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macnevercries · 3 years

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You're Mine

Warnings- stalker/yandere tendencies, somnophilia, fingering, male masturbation, penetration, dubcon/noncon, squirting, breeding kink, etc

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This is for @ultimate-astridwriting ‘s Watch It Creep collab!! (thank you for letting me participate ily)

Dabi had never been one for shopping, going out in public just to have people gawk and point at him was never very appealing. He didn’t need new clothes, there was no one he wanted to impress. Except you. When you went shopping, he couldn't help but love it.

Your constant late night trips became his favorite time of the week. Every time you get new clothes you would blast your music and try on all different outfits with the new pieces you had just bought. Dancing and singing in the mirror, feeling yourself up. Watching you strip and pull clothes snug over your curves over and over never failed to get his dick hard.

On goes a pink tank top and low rise skinny jeans. You take off your bra and brush your nipples over the shirt, looking in the mirror to see them peek through the thin fabric covering your chest. Off goes that outfit, your flawless tits on display, perked by the touch of your own hands. You bend over to pick up a dress to try on, the black thong you wear riding up your ass and giving Dabi an ideal view.

He has a chair pulled up right in front of his window, the perfect view down to your apartment, directly across and down one floor from his. The buildings in your area are packed tight, no more than 10 or 20 feet between the both of you. He takes a seat, spreading his legs and unbuttoning his jeans as he hears your music blast even louder through the thin walls and small expanse of grass that separates your buildings.

He wishes he had a teleportation quirk, that he could hold you in his arms instead of desperately attaching himself to your vulnerable moments. So innocent, you never pull your blinds closed. He often wonders how an angel like you could exist so close to him, in his neighborhood, in his world.

His cock slaps against his stomach, coming to life when he glances up, seeing you peeling off a tight dress. If only it were his hands, his everything pressed up against you, guiding you in your dance while you grind back onto him, hips rolling against his. His rough and scarred hands pump up and down his cock, spreading the minimal precum, the pain of the dry tug spurring him on.

When he glances up from his lap you're putting your pajamas back on, leaving your room to go get ready for bed. Not to worry, he has more material to get off to. His eyes search his room, looking over the various photographs of you hanging on his walls. He’s taken many over time, mostly just normal pictures of you in your apartment or around the neighborhood. But even the most average photos of you entranced him. How could they not, you were just so beautiful.

His eyes run over the photo taped to his wall on the right. He has it placed right next to his window so he can see it when you walk into a different room in the middle of your “session”. The photo depicts you licking dripping ice cream off of your glowing skin on a hot day. Your face is a mix of innocent and erotic, your arms squished together slightly, pushing your breasts up through your low cut shirt. To Dabi this photo is not only perfect because it was captured at the right moment, it’s perfect because it's you.

He tugs harder at his cock, spitting on it roughly and imagining you on your knees for him. How you would wrap your hand around it, cup his balls, swirl your tongue on the tip paying special attention to his piercings all while keeping your eyes glued on him. How he would grab a fistful of your hair and shove your nose to his hips, feeling the contractions of your gagging throat hugging him just right. He’s panting in seconds, making eye contact with the photo one more time before spilling into his hand. He gives a few more pumps, milking himself. He leans over to his desk, wiping his hand off on the matted washcloth that lies there just for this, the one that hasn't been washed in weeks.

When he stands, he sees you walk back into your room with only a small towel wrapped around your body and a face mask, relaxingly flopping onto your bed with your phone. The sight is almost enough to get him going again but he restrains himself, after all he would see you later tonight.

Your door creaks, swinging open into your dark apartment. Dabi gets his lock picker from the door handle and shoves it in the pocket of his pants. He slips silently into your living room, he never stumbles, he knows your apartment like the back of his hand. How could he not when you're so obviously begging for him to come over? He has to listen to his baby’s needs.

Your room is down the hallway to the left, right across the bathroom and 14.6ft from your couch. Your room’s door is open, like always. He sits on the edge of your bed, the dip of his weight on the mattress making you roll slightly towards him. He reaches for your face, your skin so soft against his burnt hand. You stir slightly when he tucks your hair behind your ear and wipes the drool from your lip, but he knows you won't wake up, you never do.

Your blankets only cover one of your legs, you must have been too hot. But this is better for both of you because it gives Dabi a nice view of your night attire. Your legs bare, all the way up to your hips. Your unblemished skin begging to be marked by him. You always wear an oversized t-shirt, probably stolen from one of your many ex boyfriends. And only some nights do you wear panties. Dabi counts his luck as he slowly moves your sheets off of you, his breath taken away when he realizes tonight you aren't wearing any.

Your pussy glistens in the moonlight that filters in through your open window, you could never be bothered to buy curtains. Dabi can't resist the need to touch it, to touch you, to claim you. You were his, you just didn't know it yet.

His slender fingers slide through your folds, slightly pinching your clit to watch your pretty little hole twitch and clench at his touch. He slips one finger inside of you, it goes in easily with all of the slick that's gathered and begun to drip down to your thighs. You let out a small mewl when his finger curves to your g-spot, and he adds another for good measure. You never wake up though, you've always been a heavy sleeper.

But he needs you now, he wants you awake. So he kisses you gently, his mouth molding against yours with a softness he didn't know he was capable of. But soon need and lust take over. His soft kisses turn rough, teeth clashing and blood being drawn from your lip. You begin to wake up, he's causing too much commotion for you to stay asleep.

Your eyes blink open to meet his bright blue ones, panic beginning to set in your mind. You take a deep breath, preparing to scream for help but his hand is covering your mouth in an instant before you can even open it. He leans down to whisper in your ear with a gravelly tone.

“If you scream or make any noise, I’ll make sure you can never talk again”

His hand heats up just enough for you to know he’s not bluffing. All throughout his threats, his fingers never stop thrusting into you. Your tired mind is conflicted between fear and lust, you don't know which one to give in to. Your eyes widen and you nod, choosing to comply with him.

You let out a small moan, bucking your hips back against his hand. This causes the nastiest grin to spread across his face, his evil intent sparkling in his eyes.

“You're gonna be a good girl for me, yeah?”

You nod feverishly, your brain not thinking straight. Dabi lets out a low groan at your eagerness, palming himself through his jeans. He begins to unzip them, undressing both himself and you until your bare skin presses against his. The piercings on his cock sting your skin, so cold against your sex.

He kisses your neck, down to your chest and across your torso. “I'm gonna make you feel so good”

He aligns his cock with you, shoving in his entire length in one go. The wind gets knocked out of you, you're breathless as he begins to fuck you at an ungodly pace, never waiting for you to adjust. He murmurs sweet nothings into your ears, kissing you sweetly as if you were in love. Tears begin to fall down your cheek but he licks them away, he knows you want him.

He fucks you harder, curling his hips into yours. The piercings lining his cock drag against your walls so nicely, the previously cold metal beginning to warm up from your shared heat.

“I bet you like that, don't you slut? Prancing around in front of your window every day for me to see. You know what you do to me. Thats why we are where we are right now; me fucking your tight hole and you taking it like the good little bitch you are.”

You moan at his words, his cock bruising your cervix so nicely. His hand reaches down to your clit, rubbing fast and hard circles against your sensitive nub. Your entire body shakes, clear liquid squirting out of you all over him. You grip him like a vice, milking him with your orgasm. He moans loudly, spilling thick white ropes and fucking them into your womb.

“Yeah, you fucking take it, youre mine”

He slows down after a minute, pulling out only to shove his fingers back into your abused hole, keeping his cum safe inside of you.

“You better hold that, I’ll be back”

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝐺𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑅𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑤𝑜 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warnings: NSFW content including somnophilia (obviously consensual), lactating kink. Illusions to infidelity (which I do not condone nor encourage). Read at your own discretion. Older/Aged up Ateez but age differences are still within legal boundaries.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Opening his eyes, Hongjoong let out a tired smile as he looked at your peacefully sleeping figure. He was glad that both of you had a good night's rest and the baby in the next room didn't wake you up. Caressing your cheek, he blushed as he remembered the previous night with you.

Getting up, he picked up his discarded sweatpants and quickly slipped them on before going over to the window. Opening up the blinds just a tiny bit to let in a little light, he looked back over when he heard you moan in your sleep.

"Hongjoong..." You whimpered unconsciously.

By the way you shifted inside the blankets, Hongjoong knew you were more than likely rubbing your thighs together. It might have been a little early, but if you needed him, how was he supposed to deny you especially when you called out so cutely for him.

You fluttered your eyes open when you felt kisses being pressed against your jaw that soon traveled to your neck, hips involuntarily bucking up when you felt your lover's hard on rub against your clit.

"Morning babygirl. Did you miss me that much already?" He teased you, a light chuckle emanating from his lips as he began inserting himself into you.

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

It was still the early hours of dawn yet Seonghwa was fully awake. His hand was tenderly caressing your hip as he continued to admire your body. Although he had done a lot of that the night before, it still wasn't enough for him. Every mark on your body that detailed the pregnancy you went through was absolutely beautiful for him.

Unable to bear it any longer, he slowly crawled his way underneath the blanket where he positioned himself right in between your thighs. He started off by peppering kisses along your stretch marks, his tongue occasionally poking out every now and then. When he finally reached your mound he didn't hesitate to start licking tenderly and slowly at your folds, trying not to abruptly wake you up.

You thought you were in a lucid dream until you opened your eyes and saw someone shuffling under the covers. Pulling some of the blanket to the side, your head rested back on the pillow as you let out a moan when you saw Seonghwa's head buried deep between your legs.

"Morning gorgeous." He greeted you as he smiled against your clit before giving it a suckle that made you want to squirm away from him, but his hands on your thighs prevented you from moving.

"Just stay down and get comfortable beautiful. I'm not coming out of here for a while."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

"I don't wanna get up just yet." You let out a croaked whine as you nestled closer against your equally half tired half awake husband.

"We don't have to, it's still pretty early." He told you as the arm that was wrapped around you lightly tapped on the side of your hip.

You tried to wrap one leg over Yunho's but your face grimaced as you felt the dull sting of his thrusts from the night before. Noticing your reaction, Yunho chuckled.

"Did I accidentally go too rough on you? Did I break you yet again?" He cooed mockingly at you as he pinched your nose, which made you irritated.

"N-no! I'm fine actually. In fact I'm so fine that I could probably ride you with no issues at all." You proudly boasted.

"Oh yeah? Prove it then baby." He taunted you, not actually expecting you to follow through but you surprised him when you got up and pulled his shirt off you and climbed on top of him, albeit with a little difficulty but you did. Yunho watched you with a smirk as you began pumping him in your hand.

"Do you still have energy left to go for another round though?" You teased him as you gave him a tight squeeze.

"Trust me doll, I never run out of energy if it means fucking your tight pussy."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

"What are you doing?" You sleepily asked when you awoke to find Yeosang staring right at you.

"Admiring you before I have to go." He answered with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

You both looked over at the clock, knowing that soon the house and its occupants would soon be bustling and it would be best if Yeosang snuck back into his room.

"I don't wanna leave. I wanna stay here with you." He huffed as he layed back down on the bed with you.

You swore he acted more like a child than his daughter did, confirmed by how now you tried to get him out of your bed, which he was very reluctant about.

"You'll see me later tonight anyways, it'll only be for a few hours." You reminded him as you helped him gather his clothes that had been scattered about on the floor.

"I'll miss you so much." He pouted at you.

You were about to roll your eyes but then you got an idea. Stopping him before he threw his shirt on, you sunk down to your knees and took hold back his cock which instantly got hard at your touch.

"Then let me leave you with something so you don't miss me too much.."

Yeosang shuddered when your lips kissed his head, your tongue dipping into his slit.

"And so you have something to look forward to tonight."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

Head thrown back against the softness and the pillow as lewd moans spewed out of your mouth, your fingers were tangled in the back of San's hair as he continued to swallow and suck at your nipples, his hands pressing hard against your squishy skin so he'd be able to gulp down more of your milk.

"Sannie...please." You whimpered out, yet he made no answers nor did he move from where he was. Calling out to him once more and even tugging his hair harshly, you finally got a response from him.

"Hmm?" He hummed quietly yet went back to his previous task of breastfeeding from you.

"Stop being selfish, that milk is also for our daughter." You reminded him as you tried to move him from your chest, which resulted in him latching into your nipple with more intensity.

"You were mine before you were her mom, I think I deserve to get my fair share of enjoying your body as I want. Don't get me wrong I love our princess and I don't regret having her, but last night was the first time in a while that I finally get you all to myself and I'm going to take advantage of it."

Dipping his tongue back in between your breasts, San let out a soft chuckle as he kneaded your mounds.

"Besides you produce more than enough milk baby mama. Got your shirts getting wet patches from all the milk pouring out of your tits."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

You were awoken when you felt Mingi, who was still nestled inside of you, slightly pull in and out of you. You weren't too fazed by this, you guys often tried cockwarming, especially if the night before you guys were being a little naughty. There was just something heartwarming about having him stay inside you after he fucked you sore.

"Still wanna go?" Mingi asked. Even though you had explicitly told him to fuck you awake, he still wanted to make sure you'd still be up for it.

You didn't even respond, you simply pushed yourself back onto him after he had pulled out of you. Getting the hint, Mingi helped you onto all fours, which automatically excited you. Soon he was pulling moan after moan out of your mouth as his hips slammed into you from behind, one hand reaching over to stimulate you further by rubbing your clit.

"You gotta be quiet love." He teased as his other hand came over to cup over your mouth, effectively muffling all the loud noises coming out of it.

"Our angel is sleeping in the other room and if she hears us, she'll wake up."

He purposefully made it harder for you as he jolted his hips up, further ramming himself in you.

"So let's try to not get caught."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

"She's going to wake up any second now." Although you tried to reason with Wooyoung, you made absolutely no attempt to get him off you. Instead you simply melted into his kisses and caresses, still high from the blissful night you two shared just a few hours ago.

"No she won't. She's been sleeping a lot more recently." He assured you as he raked his teeth along your shoulder blades, threatening to leave marks plastered on you.

"Yes but- oh fine. But we have to be quick about it..just in case." You told him.

"Quick you say? Ok then."

You let out a squeak when Wooyoung flipped over and pulled you on top of him with no warning. At first you were confused when he started shifting you around, but after he began turning you, you understood what he was aiming for. You let him guide you so your ass was right on top of his face, your dripping pussy inches away from his mouth. Bending over, you brought your mouth over to his cock, licking his shaft which made him jitter under you.

"Fuck! Oh shit." Not wanting to let you get away with teasing, Wooyoung layed his tongue flat on your lips before curling it upwards so it could flick at your clit, eliciting a response from your body.

"Remember, we gotta be quick about it. So start sucking baby."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Jongho looked up amusedly, sleep still in his eyes, at your tantalizing figure that was now rutting itself against one of his thighs.

"I'm up." You simply stated while continuing to grind on him.

"I can see that very well my little vixen. And now I'm up." You both laughed quietly at his double sensed joke.

Effortlessly picking you up with his hands, Jongho settled you down on his cock, now making you grind your slick folds along his thick length that was hardening even more now.

"This horny this early love?" He raised an eyebrow at you yet never stopped moving you.

"Can't help it. You left me wanting more after last night." You shyly admitted.

"Oh? Is that so? You want more. I'll give you more."

Aligning himself on your entrance, Jongho and you simultaneously hissed, you from the stretch he gave you and he from the way your walls hugged around his shaft.

"Baby, hold onto the headboard." He instructed you and you promptly obeyed with no hesitation.

"Because I'm not going easy on you. I'm starting my morning off by fucking you dumb."

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mackjlee9 · 3 years

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Corpse x Seme!Male!Reader [Smut]

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A sighed left (M/n)'s mouth as he stared up at the ceiling after checking the time on his phone, bored and annoyed. His boyfriend, who he got used to call Corpse, had been ignoring him for the past couple of days, whether it was intentional or not, he doesn't know, but it got on his nerves.

Right now, he was playing Among Us with other youtubers, and seemed to be having fun, (M/n) heard his laugh at times, which made him smile but at the same time, feel slightly jealous.

Two and a half hours had passed since he locked himself in his recording room, only getting up to got the bathroom but calling for him to get him some water. Now, it was one of those times.

"Babe!" He heard Corpse's deep voice calling out to him and he got up from the couch, pausing the movie he was watching but wasn't paying attention to. His feet took him to the closed door, opening it and peeking his head in, Corpse turned to look at him over his shoulder, pushing down his headphones, "Could you get me more water?"

(M/n) walked in and went to grab his boyfriend's water bottle right next to him, he looked up at him with his left eye and smiled, before putting his headphones back on and focusing back on the screen. The taller male walked out of the room and went to refill the bottle.

He stood there, contemplating life, asking himself how the fuck can he get Corpse's attention, and an idea popped up in his mind. It wasn't a good thing to do it, but he was desperate and in need of his cute boyfriend's attention, so he took a deep breath and prepared for what he was going to do.

(M/n) closed the already filled bottle and walked back to his boyfriend to give it back. He stepped in and closed the door behind him, Corpse glanced at him for an instant before focusing on doing a signature vent kill. He slowly walked closer, placing the bottle where he got it from and he stood there, behind the black haired male as he watched him play. It was so convenient that he wasn't recording or streaming.

He placed his arms around his shoulders, resting his chin on the crown of his head and the body was found, through the headphone he could hear the rest of the crewmates discuss the location of the body and who might be the possible killer. None of them sused Corpse obviously, he had his fellow impostor vouching for him, which made things easier for them.

No one was voted off, mainly because the votes tied, so the round continued, and (M/n) started his mischievous plan.

One of his hands started to travel down slow enough for Corpse to ignore it, until he felt how that same hand was pressing down on his crotch making him flinch.

"(M/n)... what are you doing?" Was all he could ask, feeling a shiver run down his spine as the taller male had leaned down to start pressing open mouthed kisses on the skin of his neck. (M/n) knew how sensitive Corpse's neck was, so he took advantage of that. "S-stop, babe... I'm p-playing now."

(M/n) hummed innocently, rubbing on the growing tent inside Corpse's jeans.

"I know, just ignore me, like you've been doing the past three days." Corpse's breath hitched as he felt the sneaky fingers of his boyfriend unbutton his jeans and undoing the zip, slipping inside his underwear.

He bit his lip as he felt how (M/n)'s hand began to rub up and down, stroking his length in a torturous slow pace, teasing his tip with his thumb. Corpse noticed that an emergency meeting has been called and he started to panic, feeling his body shaking with nervousness and anxiety. (M/n) noticed that and he moved next to his ear.

"If you are quiet they won't notice... you have to be a good boy, baby." Corpse closed his eyes tight, listening to his friends discuss something with one another. Toast noticed how Corpse's character had been kind of AFK so he questioned him about that.

The curly haired male felt his heart sink when he tried to think of an excuse.

"Um... (M/n) w-was sh-showing me something..." he managed to stutter out, hoping that they would believe him.

They seemed pretty much convinced with his excuse, so they all skipped vote and kept going with the game. Corpse tilted his head back, as he felt his erection throbbing, begging for realise, but (M/n) wasn't going to give him that just yet. The (h/c) haired male kept kissing and sucking on his neck, occasionally going up to his earlobe and softly bit it, tugging with his teeth on his earring.

Corpse's mind was blank, completely out of it, but for a reason totally opposite than usual. All that he could think about was, 'I want to cum,' and that's it. He didn't even tried to keep playing anymore, he was focused on the hand that was sending him to heaven, or hell for all he knew.

"(M-m/n), please... I wa-wanna c-cum-nghm~," the male just stared at his face, scanning it up and down over and over again, seeing the lusty look he had and the red on his cheeks. (M/n) bit his lip and leaned in to press a kiss against his boyfriend's soft lips.

Corpse let out a gasp as (M/n)'s hand squeezed his tip, making pre-cum ooze from his slit and wetting his hand. He was about to let him cum, when the screen darkened for an instant, before showing 'Victory' in blue letters.

As soon as they were back on the lobby, Valkyrae -his fellow imposter- asked him what happened to him, Corpse had no idea what to answer so (M/n) decided to talk in his place.

"Sorry, guys, I've been bothering Corpse so he couldn't play at the end there, I'm sorry," everyone understood and said that it was all good, before another round started. The discord call was muted once again.

"No no no, I-I can't play any-anymore... I'm not-gnh, focused r-right now..." Corpse squirmed on his chair, gripping tightly his computer mouse and letting out soft groans. Poor little Corpsey...

He got imposter again. With Sykkuno.

But even if he wasn't in a good state to keep playing, he tried his best and somehow, managed to sneak a kill before another body was reported. Corpse said where he was and everyone skipped, short with evidence.

(M/n) noticed how Corpse managed to play somehow good, so he dipped further into his plan.

He lifted his free hand up to his mouth and licked three fingers, slipping them inside his underwear and further down, gracing his entrance. Corpse's body tensed, trembling slightly as he couldn't help but whimper out loud.

"Babe, why...? Aah~ fuck, d-don't touch th-there..." he mumbled between ragged breaths, without noticing how he had killed a crewmate in front of someone else. He was instantly voted off when he couldn't say a believable excuse, and he got ejected from the ship.

(M/n) saw that as an advantage and pushed a finger inside of his boyfriend, making him wince in pain. Corpse turned towards the taller male, hiding his face on his neck, gasping and whimpering as he uncontrollably squirmed on his chair again. His teeth bit down on the soft flesh of (M/n)'s neck as he felt how his finger reached deep inside of him.

(M/n) started moving the hand on Corpse's dick again, making him moan his name as he thrusted his hips into his hand, breathing rapidly. He pushed a second finger in and started stretching him as he teased his shaft once again, pre-cum dripping in a big amount.

(M/n)'s fingers suddenly pressed on his prostate, rubbing it slowly and making his back arch, his body trembled as he moaned out loud, cumming inside his pants. Corpse was catching his breath once again, when he saw the round end, now the word 'Defeat' was displayed in red.

He thought this was it, that his boyfriend was going to leave him alone and he could play peacefully again, but little did he knew about (M/n)'s plan.

Another game started, and Corpse relaxed when the word 'Crewmate' showed up on his screen. He took a deep breath and started to do his tasks, but another finger was pushed inside of him, thrusting in and out roughly making him whimper and close his legs tightly. (M/n) growled on his ear lowly, something that made his body weak, good thing he was sitting down.

"Spread your legs, baby, I won't repeat myself." Corpse swallowed at the raspy voice of his boyfriend and he, hesitantly, obeyed. (M/n) hummed in approval when the curly haired male spread his legs open, allowing him to fuck him with his fingers.

Corpse clenched around the digits inside of him as they pressed on his prostate, making him bit down in his bottom lip so he wouldn't moan out loud. (M/n) was having fun, seeing how other crewmates walked up to Corpse's character and "danced" around him, as if trying to get his attention.

His (e/c) eyes saw how Corpse was holding tight on his mouse so he realized the pressure on his prostate, something that made the black haired male relax greatly. He must be done by now, right? He though as his eyes opened, turning to look at the screen.

He was standing in the same spot for the past minutes, nobody had killed him and nobody had called a meeting, so he assumed nothing was happening.

Taking a deep breath, he moved his character a coupe of steps, before (M/n)'s voice slipped through his headphone, echoing in the room.

Oh boy, he was in for a long night.

"Stand up, baby." He tensed up but his as he was told, grimacing at the wet and sticky feeling of his underwear.

(M/n) moved the chair back and sat down, taking his twitching erection out of his sweatpants and pulling down Corpse's jeans and underwear together, making him jump in surprised. Before he could say anything, (M/n) grabbed his hip and made him sit down on his lap, or well, that's what it seemed like.

The taller male made Corpse's hips align with his dick, the tip pressing on his stretched hole, and he lowered him on it slowly, until he was fully inside of his boyfriend.

Corpse stayed still, feeling how (M/n) was reaching inside deeper that he ever was, and stretching him to his limit. He held his breath, gasping for air as he could feel (M/n) in his stomach, filling him up more than ever.

Fortunately -or unfortunately- for him, (M/n) stayed completely still, breathing on the back of his neck and playing with his erection again. Corpse didn't knew if it was good or bad the fact that (M/n) wasn't moving, but he started to think it was a bad thing, because he could feel every inch inside of him, and every time he moved the slightest bit, his boyfriend's dick would rub against his sensitive insides. Right as he was about to do his last wire, a body was found.

His eyes went to the task bar, which was almost full, and yet, only one person was dead.

Everyone skipped and they ran around doing their tasks, before Poki stood in front Corpse, waiting for him to do his task. He panicked and with a trembling hand, he did his wires, going further into admin to do his card swipe.

As soon as he did that task, his body shook, a strangled moan getting out of him mouth.

(M/n) had started to move, thrusting inside of him as slow as he could, driving him crazy and making him whimper with need. He felt his boyfriend's fingers rub his cock at a steady pace, while the other one held his hips in place. Corpse swallowed, trying to keep doing his tasks to win the game, but it seemed impossible for him. He couldn't focus at all.

All he could think about was how badly he wanted to be bend over and fucked mercilessly by his boyfriend. He wanted to scream his name and lose his voice, completely losing his mind to the pleasure, but right now, he wasn't getting any of that, he felt so riled up and on edge, and he couldn't think about anything else.

Corpse struggled to open his map, and saw that had only two tasks left, so he attempted to do them, but thankfully, one of the imposters noticed his out-of-it behavior and killed him.

As a ghost, Corpse went instantly to do his long tasks, which were both at med-bay. He did the sample and stood in the scan.

As he did so, (M/n)'s hand had moved away from his erection and was holding onto his hips now, his thrusting starting to get faster. Corpse felt how the tip was pushing on his stomach, which made him moan out his name as he squeezed around him.

"Fuck fuck fuUccK... I-I n-need-mngh~ moreeee~, (M/n) please..." the (h/c) haired male noticed how the sample was done, so he got Corpse's attention.

"Do your last task, win the game, say you have to go and I can fuck you however you want." He whispered in a raspy voice. Corpse heard the lust and desperation on (M/n)'s voice and it made him feel better knowing that he wasn't the only one so needy for the other.

The pressed the button for the red sample and the game ended. Corpse took a deep breath as he pressed the Quit button, unmuting his discord for a moment.

"S-sorry, guys, I-I have to... go now," he muted again as he felt a moan being trapped on his throat and he heard everyone complaining about him having to leave, but they said goodbye anyways. "Go-goodbye..." he muttered and ended the call.

He took off his headphones and held himself with his desk, bouncing up and down on the big cock inside of him.

"FUCK! It feels so... gooood~, fuck me (M/n)... wreck me, fuck me as h-hard as you w-waAant-eunhg~," Corpse bit down on his lip, riding (M/n) and taking him deep inside. He lifted his shirt up to take it off and he whimpered at the sight of (M/n)'s tip pressing on his stomach, making a little bump appear.

Corpse kept moaning his name over and over, making (M/n) want to completely destroy him. He stood up from the chair, making Corpse bend on his desk and he started to thrust into him at an inhumane pace, reaching deep into his colon. Corpse's mind blanked totally, mixing moans with whimpers and screams, muttering his name like it was the only thing he could say.

(M/n) gripped his hips and lost himself in the tight and hot pleasure of his boyfriend's insides, leaning down and biting on his shoulder, leaving hickeys along his upper back as he kept fucking his brains out.

Corpse's mouth was wide open, drool dripping out the corners, his tongue slightly poking out and tears falling down his red cheeks. His mind was wrecked, he was incapable of thinking about other thing that wasn't (M/n)'s cock.

"AahH!! FuuUcck~ I... I'm g-go-gonna... cuuuum-FUCK!! (M/n)~!!" He screamed his name as he came on his chest, feeling his boyfriend riding his high, making him cum longer.

(M/n) growled when he felt Corpse clench around him, his thrusting becoming sloppy and with a last thrust, he came deep inside his cute boyfriend.

They panted as their caught their breathing. (M/n) pulled out slowly, observing how his cum was dripping out of his babe, and he almost had another erection, if it wasn't because of Corpse's painful whine.

He hurried to help him, and he sat on the chair, placing Corpse on his lap and caressing his back as he played with his curly locks, "Did I hurt you, baby?" He asked in a worried tone that made the black haired male chuckle.

"Not really... but I feel really embarrassed..." he his his face on (M/n)'s chest and squirming on top of him, whining as he felt how the warm semen inside of him started to come out even more. "Can you take a bath with me?"

"Of course," (M/n) smiled and kissed his forehead, holding him up and carrying him to the bathroom.

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nctrenjunie · 3 years

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Dance with me~ Jeno (M)

Author: Sera

Pairing: Jeno X Reader

Genre: Smut

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Comment: Happy new year everyone!!!😊🎊 I wish yall a healthy, productive and happy year and take care of yourselves! I finally stopped working so now I've got more time to concentrate on school and to write. It´s been a while since I've posted a smut so feedback is always welcomed🤗 Love you lots💜

You were mesmerized by these hips.

You were trying to observe every swift move they did as they hit every little beat that blasted out of the music box perfectly, silklike movements making him glide elegantly but overall teasingly through the practice room. The dim lights without daylight shining into the room weren’t really helping you to get your dirty thoughts out of your head as you kept analyzing his every move.

And just as you thought his deep eyes were focused on his own reflection in the big mirror, trying to perfectionate every little move, he sometimes tried to catch a glance of your reflection that would make him end up with a knowing grin. Just by looking at your face once he knew you were in for a dance, excitingly waiting for the music to end.

Meanwhilst, your unknowingly self tried to pull yourself together as his sharp and tired breathes seemed to dominate your ears more than the music itself. Your eyes were focused on the sweat droplets that made his skin shine under the weak light and you could feel yourself getting hotter. You tried to catch his focused stare that made something tingle inside of you. But the most beautiful sight you've got to see tonight, so far, was probably his big hands moving so softly over his own body making you wish for them to be your hands that were touching him right now. Ughhh you would die for this man.

Happiness rushed over you as the music came to an abrupt stop. Silence.

The only thing filling the void that seemed to be present in the practice room was his rapid pants. Both of you stayed like this for a while, to your advantage obviously, as you were able to profit from this beautiful sight. Jeno was panting, his black sportfit clenched tightly to his marmor like body and you, you were actually just here to pick him up but to your luck the other members already left and this view wasn't meant to end here.

Just as you were about to speak up Jeno interrupted you after catching his breath. You admired his gorgeous back as his head turned slightly into your direction. Facing you with a big smile that seemed to appear godly you weren't really prepared for the unholy dance with the devil you were getting into.

“Hey baby, Would you like to dance with me?”

Stretching out one of his hands towards you you took it anticipatingly. Jeno pulled you in front of him, facing the mirror as he pressed your back against his well formed abs. Fuck, you just wanted him to dick you down.

But as always, he wanted to tease you taking your neediness to his advantage. The thought of his sweaty body against your clean clothes fastily vanished away when he started to move your hips slowly. Getting rid of your shirt, the big hand on your waist felt like it was burning its pleasure into your skin. His fiery eyes met yours once in the mirror before he pulled you in a sharp movement closer to him. Both hands were now on your hips, moving them sensually in circular motion which made you feel his big boner under his sweatpants. The small breaths you reacted with satisfied him enough to lick a quick line from your collarbone almost up to your ear before he started to burn hot kisses behind your right ear.

You were about to leave out a small moan before it was rapidly replaced by a hiss as you could feel his teeth biting softly into the crook of your neck. The light pleasure Jeno was giving to you made you anticipate the real course even more meanwhile Jeno was just satisfied with teasing you and rocking your hips slowly against his, for now.

The moment your left hand moved itself down into your pants, jeno stopped your little dance abruptly. You could feel the tension rising up, unsure about his next move. In a swift move Jeno spinned you around, making you face him before he pressed you against the mirror. A wide smirk sneaked itself onto his angelic seeming face, Fuck he was gorgeous. The sucking on your skin made his lips look glossy. You were able to admire how his tongue was slightly flicking against his teeth and then there were his deep brown eyes, making you wanna fall deeper into him.

Jeno noticed your little observation session and so before a innocent smile got the chance to plaster his face he smashed his lips against yours. The way your head banged slightly against the mirror didn't seem to bother you as one of his hands opened up your pants and made its way into your underwear without wasting time. The room was now totally filled with lewd panting as both of you tried to keep your lips as long as possible connected before you had to grasp for air. The way two of his fingers were painting their way like a paintbrush over your slit made you throw your head even more against the mirror, whining out loud as his thumb worked magic against your clit. Head thrown back, mouth agape, eyes pressed closed… you looked like a goddess to him.

“You look so sexy baby, i love it when you have that expression on your face and it's all just because of me. Do you like it when I play with your pussy? Were you thinking about that when you watched me dance? Yes baby, were you thinking about me sticking my long ass fingers into your tight little hole?”

His words turned you on so much your moans were at this point unstoppable. Just as you wanted to grasp for air, Jeno pumped two of his fingers into your pussy, leaving a content growl as he heard you scream out loud from the extensive pleasure. Jeno was enjoying himself enough just by watching you pant and moan out but he didn't complain as you moved your hand down into his sweatpants to take out his already hard dick. He hissed when he felt your nail slowly gliding over the tip of his dick, precum dripping down your hand onto the dancefloor. Starting to press rough kisses against your skin again you panted out loud when he added a third finger, pumping them slowly into you. The other hand that wasn't busy with moving up and down jenos shaft went straight up into your hair trying to cope with the excessive pleasure Jeno was giving you.

“Will my baby girl cum for me now? Let it go Y/N, cum on my fingers like my little slut.”

His words were the end of you as you felt your release coming over you like a tidal wave. Jeno was pleased with the sight, admiring the effect he had on you before pulling his fingers out of your pussy and liking them clean. A content smile plastered itself onto his lips as he bucked his hips into your tired hand. But following another goal, he carried your tired form onto the floor. Getting rid of his clothes he pulled down your pants before carefully sliding your underwear away from your entrance. Laying tiredly on the floor, jeno seated behind you on his knees, aligned his cock skillfully before your entrance. His hands were gripping around your hips as he inserted the tip of his cock inside you. You whined needy as you could formly feel his smirk whilst he pulled himself out again, gliding his cock over your slit.

Just when you were about to lose hope about getting dicked down because of his endless teasing, Jenos hand moved down to the back of your neck. You could feel his hot breath against your ear and his body pressed against yours.

“Would you like to find out what else these hips can do beside dancing? I’m gonna fuck your so hard Y/N so you can find it out on your own.”

Jenos whispering voice was finally interrupted by both of your loud pants as he rammed his dick inside of you without a break. Jeno pumped himself in and out of your tight pussy as he could already feel your walls clench around his dick. Pulling his hand into your hair you could feel his hips slapping against you and the way his other hand held a tight grip onto your hip to keep you in place. Your fingernails were already trying to find some kind of escape from the neverending pleasure by scratching the floor. Jeno was never stopping, now grasping at your shoulder for a better halt to pound even deeper into your pussy. Knowing that he'll cum soon his hand moved onto your neck with a tight grasp pulling you onto your knees against himself.

“Fuck Jeno….I I can’t hold it anymo….”

You couldn't really talk with jenos hand choking you slightly and the way his cock was now hitting you even deeper from this new angle. You felt your high rushing over you, clenching your walls around jenos shaft as your eyes rolled back automatically, overwhelmed by this pleasure. Jenos pounds became slower but stronger, feeling him ramm into you with every breath.

“Oh baby I’m about to cum, fuck ”

Pounding into you one last time Jeno came into you as you could feel your pussy become warm by his cum painting your insides. The room was filled by your loud pants as he pulled out of you, admiring his cum slowly dripping out of your pussy. Laying next to your tired body he sneaked himself a small kiss on your cheek.

“We should dance together more often baby.”

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wonderwomanfantasy · 4 years

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kinktober day 26

Corruption w/ Shinsou

masterlist

I’ve saved the best for last so I hope you all have fun with the last week of Kinktober

warnings: Dubcon, rough sex, virginity kink, oral, drinking, work place harrasment, Crying, power play, breeding kink. Mean Hitsohi.

word count: 1,400(about)

Summary: Shinsou has taken a shine to his new secretary, and after a few shots of liquid courage he claims his cute little kitten.

Working as Shinsou’s secretary wasn’t all that bad of a job. He was easy to please and he didn’t ask too much of you, and he was always polite when he interacted with you. With one notable exception.

Shinsou was the perfect boss, except when he drank a little too much. Office parties or dinner meetings whenever he was offered a glass of wine really, he turned into a completely different person. Louder, always smiling and a lot touchier. If you had been just a little more savvy you would have recognised his behavior for what it was. But never the less you brushed off the multiple times he had grabbed your ass while tippsy as just a slip of the hand.

“Come here,” Shinsou drunkenly slurred pulling you by the hips towards his lap. you let him, not sure what else you could do. you perched lightly on his knee while his large hands circled your hips.

“You’re so soft I should touch you more often,” Shinsou purred low enough that only you could hear. His hands traveled forward rubbing down the side of your tighs.

“you do know that other people are looking at us right?” you asked squirming uncomfortably on his lap.

“Are you asking to go somewhere private? Naughty kitty,” he laughed

“N-No that’s not what I’m saying,” you stammered, pushing against his chest. He didn’t seem to hear, or feel, you He smirked at your blushing face.

“Why don’t you go to my office that way no one watches while you get dirty,” he snarked letting go of your legs and sending you off his lap. you flushed looking around the room at everyone who had witnessed the ordeal. You were not going to go to his office you were not going to let him grab you like that.

Yet, you were waiting patiently at his desk waiting for him to burst in, which he did, his hungry purple eyes locking on you the second he was in the room.

“do you need something sir?” you asked timidly.

“I need you to bend over that desk and spread your legs,” he slurred instantly your face went ten different shades of red.

“Hitoshi!” you yelped.

“Come on don’t play coy- you know I can feel your emotions right? I can feel how turned on you get when you see me, when I grab you,” He taunted creeping closer to you. it was true that you were somewhat attracted to your boss but there was no way he could really know that. even if he did have better access to your mind than the average person. He pounced, your back hit the desk as he pinned you to the front.

“W-We can’t.” you whimpered, his hands were back on your hips.

“why not? I want you and I can feel how much you want me,” he purred. There was a thousand reasons why you couldn’t, but only one jumped to your mind

“I’ve n-never had sex before ,” you squeaked which seemed to freeze him.

Shinsou’s mind was reeling, How had no one managed to fuck you in the twenty-seven years you had been alive? it didn’t really matter, because he was going to do so now. He laughed and his gaze softened.

“I’ll show you what you’ve been missing baby girl,” he promised pushing you down on the desk. If his prick wasn’t rock solid before he sure was now. He would be the first to eat you out, to taint your soft doughy pussy. Shinsou needed you, now.

“do you like it when I touch you like this?” he breathed his hands ghosting up from your stoumach to your breasts

“yes,” you whimpered and suddenly you were under his spell.

“What do you want? Be honest,” he commanded. your voice floated out in the distance it didn’t sound like you but it was your words floating into the air.

“I want you to fuck me until I cry,” your mind cleared and you suddenly flushed realizing what you had asked him to do. Shinsou grinned wickedly hiking your pencil skirt up to your hips and pushed your legs wide open.

“Until you cry huh? Here I thought you’d want me to be gentle,” he growled yanking your underwear down your legs before attaching his mouth to your cunt.

It was all moving too fast. your head was spinning but you couldn’t seem to ask him to slow down or stop. His tongue dipped into your hole and he sucked on the tender flesh making your hips buck.

“so sensitive kitty, so fucking wet,” he purred lapping at your folds. “do you like it kitty? do you like Sir sucking on your cunny?”

“y-yes,” you gulped. he continued to nurse on your sex until you came, which took an embarrassingly short amount of time. Shinsou licked his lips standing between your still spread legs.

“Is that the first time someone else had made you cum?” He asked undoing his belt. you dodded sheepishly your eyes fixed on his crotch. you could see his prominent bulge even through the dark slacks. you watched as he slowly pulled out his full cock, heavy and long in his hand. you gulped as you admired it as he slowly palmed himself.

“get on your knees kitty,” he commanded,

“Why?” you asked nervously. obviously, you knew what he wanted but you weren’t sure you could take it in your mouth.

“It’s only fair, come on kitty,” he snapped his fingers making you jump. awkwardly you knelt and took his cock in your hand. He grabbed you by the back of your head pushing your face against his prick. you were surprised how soft the skin was.

“give it a kiss,” he commanded. you looked up at him and pressed your mouth along the shaft until you reached the pink head, this was the most sensitive part of the cock right? you let your tongue peek out and run along the salty skin.

“Fuck,” he cursed, his hips bucked against your face. He fisted his hand in your hair jerking you roughly to your feet before bending you back over his desk

“I’ll teach you how to suck cock some other time kitten, I need to stretch your pussy out, now,” he growled. thumbing over your folds before spreading them with his hand. His fingers were big, much bigger than yours, you yelped again feeling two of them push and scisor inside of you.

“Such a warm little cunt,” he hummed approvingly. “tight too, tell me princess do you think my cock is going to make this little pussy bleed once it’s inside of you?” he purred. it was hard to form words when your brain was so clouded over with lust.

“I-I don’t want to bleed,” you whimpered, fearing he would laugh at the innocent request. popping the chairy was a normal part of sex right? it had happened to all of your friends, still you couldn’t help but fear it.

Hitoshi did laugh, “ah sweet girl, Don’t worry I’ll streach you out nice and good so this big cock will fit in nice and easy,” he assured, his fingers still working on your insides.

“Is my cock the first one you've ever seen?” he asked.

“n-no I’ve seen e-em in movies,” you admitted.

“Oh? you watch porn do you dirty kitty?” he teased he he leaned down and pressed his chest to your back so he could whisper in your ear.

“what do you watch while you touch this innocent little pussy?” he asked feeling your walls flutter at the words. your mind was reeling and it felt like you were coming close to your second orgasum. but you could tease him right? He had done nothing but bully you.

“I like the ones where the s-slutty secratery f-fucks her boss,” you whispered. his fingers pulled out of you in a flash and he flipped you over so you were looking up at him. his eyes were glowing with anger, and something else, lust? clearly you had hit a nerve.

“you really are a slut huh?” He nudged your legs open aligning his hips with yours. He rutted his cock against your dripping cunt a few times before pushing into you.

You yelped and clamped down halting his progress into you. “Come on Kitten Relax and I’ll make you feel good,” he purred reaching between your legs and stroking your clit.

“Good kitty,” he purred bottoming out inside of you. “Feel that baby, feel how your pussy is taking the shape of my cock, molding around me like that,” he grunted.

“S-Shinsou,” His cock stretched you painfully, your whole body was tense, and tears pooled in your eyes. He placed his hand on your stomach and pressed down lightly.

“feel me here kitty?” he asked. and you nodded, you could feel him press right up against your cervix. it was then you realized he had slid into you bare.

“fuck- Shinsou condom!” you yelped. he seemed to understand you half formed words and shushed you. pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to the crown of your head.

“let me worry about that kitty, you just sit back and feel good okay?”

Shinsou was losing his mind your virgin cunt was so impossibly tight around him, your velvet walls fluttering around his cock made him light-headed. He had wanted to take you the moment you started working for him but only now was he realized he should have bent his cute little secretary over way sooner.

He started moving slowly, he made sure to push back into you fully, the head of his cock kissing your womb with each thrust.

“oh- Fuck fuck, Shinsou,” you moaned, gripping the lappels of his rumpled suit jacket.

“You like this? You like being a dirty little kitten, a fucking cum dump for your boss?” he growled, his dirty words making your cunt clamp tighter around him.

“Fuck I’m going to cum,” he warned, a similar knot of pleasure was building in your own stomach, you had gotten so close on his fingers, you were going to cum any second. you felt kind of dirty losing your virginity on an office desk with your boss but his cock felt so good pulsing inside of you the shame didn’t run deep.

“Beg for my cum kitten I want you to hear how bad you want me,” he grunted.

“please S-Shinsou cum in me,” you whimpered

“Naughty girl, did you forget that I wasn’t wearing a condom? you want me to fuck a baby into you?” he growled and your eyes went wide.

“I- uhm-,” words failed you. your mind was blank, and you seemed to have lost all control of your hips as the raised to meet his pelvis.

“Dirty bitch,” his finger was fast against your clit as he brought you both to orgasm. You displved around him as you came a second time, and before you could even worry about his cum and where it would land, you felt the hot semem land acros your cheek. you were quick to close your eyes as he finished on your face.

Your body was shaking, the tears clouding your eyes finally spilled over onto your cheeks smudging your makeup.

“Damn kitty I thought I'd have to fuck you a few more times for you to cry,” Shinsou snickered whipping away the tears, and a bit of his cum with his thumb. Hitoshi slid his soft cock back inside of you and started humping your pussy he was hard again.

“don’t think that means I’m going to stop, no no I’m going to fuck you until you’re a perfect little whore, Kitty,” he purred nipping at the flesh of your neck and you knew those weren’t the last tears you would be crying tonight.

#Shinsou #shinsou hitoshi #bnha shinsou #shinsou x reader #imagine shinsou #shinsou x reader smut #kinktober 2020 #kinktober #my hero academia #my hero acadamy #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia head cannon #dubcon

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doublekrecs · 4 years

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More than Friends

Spencer Reid x Reader

Synopsis: You and Spencer have gotten closer after that night of studying, pizza, and a little more. But could there be more growing between the two of you than just sex?

Warnings: smut, oral sex (female receiving), p in v action, risky pictures, fluffy ending!

a/n: Uh oh the feelings train has arrived at the station. Nothing sad I promise. I'm glad you guys liked the first installment and I’m excited to be writing my first mini series. As alway enjoy!

Part 1

It was almost spring break, you and Spencer had been going at it like bunny rabbits since January. Speaking of which, that's what you were doing at the moment. You had helped him gain a little more confidence in himself through the ‘lessons’ which were more you both just trying new things you haven't done before and ruining every piece of furniture in your dorms.

Ever since you taught Spencer how to properly eat you out he’s been feasting on you like his last meal. He’s taken his time to learn what you like and dislike, paying attention to what moves have you gasping and moaning little louder. You were currently spread out on the bathroom counter. Flowy sundress scrunched around your waist as he was on his knees drinking you up like water in the desert.

One of your hands was tugging at his hair causing him to moan in your heat, bringing you more pleasure. His right hand was pumping two fingers inside you, curling to reach the spot that made you whimper. The other hand was holding your thigh open to stop it from closing around his head. Even though he’d love nothing more than to die between your legs.

“Fuck Spence I’m so close baby,” you mewled grinding your hips on his face. His lips wrapped around your clit and fingers sped up their pace, making your orgasm wash over you. He slowed down slightly to help bring you down slowly. Feeling too sensitive you stopped his hand and pulled him up for a deep kiss. Moaning at the taste of him and yourself on his lips.

He pulled away and you chased his slips slightly placing another quick kiss.

“Well that was one hell of a greeting,” you giggled, stepping down to fix yourself up in the mirror.

His arms instantly wrapped around you, chin resting on your head. “Yeah well I like dessert before dinner sometimes,” he said smirking.

You pushed him off before reaching for your makeup bag to add some finishing touches. “Well if you plan on actually going to dinner then leave me alone so I can get ready,” you said playfully scolding and pointing a mascara wand at him.

He raised his arms in surrender and turned to wait on the couch. Picking up one of the many spare books he left at your place.

To say you guys had gotten close was an understatement. He had honestly turned into your best friend and you guys spent a lot more time together. There were many sleepless nights spent at each other's dorms and not just for sexy times. You stayed up learning everything about one another. Childhood memories to favorite films and biggest fears. He told you about his mom and his life growing up. Then you told him about yours, both shedding a few tears. That night as you fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms you knew it was different.

There wasn’t much said about your growing closeness but it was mutually accepted and welcomed. Petnames grew outside of the bedroom. It was normal for you guys to slip a “babe” or “sweetheart” somewhere in conversation. Same with holding hands, Spencer had mentioned he had a thing with germs but he made an exception for you and always found comfort in holding your hand when walking down the street or being cuddled up on the couch.

Even your professor had noticed. Besides noticing the improvement in your grade due to the study sessions you'd been having with his trusty TA, the older man would smile when he saw you guys interacting. Either when you'd first enter class with two coffees in your hand, one for Spencer which would usually have post-it on the lid with a physics fact he obviously already knew. Or when you guys would leave together, he would hold your books in one arm and hold your hand with the other.

The outing for tonight was to some new restaurant that opened up downtown. He opened the door for you and walked with his hand on your lower back as the hostess led you to a table. Completely ignoring you she kept her gaze on Spencer, practically the embodiment of the heart eyes emoji. He didn't seem to notice as he kept a polite smile until she walked off to bring you some waters.

"I wonder if she noticed you're not dining alone?" you said looking up from your menu.

"What do you mean?" he said looking confused.

You sighed, "Spence she was practically giving you the 'fuck me' eyes in front of me."

His eyes widened at the realization before clearing his throat and leaning in to whisper, "Obviously I didn't notice they don't work as good as yours."

He comically winked which caused you to giggle just as the hostess was returning with the waters. Spencer took your hand in his rubbing this thumb over your knuckles before saying, "I think we're ready to order. Right babe?"

That sly dog. You nodded and proceded to set your orders with a now pissed off worker, biting your cheek not to laugh at the bitter look on her face. Conversation flowed like normal after a different server brought out your meals.

"So are you going to see your mom for spring break?"

He perked up at the thought before diving into his last conversation with his mother. He had told her a little about your relationship and sent her a polaroid of you he took while you guys went bowling. He mentioned she was doing really well this month and it was a perfect time for him to visit.

"She says she'd want to meet you someday," he said with a little tint of pink on his cheeks.

"From what I’ve heard she sounds so lovely. You better tell her that I'm expecting a book full of embarrassing baby pictures."

You both laughed at the thought before Spencer asked what your plans for the break were.

"I'm uh not going anywhere. My family is a lot more focused on my older siblings since they're married and have kids to take back home and visit," you said playing with the rice on your plate.

"Well there's a few days before break starts so I say we make the most of them together before I leave," he said with a large smile.

You nodded and carried on with dinner. Afterwards you guys went on a walk through the park across campus before picking up some ice cream and making your way back to his place.

Watching a movie on the couch quickly turned into a heated makeout session. Spencer now let his hands wander freely. Slipping under your dress to rub small circles on your ribs then running down to squeeze your behind. His lips traveled to your neck as he sucked faint marks and bit the skin. You let out moans at the feeling of his lips and growing erection grinding against your warm center.

Your hand was at the nape of his neck playing with the hair that had gotten longer giving slight tugs. He pulled away and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before sitting up on his knees.

You got up on your elbows before asking, "What's that big brain of yours thinking of?"

"I want to try something new."

"Alright I'm all ears Spence."

He took a deep breath before spilling what he was thinking, "Would it be weird to um take pictures.."

You looked at him confused since you were sure the flip phone he carried around didn't have the best quality. He reached for his bag and pulled out his polaroid camera before he continued, "I'm uh gonna miss you when I leave, even though it's just for a week. And you always look really pretty when we do stuff."

"I'm sure I look like a dream, all sweaty and gross," you snorted. "But thank you Spencer," you smiled, "I'm ok with it as long as they're for your eyes only."

He crossed his heart and leaned back in to kiss you before pushing down the straps of your sundress. He moved away so you could push it down your legs, leaving you braless with just a pair of back undies with a lace trim. You would have worn a better set had you known about the impromptu photoshoot.

He took a few pictures of you with your hands on your breasts. He had you sit in his lap while he shot some with one of his hands right on your ribs. And some of you spread out on the couch giving the camera lust filled eyes. That was until you both got antsy and sped into his bedroom. The camera was placed on his bedside counter and instantly forgotten with the new mission of him grabbing a condom. You laid back on the soft pillows as you watched him pump himself to hardness and slip it on.

He crawled on the bed and made his place between your legs. You then reached over and grabbed the camera to snap a picture of your own, "Keep going."

He aligned himself with your center and pushed in a little. The stretch always making both of you gasp. Just then he heard a *click*. Out came a tiny photograph of the place where you were both connected. Setting the camera down in its place, Spencer took it as a signal to start moving.

He leaned down so he was resting on his elbows. The close contact had you looking deep into each other's eyes. Big brown eyes were dark, just a ring of the color you loved so much visible. Your arms were wrapped under his clawing at his back. He hissed at the feeling and started to thrust into you quicker.

Your head fell back in pleasure as your moans got louder. He was buried into the crook of your neck, you could hear and feel his heavy breathing on your shoulder. Your arms untangled from behind him as you placed your hands on his face to bring his lips to yours. It was deep and rough but there was a hint of something more there. Need? Passion?

You pulled away for air but stayed close enough that you shared the same breath. He didn't let up on his pace. You could feel every inch inside of you hitting spots you'd never felt before. He could feel your walls clenching around him signaling your incoming release.

"I'm not gonna last much longer Y/n. I need you to cum for me sweetheart." His hand went down to rub quick circles on your clit.

"Ah Spence I'm cumming," you gasped out connecting your lips together.

His thrusts started faltering and you felt him spill into the condom. You disconnected from the kiss as he fell on the bed next to you. He went to discard the condom and came back to wrap you in his arms.

Your head was resting on his chest as you traced little shapes with your fingers. You both shared the comfortable silence before he spoke up.

"Hey I was thinking, what if you came with me to Vegas," his hand was rubbing comforting circles on your back but you stopped with your shapes.

"I.. Spencer are you sure?", you asked sitting up to look at him.

"Yeah why not. I don't want to leave you here alone. But maybe I can introduce you to my mom," he cleared his throat, "as my girlfriend."

You sat there in a little shock and he started to ramble, "Or maybe not. It was a dumb idea. Just ignore what I said-"

You cut him off by wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a huge kiss. "I'd love to go! And I'd love nothing more than to be your girlfriend, genius."

You both laid back down but he quickly grabbed the camera and turned it around to face the two of you. You pressed your lips to his cheek and he put on a bright smile for the camera to capture. The little piece of film came out and you both looked like you were glowing, with more than just the fuzzy feeling after sex.

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downondilaudid · 4 years

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Harmless Flirting

Reader gets jealous when a coworker gets a little too touchy with Spencer. Reader takes it into her own hands to show him who he belongs to.

Requested: Yes

Prompts: None

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Smut, and SLIGHT angst. Bear with me this is my first time writing Sub!Spencer

“You can only be jealous of someone who has something you think you ought to have yourself.”

― Margaret Atwood

The sight of Samantha hanging all over Spencer made your stomach burn with jealousy, like the shiny new wedding band on his left hand wasn't obvious enough. Usually, you wouldn’t be so bothered by another female flirting with Spencer, he was a smart boy, and would politely decline their advances. But this time was different, he allowed her advances, and subtle touches to his bicep while delivering coffee. Samantha was a newly hired intern, she wasn’t exactly fit for the job, but her father was chief of the department, and that speaks for itself.

You would be lying if you said Samantha wasn’t pretty, in fact, she was almost gorgeous. It wasn’t her beauty that intimidated you, it was the fact that Spencer allowed her flirting, whether he didn’t notice, or was trying to be professional. It was absolutely infuriating.

Your eyes followed Samantha as she held a paper cup full of warm coffee, prancing her way into the room where the BAU had set up. You worked for the SVU, a career choice Spencer had pushed you to try. He thought your compassion and motivation to help others would be perfect for the job, and as always, he was right. You loved your job, it allowed you to make a difference in the world, even if it was one family at a time. Rarely did your job overlap with Spencer’s, but, when it did, the both you swore to keep things professional.

Granted, it was hard to be professional watching Samantha lean over the table, practically suffocating Spencer with her breasts. You scoffed, crossing your arms and shifting your weight uncomfortably. You weren’t going to say anything, there were more important things to worry about, like the string of missing little girls, who turned up a day or so later, their bodies mangled and burned.

Samantha set the coffee down on the table, you assumed she had gotten it for Spencer. On the bright side, he was definitely uncomfortable, he pressed his back far into the chair, putting as much space as possible between him and Samantha. Spencer continued to work, his eyes vigorously scanning a hot pink diary of one of the victims.

Despite how visibly unavailable he was, Samantha continued to lean over the table, trying her hardest to gain Spencer’s attention. Spencer finally responded, saying something you couldn’t understand from your distance. Samantha giggled, smacking her hand against the table in a fit of laughter. Spencer yelped as the coffee Samantha had brought him tipped over into his lap. Samantha’s eyes went wide, rushing around the room to grab some tissues, then running back and very inappropriately patting his lap.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t even looking, this is totally my fault.” She said, hands still pressing against his thighs.

Spencer attempted to stand up, only to be pushed back down by Samantha, “Y-you don’t need to do that, it’s f-fine, s-seriously.” He croaked, his hands feebly trying to push Samantha away.

If you weren’t pissed five minutes ago, you were totally pissed now. You stomped into the room, your heels clicking against the floor. Your hand wrapped around Samantha’s arm tugging her off of Spencer, “you’ve done enough, Samantha, don’t make it worse.” You spat, releasing her arm and narrowing your eyes at her.

Spencer stood, his hands wiping his slacks, “it’s fine, Y/N, really.”

“No it’s not! I totally spilled hot coffee all over you like an idiot!” Samantha cried, attempting to move forward to help dry Spencer off again.

“Samantha, you’re not even supposed to be working today. What the hell are you doing?” You snapped. Usually you were never this rude to Samantha, she was a sweet girl, but right now, she was testing you. She was practically giving Spencer a handjob when he was obviously uncomfortable and married!

Her head turned to you, eyes widened like a deer in the headlights. “Um, well, I-I thought you guys could use some help.”

You sighed, trying to hold back your obvious anger, “We’ll call you if we need you, for now just go home, okay?” You softened your voice, trying to sympathize with the embarrassed girl.

She nodded her head, rushing out of the room to grab her things.

“It was just coffee, Y/N, it’s not that big of a deal.” Spencer defended, taking the tissues Samantha was using and attempting to pat himself dry.

You scoffed, an incredulous look dawning your face, “you’re fucking kidding right?”

Spencer huffed, tossing the dirty tissues onto the table, “we're on a case Y/N, be professional.”

“Professional, you’re telling me to be professional? That bitch had her hands all over your dick!” You yelled, quickly covering your mouth. He was right, this argument could wait, those little girls were depending on you.

The case ended that night, even with your head clouded by anger, you were able to figure it out.

You and Spencer had driven separate cars, and fortunately, you arrived home first. Immediately, you set your plan into action, stripping your clothes off and taking a quick shower. As soon as you dried off, you began blow-drying your hair.

Spencer needed to be put in his place, he needed a reminder of who he belonged to, and you knew exactly how to do that. You searched through your bottom drawer where you kept your lingerie, yes, you had your own drawer for that. Honestly, might as well have a separate closet for it, Spencer loved it when you wore lingerie.

This is why you stood in front of your wooden full-length mirror, glancing over your appearance, adorned in a black lace falbala. Accented by multiple golden rings on your fingers, one of which included your wedding ring.

Right as you finished admiring yourself, the faint sound of a door closing rang through the house. A sly smile curled your lips as you exited your bedroom, quietly making your way down the hall.

You rounded the corner, met with the sight of a pant less Spencer, his dress shirt unbuttoned. He probably shed his coffee-stained pants the minute he walked through the door since there was no time to change during the case, he was forced to wear them for the rest of the day. He hadn’t noticed you yet, busying himself by popping a k-cup into the Keurig.

“You’re home” you commented, making your presence in the room known.

His head snapped up, his eyes widening at your appearance, “woah, y-you look good.”

You let out a velvety laugh, walking around the kitchen bar and to where he was standing. “You really pissed me off today.” Spencer groaned turning to you with an annoyed look, “Y/N, you’re overreacting, it was just harmless flirting.”

Rage bubbled through your veins, that bitch was all over him. She literally patted his dick, his dick! Did he not see anything wrong with that? “It was not harmless flirting, Spencer, she was practically hopping on your dick!”

“She was not… a-actually it’s relatively impossible for a woman to be able to literally jump onto a man’s p-woah” He was cut off from his unnecessary explanation by your hand on his chest, pushing him back, pinning his body between your own and the cool granite counter.

Warmth spread to your core as his teeth dug down into his bottom lip. “You’re very mouthy tonight, baby” you mumbled as you laid soft kisses to his neck.

Spencer let out a slight whimper as you nipped lightly at his collarbone. Your hands ran up his chest, pushing the sleeves of his dress shirt down his arms and to the floor. You pulled away, your eyes bearing into his, lips parting with a low moan as you ran your thumb over his bottom lip. “You have such pretty lips” your thoughts wandered as you stared at him, a light chuckle rumbling in your chest as you spoke, “you really are a pretty boy.”

Your thumb pushed past Spencer’s lips, his eyes widening at the intrusion, but his mouth eagerly sucking on it, allowing his tongue to swirl around it. “Hmm… your lips would look a lot better wrapped around something else. Get on your knees.” Your voice was strong and as smooth as silk.

Spencer was relatively quiet when he was in a submissive mood, as opposed to when he was dominant he was rather loud. You didn’t mind it, but sometimes, you needed to hear him, it was your reassurance that he wanted this, that he wanted you.

He fell to his knees, his head perfectly aligned with your center. “Not much to say now, baby?” You ran the tips of your fingertips over his bare shoulder, watching as goosebumps appeared on his skin. You ran them up the side of his neck, sneaking around to the back of his head to tug sharply at his roots.

He yelped, his hands shooting up to rest against your thighs to steady himself. “Use your words, pretty boy.”

“Yes” he groaned as you tightened your grip in his hair, and his brows furrowed slightly. You hummed in approval, releasing your hold on his hair, causing his head to fall forward, and his chest to heave with an unreleased breath. You presented your left hand to his face, your perfectly manicured nails shimmering in the faint kitchen light. “I think you know what to do, sweetheart.”

Spencer moved his head forward placing a light kiss to your wedding ring, then moving to pull back. Immediately your hand met the back of his head, immobilizing him. “Ah, ah, you’re not done yet.” You taunted, a smirk on your face. There was nothing better than seeing your man on his knees in front of you.

His lips found your ring once more, this time, wrapping around the sizeable diamond that perched on top of the band. You watched as his cheeks hollowed, lightly sucking on the jewel. “Good boy,” you praised, pushing some of his chocolate curls out of his face.

“That’s enough” you stated, pulling your hand away from his face. “I want your mouth somewhere else.” You pulled up the frilled fabric of the lingerie with one hand, using the other to slide the little black panties down your legs.

Spencer’s tongue darted out, running over his bottom lip, “please” his voice was soft and low as he begged.

You chuckled before lifting one of your legs to rest on his shoulder, your hand braced against the counter to steady yourself. “Go ahead, baby.”

Immediately Spencer brought his head forward, his tongue flicking out to kitten lick at your clit. A light groan left your mouth, “fuck, there you go.” Your encouragement seemed to inspire Spencer as his delicate licks switched to sweet suckling as he wrapped his lips around you. Your eyes fluttered shut, it was so easy for you to get lost in the pleasure. It was no secret Spencer had amazing lips, but they were even better working hard against your cunt.

“Shit” you cried out, Spencer’s tongue swirled around, his darkened eyes staring up at you. Your hips rocked lightly into his face, your body craving the sweet bliss of an orgasm. The tension in your stomach began to build, Spencer sensed this, his cheeks hollowing more as he sucked harder, the tip of his tongue running over your clit.

Every muscle in your body seemed to tense as your orgasm overtook you, a loud moan of Spencer’s name leaving your mouth. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, and your chest heaved for air. Nothing on earth could compare to the feeling of coming undone on Spencer’s tongue, you almost liked it more than his cock, almost.

Spencer pulled back as your eyes fluttered open, greeted with the sight of him on his knees, his chin slick with your arousal. “God, you’re so good with your mouth” you stated, causing the both of you to let out a laugh.

“M’kay lay down,” you said, motioning to the cold kitchen tile.

His eyes rounded and a red flush covered his face, “what? O-on the kitchen floor?” He stumbled over his words, clearly surprised at your demand.

Your soft demeanor vanished at his question, your voice hardening with authority, “did I stutter?”

He shook his head, quickly moving from his position on his knees to laying flat on his back, hissing as the cool tile sent goosebumps down his body. “Such an obedient boy” you grinned, falling to your knees as gracefully as you could.

“Let’s get these off” your hands wrapped around the hem of his underwear, nails scratching lightly against his skin as you pulled them down. His cock sprung free, the head slick with precum.

He let out a strangled moan as you wrapped your hand around his cock, your thumb running lightly over the head. “Y/N” he groaned, squirming lightly in your touch.

But you didn’t want to give him what he wanted just yet, you wanted to hear him beg for you. “How bad do you want it, Spence? How bad do you want me to fuck you?”

“Please, please, Y/N?” He begged, his brows furrowing as he whined when your warm hand left his cock.

“Who do you belong to, baby?” You asked, moving to straddle his waist.

A gasp left his mouth, and you almost gave in at the mere sight of him. His body covered in a layer of sweat, hair tousled, and his lips red and swollen. Instead you began lightly grinding into him, your arms outstretched, braced on either side of his head.

His hips bucked greedily to meet yours, before muttering out “yours, I’m yours Y/N!”

Your response came in the form of a sudden jerk as you allowed yourself to sink down onto his cock, the both of you groaning in the process. Your hips set a frantic pace, knowing neither of you would last long. “That’s right” you moaned, leaning forward slightly to work your hips faster. “You’re mine, mine only.”

Spencer’s head lifted from the tile, his neck straining to watch his cock disappear into your cunt. Your hand met his neck, pushing his head lightly back onto the tile. You leaned in closer, your hot breath fanning over his face, “you want me to kiss you?”

He moaned, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. At that moment you wished you could take a picture so you could freeze the image in time. Spencer was so fucking beautiful, especially when he was a moaning mess under you. “Y-yes” he stuttered, his hips bucking up to meet yours.

You granted him his wish, your lips finally meeting. He was close, you could feel it, as were you. You couldn’t wait to see him unravel under you. The two of you swallowed each other's moans, both of you chasing your orgasms like animals. You pulled back to speak before capturing his lips again, “cum, cum for me. Samantha couldn’t make you feel this good, could she?”

It was the last words you were able to force out before you were thrown headfirst into your orgasm, trembling on top of Spencer. The feeling of your walls tightening and releasing around him sent Spencer into his own orgasm, groaning into your mouth.

Spencer had a point, it was harmless flirting, only because you knew Spencer only had eyes for you. But you would never pass up an opportunity to ride Spencer like there was no tomorrow.

You pulled off Spencer, and instead of crawling off of his waist you laid down, resting your head against his chest. His heart was still pounding rapidly, and yours was too, both of you still recovering.

“Sorry” you giggled, the realization hitting you that you had just ridden Spencer on the gross kitchen floor.

He laughed, the vibrations rumbling through his chest, “yeah, maybe next time we should try and make it to the bed.” His hands ran up and down your back, lazily playing with the lace of your lingerie, “I’m sorry about Samantha, I-I should’ve said something to her.”

You nuzzled your face in his neck, enjoying the feeling of his skin against yours. “It’s not your fault she’s stupid.”

“There’s nothing to be jealous about, baby. I only love you.” He laughed.

A lovesick smile made its way to your face as you spoke, “and I you. But you can’t deny, you love it when I’m jealous!”

Spencer pushed off his arms, into a sitting position, taking you with him. “Only because I love it when you get all egotistical and dominant.”

You scoffed playfully, pulling your head back to glare at him. “Excuse me, sir? Egotistical?”

“Okay, we’ll use the word confident instead.” Spencer corrected his lovesick smile reflecting your own.

“You want to take a shower then crash on the couch and watch Doctor Who? I’ve been aching to watch the god complex again.” You offered, stretching out your muscles before either of you moved.

Spencer chuckled, tilting his head up to peck your lips, “sounds perfect.”

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moreidsdaughter · 3 years

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spencer reid fluff alphabet

summary: a fluff alphabet that took way to long....

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1637

a/n: wowowowow i'm not dropping something out of nowhere...

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

spencer loves the way you put dedication into the things you do, whether it’s writing, reading, your job, staring at the television, watching your favorite show while being curled up on the couch or taking care of things around the house.

what do you find attractive about spencer? many things obviously, but his mind definitely is at the top of the list. You adore his mind, you adore the way he can ramble for days at a time. if you need him to be quiet, you hug him or plant a soft kiss on his lips.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

yes, for sure. you know that spencer would be a great dad, especially because of the way he is with kids. however, he wants to have one when he feels it’s safe. safe meaning not working at the bau. at the same time, he knows that he can’t protect his child from the world, so what’s stopping him?

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

spencer loves cuddling facing you with one of his arms securely wrapped around your waist. He pulls you as close to him as possible and lays your head on his shoulder. He nuzzles his head into your head and takes in the smell of your shampoo. then he places a light kiss on your head

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

spencer prefers to stay in and order takeout and watch movies, or read to you on the balcony. he tries to do these things with you once a week, but his job can get in the way. in spencers’ mind, as long as you’re doing something together, he’s happy.

when you and spencer do get out, you like to go on coffee dates or picnics. You two normally choose food and drinks. then you lay it all out on a blanket in a park. On coffee dates, you and spencer share your thoughts on different topics. spencer normally brings up books and you normally bring up current events and pop culture.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

“you’re my home.” spencer whispered, his hands grabbing yours. you took a second to process his words. “you are the reason i keep going. you're the only person i feel truly comfortable around without any judgment. when i’m with you, i’m at peace with myself and i’ve never felt that way in my life.” he took a gentle breath. “when i’m with you i feel at home and even though it doesn’t make sense, you've told me that it doesn’t have to. none of this has to make sense because i’m in love”

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

spencer knew that he was in love when you started repeating facts that he said to your friends. one time you had been at a birthday party and you said “more people celebrate their birthdays in august than in any other month. about nine percent of all the people on earth have august birthdays.” you giggles after rambling. spencer looked at you with a smile, he couldn’t wait to hug you.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

spencer is the most gentle human being on the planet. he’s always patient and careful with you, he has one of the softest souls you’ve ever come across. he loves being gentle with you. he watches you when you’re sick, even though he despises germs. he loves to leave soft kisses all over you and he loves hugging you. your pet names for him match his actions towards you. you call him: bubba, sweet boy, my love, baby. he’s always looking out for you and he puts you first even though you tell him not to.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

spencer isn’t the biggest fan of public affection, but he loves to hold your hand in private. When you and spence are alone, likes to do one of these two things, interlocking your fingers or he holds your hand and rubs circles into your palm.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

spencer met you in a coffee shop and you were reading one of his favorite books. he sat down at your table and asked you about your thoughts on the book. even though you weren’t done yet, he could tell that your thought process is similar to his. when he found out that your thoughts aligned and how the way that you process is similar to his, he knew that you were someone worth getting close to.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

sometimes, it’s never because of you, but his own insecurities. spencer trusts you a lot and he knows that you'll never hurt him, but it doesn’t stop his mind from wandering. when people are affectionate with you in public it makes him jealous. he furrows his brows and his hands clench because his mind is thinking would she like me better if i was more affectionate in front of other people?

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

spencer’s kisses are soft and affectionate, which makes him a good kisser in your eyes. he never rushes and he’s always gentle. it doesn’t matter if it’s a peck or a makeout session, most of the time he will take it slow.

you initiated the first kiss technically. you asked “can i kiss you?” and he responded with “yes.” you brought a hand to his cheek and slowly moved your lips in closer. when your lips connected it was magical, you smiled into the kiss and he did as well. then you giggled and pulled your lips from his.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

spencer. you’re walking into your apartment with him after a date at a museum and you place your bag and coat down. spencer does the same and sits himself down on the couch. once you sit down, you turn on the television and spencer wraps his arm around your shoulder. you're slowly drifting to sleep and your head is falling onto spencer’s shoulder. when spencer thinks you're asleep he whispers “i love you so much, you’re my home and you make me feel safe in a corrupt world of madness.” what he didn’t know was that you were still awake, so you returned his words “i love you too bubba.”

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

it was your first christmas together as a couple and you wanted to decorate a tree together. You dragged him to buy christmas decorations and a tree. the tree wasn’t big, but it was your tree. you guys decorated the tree with different color bulbs and other cool decorations. spencer was begging to put the star on top of the tree, so you let him. you baked cookies and made hot chocolate. Then you guys sat on the couch watching christmas movies and you fell asleep on each other.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

spencer isn’t a very materialistic guy, he prefers intimate moments over items. however, when he does get you a gift he makes sure that it’s something meaningful.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

soft colors, like pale yellows and neutrals. these colors are what make spencer feel at home and he sees you as his home. one of yellow’s meanings is clarity, that’s how spencer sees you, you help him see things.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

spencer doesn’t have a lot of pet names for you, but the ones he has are special to him. Spencer likes the classic pet names; sweetheart, honey and baby. occasionally he’ll swap those out for your nickname.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

spencer isn’t quite up to date with technology, so he likes almost everything that’s older. specifically he likes reading books and writing things in typewriters or by hand. he just thinks that there's something about it that makes him feel warm on the inside.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

spencer loves curling up to you on the couch and reading to you on rainy days. he likes drinking a warm beverage like tea or hot chocolate. eventually, you’ll try to convince him to watch a show and then you guys fall asleep.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

spencer is pretty good at cheering you up, he always tries to make funny jokes or watch a funny movie with you. if he can’t make you feel better, he’ll just be there. he’ll ask you questions about why you're upset and try to find the root of the problem. however, he will never be pushy about these things, he just wants to be there and make you comfortable.

making spencer feel better is a hard task. normally he just shuts down when he gets like this, he’ll mope around the house and stay quiet. he thinks that he can get over the issue himself, but he can’t. It takes awhile for him to open up, but once he does, it never stops. at the end of the day, he just wants a hug and some cuddles.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

spencer loves to talk about literature and facts. he never has nothing to talk about because he can go on and on for days about anything, but literature is definitely his favorite.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

you. you help spencer relax. whenever he’s in a room with you, his bundle of nerves just melt away.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

his knowledge. he’s not afraid to dish out facts around others, unless he’s told to stop. sometimes he can’t help it, but he’s still so proud of his mind.

being with spencer is great, but it’s easy to feel small compared to him. Spencer tries to make sure that never happens, he’s your hype man. he hypes you up for anything like fixing something or decorating a room.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

it was at a team dinner. it wasn’t in front of the team though, he pulled you out to rossi’s backyard and got down on one knee. when you went back inside, you didn’t say anything because you wanted to see how long it would take the team to notice. let's just say, the team found out within minutes because spencer couldn’t keep a smile off of his face.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

spencer doesn’t really listen to modern music, he listens to mostly classical music. however one time, he’s listening to music with the team and garcia puts one fool for you by zayn malik. it makes him think of you almost instantly. the ballad with hints of piano making him think of your softness and his love for you.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

yes. all the time after a year of dating, but very early on he had a small sense that you were going to marry him. it didn’t become real until you met his mom, diana reid loved you from the moment she laid eyes on you.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

A cat. it’s low maintenance with your work schedules and it can roam around on its own.

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alittlebitmaybe · 4 years

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making concessions

so i, uh, maybe wrote the nichest, dumbest cracky au ficlet in the world. i blame @yoursummerfrost who is possibly the sole audience for this. i hope you’re happy.

anyway, this is what i described in this post, aka “Geralt and Jaskier meet at a Magic: the Gathering tournament that Jaskier has no business being at but somehow he beats Geralt and then they try to have sex in the bathroom”

featuring a complete disregard for like, legal cards or real decks or any actual knowledge of MTG tournaments beyond living with someone who plays it a lot

rated M for like frottage and marking and stuff

“Fresh meat,” Yen mutters, perched against one of the folding tables, knees spread. She punctuates it with a snap of her bubble gum.

Geralt folds his arms across his chest, eyebrow raised. “This is a low-tier Magic tournament, Yen, not a grade school playground.”

“Doesn’t make him not fresh meat. He’s gonna last five minutes, tops. Someone is gonna OTK that poor bastard.”

“We’ve all got to start somewhere.”

“That kid, Geralt,” she says, “is starting nowhere.”

The man Yen calls that kid does look more like he should be at Coachella than at a Magic: the Gathering tournament—bandana, loose tank top, cuffed jean shorts, and all—but, Geralt thinks, clearing his throat, he’s definitely no kid, not with the definition in his arms and the chest hair and the light scruff along his jaw. He is, though, going around and asking people to show him their decks, which he takes from them and riffles through clumsily while oohing and ahhing.

“Good for me, at least,” Geralt adds. “One less actual competitor to knock out.”

Yen punches him lightly in the shoulder. “Sure, if you can keep it in your pants. You just went all googly-eyed. Those baby blues suck you in already?”

He drags his gaze back to her. “He’s alright. If he touches my cards like that I’ll kill him. They’re worth more than his life.”

“I know, dear. I know. Well, gird yourself, because if you both win your first matches you’re against each other.”

Geralt smiles. “No problem. I’ve been playtesting against every meta deck for weeks. My win ratios are favorable against almost anything. This whole thing is mine.”

“Nerd,” says Yen.

Geralt tugs at the hem of her vest, and she kicks out at him with her boot heel. “You’re literally a judge here. You’re certified.”

“Exactly. I’m in a position of power, but you’re just here to show off. Nerd.”

“Keep it up and I won’t share the prize.”

“Half the prize money would barely buy me dinner at Applebee’s, but thanks anyway, darling. You can keep it, I think I’ll manage.”

And well, that’s fair, actually.

“It’s not about the money,” Geralt protests.

Yen snorts. “Obviously, or no one would be here. We all just bow to the whims of MTG. And thank them. And hand over our credit cards.”

Coachella man has dropped someone’s deck all over the floor and is apologetically gathering the cards back into a haphazard pile. The spectacle has drawn stares.

“Who’s the fool, really?” Yen asks. “Him, or us?”

“Hm,” Geralt replies.

“Geralt,” says Geralt. “Bant ramp.”

“Jaskier,” says Coachella man, smiling brightly and taking the proffered hand as he settles himself across the table. “Was that last bit English?”

“It’s…my deck,” Geralt explains dubiously. “Bant ramp? Green, white, blue?”

Jaskier pulls an impressed face. “They’ve got names for things like that? You really know your stuff, Geralt.”

“Uh,” says Geralt, nonplussed. “Yeah, thanks. What are you playing, then?”

“Oh, I’ve got this great deck! It’s got all the colors because I couldn’t pick just a few, and all the cards have such pretty art, you know? I had to put in the best ones. A few of ‘em are even shiny. She’s treated me well so far, this deck. I love her.”

Geralt scans down the list of players on his tourney pamphlet. Next to Jaskier’s name it says only Five color aggro???

Geralt huffs out through his nose. That is nonsensical, and—most importantly—not something he ever playtested against. But no matter what is in that deck, Geralt’s got this in the bag. There’s no way this Jaskier guy has the land base needed to support five colors. Especially if he chose his cards, apparently, based on the art.

Jaskier begins slowly pile shuffling his deck of utterly unsleeved cards. Not even inner sleeves, much less double sleeves. Geralt’s blood pressure ticks up.

“So, uh,” he begins, “you’re new to this, huh? What got you into Magic?”

“Ah, my friend Essi plays here and there, she mentioned this and it seemed like it’d be a lark. New experience and such. And hey”—Jaskier looks up and grins—“maybe I’ll win!”

Geralt thinks about the hours and weeks and years he’s spent studying cards and losing games and analyzing pro matches. “Good luck,” he says.

“Thank you, you’re sweet.”

Jaskier continues placing each card meticulously on its own stack. Geralt shuffles his own deck again and again as he waits.

“Do you want me to, uh.”

Jaskier looks up and says, “Oh, would you? That would be so helpful. I’ve never quite got the hang of the—,” he makes a riffle shuffle gesture, “—whole shuffling thing.”

He loses the coin toss, which, he realizes a few turns later, is not an auspicious beginning. But even with Jaskier on the play and him on the draw, certainly it won’t make that much of a difference. Not when Jaskier has to squint at his hand like he’s reading all the card texts for the first time ever. At one point he even goes “Oh, that’s an interesting one,” as if surprised. It cannot make that much of a difference to go second.

And it doesn’t. Because he can’t draw shit to save his life.

While Geralt draws white mana after white mana, Jaskier throws down creature after creature, ignoring effects and the stack entirely in favor of big numbers and building a “board aesthetic.” Whatever the fuck that means. He drops a land on every turn and his mana costs curve out perfectly, despite the stretch over five fucking colors. It’s nothing short of miraculous.

Finally, Geralt is staring down a board of attackers against the lone creature he’d managed to play, and Jaskier says “Ooh, I’ve got enough of the land thingies to play this fella!” and drops—of all fucking things—a Craterhoof Behemoth. Like Geralt isn’t already nearly dead on board.

Geralt eyes the board wipe in his hand that—for fuck’s sake—requires blue.

A single blue mana needed, and a stack of Plains in front of him a mile high.

“It resolves,” he grumbles.

“Woooooo,” says Jaskier. “I mean, that’s good, right?”

“Yes,” says Geralt. “For you.”

He’s got one more draw step to try to dig for an Island. One fucking Island, a fetch land, a mana-producing artifact, anything. He’s spent way too much money on his mana fixing for this to happen.

On his draw, he takes into hand a worthless green creature.

“Fuck!” He scrubs a hand over his face, drops his hand onto the table. “That’s the game. Good one.”

Jaskier looks confused. “What do you mean? You mean I win? But I didn’t get to, you know.” He mimes pushing his attackers across the table like an advancing army. “Kill you.”

“I’m dead on board and have nothing.”

“But I wanted to attack with my big fella!”

Geralt sighs and faintly hears Yen laughing her ass off down the table. And they play out Jaskier’s turn. In which Geralt immediately dies.

As Jaskier celebrates and gathers his cards, Geralt levels him with a tired stare. “Look, be straight with me. Is this a fucking hustle?”

Jaskier laughs brightly. “What, didn’t think I could play, eh?”

“You can’t,” Geralt says. “Obviously. Unless it’s a hustle.”

“No hustling here!” Jaskier then wiggles his eyebrows lasciviously. “Unless you’d like to hustle me later. If you catch my drift.”

Geralt does. “That is not a real come on.”

“Sure it is, since you know I’m coming on to you.”

“Let’s just play out the match,” Geralt says with finality.

He’s down one, but he just needs two wins. Two wins against a deck that will, eventually, be inconsistent and impractical. He shuffles his own deck—tested and massaged until its consistency holds up to real life statistics—four times, just to make sure.

Then Jaskier holds out his deck and Geralt begrudgingly shuffles that, too.

“You have nice hands,” Jaskier comments, following his fingers on the cards. “Big. Strong. Capable.”

“Shut up,” Geralt mumbles, and pretends to ignore it when Jaskier says, Yes, sir.

He loses the match on game two, and it’s his own damn fault, this time, because Jaskier drops an infinite combo and doesn’t even realize it until Geralt opens his dumb fucking mouth.

“There it is,” he groans, resigned, as Jaskier lays down the last combo piece. “Lucky draw.”

“Eh?”

“You comboed out?”

“Eh?” Jaskier says again, fingers still on the card like he’s thinking of taking it back, face utterly perplexed.

“You—holy fucking Christ.” Geralt throws his hands in the air. “You don’t even know you have that combo, do you.”

“I—do not, per se, know that, no.”

“That effect will untap your artifact, which lets you—oh, who cares. Fine. You win. Congrats.”

Jaskier’s expression brightens. “I win? Really? But I didn’t even attack!”

“You win. Really.”

Geralt wants a beer.

“Oh!” Jaskier is now beaming. He glances at his watch, a gold-trimmed gaudy thing. “Well, that was quick. We’ve got some time before the next round, if you wanna—uh—”

“Yeah,” sighs Geralt. Heat curls in his belly alongside the mingled anger (shame? embarrassment?) and disappointment. “Whatever.”

Might as well.

Geralt shoves Jaskier back against the bathroom door as he locks it, and Jaskier promptly wraps his legs around Geralt’s waist. Without a moment of hesitation Geralt leans in, biting at Jaskier’s lips, feeling arms circle his neck and hands weave themselves into his hair. Their bodies align perfectly and when Geralt thrusts forward, Jaskier gasps into his mouth.

“Yeah,” he breathes, “yeah, like that.”

A growl leaves Geralt in response, frustration with this stupid, clueless man bubbling up within him. Jaskier tastes like red Gatorade and smells like that body butter Yen keeps on her bathroom counter.

It’s less off-putting than it should be.

He keeps going like that, not because he was told to but because it’s infuriatingly good, Jaskier’s body warm and firm and pliant against his as he rolls his hips.

“Oh, God,” Jaskier groans on a thrust that results in a particularly good drag, which separates their mouths enough for Geralt to redirect his attention. With one hand he drags down the idiotic bandana tied around Jaskier’s neck and starts to suck harsh marks into salty skin. Jaskier keeps up a noisy litany of gasps and muffled, bitten-off encouragements. “Oh, that’s—good, fuck—your mouth—like it rough, don’t you…”

Geralt doesn’t particularly like it rough, actually, when he hasn’t been fucking hustled at his own game, but Jaskier still doesn’t seem to have caught on to the part where Geralt is sort of fucking furious about this whole situation.

Instead of explaining himself, he just bites down on Jaskier’s pulse point and curls his hand around Jaskier’s waist where his shirt is rucked up, nails digging in.

“Yeah—” Jaskier says, and tugs at Geralt’s hair, and then there’s banging on the door.

“We can hear you, assholes. There’s a line out here and we gotta piss,” an angry voice calls from the other side.

“Use the ladies’!” Jaskier yells hoarsely. “There’s never anyone in there. This one’s occupied.” Geralt moves against him again. “Oh, that’s—more.”

“No,” says the angry voice. “No more.” Another round of banging. “We’re calling property management. They’ve got a key.”

“Shit,” Geralt says, dropping Jaskier, who makes an indignant noise. He unlocks and opens the door.

There is, in fact, a small crowd around the men’s room, headed by a red-faced man half a foot shorter than Geralt.

“Can’t you mind your own business?” Geralt says.

“Can’t you keep it in your pants?” the man sneers back.

“Technically,” Jaskier pipes up, straightening his bandana and swiping at his hair, “nothing ever came out of any pants.”

“Jaskier,” says Geralt, “don’t help.”

An official-looking group of people rounds the corner, accompanied by Yen, who spots Geralt and nearly falls to the floor in a mirthful fit. He rolls his eyes.

The officials don’t like that at all.

A few months later, Jaskier kneels on the other side of Geralt’s coffee table, considering his hand. He licks his lip and taps a few lands to place an enchantment, which Geralt promptly counters.

“You and your fucking—control decks,” Jaskier sighs. “Let me play one some time.”

“Make your own,” says Geralt. “You can use my collection.”

“Ah, maybe I will, and then you won’t be able to play anything at all, ever, and how would you like that?”

“Do you have anything to get rid of my flyers?”

“Unfortunately, no, Geralt, I do not, or I would have played it by now.”

“Then you should probably concede.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He picks up his cards, sleeved properly, and slides them over to Geralt’s side. “Shuffle please.”

Geralt shuffles them.

“Shame we can’t go to the tournament today,” says Jaskier wistfully. “Banned. What rot. We didn’t even get off that day. Rudely interrupted.”

“Yeah, well, someone had no business being there, anyway.”

“I still think I could have gone all the way. Beat you, didn’t I?”

“Haven’t since.”

“Only because you learned my tricks.”

“Jaskier, you don’t have tricks.”

“Exactly.” He smiles, and Geralt can’t help but smile back. When he places Jaskier’s deck back on the table, Jaskier’s hand rests on top of his. “I am, though, Geralt, absolutely thrilled that we met. Whatever the circumstance. Or consequence. If it needs saying.”

It doesn’t, but Geralt meets his eyes and says, “Yeah, me too.”

#LAKSDGLKDFJD #yes this is how i spent my day #my fic #geraskier #the witcher #the witcher fic #geraskier fic #i might post this on ao3 later idk #just for the hell of it #dear brain can i please work on the zombie au now #WHY is this 2200 words

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soooooo here is yet another thing that won't leave me alone!

Force Visions, Pirates, and Mandalorians - Oh My!

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Obi-Wan Kenobi has a Force vision and sees Jedi Younglings being captured to be sold into slavery, and he knows without a doubt that he needs to do something about it, even if no one but his close friends will believe him. He's been in that position before, where ignoring a vision led to some of the worst moments of his sixteen short years. He also knows that he only has a short amount of time before the events in his vision come to pass, and that he's going to have to do some outrageously illegal things, lie to the Council, and possibly get himself captured on purpose. If he also happens to help rescue a couple of missing Mandalorians, too? Well, obviously the Force just has it out for him, plain and simple.

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Obi-Wan woke up with a scream lodged in his throat.

He had flashes of what he had seen coming in and out of focus, all of it in pieces and not in any way coherent. Obi-Wan took a few deep breaths, in-for-five, out-for-seven, until he felt he marginally calmer.

He knew how to break down his visions, how to heed the warnings, and he also knew that if he told any of the Masters they would simply repeat back the same mantra: always in motion, the future is.

What a bunch of bantha-shit, Obi-Wan thought, still somewhat upset.

All his life he had experienced extremely harrowing and traumatizing visions, and so far, all of them had come true bar the ones he could tell were decades off; he knew which ones those were because he had seen himself, older, more tired, with strange armor and even more strangely armored people at his back (these visions just made him confused because what use would a Jedi have for armor, let alone when would he even come into contact with people who looked like walking weapons factories?)

The vision that woke him up, however, was the terrifying kind. On one hand Obi-Wan knew that he needed to take a step back and meditate on the vision so he could take apart the warnings, make note of who was involved and where it took place. On the other hand...he had felt the fear, the grief, the abject terror that had saturated his vision, and he really did not want to re-experience that.

But he knew that he wouldn't get any sort of peace until he figured it out, and he knew from past experience that ignoring the vision would not only lead to it coming to fruition, but possibly something worse. He reluctantly got out of bed and into the 'fresher, getting ready for the day even though it wasn't even first light.

I won't be able to go back to sleep after that, he groused.

As he went about his morning routine, Obi-Wan remembered when he had ignored a vision like this, when he had dismissed it as fearful thinking of a rejected Initiate sent off to be a farmer. He thought it impossible, that something as Dark as a Fallen Jedi would have been known and taken care of by the Order's ever-elusive Shadows, if not the Jedi Council themselves. He didn't think that a slave-operation would have been able to practically be in the open on a Republic-aligned world, either.

His faith in that ever-enduring mantra was shattered when he found himself in chains, in a bomb-collar on a deep-sea mine on Bandomeer. When the person who at one point would have been his Padawan-Brother had put the collar on Obi-Wan with a mocking laugh, the Dark Side nearly suffacating him until the Force itself was cut off by shackles snapping shut around his wrists.

I should have heeded the warnings of the vision - if I had, I could have told Master Jinn and he could have stopped Xanatos sooner! Or I would have messaged the Council, the Agri-Corps members, or anyone, that something was wrong! he had thought, panicked and afraid, so very very afraid of what was to happen next.

(Obi-Wan's faith in Master Jinn, however, hadn't been shaken until he was fresh off the battlefield of child soldiers and having spent nearly a year fighting a war, but Obi-Wan shoved that train of thought straight back into the Force.)

Obi-Wan had spent months in chains, trying so very hard to stay alive, and every single moment he had promised himself, that if he escaped this hell alive, he would always heed his visions, to try and understand what they were warning him, so that something like this wouldn't happen again.

And it's with that particular thought in mind that he made his way out of his room and to the Room of a Thousand Fountains. They were overflowing with serenity, something he sorely needed to begin unravelling his vision. Thankfully, his Master was off-planet on a solo-mission, and Obi-Wan's shields were stronger than durasteel - to survive what he'd been through, he had to get better at shielding or he would have died before ever becoming a Padawan.

Not even Master Windu - youngest Councilor ever, creator of the Vapaad - had been able to get passed his shields that hid the full extent of what had happened to him after his missions the past few years.

He made his way to one of his favorite spots, a secluded grove set in the highest part of the Room. He very much enjoyed this spot - it was too high for Younglings to safely venture and too much of a hassle for more adventurous Initiates or Padawans to try to get to. Most Masters didn't bother trying to seclude themselves as even Crèchelings knew not to disturb those meditating.

With a sigh, Obi-Wan settled into the roots of the large Veshok tree, reached into the Force -

- a feeling of anticipation, excitement, slight fear and wonder surrounded all of the Jedi Younglings, Initiates, on their way to Ilum -

- ice, so cold, why is it so cold? And a song, beckoning him to come closer, to take it away from the cold and be warm at last, a bright golden light -

- he's got another lightsaber crystal that he can immediately tell is for a shoto blade, but why? His Master had never been interested in him learning Jar'Kai, but now it seems as if he will have to because the thought of leaving his newly acquired crystal makes him want to scream -

- the return trip has a feeling of foreboding and oh, oh, he can feel that this is where it goes wrong, that this is what he needs to be prepared for because the Master and their Padawan were very much not, and the Knight-Pilot only just getting them and most, but not all, of the Initiates out -

- he feels the ship that they're in come to a screeching stop, pirates (pirates, why does it have to be pirates?) boarding with manic glee, calling out "take the baby wizards, we'll get a lot more for them" and that causes alarm to spike because they weren't just pirates they were slavers because of-karking-course they were -

- he watches as the Master and Padawan try to protect the Younglings, but there are too many pirates swarming their ship, and he knows what he needs to do as the pirates grab three of the Initiates; he launches himself at them and Force Pushes so hard that the nearest slavers are shoved back onto their own ship, and he's shouting at the other Jedi to get out of there with the younglings that they managed to save -

- he leaps into the other ship after the captured Initiates and hauls all three close to him in the slavers' ship, baring his slightly too-sharp teeth, praying that he can protect them but the pirates are so angry at the loss of profit and the Initiates are so scared and it's all he can do to not break -

- and then he's in a cell, the Initiates in Force cuffs next to him, with cuffs on his own wrists and gods please no, not this again, but he has to be strong because he's been here before but the Younglings haven't and he will not let another child die, not again -

- a woman with dark brown skin, along with a young Pantoran male, an older human male, and others bound in chains that he couldn't see, are being dragged in, screaming that they'll kick their hut'uun'la shebs when they get free, that the Mand'alor will kill them all for taking one of the Ad'be'Mand'alor, their captors' nervous laughter ringing in the background -

Obi-Wan comes back to himself, crying and gasping, the sense of dread nearly overtaking him.

"Breathe, Obi, you gotta breathe for me, c'mon that's it."

The voice cuts through his panic and he listens, breathing slowly evening out. Obi-Wan takes a moment, or a few, to collect himself, looking up from his hands to the sight of warm brown skin, black hair in dreadlocks with clasps of varying colors dotted throughout, and a bright yellow tattoo on a face hovering closely in front of his.

"Quin," he whispers.

Quinlan Vos: his best friend, closest confidant, and partner-in-crime.

"Hey, Obi. Wanna tell me what you Saw?" Quinlan asks, quietly and without pressuring him.

Obi-Wan pauses, thinks for a moment about what he's going to say. He'll definitely tell Quinlan, because he's one hundred percent sure that he's going to need his best friend's help, it's just - how's he going to explain that he knows something bad is going to happen, that he knows he's going to end up in chains once again, that he needs to start practicing Jar'Kai now so he can be ready for when this vision comes to pass?

Quinlan waits, slowly rubbing his hand in a soothing pattern down his friend's shoulders, then nearly breaks Obi-Wan's arms with the next words that come out of his mouth:

"One: I'm going to need to start learning Jar'Kai. Two: I need to know how to break Force cuffs without the Force. Three: I'm going to need to learn how to slice into ships, databanks, and anything else. Four: I need to learn basic Force-Healing. And Five: I need to know what or who the hell a Mand'alor is and why slavers would be nervous at the mere mention of the word."

Quinlan balks, but only for a moment, because this is Obi-Wan, and weird Force shit always happens to him so he shouldn't be surprised at this point.

"It seems that we've got to start preparing for the worst, doesn't it?"

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that-bi-bitch-writes · 3 years

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The Rumor Around Hogwarts (Ch.3)

Chapter Three: Hello Stranger

Male reader insert for now, future addition of they pronouns as it will lean more towards a non-binary insert with the only change being less reference to Y/N as a young boy and more gender neutral terms. Still masc/male aligned.

No real warnings for now except canonical mentions of neglect

This chapter is a little over 1.5k words. A lot of it comes directly from the book but if you want to skim/skip that part there is a huge space and a line where it starts and ends.

Not really proofread but I hope you Enjoy!!

To say [Name] was excited to go to Diagon Alley would be the understatement of the century. Somehow he had found out exactly when the majority of new wizards would be buying new supplies for their first years. Of course, with his mom being who she was, he’d missed it, but something deep within told him today was the day he needed to be there.

‘The universe and mom conspiring. Plausible’ he thought aloud

“Mom! Hurry up or I’m taking your purse with me to Diagon Alley. All by myself.”

“I’m coming, Haven’t I apologized enough? You’ll get there when you need to be.” she said as she entered the kitchen. She grabbed a piece of toast from the house elf, grabbed her purse and approached him waiting near the front door. With a smirk she started “besides, it’s all part of the universe’s grand plans, isn’t that right darling?”

Though [Name] loved his mom she sure could be a little shit. It’s why she was the perfect “master” for his house elf. Apparently the elf belonged to his father’s family and he refused to be let go. Believe me M/N tried many many times. But every time anyone mentioned freedom he would go berserk and the sight was unbearable to watch, so they’d just decided to keep him for the time being. [Name]’s mother set a rule though, if the elf were to stay he could not refuse help with any of the chores and could not punish himself.

Compromise was one of the hardest things for everyone in the house. ‘My way or the highway’ was an unspoken family motto. And though he was a mean and stubborn houself, he was a part of the family. But that doesn’t mean he had to be nice to him

“Goodbye midget” [Name] yelled over his shoulder, earning a scowl and some mutterings

“Why do you do that” his mom asked casually “it’s not that different from his actual name, so why not just call him by his real name”

“Because he hates it” [Name] responded “and why am I getting a lecture from you. The queen of passive aggressiveness towards him. You forget I can hear what you’re really thinking when you talk in that saccharine sweet voice of yours. Save it for someone who can’t read minds”

She huffed and nudged him to the car. “I can't wait until you start driving. Or apparating, whichever you choose first. As much as I love doing some things the muggle way, I’ll never get used to traffic.”

[Name] picked up some dirt and tossed it to the ground with a loud and clear “Diagon Alley” before getting in the passenger's seat. M/N laughed at him and poked his side before starting the car.

“I can’t believe my baby is starting Hogwarts.” She sighed out. And turned on the radio before pulling out of the massive driveway.

The journey to Diagon Alley was not very exciting for [Name] but for Harry it was a life changing experience.

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Harry woke early the next morning. Although he could tell it was daylight, he kept his eyes shut tight.

“It was a dream” he told himself firmly “I dreamed a giant called Hagrid came to tell me I was going to a school for wizards. When I open my eyes I’ll be at home in my cupboard.”

There was suddenly a tapping noise. And there’s Aunt Petunia knocking on the door. Harry thought, his heart sinking. But he still didn’t open his eyes. It had been such a good dream.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

“All right,”Harry mumbled “I’m getting up”

He sat up and Hagrid’s heavy coat fell off him. The hut was full of sunlight, the storm was over, Hagrid himself was asleep on the collapsed sofa, and there was an owl rapping its claw on the window, a newspaper held in its beak.

Harry scrambled to his feet, so happy he felt as though a large balloon was swelling inside him. He went straight to the window and jerked it open. The owl swooped in and dropped the newspaper on top of Hagrid, who didn’t wake up. The owl then fluttered onto the floor and began to attack Hagrid’s coat.

“Don’t do that.”

Harry tried to wave the owl out of the way, but it snapped it’s beak fiercely at him and carried on savaging the coat.

“Hagrid!” said Harry loudly “There’s an owl-”

“Pay him,” Hagrid into the sofa.

Harry counted out five little bronze coins, and the owl held his leg so Harry could put the money into a small leather pouch tied to it. Then he flew off through the open window.

Hagrid yawned loudly, sat up and stretched. “Best be off, Harry, lots ter do today, gotta get up ter London and buy all yer stuff for school.”

Harry was turning over the wizard coins and looking at them.He had just thought of something that made him feel as though the happy balloon inside him had got a puncture.

“Um - Hagrid?”

Mm?” said Hagrid who was pulling on his huge boots.

“I haven’t got any money - and you heard Uncle Vernon last night … he won’t pay for me to go and learn magic”

“Don’t worry about that,” said hagrid, standing up and scratching his head. “D’yeh think yer parents didn’t leave yeh anything?”

“But if their house was destroyed-”

“They didn’t keep their gold in the house, boy! Nah, first stop fer us is Gringotts. Wizards’ bank. Have a sausage, they’re not bad cold- an’ I wouldn’t say no teh a bit o’ yer birthday cake either”

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A boat and train ride later, Harry and Hagrid had arrived in London and made it to the Leaky Cauldron, where Harry was recognized by everyone in the pub. Including a stuttering Professor Quirrell who introduced himself as Harry’s Defense Against the Dark Arts (DADA for short) professor in the upcoming term.

Gringotts was the next stop and it was a particularly interesting event for Harry. The boy who had grown up on scraps from the Dursleys and hand me down clothing was shocked to see so much money in his name. The goblins were obviously a new experience. Then there was Hagrid’s secret mission from Dumbledore.

After parting with Hagrid, Harry had entered Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions alone and nervous. The situation was not remedied by a pale faced blond in the back of the shop who spoke pompously and reminded Harry of Dudley. His casual mentioning of wizarding culture left Harry feeling stupid. When the pale boy had begun talking bad about Hagrid, Harry knew he wouldn’t like the boy and could offer nothing particularly interesting to the conversation.

A lot of questions and shopping later, Harry had to get his wand. Truth be told, this was the part that Harry had been anticipating the most. Entering the shop which read Ollivatders: Makers of Fine wands since 382 B.C, Harry began to be a little overwhelmed and swallowed any questions he might’ve had.

The man seemed to know whom he was and asked Harry a series of questions to find the perfect wand for him. There were a lot of trials and errors, swishes and flicks, and damage done to Ollivander’s shop. Until finally the right wand was found. And it was a little… curious.

“It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother- why, its brother gave you that scar.”

“Yes, thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember. … I think we must expect great things from you, Mr Potter. … After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things - terrible, ye but great”

“And you’ll get them.” All eyes snapped towards the unexpected voice “the great things.”

“I believe you’re right Mr [Last Name].”

Somehow in all the chaos, neither Ollivander nor Harry had noticed [Name] was in the shop the whole time. He’d already gotten his wand but when he recognized the boy from the zoo he wanted to catch up.

Noticing Harry’s uncomfortability with the subject of Voldemort, [Name] had started up a totally different conversation while escorting Harry out of the shop.

“Fancy meeting you here. I guess the universe was actually looking out for me. I’m [Full Name] by the way. Nice to meet you Harry Potter”

“Nice to finally put a name to your face. I’m not sure what you meant by the universe but I’m glad we got to meet again. I had no clue you were a wizard”

“... Are you like new to the wizarding world or something? I mean I’ve been raised going to muggle schools but even I would’ve figured out the boy who didn’t react to me doing magic was a wizard”

“It was unintentional”

“Still magic”

It was getting darker and both [Name] and Harry had to go soon. Harry was still a little glum from the conversation with Ollivander, but [Name]’s playful banter had brightened his mood. Harry needed more people like that. Like [Name] and Hagrid, who just saw him as Harry Potter, and not as the boy who lived.

“Will I see at Hogwarts [name]?” Harry asked hopefully

“You bet. Find me on the train. Or rather, I’ll find you. Then maybe I’ll show you something cool I can do.”

Now Harry had two things to look forward to. Hogwarts, and Hogwarts with [Name].

#Harry Potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter x male reader #harry potter x nonbinary reader #nonbinary #nonbinary reader #non-binary reader #nonbinary reader insert #reader insert #male reader #harry potter x y/n #non binary reader #rumor #the rumor around hogwarts #that-bi-bitch-writes #x reader

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theravencawsatmidnight · 3 years

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Part Two

W! Drinking, stabby stab, attempted Non C but it does not happen .

Touya,21.The drunk Future King whose only interest is whores and brothels

Natsuo.18. The Middle Sibling who is just like his father

Shoto.16.the youngest and most reserved, has no interest in marriage but would like a companion

Reader is a rebellious princess in a falling Kingdom and is sent off to live with the Todorokis in hopes of marriage to save her family. But Reader has other plans in mind.

tags/ @no-post-ghost @yoonbbyboy @pinkjellychan @squeaky-ducky

You wasted no time ditching the family for the courtyard after dashing out of the carriage and right past Enji, you were over Natsuo and his creepy behaviour and over this whole arrangement. With a groan you stopped next to some trees and slipped between two large oaks to conceal yourself for a minute. You sat down hugging your knees panting slightly. It was a pretty courtyard, full of flowers funny enough since only men seemed to lived in this rotten castle.

So what now? The King would not be happy at your actions but if he tried to hurt you it would hinder his plans for his precious sons. So you were safe for the most part. The oldest, Touya did not really seem interested in courting you anyway, to focused on his drinking and keeping his brother in line.

The thought of Natsuo made you gag and cough a bit, what an awful person and he's gonna be King eventually? Maybe you could cut his balls off to save whoever marries him. Sighing you relaxed against the tree letting one leg down admiring the clouds that rolled on by, the sky seemed more blue here than at your Kingdom too you, weird.

“Uhm…?” said a voice, it sounded skittish.

You rolled your head to the left to see a boy about Shotos age looking at you, he had royal clothes on and had crazy green hair. You tilted your head at this boy and brought your legs down so you were criss cross.

“Yes?” you asked curiously

“Is Shoto around?”

“I think so , the main entrance.”

“O-oh uh, okay, i can wait here then. May i sit by you? My names Izuku of Midoriya Manor”

“Sure kid,” you scooted over a bit for him to join you.”Y/n of Alastar”

“Oh thanks !” he sat by you but seemed to be looking around

“Something on your mind?”

“Oh uh n-no, im just waiting for Shoto, his father does not a-aprove of me so we have too …” he trailed off rubbing the back of his head.

“Hm? Well your safe with me kid, i doubt that big ape approves of me too.”

“Are you to be wed?”

“Sadly.”

“Uh- uhm!,” he rubbed his hands together. “You seem really cool and can protect yourself..” he told you, pointing to the knife on your person. “Just watch out for the middle sibling okay?”

You got up patting your butt free of dirt and Shoto squeezed through the trees to see you and Izuku. Shoto hugged Izuku and the two sighed with relief to see each other.

“y/n. Touya wants to see you to show you around, hes at the stables, around the corner from here”

“Okay Shoto, izuku was waiting for you, i never saw him though.”

The youngest gave you a gentle smile and a nod as thanks.

Squeezing back through the trees you strolled around the courtyard admiring the flowers before meeting up with Touya. No sign of the King or his creepy son , the courtyard had a large apple tree in its center but it only had one apple on it and it looked to be rotten which was weird. It's definitely apple season. Hm. thinking nothing of it you made your way around the large castle to see the stables and Touya petting a large black and white mare of the face in long strokes.

“Whos a pretty girl ? you you you” he cooed at the sleepy horse.

“Dont take you for a animal lover” you joked walking up to him. “Wheres idiot 1 and 2?”

“My father is giving Natsuo a talking to so im trusted to show you around” he pointed to the castle “thats the castle” he pointed to a stray window at the top “thats your room”

“A five star tour i see” you pet the horse admiring its coat. “ lovely colors”

“Reminds me of my life from before” he told you while taking out his flask to drink.

“Hm? Whats that mean? And whos this Izuku that was sneaking around?”

Touya sat down in a empty stable drinking more before answering you. “Thats Shotos boyfriend, dont tell anyone or i will kill you myself. Im the only one who knows”

“i wouldn't do that Touya, he said Enji does not approve of him?”

“Yep” he fell into some hay drinking more. “They want to leave when they turn 18 and have a farm, im helping make it happen”

You sat down by the hay watching this man drink his life away , he had not one care in the world, unless it was Shoto related.

Some time passed and you and Touya were sharing the flask now.

“So .. what did you mean by your life from before?”

“Mmmm… i was going to be a father, at least.. Thats what i was told.” he sat up pushing his hair outta his face. She was a brothel worker and i had gotten her pregnant.”

You listened to him taking note of the hint of sadness in his voice.

“I was excited, i wanted to be a dad.” he told you looking over at the horse.”she had black and white hair, i called her my little… berry.., i did everything right, i told her she could live with me and be a Princess and we could be happy. But i also told her i did not want her working the brothel anymore obviously,”

He brought his knees up laying his elbows over them looking at the ground between his legs. “She told me she would stop but something felt weird so i checked on her and she was still working it. I confronted her and she said she needed the money for the baby and i told her i have more money than i know what to do with, the months went on and she eventually stopped, her bump was small and everytime i felt it , i dont know. It felt off. One day i woke up early and looked over at her, she was asleep on her stomach and .. she was too far align to be doing that.” he looked up at you, his eyes slightly red. “ she lied to me, for my status, my wealth, my name, it was some kind of material to seem like a bump, she tried to tell me it was my fault.”

“Touya…”

He ignored you. “What she said stung more than the faked pregnancy. I had to know, for sure. So i contacted a witch and she performed some kind of spell on me and ..and..”

You moved closer, placing your hand on his arm , he took a big drink and lowered his head again. “ i cant… have children… “

You pulled this man into your arms trying your best to comfort him. He just cursed up a storm and told you how excited he was, how he was going to move away as soon as Shoto left with izuku and start an even bigger family with the woman he loved. Touya wanted his own Kingdom but in a quiet place no one knew about where he could be happy.

“Everyday… i curse Natsuo, he does not deserve to have children” he pushed himself off you to wipe his eyes. “ no one knows this about me y/n”

“Touya its safe with me”

“I have no interest in getting married anymore, i dont care.”

“Thats perfectly okay Touya”

He sniffled not looking at you. “Thank you for listening, you should get settled into your room, top floor last door on the left.”

“Youll be okay?” you asked, getting up

“Nope” he got up walking past you “but thats just how i like it” he waved not looking back as he headed into town.

The castle was full of expensive things: statues, paintings, rugs, swords. Anything you could think of. Big wide open rooms with ceilings higher than you had ever seen. It smelled like the kitchen was to your right and the main rooms looked to be up the rug covered stairs. You could hear Enji yelling at Natsuo when you got to the top , you snuck by peeking in every room you passed, looked like bedrooms. You heard a door slam and looked over your shoulder to see Natsuo brooding outside the door talking to himself.

You slipped into your room and scanned around the giant room, pretty bed, too girly honestly. A wooden vanity with glass in it and a couple windows. You checked outside them all , dammit. Nothing to really grab on to for a quick escape? You thought on it inspecting more and suddenly you were grabbed from behind and flipped over and pressed against the window, your hair blowing in the wind.

Natsuo was pinning you down looking very angry with you. You stuck your chin out at him reaching down for you knife.

“Yes ? your highness?” “I should … should… “ he pressed harder into your shoulders. “You . so mean, you made a fool of .. of me? In front of my father? I ?” his gaze dropped and he grabbed the knife tossing it out the window . his voice got louder and he shook you. “ they tell me i should kill you !! but!! My voices arent always!!.. Correct so …”

“Let me go !! get these gross hands off me !” you fought his grip and he threw you onto the bed pinning you from behind. “ why are you so … SO SO difficult? Im a future KING im in CHARGE not YOU” he reached back fussing with his belt and you got very still.

“Is that why your upset hm? I hurt your ego?” you asked looking back”pitty” with a quick snap of your arm a second knife shot out of your left sleeve and stabbed Natsuo in the arm. He cried out falling back and you pushed him out fo your room. “Sorry, no middle siblings allowed” you slammed the door locking it and pushing some heavy furniture in front of the door for the time being.

You could hear Natsuo crying in pain in the hall but you did not really care, it sounded like he was walking away and you finally… finally..alone. You sunk down to your knees” what the fuck man…”

#BadApplesFic #todoroki brothers #shoto x reader #touya x reader #natsuo x reader

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baeklination · 4 years

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bartender love pt.2

Date:200823

Warnings/Contains: SMUT 🔞, general crude language.

Pairing: Kyungsoo x F.Reader

WC:2,3k

pt.1 pt.3

¤¤

You smiled to yourself as you re-read the text from Kyungsoo "Told you it would take too long. What are we doing tmrw?"

Tomorrow was today and you were on your way to the skate park to meet Loey:

"They're having a competition."

"Really, what's the prize?"

"Nah, it's nothing like that, just the guys who hang out there alot. I don't think there's a chance he's gonna win."

"No, I don't wanna see it if he sucks, then I'll-"

"He doesn't suck", Kyungsoo assured you "but I think one of 'em does those X Games or Red Bull ones. Like a pro. I wasn't really paying attention when he told me."

"Busy jerking off?"

"You know it", he smiled. "Couldn't stop thinking about you so I had to pull one real quick."

You glared at him.

"Not cool, TMI?"

"No, it's cool. I mean, I did the same with you when I woke up", you said in a casual but obviously joking manner.

"The fuck, Y/N!"

"Oh, you get to be crude but I don't?"

"Yeah! Cus when you say it sounds...fuckin' hot!"

¤¤

The park wasn’t in the middle of nowhere, but definitely off the beaten track. It wasn’t even really a park, more a paved stretch of concrete with obstacles like rails, pipes and banks, seemingly gathered from in and around the neighbourhood.

“It’s weird, the things you don’t know about your own town”, you said.

“Yeah, since the train stopped going here no one comes around. Except these guys. I wouldn’t have known either if it weren’t for Lo.”

“Kyungsoo-ya..!” Loey had spotted the two of you and did a thumbs up with a big grin on his face.

“But you don’t skate?”

“No, I…”, he laughed. “Lo tried to teach me how to do an ollie a couple of years ago and I ended up with a shattered elbow. Now I’m just an enthused spectator”, he said sitting down, guiding you to sit between his legs. “Very enthused”, he said, pulling you back.

“Hey, Romeo, no hanky panky here.”

“Where do you get your expressions from..!? Takesies backsies and now frickin’ hanky panky”, Kyungsoo laughed.

Turning around to say something clever your mind went blank (honestly you were a bit stunned at how endearing he looked when he laughed) so you faced forward without a word. He placed his hand on the back of your thigh and moved it upward slowly.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. There will be no hanky…” he whispered in your right ear “...or panky...” he continued in the other “...until you want me to.”

When he moved his hand inward you couldn’t keep your cool anymore. You grabbed it and held it between your hands.

“Mm-hmm. Great,” you nodded, making the both of you burst out laughing.

As Kyungsoo had foreseen Loey didn’t win, but it was all the same to him; he still had the same jovial attitude as when you’d first met him last night. You’d stayed back chatting for a while, but when it got darker, and subsequently colder, you decided to meet up at Henki later; Loey and co going their way and you and Kyungsoo stopping by his apartment to get you a hoodie and a quick bite to eat, with Kyungsoo promising to amaze you with his cooking skills.

¤¤

He opened the clasp of your bra but didn’t bother removing it since he now had access to your breasts. It didn’t take long for your nipples to become stiff, which had Kyungsoo moaning.

“Your nipples…”

“M-hm, they do that sometimes.”

He pulled away and smiled:

“You’re so fucking cheeky...”

Taking off your top and bra you leaned in again to catch his lips, his hot breath. Rocking back and forth you could feel your panties sliding around. You wanted something in you now, so taking his hand you guided it to the hem of your shorts - he didn’t miss a beat getting his hand in, tracing big circles, feeling you out. When you bit his lip in excitement he winced, but moaned and pushed his tongue in even deeper, as well as his middle finger into you.

“Ah, sh!” he groaned and looked down. “Fuck...”

“M-hmm”, you agreed.

“Let’s go to the bed.”

You lay down while Kyungsoo rummaged around in his nightstand. He took out a condom and put it between his teeth while he undid his pants with eager fingers. Having sex with someone the first time you always had that fleeting thought of “what if his dick is too this or too that?”, but there was nothing too about him; he was average, normal. A bit thicker. When he got in bed and pulled off his t-shirt was the first time you saw his body in full. Like his arms, his torso was almost fully covered with tattoos, continuing down his thighs. He was a fucking masterpiece. He bent over you, kissing your neck, your breasts, your lips. You grabbed his waist to pull him closer.

“You’re sure?”, he asked.

“Kyung, I’m not a virgin…”

He laughed into the pillow next to you.

When he aligned himself and carefully pushed in there was barely any resistance; he slid all the way in on the second go, and had decided pace on his fifth. It was excruciatingly slow. Deliciously slow. The way he alternated between deep kisses and heavy breathing and dragged out “fuck”s in your ear pushed you over the edge.

“Faster. You’re killing me”, you moaned digging your fingers into his backside and lifting your leg up so he could reach deeper.

The rolling of his hips sped up as he placed his hand on your leg for support. You could feel the whole length of him stroking you inside, his balls repeatedly pressing just below your entrance, his legs brushing yours. It smelled of sex.

“Shit, I wanna go faster”, he groaned.

“Go faster.”

“I can’t...”, he said with a smile and kissed you”...I’ll come.”

“We’ll do it again.”

When you put your legs around him he immediately buried his head next to you, pinned your pelvis to the mattress and rammed into you. Going that deep you almost thought you were gonna come before he did, but he beat you to it, threatening to break you with how hard he thrusted when he came. His whiney growl became bursts of chuckles mixed in with hard exhalations.

“I don’t know if laughing at someone after sex is a compliment...”

“It is”, he said and started with those slow kisses again.

He let you buck your hips a few times while you kissed, but eventually pulled away.

“Y/N, you know I have to pull out...”

“I know”, you said, rolling your eyes demonstratively.

When he’d thrown away the condom he opened a window to let some welcomed fresh air in before getting back in bed.

“Spooning kinda defeats the purpose of opening the window, you know.”

“You said we’d do it again”, Kyungsoo whispered, kissing your neck.

“No way you’re ready again...Right?”

“No, but you are,” he said, touching your leg for you to open them.

¤¤

“Now let me wow you”, Kyungsoo said, taking out a packet of spaghetti and a box of meatballs.

“Do you know I was really up in here thinking “finally, a man that cooks..!””, you said, clapping your hands together. “Sauce..?”

“You already had it, baby…”

You closed your eyes, pretending to be in pain.

“Take that back right now or I’m out.”

“That was even too much for me, shit”; he laughed. “No, I always eat it with ketchup. Sauce takes more than seven minutes to make so…”

“Eh, it’s a free meal. Who am I to complain? Besides, if this is that one annoying thing about you it’s tolerable.”

“What’s your thing?”

“I’d be stupid to call attention to it, wouldn’t I?”

He came round to the chair you were sitting on and rested his arms around your shoulders. Even though you were both still naked there was nothing sexual to his touch; it was soft and comforting. Kissing his arm left a faint taste of salt on your lips.

“I’m gonna watch you like a hawk now, to find out what it is. But...on a more serious note. It’s only our second date and we’ve already had sex, so I have to ask...you don’t think I’m slut, do you?”

“You’re an absolute raging whore, Kyungsoo”, you said, turning around to face him. “Just the way I like ‘em.”

That smile. If he kept on smiling you’d keep on dying. He cupped your face and gave you a quick kiss. And another one. Then a slow one, sliding his tongue in your mouth. Picking you up, setting you down on the counter, he moved down and enveloped his mouth around your nipple, caressing your inner thighs at the same time. The water boiled over on the stove, but he just pushed the pot off the heat, still focusing on you. Kissing a trail down your stomach there was a buzz, followed by a:

“Kyungsoo-ya..!”

Loey banging on the door. You snapped out of it and rolled your eyes.

“What the fuck - does he have a fucking sex radar..!?”

Kyungsoo opened his eyes wide:

“Keys! He has keys. Go!”, he chuckled, lifting you off the counter so you could scurry to the bedroom.

¤¤

You’d spent the whole Saturday and early Sunday with Kyungsoo, but in the evening you went over to Iseul and Tony’s for dinner before heading off to work.

“Well, if that’s not the face of someone who’s just got a good jackhammering..!”, Iseul proclaimed when she saw you.

“A good? Try several great”, you sighed. “You know how he’s gorgeous and all..?”

“M-hm?”, she nodded.

“Equal.”

Iseul didn’t say anything. She just leaned forward with big eyes and gestured for you to give her the rough draft.

“I wasn’t planning on it when I followed him home, but really...I have to have been, right? In the back of my mind.”

“Of course.”

“Two things I can tell you for sure. It wasn’t his first time at the rodeo…”

“Given”, Iseul interjected.

“...and he did not learn by watching porn.”

“You mean..?” Iseul was almost holding her breath out of excitement.

“I do mean. His touching, his kissing…”, you gestured with your hands. “The bed, the kitchen, the floor, the shower… Sweet Mother Mary he’s good!”

Iseul stared blankly for a moment, then slid off her chair for comical effect.

“I’m happy for you”, she said in a monotonous voice before she cracked up. “Seriously though, that’s some prime beef. Most guys don’t know how to fuck. Like know.”

“No, you’re right, Is. I got myself some prime pork”, you giggled, acutely aware of the cringey metaphor.

The bathroom door opened; it was Tony coming out of the shower.

“I thought I heard cackling from the hens. ‘Zup, Y/N?”

“When Y/N leaves we’re having sex on the floor,” Iseul informed him.

He raised his eyebrows, then laughed:

“Does this have anything to do with Mr. Romance..?”

“Damn right it does..! My girl’s telling me she’s been cirque du soleiled all weekend while we’ve been watching reruns of “Survivor”..!”

“Did you hit your head or summin’ - we had sex this morning”, Tony reminded her, putting his palms up.

“Yeah, but not in a sixty-nine formation while juggling squirrels and solving relativity equations..!”

She had the both of you roaring with her descriptive monologue of what she felt was lacking in the bedroom.

“Ey, Tony. I didn’t say anything like that,”, you defended yourself. “She already had that shit in her head…”

“Believe me, I know. But you do seem to have a special way to unlock them…”

¤¤

Your time spent with Kyungsoo seemed far longer than just a weekend, which made going to work feel extra drab. Luckily, you worked nights which allowed you to have more free time than the regular nine to five, and with him working evenings and nights your schedules weren’t a bad match at all. You’d managed to see each other two times during the week, and the other days you’d talk on the phone or send text messages to one another. But nothing beat the feeling of being off work completely, and when you saw him waiting to pick you up on Friday morning your stomach made such cartwheels it almost scared you. Wasn’t it too soon?

You hadn’t wasted a minute when you got back to his flat; it was clothes off, straight to bed. You didn’t fall asleep right after as the sun was coming up and you were still excited about seeing each other.

“I love the way your nipples feel against my chest, you know when they’re barely touching it”, he said stroking one of them with his thumb “And like this. When they go hard in my hand.” He wasn’t trying to work you up, he was just telling you how he felt.“Have you been like this with someone this fast?”

“Every weekend...”

“Every weekend?”, he said and got on top of you, kissing you all over while laughing.”Then I better get my fill now, since I’m about to be traded in.”

He stopped and hovered, looking you straight in the eyes. The mood changed.

“Here, sit up”, he said and put your legs around him.

The way he looked at you made you feel awkward. Not uncomfortable, just awkward, so you looked everywhere else but at him.

“No, let me”, he said, lifting your head.

You knew what he was doing, so you tried to hold his gaze.

“You’re beautiful.”

You couldn’t help but to go from a silly smile into a giggle and Kyungsoo harmonized with his deep rumbling laughter.

“You’re so beautiful” he reiterated, giving you shallow, juicy kisses.

#kyungsoo #kyungsoo fluff #kyungsoo smut #kyungsoo imagines

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somedayonbroadway · 4 years

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aaa hii! i was wondering if you could do the hercules au, please? thank youuu 💕

Hello, friends! This is an AU based off of @racetrackhigg original Mood Boards that you can find right here!

Hercules AU

Characters

Spot Conlon — Hercules

Racetrack Higgins — Megara

Jack Kelly — Phil

William Snyder — Hades

Morris Delancey and Oscar Delancey — Pain and Panic

Also, DeMarius Copes is all of the Muses. He just is.

So…

We are basing this off of the Disney rendition of Hercules, for the most part, even though their telling of this tale is very much modified for younger viewers. I mean, who are they kidding? The Greek Gods aren’t the loving, family friendly types that Disney tried to trick us into thinking they were when we were children, but it’s fine. We’re gonna roll with this, maybe change a little bit of it. And it is going to take place in modern day (excluding quarantine, because in fantasy worlds, worldwide quarantines don’t exist) because, why the heck not?

Back when the world was new, the planet earth was down on its luck. Chaos reigned and earthquakes and volcanoes ran amok. But then along came Zeus.

Ya’ll know the song.

There’s a party on Olympus, one of great importance. A son has been born to Zeus and Hera. A son they’ve named Hercules. Every single God shows up to celebrate the child’s birth and congratulate the ruling couple of Olympus who is adored by all but one; Zeus’s brother Hades.

Despite typically never leaving his kingdom, Hades has made a special exception on this joyous occasion to meet his new nephew, a new golden boy who is showered in gold and glitter already, although only having been born the day before. Zeus had even fashioned the child his very own flying horse, which he calls a Pegasus. Everyone adores the child and Hades dismisses him, looking disgusted at his very existence.

See, Hades knew something that the other gods didn’t. Hades just so happens to be great friends with the fates. He had a meeting with them prior to this celebration he had never intended on going to. The sisters explained to him that the great plan he’d been wielding could be successful, that one day the planets would align, making way for his rule over Olympus and then Earth. There was only one problem.

Hercules.

That fateful day when those planets aligned would be eighteen years from that very night. Hercules’s eighteenth birthday. And on that day, should Hercules fight, Hercules would win.

Hades saw only one solution. If there was no Hercules, there was no fight.

On Olympus, Hades has all eyes on, giving his two right hand men the opportunity to hide on the great mountain and wait out until nightfall where they would steal the child and force him to drink a potion that would make him mortal.

That night, chaos erupts among the Gods and Zeus cries, sending a storm down onto Earth as Hades men carry out his plan, taking the baby down to the land below and forcing the potion down his throat, knowing that he must drink every last drop to become truly mortal so that they can kill him.

Unfortunately for them, a young couple comes running when they hear a baby cry. The two henchmen drop the potion before the child can finish it and shapeshift into snakes before going to bite the kid and kill him. Having not drunk the whole potion, however, Hercules held onto the strength he’d been born with and was able to protect himself from the two monsters, sending them slithering back to their master.

He then gets taken in by the couple who’d been praying for a baby that they were unable to have. They claim him as their own and name him Sean. Sean Conlon.

The occupants of Mt. Olympus are crushed at the news of their prince becoming mortal. Still, they carried on, watching as their Hercules was raised from afar in a city that never slept, one he grew up to adore. Brooklyn, New York.

Growing up for young Sean, however, was anything but easy. With a physical strength he couldn’t begin to understand or control, he seemed to make a mess anywhere he went. People were wary of him. Kids his own age didn’t like him and he so he didn’t like them. He closed himself off from the world and hid himself away, only entrusting his parents with the fear that he didn’t belong there, that he was too different. It was beginning to get to the point that people were truly frightened of him and his abilities.

Sean didn’t have any friends. He didn’t have a phone. He didn’t need one. He didn’t have anyone to talk to. Girls would sometimes get flustered when they saw him because of the muscles he seemed to get from nowhere, but the second they realized he was the freak he was, they ran the other way. Sean didn’t mind. He could never look at the girls the way the first looked at him.

Eventually, while accompanying his father downtown, he destroys an entire building. He doesn’t understand what’s wrong with him. So his parents finally came clean. They admit to him for the first time how they found him, how he was all alone and already had these abilities that they didn’t understand. He asks them why they never told him and they don’t have an answer. They can only offer him a small necklace that had been around his neck when they’d stumbled upon him, one written in Ancient Greek. One that Sean can read, having never read Greek in his life.

It says Hercules.

Running off, feeling scared and alone and so confused, Sean finds himself wandering into the woods where he is met by a man wearing a white suit with a golden tie. The man claims to be Zeus, his father.

Initially laughing at this, Sean tries to leave, but is pulled back by an invisible force as Zeus takes him in, studying his face for the first time in nearly eighteen years. He looks happy to see him and tells Sean what happened, how he had been stolen from his home and in order to return, needed to prove himself to the gods. Sean is still a bit skeptical until Zeus whistles for a horse to come out of the shadows.

It isn’t until Sean sees Pegasus that he thinks there might be some truth to this man’s story. All his life he’d been obsessed with what he’d thought was a mythical creature. He’d made drawings of it, studied their mythology, had even learned to ride horses when he was young.

Pegasus missed him.

While reuniting with his old friend, Zeus tells Sean of a man he needs to meet in order to ensure his return to Olympus, where he belongs. He described the man as the son of a demigod, one who trains heroes and teaches them how to hone their skills and use them for the greater good. So Sean takes Pegasus up into the air, going to seek out this man, Jack Kelly.

When he manages to find the man’s apartment with Zeus’s help, he lands Pegasus down on the roof and knocks on the man’s apartment door.

The man is less than willing to open it up for him.

Jack tells him to go away, obviously not much of a people person. But Sean persists, finally calling out that he needs help and that Jack was the only one who’d be able to do such a thing.

Recognizing this desperate plea, Jack reluctantly opens up the door, asking what Sean wanted. To Sean’s surprise, the man is very young, probably only five years older than himself. When Sean admits he needs someone to teach him how to be a hero, Jack tells him that he’s closed for business and would never reopen.

That’s when Sean begs him for help, claiming to be the son of Zeus. He explains that he never fit in on Earth and needs Jack’s help to make it to Olympus. Jack has the same reaction Sean had to the news. He laughs, not believing it. Not until he hears lightning crackle outside.

With no other choice than to believe him, Jack tells Sean that he’s not the first kid that had come knocking on his door. Jack explains, while painting a picture of a girl that lives in the apartment across from him that he’s fallen madly in love with despite never having spoken to her, that his father assigned him with the task of training new heroes and keeping them safe on their quests and adventures, something Jack loathed greatly as he wished to have his own life and go on adventures. However, after one hero in training had been reckless and stupid, a demigod, son of Ares, he’d died, making his father angry.

Jack had been cursed after that day. He can’t die. He can’t age. Most people would consider immortality a blessing, but Jack explains that it’s not a blessing when he’s been trapped in New York City, unable to leave as there were invisible barriers specially catered to keep him inside. He’d always dreamed of running away and seeing the world, and it was as though that dream was being dangled right in front of him, just out of his reach. He’d been stuck in an endless cycle of nothingness for years and he didn’t want it to get worse. But Sean makes Jack a deal. If he were to train him, he’d ask his father to lift Jack’s curse and allow him to continue aging and growing like normal while also being able to see the world.

So Jack agrees, still skeptical, but slightly hopeful. He tells Sean that they would begin the next night in the woods where Sean had met Zeus and he better not screw this up for either of them.

To Jack’s surprise, Sean is a much better hero than he’d originally thought. He admires the boy’s strength and endurance and constantly tries to push Sean to his limits to see how much he can take. He never found a breaking point. He teaches Sean how to use a sword as well as a gun, he trains him mentally and physically for every situation he can. He explains that his own strong suit is knife throwing and archery. Sean begins to look up to Jack and treat him more as a friend than anything else. He likes Jack. Jack is the first person who didn’t go running the second he’d walked into a room.

So after weeks of training and testing, Jack tells Sean it’s time for the real deal. They’re gonna go see what Sean can do in the real world to help real people. Sean asks how they’re gonna do that and Jack replies with “Have you eva’ walked around New York?”

They begin to explore, trying to find any kind of trouble they can until they stumble onto an alley where a young man, about Sean’s age, is struggling to get away from an older guy who’s literally pinning the kid to the wall. Jack tries to help Sean come up with some kind of plan before Sean just runs off, leading Jack to resign himself to the fact that he’s doomed and his curse will never be lifted.

Sean goes in and demands the man get off only to find that when the man turns around, he’s got three eyes and a snake's tongue. Sean pulls out a knife only for the kid to tell him that he can handle himself, calling Sean “Wonder Boy” before the monster in front of him throws him to the ground and punches Sean in the stomach, sending him flying back into a wall. Jack can only watch from afar, not allowed to help any hero in his battle.

The monster turns back to the boy who tries to scramble away. It is clear to Sean that the monster is trying to take advantage of the kid sexually. So he steps back up, plunging his knife into the monster’s back before picking him up and throwing him into the opposite wall. He then scoops the boy up into his arms and rushes him over to Jack.

Jack immediately tries to check the kid over to make sure he’s okay, but the boy just seems mildly annoyed, making sarcastic comments about how The Incredible Hulk over there just saved a damsel in distress while he watches Sean fight the monster with the hell of Pegasus who helps him kill the thing.

Realizing that this other boy was genuinely concerned for him, the blond kid softens just a little as Sean walks back over to him. He introduces himself as Antonio, or Race as his friends call him. At least they would, if he had any. He calls Sean a variety of flirtatious names as he thanks him, including “Spot” because of Sean’s freckles. Spot introduces himself as Sean Conlon, or Hercules as he’d been named by his godly father. He offers Race a ride to anywhere he wants to go on Pegasus, but Race refuses, admitting that he’s terrified of heights and is a big boy that can take care of himself, but still thanks Spot for coming to his rescue.

Sean falls a little bit for him much too quickly and much too easily before Race gives him a wink and a wave and walks off, seemingly fine.

Jack then tells Sean how stupid he is before leading him off further into the night and forcing Sean to listen to him even though the boy’s mind clearly kept drifting off to the mysterious stranger he’d just met.

Meanwhile, Race is off to the woods where he is met by two young men he refers to as Morris and Oscar and Hades himself, who is wearing a grey suit and a blood red tie. Morris and Oscar force Race to bow to the god after the boy initially doesn’t. Race fights all the way until Hades snaps his fingers and forces him to submit, having full control of the boy’s body anytime he wants it.

The king of the underworld asks Race why he doesn’t have the monster that he had requested an audience with by his side and Race explains that the monster made him an offer he had to refuse. Hades takes the boy by the chin. He loves to manhandle Race whenever he can, reveling in the fact that the kid would fight back against his hold only to have nowhere else to go. He tells Race that instead of removing two years from his sentence, he’ll be adding two on. In attempts to save himself, the kid blames the stranger who’d saved him, calling him Hercules.

Morris and Oscar, the shapeshifters originally responsible for the murder of Hercules, pale at this as their master burns with rage. Hades demands to know what happened after his servants lied to him only to turn to Race and tell him that he still had use for him. Race rolls his eyes, still defiant after nearly three years. Still, he has no choice but to do as he’s told.

A couple of days after rescuing Race from the ally, Spot and Jack are once again exploring the city, trying to find more trial runs for Sean, who Jack has taken to calling “Spot” to tease him. Spot’s doing rather well, especially considering he hadn’t died yet. So Jack is ready to start getting him attention before they hear a commotion in front of them.

Race rushes towards them, near in hysterics. He is relieved at the sight of Spot and begins begging him for help, stating that two little kids got trapped under a collapsed overpass. Without even waiting for Jack’s help, he whistles for Pegasus who reveals himself to the world in broad daylight and Race hesitates, still terrified of heights, but Spot grabs him and puts him on the back of the flying horse, asking him where to go. Race clings to him as he screams out street names.

Jack is understandably annoyed at being left behind and is forced to run in order to meet them at their destination.

Meanwhile, Spot lands Pegasus and Race crumbles to the ground, nearly vomiting as his entire body is trembling from being up so high.

Spot manages to get two small children to safety and does not stop them as they run off, unbeknownst to him, right to Hades.

Race crawls over to a nearby wall to support himself as he catches his breath and silently prays for Spot to get out of there while he still can.

A crowd gathers nearby, applauding Spot as they’ve just witnessed his heroism. Jack runs up to find Spot unsure of what to do. Before Jack can help him a hiss falls over the crowd. He pales before trying to scream at Spot to get out of the way, but the minute he reaches for Spot’s sword, his hand is burned. He’s not allowed to help.

So Spot grabs his own sword, turning around to find a monster rising from the fallen overpass. Jack recognizes it as a Hydra. Spot just starts swinging at it. After cutting off one head, he believes the fight to be over only for the thing to grow back with two other heads at its sides.

Race can do nothing but watch as Spot is nearly beaten and eaten alive by this monster he’d lured him to. He is horrified at himself, finding that he actually likes Spot. The guy is sweet and loyal, but Race knows he can’t fall for him. He knows he can’t.

Spot continues cutting the Hydra’s heads, even as Jack yells at him to stop.

Hades is watching from afar with a grin on his face. He is ready for the Hydra to kill the only thing standing between him and his eternal rule, but Spot manages to burn the monster alive, effectively killing it.

Race is relieved at that and barely manages to hide a smile as he saunters back up to Hades who is furious at the turn of events.

After this, Spot is made famous throughout the world, having been on camera whilst fighting the Hydra. He is asked for interviews, he’s given money, he’s made a hero in the eyes of the public.

This goes on for months.

Spot revels in the light of being the main attraction after being an outcast for so long. Jack is annoyed with him, but sticks by his side as his own life depends on it. Eventually, Jack just starts to roll along with it all as it becomes more and more stressful for Spot to keep up with his own fame as he continues his training and continues fighting monsters. It becomes abundantly clear to Jack how protective he’s becoming over the younger boy and he doesn’t like it, so he gets harder on Spot and pushes him further, only tiring Spot out faster.

Race watches every minute of it, finding himself enthralled by the man who’d saved him all those nights ago.

Hades, however, is not happy in the least. His two servants have given up and his slave is falling for the boy who would be his undoing. Race teases him smugly, telling him that he might as well accept defeat. This just makes the god even more angry. So Hades orders Race to find him a weakness. Race laughs at him.

So Hades reminds him why he’s there in the first place. He retells the boy the story of a child, a merely fourteen years old runaway who’d fallen in love with another, three years older than him. When the elder boy had tried to prove himself to the gods, he’d gotten fatally wounded and Hades had come to collect him. Unable to cope with the loss of his love, the child who knew nothing about the gods or love, for that matter, begged and pleaded for the god of death to take him instead. The god accepted, letting the not-so-heroic-hero live in exchange for the other boy’s soul for the next hundred years. Finding out what the young child had done, the resurrected hero ran off, finding another to worship the ground he walked on while the boy who’d given everything to save him rotten in possession of Hades, the cruelest god there was.

Race insists that he remembers and that he’d learned his lesson and would not be making the same mistake twice. So Hades hands Race a cellphone with a picture of Spot on it and explains to him as though he were a child that all he needed was to know what Spot’s weakness was. Race does not respond. So Hades leans in close to his ear and promises Race the one thing he craved above all else in exchange for this simple task.

His freedom.

Race drops the phone at the words, having never expected to hear them outloud. So he does as he’s told.

Back with Spot and Jack, Jack is trying to work out Spot’s schedule while Spot wallows alone in his mansion after speaking to his father in the forest again. His father tells him that he has not yet proved himself worthy and must still remain on earth.

Breaking into the giant house, Race finds Spot who is relieved to see him after so long. He asks Spot if he wants to get out of here. Spot is hesitant, because he’s supposed to meet with Jack for training, but Race convinces him to take a night off and run away with him.

And Spot can’t say no.

Exploring the city, Race flirts with Spot and Spot is the perfect gentleman, only making life so much harder for Race who wishes that this boy could’ve just been a jerk who deserved all of this. Spot buys him flowers and makes him laugh and makes him feel free for the first time in years.

While they’re walking, Race accidentally trips, falling right into Spot’s arms. Spot carries him to a bench to inspect Race’s ankle even though the other boy insists that he’s fine. He explains that he has weak ankles and flirtatiously inquires if Spot has any to which Spot replies he doesn’t think he does and he scoops Racer up again, putting him back on his feet to make sure Race is okay. They dance beneath the stars for a long moment before Jack flies overhead on Pegasus and jumps down in between them.

He screams at Spot and tells him he’ll be training like hell for the next week and he warns Race to stay away, feeling bad about it later as there’s something in Race’s eyes that tells him this was not the whole story.

Spot gives Race a kiss goodnight and leaves and Jack goes to follow him before feeling too guilty and turning back to apologize. And he accidentally hears a conversation he was not meant to hear.

When Race is alone, he has a sinking feeling in his chest and feels as though he’s floating on air all at once. He knows he has fallen for this new hero and he stares at the flowers Spot gave him before he is forced to stand by the air around him and he looks up to find his master waiting in front of him.

Race tells the god that he quits, that he won’t keep doing this. Hades only laughs and cruelly reminds the boy that he owns his mind, soul and body and Race has no choice in the matter. The boy tried to explain that Spot doesn’t have any weaknesses. He says it proudly, blushing as he twirls the flowers around in his hand.

That’s when it hits Hades. He smugly tells Race that he is sorely mistaken and snaps his finger, vanishing right along with the boy.

Having only heard a small piece of the conversation, Jack rushes to warn Spot who calls him a liar and a jealous, ungrateful loser who will never be able to talk to the girl that he’s in love with. Hurt by this, Jack leaves, knowing he’s not wanted or needed anymore. It shouldn’t matter to him what happened next.

Spot goes outside to train, trying to blow off some steam, knowing he needs to apologize to Jack but not fully knowing how to.

There’s a man waiting outside. One that Spot recognizes.

The man’s name is William Snyder, a business man who’d been around town for the past couple of months. Spot had no idea that Snyder was a god, just like him. Hades, to be clear.

Hades begins talking to Spot about his heroism and strength and says he wants to offer him a deal. Spot initially refuses, trying to walk away only for Hades to reveal that he has leverage. With a snap of his fingers, a stunned and scared looking Race appears right in front of him. Race tries to run to him, trying to tell him not to listen to this man, but Hades waves his hand and Race goes silent, chains wrapping around his body and mouth immediately, rendering him helpless.

Hades then snaps Race to him and manhandles him, trying to enrage Spot even more. He tells Spot that if he doesn’t want to hear the deal, he’ll just take Race and keep him like that forever, claiming he likes Race in chains better than anything else. So Spot agrees to hear Hades out, all the while asking him to let Race go.

Hades grins and tells Spot to consider giving up his strength for a day, the next day, in order to save Race. Spot asks if people are going to get hurt in which Snyder simply smiles. So Spot asks that Race be left out of it. Hades gives his word that no harm will come to Race should Spot accept.

So Spot accepts, shaking the gods hand to finalize it and falling to his knees as his strength is drained from him.

For a moment, Race is left in chains as Hades has his fun knocking around the mighty Hercules. But Spot croaks out that he has to let the boy go, to which the god laughs. He complies, saying to Race that a deal was a deal and that he was now free of his sentence before he draws Race to him and gloats to Spot about what a wonderful little actor the boy was.

Race struggles against him, trying to get away and explain, but Spot just walks away, heartbroken.

Though his strength is gone, Spot still feels obligated to fight against whatever attack was headed for them. He goes on his own to the center of the city where the titans have begun to roam free after Hades released them. Though the crowd cheers at his arrival it is quickly made apparent that he is no match for these monsters and he will not win this fight.

After trying and failing to stop Spot from fighting, Race rushes off to find Pegasus. His legs are already shaking in fear just looking at the thing that had been bound by Hades before. He releases it and Pegasus senses that something is wrong, so he allows Race to climb onto his back. Race screams when they take to the air.

Finding Jack wandering around, oblivious to the takeover happening behind him, Race begs him for help. Jack initially refuses, revealing to the boy that he knew who Race worked for. Race quickly explains the situation to Jack and Jack takes the reins, flying out to find a passed out Spot in the middle of the chaos. He ignores the burning of his arms and scoops Spot up, flying him to safety so Race can plead with him to wake up.

When Spot does eventually wake up, he scrambles away from Race only for Jack to tell him that this wasn’t Race's fault and he still needed to fight. They couldn’t let Hades win. So Spot goes out to fight again only to get knocked down in front of a car speeding to get away. Race panics and rushes to push him out of the way, taking the hit instead nearly getting stomped on by the titan Before Spot screams and rushes to his rescue, catching the Titan’s foot before it can kill Race.

Jack rushes in to get Race out of the danger and Race lets him, curling into him in pain.

Not understanding what happened, Spot rushes to the boy he quite possibly loves who explains to him that Hades promised he wouldn’t get hurt and he had. The deal had been broken.

Hesitant to leave Race, Spot looks to Jack for help. Jack promises to stay with Race while Spot rushes off and fights.

That’s when Race starts crying. It’s the first time he shows weakness in front of Jack and Jack can’t help but cry along with him, trying to promise him that everything’s gonna be okay even though they both know it won’t. As he starts coughing up blood, Race begs Jack not to let him die alone and Jack holds his hand and pets his hair back, promising him that he’d be right there the whole time.

Race is scared when he dies. His cries about not being able to breathe and can’t move without being in pain. It’s the most heartbreaking thing Jack had ever witnessed. When Race takes his last breath, Jack presses a kiss to his forehead and closes the boy's eyes for him, hugging him to his chest and telling him how sorry he was.

Flying up to Olympus with Pegasus, Spot frees the gods who are being held captive by the Titans and helps them trap the monsters once again before flying after Hades who tries to get away. It’s only when Spot remembers Race that he stops, rushing back down to earth where he finds Jack crying over Race’s body.

So Spot does what he has to do, even as Jack begs him to come back. He flies down to the underworld (how he knows where to go? I don’t know… but he does. Maybe he walked a long way, around the back. That ain’t easy walkin’, Jack. It ain’t for the sensitive of souls— oh wait…) and demands that Hades tell him where Race’s soul is.

Still smug and arrogant as ever, Hades reveals Race’s soul in the River Styx and tells Spot that he is more than willing to let Spot dive down for him. It’s only after Spot does so that Hades calls after him any mortal to enter the river will die.

Spot swims down for Race’s lifeless soul. It breaks his heart to see the boy so lifeless. As he reaches for him, a power surges through his body, making it easier to move and breathe. He pulls Race to him and holds him in his arms, stepping out of that river as a god with the love of his life in his arms. When Hades goes to stop him, Spot punches him down and walks out with Race’s souls, climbing onto Pegasus again and flying back to New York, where Jack still sat with an unmoving Race on the sidewalk. Everyone else was so busy with their own concerns, no one paid them a second glance.

Returning his soul to his body, Spot waits patiently and Jack watches with so much hope in his eyes it hurts. But then there’s a glorious sound of someone taking in a gulp of air.

Race opens his eyes.

He launches himself at Spot who holds him tightly in response and Jack laughs in relief at the sight, letting Race hug him too before Spot confesses he has to go. Race refuses to let him go so Spot takes him along, flying back up to Olympus where he is greeted as a god and Race is left standing awkwardly all alone at the gates, proud of the other boy, but sad that he may never see him again.

But Spot kneels before his father, asking to be blessed with mortality so that he can live his life with Race and Jack. He asks that his father lift Jack’s curse and allow them to live in peace because he finally found where he belonged.

Zeus, although a bit sad, agrees, and sends Spot and Race back to Earth where they meet Jack and take him to the border of New York to show him he is no longer cursed.

Race and Spot and Jack are friends for the rest of their lives. Spot reconnects with his adoptive parents. Race and Spot get married. Jack finally meets the girl he’d fallen for and marries her.

And they all live happily ever after.

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This is how Onawa told her closest parental figures, Guy and Cat, that she was pregnant. Also Tye lives with Onawa and Roy until he gets enough money to live on his own (which doesn’t happen until Roynawa’s kid is a year old)

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“Roy! What did I say about leaving your damn arrows everywhere?!” Roy winced when he heard Onawa snap at him from the living room.

“Sorry, Ona-“

“No! What did I say?” His wife stormed over and threw the arrows at him. “Huh? Tell me.”

“You said stop leaving them everywhere-“

“That’s correct. And what did you do?”

“I left my arrows everywhere-“

“That’s what I thought.” She huffed. “Now hurry up with the dishes. They’ll be here any min-“

Her head snapped around when she heard the doorbell ring, and Roy watched from the sink as she quickly straightened everything in the house with her powers, and rushed to the door.

“Oh, it’s just you.” Onawa grumbled and turned back to continue cleaning.

“Hello to you too, sis.” Tye scoffed, letting himself in. “Geez, no need to be rude.”

“I’m sorry.” Onawa sighed, running a hand through her hair as she teared up. “Oh great! Now I’m crying! Thanks a lot, Tye!”

“What did I do?” Tye blinked.

“Word of advice, don’t tell a pregnant woman she’s being rude.” Roy said as he wrapped Onawa in a hug, who was now full on crying, which didn’t happen often.

“Oh, uh...Sorry, O.”

“It’s not your fault, I’m being annoying.” Onawa wiped her face, then shoved Roy off her. “Don’t touch me.”

“How was your day?” Roy shook his head at his wife’s sudden mood swing.

“Fine, dad.” Tye tossed his bag onto the floor, but quickly picked it up when Onawa glared at him. “Sorry.”

“You better be. Put your bag in your room and shut that door. Your room is a disaster zone, I didn’t even bother.” Onawa shook her head at her brother.

“Yes, Mother.” Tye scoffed at her, but ran to his room when she once again sent him a death stare.

“Sweetheart, take a breath.” Roy advised her.

“Roy, I’m nervous. I think I have the right to be.” Onawa mumbled as she dried the last dish and put it away.

“I know, but it’s Guy and Cat. It’ll be fine.”

“But I’m telling them I’m having a child. How do you even do that?” Onawa sighed as she finally sat next to him on the couch, letting him wrap an arm around her, the cold metal making her shiver.

“Well, maybe not the same way you told me.”

“I still don’t see the problem with how I told you.”

“Okay, we’re not arguing about this again.”

“Precisely. Because I am correct and you can’t handle it.”

“Hey I-!”

“Yo, what’s for dinner?” Tye shouted from his room.

“Do I look like your personal chef?” Onawa yelled back.

Tye didn’t respond, Roy raised an eyebrow in anticipation.

“...steak.” Onawa said after awhile. “But remember Guy and Cat will be here, so you better not-“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Tye walked out of his room, not entirely paying attention to his sister. “Don’t do anything dumb.”

“Good job, you remembered.” Onawa said sarcastically, before getting up and staring at the carpet, making sure it was straight. “Now get up, this isn’t right.”

“Honey, you’ve been cleaning for like, a week straight.” Roy sighed as he got up. “And it’s Guy, have you seen his house? I’m pretty sure he’s not gonna care if, dare I say it, the couch isn’t exactly one inch apart from the rug, and perfectly aligned with the coffee table.”

“I don’t care, I want it to be perfect.” Onawa said as she slightly moved the carpet.

“Your sisters crazy.” Roy whispered to Tye.

“Well, your wife’s crazy.” Tye mumbled back, just as the doorbell rang. Onawa shoved past the two men, opening the door quickly.

“Onawa! How are you?” Guy instantly wrapped her in a bear hug.

“Good.” Onawa smiled slightly, seeing Cat standing behind him. “Hi, Cat.”

“Guy, let the poor girl go.” Cat lightly smacked his arm.

“What’s for dinner?” He set her down, ruffling Tye’s hair as he passed him, going to the fridge and helping himself to a beer.

“What a gentleman.” Cat shook her head as she shut the door behind her. “How are you, dear?”

“Fine, how are the girls? I haven’t spoken to them in awhile.” Onawa asked as she led Cat to the living room.

“They’re good. Causing trouble as always.” Cat chuckled slightly.

“Well do you want some tea?”

“Please.” Cat nodded politely.

“Tye. Boil some water.” Onawa told him.

“Do I look like your butler?” Tye mumbled, everyone widening their eyes at his boldness, which quickly dissolved when he saw the look on his sisters face.

“Tye Longshadow I swear to everything that is holy I will-“

“On it, ma’am!” Tye ran to the kitchen, not wanting to hear the rest of the threat. Roy motioned for Guy to follow him to the table, where they started talking about...whatever it is guys talk about. Onawa didn’t know, nor care.

She was nervous the whole time as she chatted with Cat, wringing her hands together, glancing at the clock and tapping her foot. Cat noticed every time she would randomly take a deep breath, shift positions or bite her lip.

“Honey, is something wrong?” Cat stopped mid sentence. Onawa shook her head quickly, but obviously something wasn’t right. “Onawa, you can tell me.”

The guys took notice, Tye and Roy exchanging a knowing glance. Onawa motioned for them to go, so they excused themselves out to the porch to grill the steak. Guy walked over and sat beside Cat, so that they were across from Onawa.

“Uh...so, um...I have...news.” Onawa mumbled quietly, trying to calm her nerves. “It’s good, it really is...um, I just uh...I’m not sure if...um...”

“Yeah?” They both looked at her, not sure whether to be worried or not.

“Honey, drink some of that, you look ready to faint.” Cat pushed the mug of tea into her hands. “Now, take a deep breath.”

Onawa nodded and followed her instructions, taking a few sips of tea before breathing in slowly.

“Okay...so...here goes, uh...I’m...I’m pregnant.” Onawa said just above a whisper, knitting her eyebrows together in worry.

Both of them stared at her, expressionless and blank, which only worried Onawa more.

“Look, I know I’m kind of young, and I only got married a year ago, but-“

“Congratulations!” Guy hollered, immediately picking her up into another bear hug. “Oh my god! I can’t believe it!”

Onawa stiffened as he hugged her, shocked at his (very aggressive) approval. She looked down at Cat, who was now crying. Onawa slipped out of Guy’s grasp and as soon as she did Cat wrapped her in a much gentler hug. Onawa started crying too, partly from the hormones and partly from relief and happiness.

“Roy! You son of a bitch, you’re gonna be a dad?!” Guy rushed outside, and you could hear Roy gasping for air from the tight hug he received. “This is so cool! Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, I will teach you everything.”

“As much as I love him and Olive and Levi, don’t listen to a word of advice that man gives you.” Cat giggled through tears.

“When have I ever?” Onawa grinned, pulling away to look at her. “Cat, I don’t know what to do. I don’t even know how to hold a baby properly, I’ve never even held one!”

“Oh, sweetie, don’t worry, I’m gonna help you.” Cat rubbed her shoulder to comfort her. “You can call me anytime, and I mean it. Do you need money? We’ll go shopping, okay? I’ll show you everything you need. When’s your next doctors appointment? If you need someone to come with you, you can call me anytime.”

“Thank you.” Onawa wiped her eyes, trying to compose herself. “I’d hate to take you up on that offer but we might need some financial help-“

“Don’t you worry about that at all, I have more than enough.” Cat shook her head.

“How do you ladies want your steak?” Roy poked his head in.

“Rare.” Onawa wiped her face. “And don’t burn it this time, Roy Harper. You understand?”

“I told you, that was because-“

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, yes ma’am.” Roy nodded. “Catrina?”

“Medium rare, please.” Cat stifled a laugh at Roy’s fear of his wife.

“Guy, lower the heat a little, we can’t risk any burning.” Roy said as soon as he went back outside.

“Cat? Can I ask a dumb question?”

“Sweetie, there aren’t any dumb questions.”

“I’m gonna get stretch marks, aren’t I?”

“Well...yeah, sweet-“

“Roy! I hate you!” Onawa whipped around towards the porch.

“I know, honey.” Roy nodded.

“I’m calling Amias and Sawyer! Maybe they can help me fix the problem you made!”

“Yes, honey.”

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