished the profiling courses they've asked me to complete in order to take this job...it was kind of a last-minute deal, you know? In any case, I may not be a trained profiler yet, but I do think I've hit the nail on the head.”

“Forgive my asking, but has my performance not been up to standard?”

Cruz let out a barking laugh and Hotch felt his heart drop into his belly. He did his best not to let the shadow cross his features.

“Your performance sets the standard, Aaron but I think that's part of the problem. I know there isn't any way I can convince you to take an additional six weeks of medical leave, I may be new but I wasn't born yesterday. Your reputation as a...well as a stubborn ass...precedes you. I would, however, consider it a victory if you would take a two week vacation.”

The brochure. VISIT MEXICO. Fuck fuck fuck.

“Sir, I was just off for six weeks...”

“This may come as a shock to you, but medical leave is not considered a vacation to most people. Two weeks somewhere far away from here. Get on a plane, leave your phone and your laptop in your office.”

“That sounds like an order.” Hotch's lips twitched a little, a half smirk half frown. He wasn't sure what to think about Cruz. He was not accustomed to anyone taking a personal interest in his well-being. It was oddly unsettling.

“I'd hesitate to call it an order, but it certainly is not open for negotiation. I will personally see to it that your team is well taken care of in your absence.”

(x)

Things were not better in his office. He was irritated, maybe, but nervous more than that. He'd just put his team through hell, and now he had to tell them that he was going away again. How were they supposed to trust him anymore?

And when Derek appeared in his doorway, the pretend look of confusion on his face gave him away. He could feel that familiar itchy feeling that often preceded anger deep in his belly, the smoldering from earlier had fully given way to something new. It was hot and sharp and made him want to claw at it with his fingernails.

“You've been speaking with Cruz about me.” It was not a question. He didn't have to wonder, he knew. VISIT MEXICO, his inner voice screamed.

“Hey, slow your roll baby,” Derek said, shutting the door and the blinds. This was going to get ugly, he could feel it and he'd be lying if he said he hadn't been anticipating it. “He approached me. Honest.” Derek took a seat across from Hotch and tried to look a helluva lot more casual than he felt.

“He knows about you and I.” More an accusation than an observation and it took everything in Derek's power to look past the tone to the vulnerability hiding behind it like a rabbit in the brush.

“Hotch, the whole damn Bureau knows about us, they'd have to be fucking idiots if they didn't at this point. Come on now. No one cares. You're not supposed to be getting yourself all worked up...the doctors said...”

“I'm not worked up. I'm simply trying to understand why I was called into the Section Chief's office this morning...”

“Alright, hey, look. I admit we could have done a better job, blindsiding you was wrong, but it's coming from a place of caring, man. He's worried about you. The whole team is. You almost died right in front of everyone.” He paused dramatically, maybe for effect or just to let it sink in, but whatever it was Hotch hated it. He was sucking air like a fish out of water and trying not to suffocate. “Cruz wants to keep you around. He relies on you, and he wants you in good shape.”

“I am.” His voice betrayed him. He could hold it together under duress better than most, but with Derek staring him down the way he was, he was on the verge of a panic attack right there in his office. He was too damn tired for this.

“So, prove it. Don't make me go on vacation alone...”

“Mexico?” Hotch asked in a sort of meek, sarcastic voice and Derek smiled wide, humming a little Eddie Money for effect. As if it would help lighten the mood. I've got...two tickets to paradise...pack your bags, we'll leave tonight...Hotch could hear the lyrics in his head. He'd always hated that song.

“Yeah. Mexico. You'll come back tanned and well-rested.” Another pause, this time long enough to round the desk and sit there, right in front of Hotch, on top of his papers, still humming the damn song. Leaning forward, he cupped Hotch's jaw with one hand and smirked. “After two weeks of me being on your back, he'll be off of it.”

“Get out.”

“Oh come on, I've been waiting all morning to say that...”

“Out, Derek.”

“You know, normal people get excited when their boyfriends book them two weeks in paradise...”

“You know I don't like the beach.” Not exactly the truth, but right now he hated just about everything. Except Derek, he really loved Derek and couldn't help wondering why someone he loved would torment him so ruthlessly. Exploiting his weaknesses for personal gain. And okay, he knew that really wasn't what Derek was doing but in the moment logic was taking a backseat to some raw and bitter feeling of betrayal.

“Yeah, but you don't hate seeing me at the beach, do you?”

Hotch pursed his lips and glared, having finally reached his limit of innuendo at work. “Don't you have something to do?”

Derek grinned, reaching for the door handle. “I don't think you want me to answer that...”

(x)

The flight to Chicago allowed Hotch only enough time to wonder if they were making a mistake. Of course Jack and Derek were thick as thieves. First they just shared their snacks, Jack's cheezits and Derek's trail mix became like a shared currency when it came to in flight entertainment. Much to Hotch's chagrin, they had also combined their two sodas into some sort of Frankenstein horror mix of Coke and Sprite because Jack wondered if it might taste good and Derek of course had to enlighten him to the wonders of The Graveyard.

“You put every single flavor on the soda fountain in your cup, one after the other, anything the soda machine has...your dad never taught you about this?” Jack shook his head and Derek turned to Hotch, shot him a dirty look and went back to the explanation of other examples of the finer parts of childhood that the kid was being deprived of. “When grandma takes you to the pizza parlor for dinner tonight, you hook yourself up and tell me what you think.” Hotch could only cringe at the thought.

A delayed flight for engine malfunction (Hotch was careful not to tell Derek it might be a sign that they shouldn't go) meant an extra night in Chicago and dinner at the pizza parlor with the whole family. Everyone comes out of the woodwork when Derek is home. Sometimes the whole neighborhood. The place was packed, the food was endless, the noise was deafening.

Hotch stuck to a Sprite with his meal, barely finishing half of it. He was eating more Tums than pizza anyway, playing his conversation with Cruz over and over in his head. It wasn't improving his mood or his upset stomach. Derek had gone with beer, though he did try a sip of Jack's graveyard and quietly admit that it was gross to Hotch once the kid had wandered off triumphantly. "Shoulda told him you never put in the grape...fuck. Nasty."

Derek's beer was light, airy and sour, not Hotch's preference but he was sneaking a few sips here and there to try and indulge in whatever vacation spirit he could muster. Vacation wasn't his thing. His heart wasn't in it. He was stuck on how it all played out, the image of him sitting lame as a duck in Cruz's office while the two of them played their elaborate trick. In any case, he knew it wasn't really a trick and he knew he needed to get over it. Fran, sensing a heavy conversation looming over their heads, ushered Jack toward the game room with a bucket of gold coins and the promise that there was more where that came from if he would win her a prize.

He got her a stuffed panda bear holding a silky red heart. She carried it around with her everywhere she went the rest of the evening.

To her surprise, the heavy conversation she'd anticipated wasn't between Derek and Hotch, but between she and Derek on their walk back. He slowed his pace and waited for her to catch up to him, and then ushered her to the back of the procession. She was still clutching her panda bear. Jack rode on Hotch's shoulders far ahead of them and they spoke in hushed tones, afraid to let anyone hear.

A conspiracy hatched over the course of three city blocks. Fran was all smiles, light on her feet, chastising Derek for telling her what he had planned as if she'd want to keep it to herself. “Don't tell everyone you know, moms...”

“Give me a number.”

“What? Come on, just keep it quiet...it's only two weeks.”

“A number, Derek. Ten? Fifteen?”

“Five. You can tell five people.”

She frowned, and in that moment she looked exactly like her son. “But what if those five people tell another five? Is everyone held to five?”

“Mom...what if...”

“Do not speak those words into the world. There is no if. So only five huh?”

In the morning, when it was time to say goodbye, Jack did so happily with a smile full of pancakes and syrup on his chin. He was about to spend two weeks being spoiled by Derek's family, he couldn't be happier. Derek ate his pancakes with peanut butter slathered on top, extra protein so he wouldn't get too snacky at the airport and be tempted to spend a ton of money on convenience food. Hotch stuck to coffee and an apple. No purpose other than his complete lack of appetite. He hadn't had much of one in months now. No matter how she tried to entice him, he politely declined the offer of a stack of pancakes.

“You'll have some when you come back,” she said with an unnerving smile, rubbing his arm. Like she knew something he didn't. Everyone was conspiring against him.

Truth be told, Fran adored him, but somehow she also understood some of his quirks. He was odd but sweet. He never had been much of an eater, at least not at meal time. But he was a snacker, she'd find him in the kitchen searching out a handful of blueberries or throwing a slice of bread into the toaster at all hours. Just little nibbles, nothing that would fill a man his size up. She tried not to worry. “I'll make them special for you. With bananas. You'll feel better when you come back.”

He wanted to tell her he felt fine now but the look on her face...she wasn't going to buy it. She hadn't seen him since he collapsed and glad as she was to put eyes on him right now, in the flesh, in her home...seeing him upright when all she'd seen before were photos Derek took of him sleeping (He's sleeping so much, is he alright? Are you sure Derek?), she still thought he looked off. Pale and drawn. Dark circles almost black in the morning light. Truthfully, she'd never known him not to have them, they were like old friends but they were darker now. Deeper.

He just looked so weary. Derek was right, he did need this time off.

(x)

Two days at a resort in Cancun was about the opposite of anything Hotch would have planned, but Derek had ideas and when Derek had ideas...you went along with them. He rarely disappointed. It being the off-season, they more or less had the resort to themselves anyway. It was pleasantly quiet, just some families rambling around, kids splashing in the pool and building sand castles. This is about the only time of year they could come here safely Hotch assumed, the only time the beach wasn't flooded with party kids half naked and doing things he knew would be on Jack's mind in the not too distant future. The thought sent a shiver up his spine.

“This isn't...” he started, walking to the desk with Derek. “The brochure in the kitchen, that wasn't for Cancun.”

Derek just smiled. “Your only job on this whole trip is just to go with the flow...we're vibing it baby. So...to the room first?” Derek asked, attaching a plastic bracelet onto Hotch's wrist with a grin. Rolex on one hand, neon plastic on the other. “All-inclusive, the resort is your oyster. Want a drink or a snack? Flash that fancy jewelry.”

Hotch has spent more time in hospitals than resorts.

The little plastic bracelet he now wore announced his status at the resort, a garish sunshine yellow that reminded him of those pesky plastic bracelets they always slapped on his wrist in the hospital. Here he's pre-paid for every goody he might want to consume, there he's a fall risk. He'd take this version, he figured. It didn't come with needles and beeping machines.

This was his first small step toward enjoying himself.

It was the bed that called to him first and Derek was more than willing to indulge him. It took Derek only seconds to be fully naked and ready for a nap in the chilly air-conditioned room. Travel was exhausting. Sitting in an airplane, soaring over invisible timelines, rushing through airports, listening to people cough all around him...he was ready to sleep it off too. “An hour to sleep and then we hit the beach?”

“Sure,” was Hotch's immediate reply. But when he didn't even move, not even a twitch, at the sound of Derek's alarm...Derek made a very important decision. One that might dictate the entire mood of their trip, if he was careful. This was vacation, and it didn't have to just be what he wanted. Yeah, he wanted to spend the day at the beach with Hotch, but Hotch needed sleep.

Vibing it applied to him too.

So, he got himself dressed, scribbled a quick note down on the pad of paper on Hotch's nightstand, and left. He was ready to hit the beach, get some booze in him, maybe meet some people who knew where to go to have the most fun. With a flash of his bracelet, he walked out to the beach with a little clear plastic cup of margarita in his hand. And when a fly landed right in the neon green beverage? He wished it well and flicked it on its way, hoping that it got drunk enough to have as good a time as he planned to. Maybe it would find some little fly nightclub somewhere and dance the night away.

Sucked first into a game of volleyball, and then the pool with the swim up bar, he was set for the afternoon. Every time he decided to change activities, he popped up to the room and found that Hotch had barely moved. He would adjust the temperature, refill the glass of water he'd left on the nightstand, amend his note with where he planned to be next if he had to be located and be on his way.

Derek didn't need much to have a good time, and Cancun was providing more than enough.

Hotch's one hour nap lasted well into the evening, long past all of the hotel buffets closed up for the evening. Derek had been eating off and on all day, little snacks to balance out tiny cup after tiny cup of neon booze. His favorite had been the pink drink, it tasted like strawberries and coconuts, but the blue one left his lips a funny color and he sort of liked that too. He was waiting for Hotch to have a full meal, that was the one thing he wanted. Even if their first meal on vacation was breakfast, he'd wait it out.

Room service sounded good to both of them, eating out on their veranda listening to the almost black ocean waves crash against the pale moonlit sand.

“I'm sorry I slept so long,” Hotch whispered in his gravely sleep voice, dragging a fry through a glob of ketchup. Burgers and fries, not exactly what Derek had been anticipating but he was letting Hotch lead for a while. “You could have woken me.”

“That's the longest I've seen you sleep in years, like hell I'm waking you up outta that. You barely even moved. I mean, you might have been in a coma I don't know.”

Hotch smiled, and Derek could see already that it looked lighter. A little flushed and sweet. It was a good start.

“Are you gonna be up all night now?”

“Truthfully,” Hotch started with a yawn, and Derek could already see the writing on the wall. Hotch hadn't slept in weeks, not really. His body was willing to catch up all at once now. So be it. “I could go back to bed...”

“Sounds good to me.”

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barry-j-blupjeans · 2 years

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To be totally and completely honest, Istus wasn't much of a fan of the Eternal Stockade, even if she knew why it was necessary. Liches and other undead abominations not only tempered with the laws of life and death but those of fate as well. Even with your classic lich case, there would be all sorts of magic disturbances that could cause danger to both mortals and the lich itself.

The Eternal Stockade, simply put, was a very stern time out from the Raven Queen to sit and think about what you've done. Not that most of the beings in here were capable of free and logical thought, anymore, but for those who were, it proved beneficial. They'd eventually settle enough to go into the Sea of Souls as they were intended to do.

Unless, of course, they were supposed to be a part of some bigger plan.

The Stockade is cold and quiet at the best of times, freezing and loud at the worse. The souls in here are silent today, aside from a few undead mutterings. Istus clicked down the hall with a purpose, turning quite a few heads in the process. It's not often that the Lady of Fate comes to visit, after all.

The atmosphere grew drearier the further in she got, the noise picking up slightly. There are remains of liches in some rooms, screaming souls trapped behind thick walls until they've settled into something calmer. Usually, the Raven Queen's little Reaper- Kravitz, Itsus recalled with a smile- was in here to talk them through their issues, but she had recalled him when Istus requested a visit with the Stockade's newest member.

Finally, she reached the person she had come for. With a click, Istus unlocked the door and entered the room. It was small and quaint, with a few scattered chairs and a table that was pushed against the wall. In the middle of the room was an umbrella, fractured down the middle. And standing just a few inches for that umbrella was a lich.

"Uhm," Lup said when Istus shut the door.

"Hello," Istus said presently, flicking a finger and drawing two of the chairs closer. She sat, taking out her knitting from her handbag. "I hope you don't mind too terribly, I like to have something to do with my hands."

"Oh, go for it," Lup said. Istus gestured for her to sit down. Hesitantly, Lup did. Istus found the place where she had left off on her tapestry and began again, avoiding the little hole she had left earlier. Lup watched her for a minute or two, fidgeting a bit on the chair. Eventually, she continued with, "so, uhh- you're not the Reaper."

"No," Istus said, glancing up with a smile. "I'm not."

"And I don't think you're the Raven Queen I've heard so much about," Lup said.

"I'm afraid not," Istus said. Clack clack went the knitting needles. "I'm sure Kravitz- the Reaper, that is, his name is Kravitz- informed you about their policy for liches?"

Lup made a "sort of" motion with her skeletal hand. "I mean, it was basically like-" she put on an accurate rendition of Kravitz's work accent and Istus didn't even pretend to look like she wasn't amused by it- "'You've just gotta sit 'ere for a moment or two while I get the paperwork all sorted out' and then left, so."

"Ah," Istus said. "The dreaded paperwork. I'm afraid I've saddled him with even more because of this visit. How it usually goes, after paperwork, is the lich or otherwise undead being gets an assigned room and just sort of chills there until the magic works its way out of their system. Sometimes Kravitz talks them through it-"

"So he's like a therapist or what?" Lup interrupted.

"I think he prefers the term "Grim Reaper", actually," Istus said and Lup snorted. "Anyway, once they've sorted it all out, the lich gets put into the Sea of Souls because they are now, technically, dead. You, however, are a special case. In fact, I've requested you not be put into the Sea at all. Not yet, at least."

"Great," Lup said, leaning in. "And the catch?" Her form had flickered slightly at the idea of the Sea, but she calmed down remarkably well, so Istus didn't comment on it.

"I can help you get back to your family," Istus said, instead of answering that right away.

"That's not really what I asked, though," Lup said, with a fake little sympathetic grimace. "I wanna know what the catch is. And who you are, while we're at it."

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, didn't I?" Istus said, setting down her knitting needles for just a second. She straightened up a bit. "My apologies. I'm Istus, Goddess of Fate. And, to put it plainly, Lup, I'd like to offer you a job."

#lup #istus #taz lup #taz istus #taz balance #taz #mine #ise cube writing #i have been thinkin about this au for a while #n im not Real Happy with how I've written this but i got it out in a way that (hopefully) makes sense finally so!#gonna stick w it

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just-a-torn-up-masterpiece · 2 years

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put my name at the top of your list - N.R.

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(Part of my Red (Taylor's Version) fics)

Song - The Last Time

Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary - You and Natasha have been in a secret relationship and though you're exclusive to one another, you've not made it official. You can't help but think maybe her feelings don't mirror yours or she's ashamed of you, this is the last time you're giving her the choice to pick you.

Warnings - Relationship angst and the mildest smut BUT there is a happy ending dw

Word Count - 2575

A/N - i really like this one so i hope you enjoy!! also i am reposting this as last time it got stuck on 12 notes due to a glitch but tumblr have sorted it out :)

Natasha's arms around you felt right, the way she held you flush against her body with her fingers stroking through your hair and the gentle beating of her heart beneath where you lay your head.

Yet, the comfort and security you felt from her physically could not be replicated emotionally; the sex and the sneaking around was great but not being sure of where you stood with her was eating away at you. For you it was easy to fall in love with her, it happened some months ago and you let the warm feeling take over but you kept it hidden for fear of scaring her away - you'd rather have her like this than not at all... right?

So as you lay in her bed, like you have done most nights for the past six months, her arms hugging you close almost felt suffocating as your thoughts ran rampant. Thoughts of you and her, the idea that these secretive trysts may be all you'll ever have. The way your love for her is beginning to feel like poison, acidic in your throat as you choke it down. The thought was nauseating, ice cold in your veins when you realised this is it, you can't suffer this way anymore - she either loves you now or she never will.

"What's going on in here?" She spoke, voice only a little more than a whisper as her finger tapped the side of your head. Of course she could tell you were only present in body, your mind somewhere else entirely.

You sat up with a sigh, the air in her bedroom shifting as she sensed your seriousness, turning to her with your legs crossed beneath you. Her eyes trailed over your face just as you've grown used to, analysing, theorising just what you were going to say before the words were uttered.

"Detka, what's wrong?" Her hand touched your knee and you couldn't help but mentally scold yourself at the feeling it ignited, warm feelings trying to drag themselves through the cracks in your tension, it wasn't the time to let your adoration take control.

"I'm not sure I can do this anymore, Natasha." You muttered, neutrality in your tone, determined to not let your emotions take over. You could see her sharp inhale of breath in the way the muscles in her neck twitched. And suddenly your mouth felt dry, unbearable.

"Why? What do you mean?" She returned, tone as neutral as yours per her training.

"I just - I don't want to be your secret anymore. I can't take it. And I understand you have your reservations, I get it but please don't keep me waiting for something that'll never happen." You choked out, throat constricting with the tears that wanted to be set free, standing from her bed and finding it harder to hold them back when she didn't even try and get you to stay.

Her lips parted with unspoken words, clamping shut again. You could see the frustration in her features. The salty tears began to fall at the deafening silence, the silence that never broke even when you walked to her door.

No words were spoken when you opened it to leave and maybe you were stupid for expecting her to call down the hallway to you as you wandered to your own room. You were stupid, foolish that you could ever even think she could love you.

The next day wasn't a busy one, your body felt heavy when you woke, consumed by the words you longed to hear. You felt numb to the world, wrapped up in your duvet dreading getting up. So you put it off for a while longer, only getting dressed and trudging out when the need for some coffee and lunch became too great.

It wasn't surprising to find everyone else milling around the kitchen area doing the same thing, chattering filling the room. The absence of a certain redhead wasn't surprising either. "Afternoon." Wanda smiled teasingly as you headed straight to the coffee pot.

"Hey Wands."

"Everything okay?" She questioned and you could feel the gaze of the others falling upon you, concerned at your uncharacteristic late arrival. You responded with a nod and a smile as convincing as you could muster. "I'm cooking lunch for us all - should be done soon." She smiled and you knew she didn't believe you but she could pry later.

You mulled over your thoughts, cradling the mug of lukewarm coffee, swallowing bitter mouthfuls on autopilot as your mind wandered. The chatter bouncing around the room serving merely as background noise to the chaos racking your skull, notions of love and heartbreak, of inadequacy and shame.

The goings on continued around you until the lone seat you occupied at the end of the table was accompanied with the bodies of everyone else, plates being passed around and food scooped onto plates. And you felt stupid to be sulking as smiles and lively chatter adorned the lips of your teammates, your friends. Though you allowed yourself to wallow when the pang in your chest was physically painful at the sight of her, hair slightly damp from a shower and you could almost smell her shampoo the way the scent was ingrained into your mind.

It was hard not to notice the subtle glances shared between the others as she sat on the opposite end of the table to you, your forced lack of eye contact surely swayed her decision. It was usually the two of you lost in your own world, laughing together - the hostility was nauseating.

You were both quiet, the others speaking around you, they tried to include you both in the conversations with brief answers and forced smiles and laughs in response. You could barely lift your head, feigning interest in the slice of tomato on your plate, pushing around the seeds and the juicy centre with your fork, scared of what you'd find if you looked up and whether you'd be able to survive without crying - that would be embarrassing surely.

But she was like the sun in more ways than one, an eclipse. And you knew you should keep your gaze elsewhere but you couldn't help but take a peek. Those mossy eyes were already looking your way, pleading you to just please pay her any speck of attention but you flitted your sight to a blank space on the wall behind Sam who sat opposite telling a humour filled story.

You couldn't look at her, you just couldn't. Not with the way just one glance made your heart pound, throat close and eyes well with acrid tears.

But of course, as a creature with little self control, your sights kept flicking over to her; just because she makes your heart hurt it doesn't mean she isn't beautiful. You'd once told her she was 'pulchritudinous' earning that raspy laugh to bless your ears and of course what she'd said was right: the word had come up on your 'Word of the Day' app but she appreciated the sentiment either way.

She was often looking straight back at you and you could see the uncertainty in her eyes, that or you were uncertain of what her expression was. It didn't look to be one you'd come across before, almost desperate. Time went on with plates being emptied and each minute that passed seemed to deepen the etching of frustration in the furrow of her brows - why wouldn't you just look at her?

And the conversation being passed around was halted into silence at the angry clattering of metal against ceramic, her cutlery haphazardly dashed onto her plate, hands clenched into fists against the table.

"Can you please just fucking look at me?" She huffed, eyes piercing into the side of your face, meeting with yours as you reluctantly looked to her. The faces of everyone else were muddles of confusion and shock at the sudden interruption and the now tense almost hostile air.

You said nothing, what could you say? The air feeling heavy and difficult to drag into your lungs, sour and thick. And for moments nothing was said at all, the two of you just staring across the table, an audience of bated breath.

"What's happening here?" Tony voiced, pointing between the pair of you. You thought it must be a wild thing to see, 'best friends' staring one another down, both with extensive combat skills and at least one weapon on your persons - perhaps they were slightly nervous and it was almost funny to you that they could be...almost.

"Nothing." You uttered, surprising yourself when you could actually speak and lifting from your seat gathering as many plates as you could to walk over to the kitchen. The stunned and tense silence only letting the clattering sounds of the stacking plates echo throughout the space, awkward almost wasn't enough to describe the quiet.

Aggravation flitted over her features, audible sigh at the back of her throat. She followed you of course and you have never wished the table wasn't mere feet away from the kitchen as much as you did right then, you could hear few hushed words at the table - their eavesdropping could not be any less subtle.

"Please can you talk to me?"

Everybody, including you, winced at the jarring crash of the crockery against the counter - you didn't expect your annoyance to make itself so forthright. "I spoke last night, your silence was enough." The grip on the kitchen counter was the only thing keeping your emotions in check, you'd let yourself cry about this when you're alone in your room.

"I didn't know what to say."

"Exactly." You spoke through gritted teeth, hoping to be quiet enough to keep the conversation private. And when she fell silent again, chewing her inner cheek you'd had enough, trying to step past her. Efforts fell fruitless when her hand gripped onto your arm keeping you still.

"You know that you're the only one." She uttered and yet those words weren't enough, not what you needed to hear.

"I cannot be your secret anymore Natasha." Your voices were hushed though grimaces contorted everyone's faces as they caught the use of her full name. "This is the last time that I am asking you to just put my name at the top of your list, hold me above everything else, please." You practically begged.

"I do. You know I do." She responded.

"Then stop acting like you're so ashamed." Your voice this time was loud enough for all to hear, you took a shaky inhale before talking again, volume lowered once more. "My heart is fucking aching. When you don't feel the same way I do. I'm just a quick, secret, fuck right?" You tugged your arm free, tears spilling over now.

"That's not true." She spoke quietly as your feet carried you past the group, heads turned to Natasha in shock after a glimpse of your tear covered face. They watched as you retreated down the hallway to the elevator, your body clearly shaking with broken sobs.

And still, nobody spoke, just perplexed at the scene unfolding. Popcorn was the only thing missing as eyes tracked Natasha's actions as you left; a frustrated sigh and rub of her forehead, cogs clearly turning in her head before a moment of clarity. A novel sight of nervousness on her face as she spun on her heels, taking up almost a jog through the room to chase after you, hurried steps down the hallway.

"I am not ashamed of you."

You looked up from the ground and the sight caused a drowning wave of guilt to wash over her, wet cheeks and the whites of your eyes hued red from the tears.

"Please believe me. I was scared, to let you in completely, I felt safer with it being secret but I could never be ashamed." She neared you, hand holding onto yours, it felt warm against your skin, palm pressed against palm.

"I can't hear this if you don't want what I want, if you don't feel what I feel. I can't handle it." Your voice strained, her free hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb swiping at the tears on your skin. A soft smile graced her lips.

"I love you. I am so deeply in love with you." The words were uttered like honey, food of the gods, and fuck did it taste good. To say the group of nosey Avengers at the table was shocked would be an understatement.

"You do? You're sure?"

"I have never been more sure of anything in my life." She laughed and you couldn't help but laugh too, relieved. "I should have told you sooner but I was scared and it seems so stupid now th-" She rambled, you found it endearing but you'd heard enough, seen enough sincerity in her irises.

Your lips pushed against hers cutting her words short, she froze for a second before smiling into the kiss, moving her lips with yours as you'd grown used to. And though you'd shared kisses a multitude of times this one was different, you could both feel it, translating into love. A kiss that meant 'I love you', one that knew it was the first of an infinite amount, no end in sight, no deadline until you had to sneak away. Just now, and then forever.

"I love you too." You breathed against her, you never thought her smile could get any brighter but somehow in that moment it did. She couldn't help but yank you into a tight hug, squeezing you so tightly in her embrace. Being that close to losing you, she had to hold you close.

The pair of you didn't even spare a glance to your audience, stepping into the elevator to her room. Her lips were on yours before the doors had even slid closed, hand resting on the back of your head to keep you close.

Fumbling footsteps in your desperate pace to get to her room, falling through the door with childish giggles, refusing to fully part from one another's lips. How could you when the taste was this sweet?

The most perfect haze as clothes were stripped, smiles permanent knowing you wouldn't have to hold back the love held, wouldn't have to sneak out once the hallway was checked to be clear.

Natasha's arms around you felt right again, just how it had begun. A warm hold, hands soft against you, home. A new kind of electricity danced over your skin at the brush of her fingers against you, caressing you with such passion.

The way in which your bodies worked together was nothing short of sublime, this wan't news to you but this time was different. Every touch, every kiss, each push of a finger and lick of a tongue was laced with love. Her body straddled yours, fingers slowly pumping into you and the smile was still present on her lips, the love was clear in her eyes.

She presented her love in a chalice and you gulped it down, savouring every last drop.

And when her heavy breaths filled the room, groans bouncing off the four walls, she muttered an I love you; your heart could have burst at the sound, music to your ears as cliché as it sounds.

But she loved you and you loved her. Just now, and then forever.

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longlostzoldyck · 2 years

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we'll just have to share

maki zenin x reader x megumi fushiguro

wc: 2.2k, minors dni, sexual themes, 18+

summary: you're in a relationship with both maki and megumi. while staying at a hotel after a mission, all three of you are forced to share a bed because obviously gojo is an idiot and got you all a room with one bed. the results are quite interesting

warnings: unprotected sex (don't do it, please protect your privates), dirty talk, excessive use of petnames, established relationships, swearing, use of whore, slut, etc., vaginal sex, oral (f receiving)

notes: this is tonight's edition of i had a random idea and then felt the need to write an entire smut based off of it so im sorry

gojo is fucking unbelievable. you could not believe that after an entire day of fighting curses, he had messed up your hotel reservation. you were outside of tokyo hunting a particular curse and by the time you managed to exorcise it, it was pretty late so gojo said he'd get you all a room at a hotel. however, when you arrived with megumi and maki you found that gojo had only gotten you a queen bed to share.

fucking gojo. nobody was supposed to know that you were dating both of them. he probably didn't even know, he probably just thought it would be funny, but it was quite the opposite. you had been dreading how the sleeping situation would pan out from the second gojo said you'd have to stay the night. who's bed were you supposed to sneak into at night? you decided you weren't going to, but now there was no other bed to sneak in to. all three of you would have to share and nobody was going to want to sleep on the floor after the day you just had.

gumi seemed unaware as to how stressed you were by all of this yearning to take a shower to scrub off all the grime on his skin. while gumi showered maki noticed how tense you seemed coming out to sit on the balcony with you.

"you okay," she asked. you flicked your eyes up following her voice to see she was standing right before you. you leaned back in your seat and she sat on your lap wrapping her arms around your neck. you were both still dirty from the mission, but that didn't matter now as she leaned forward planting a sweet kiss on your lips.

"just annoyed at fucking gojo," you responded.

"why? i'm gonna have you all cuddled up after we shower," she smiled against your lips going in for another kiss.

"and megumi?," you asked.

"fuck megumi."

"i'm sure he'd love that," you teased. both of your attention was drawn back to the bedroom when you heard the bathroom door open and slam shut. gumi was in the bedroom with a towel around his waist as he looked for his clothes. he looked so incredibly hot with drops of water falling down his back and shoulders.

"you better drool like that when i come out of the bathroom too," she teased pulling your chin back to her and planting a short kiss on your lips. they were going to kill you tonight.

you felt like you extended your shower until you ran out of warm water. you didn't want either of them to get jealous or make things awkward, but you also couldn't lie that the idea of having a threesome didn't sound like the hottest thing in the world. by the time you got out of your shower, you felt like you needed a cold one already.

you didn't have extra clothes since you didn't expect to stay the night out here so you were all in improvised pajamas. gumi was in boxers and a large black t shirt while maki was in a sports bra and boxer shorts. you were using one of gumi's oversized tshirts and a thong. the shirt was thankfully long enough that it went down to your mid thighs, but you still felt rather exposed despite the fact both of them had seen you naked so many times.

they were both laying in bed watching some tv show you didn't have the concentration to decipher. you slid into the spot in between them they had left for you. they had to be doing this on purpose now. after a few seconds gumi stood up heading for the bathroom. maki wrapped her arm around your waist pulling you closer to her and she eventually reached for your boob under your shirt squeezing it in her palms. you moaned softly in response to her affections and she simply titled your chin up to pull you into a searing kiss.

she moved her hands up to cup your cheeks and pulled you closer to her. eventually, she grabbed your leg by the thigh and pulled it across her waist so you were on top of her. you sighed into the kiss as she moved her hands down to grope your ass. you whined into her lips when she suddenly slapped your ass hard enough to shoot a wave of pleasure directly to your pussy.

"well, fushiguro, are you just going to watch or are you going to help me treat our little whore?" she asked. you had forgotten megumi was in the bathroom next to you and would come out at any moment. your eyes stayed on him as he climbed back into bed until he laid next to you palming his erection over his boxers.

"princess, do you want a taste of my cock?" he asked nonchalantly. you flicked your eyes to maki for a moment knowing what you wanted but wanting to make sure she was okay with this. she simply nodded and you almost pounced onto megumi's lap. he groaned when he felt your lips wrap around his cock head then swallowing his dick as far as you could. "baby, your mouth feels so fucking good."

His praises only spurred your further as you ran your tongue up the thick vein under his cock before swirling his cockhead with your tongue.

"oh, baby, you can do better than that," maki's voice was followed by her hand pushing your head further on to megumi's dick until you were at his pelvis. he was all the way down your throat which made it difficult to breathe but you also just felt so full. maki pulled you off gumi's dick then dragging you in for a feverish kiss. she was literally sucking out the spit that had accumulated from choking on gumi's dick. "do you think you can do that again?"

"yes," you responded almost too fast and she simply smiled proudly squeezing your cheeks with her hand.

"that's my little slut," she pulled you in for another kiss before she lowered you back on to gumi's dick. she pushed your head all the way down again until his dick was entirely shoved down your throat. all he could do was swear and say your name over and over until he suddenly came in your mouth. you swallowed all of him immediately ignoring the bitter taste and then came up for air.

gumi was still recovering from his orgasm, trying to regulate his breathing. his chest was slowly rising up and down as maki laid next to you. you leaned towards her pulling her in for a sloppy kiss. she instantly turned you over to cage you under her body.

"open your mouth," she commanded then jamming two of her fingers in your mouth. you gladly sucked on her fingers covering them in saliva. she pulled them out of your mouth with a pop before going down your body and pressing her fingers against your clit. "look at that. such a slut that you didn't even need to lube yourself up. you're so soaked already."

she proceeded to sink a finger inside your pussy and then rub your clit with her thumb. you were always a goner on her fingers. she could get you to cum on her fingers alone all night if she wanted to. she hooked her finger slightly and rubbed against your spongy spot over and over making you see stars. you were a goner alreader. just when you needed it gumi tugged on your nipple twisting the bud and it threw you over the edge making you cum hard. you clung on to maki as your orgasm rippled through you eventually loosening your grip and falling back on to the bed under you. "oh will you look at that? fushiguro take a look."

he shifted on the bed crawling closer to see how she was pushing your own cum back inside of you with her fingers.

"let me lick her clean," he said unable to move his eyes from your dripping cunt. maki hummed pulling out her fingers and moving from her place to now sit behind you. she pulled you up until you were sitting with you back pressed against her tits.

"you're going to watch fushiguro lick you clean," maki commanded in your ear then proceeding to press messy kisses on your neck and shoulders. gumi laid before your cunt first slipping your thong down your legs and then hooking your legs over his shoulder. he gave you no teaser or anything just directly pressing a long fat stripe to your pussy. megumi was practically feral making out with your cunt letting your juices drip down to his chin. you simply laid there taking it as maki was holding you down to not let you squirm. your eyes lulled back and maki struck your cheek softly chastising you for breaking her command. "i told you to watch fushiguro lick your pussy clean," she repeated titling you head down by the chin. "you're gonna watch him make you cum again."

you gasped in her grasp when gumi sucked on your clit bitting on the bud slightly. you moaned out his name unable to put any coherent thoughts together. maki bit into your neck and shoulders then proceeding to play with your pretty tits. she tweaked your nipples making you gasp and shake on top of her. you were so close and she wanted to extend that feeling just the tiniest bit. she stopped playing with your tits watching gumi suck on your clit. your little clit was so puffy and ready to cum, but megumi and maki wanted to tease you for a bit longer wanting to hear how bad you wanted to cum. you felt your orgasm start to dissipate and tried moving your free hand over maki's leading her back to your tits.

"maki, please, i was so close..." you begged squeezing her hand softly. gumi's licks became softer and more kitten like also making your approaching orgasm just dissapear. "no... gumi..."

"come on princess, you know what we want to hear," gumi encouraged you slowly circling your clit with his fat tongue which eased some of the tension in your stomach.

"please let me cum. i wanna cum so hard for you," you finally managed to say with a steady voice and gumi picked up his pace on your clit. "gumi, fuck...," you whined out and maki finally brought her hands back up to play with your tits. "maki please," you didn't know what you were begging for but she apparently knew because she proceeded to suck on the sweet spot behind your ear which pushed you over the edge. you came so fucking hard just coating gumi's face with your juices. he took it all proudly licking your folds until you were too sensitive. once he was content enough he crawled up your body and planted a sloppy kiss on your lips. you could taste your sweet juices on his lips and mouth, but didn't care. his lips were practically slamming against yours fighting you for dominance until you finally gave into him.

"i need to be inside of you, princess," his words came out as more of a beg as he was rock hard again from just seeing you contort in pleasure. he needed to fuck you now. you happily turned around in bed offering your ass back to him and he could die then and there. he stuck two fingers inside of you to make sure you were prepped for his cock. that alone had you moaning and falling forward. he slowly sunk his dick inside of you from behind keeping a tight grip on your waist. he was trying to stay in control and not go too faster from the very beginning, but he was struggling to hold himself back when you were squeezing him like that.

as gumi picked up the pace drilling inside your cunt you started rubbing and sucking maki's pussy. you sunk your fingers inside of her and started jamming them inside of her at the same beat that gumi was ramming into you. you could just moan into her thighs barely able to stay up from the mere power of gumi's trusts.

"what is it baby? too fucked out? is fushiguro making you feel that good?," you nodded letting out another moan. "fushiguro how about you turn our girl over. she seems to not want to respond now."

gumi nodded pulling out of you momentarily and turning you to lay on your back. he pushed a pillow under your hips before he proceeded slamming back into you over and over. maki climbed up your body until she sat on her face leaving her pussy right over your mouth. "go on baby."

you happily leaned up capturing her folds between your lips. her sweet taste covered your tongue as she slowly started grinding herself on your face. meanwhile megumi kept his unrelenting pace and finally found your sweet spot which had you reeling. he kept hitting it over and over and you finally came for the last time that evening. gumi came shortly after you when he felt your walls squeeze him and maki came on your mouth.

you were all spent so you fell into a mess of limbs on the bed. they both had their arms around you and gumi's hands somehow found themselves in his favorite place in the world: your tits. you smiled for a moment thanking gojo in your head. maybe his ideas weren't always so bad.

part 2: we're doing this again?

#jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #maki zenin smut #megumi fushiguro smut #maki x reader #megumi x reader

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