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peachesofteal · 8 months

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Oh my gosh imagine! Imagine Johnny wakes up first so naturally he goes to check on you and you’re just gone! So ofc he goes to wake up Ghost in a panic. And naturally they search the whole house before realizing that the front door is open and then they just lose it. Bc their omega isn’t just outside, she’s outside IN HEAT other alphas will jump at the chance to mate and breed what’s theirs. And poor you has no clue what’s happening. All you know is it’s hot and loud and everything is so scary and you just want Johnny & Simon to come back and take care of you and keep you safe. All you can do is sink down on your knees in the middle of the sidewalk & cry. Johnny & Simon are finally able to find you, less than a block away sobbing your poor hear out on the dirty ground and their hearts just break bc their poor sweet darling is like this. Simon just scoops you up and carries a whimpering, sobbing you back to the apartment, tucking you back into your nest and promising a hovering Johnny that they’ll discuss this with you when you wake back up.

(I’m sorry for how long this is your last post just really got me)

HEY hi hello this is 🤌 let us indulge. Takes place after this.

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18+ / MDNI / dead disco omegaverse au / Mature themes

Johnny wakes instinctively.

There’s a buzzing in the back of his mind, a gnawing, biting sound that’s fissuring across his soft tissues and down into his cerebral cortex. It’s bothering him, dragging him further and further to consciousness.

Wake up. Wake up, wake up, wake up-

“Johnny.” Of course, Simon has woken at the same time. They operate on the same circuit, same wave length, same state of being. It is no surprise that as soon as Johnny’s eyes are blinking open blearily, his partner’s, his mate’s, are doing the same.

They were so fucking tired. Not having slept in over twenty four hours, and then thrown for a loop when they got home to you, found you, suffering, terrified, in the beginning throes of your heat, hiding in the closet.

He tried not to think about what it all meant. He’s still trying.

His brain snaps to life just as Simon is sitting up, both of them groping in the dark. His hindbrain is screaming at him, urging up forward and up. Something is wrong, something is wrong, Omega, Omega-

“Darling?” Simon calls out to no answer. No sound of you breathing, or coming awake between them in the bed. No sound your whimpering, or the little soft moans that you had making in your sleep.

Your scent is still present, but not tangible. Not real.

The bed is cool in the middle. His fingers stretch across his, hoping to feel the curve of your body, the heat of your skin.

Simon’s already got the light on by the time he’s swinging his legs over the mattress.

Johnny’s heart plummets to his stomach.

You’re not in the room.

Where are you?

Simon strides over to the closet door and eases it open, crouching on his knees, brow furrowing.

You’re not there. Your scent is even older in the closet too, sour distress faded amongst clean linen.

“Si-“

“Be calm.” The other Alpha instructs, but how can he? You’re not here.

Where are you?

He bolts from the room with his mate hot on his heels. You’ll be in the kitchen, he decides. Possibly trying to eat, your mind forcing you towards nutrition in preparation for breeding. Or, you’ll be curled up on the couch, half asleep, trying to smother your noises or soothe your pain by yourself.

“Darling?” It echoes, with no response. He sniffs the air on instinct, just to confirm the worst. His fear.

You’re not in the flat.

“Fuck.” Simon growls, and Johnny turns, nearly pushing into him.

Simon stands rigid, staring at the end of the hall.

Where the front door is hanging wide open.

“No.” It’s the ghost of a whisper, denial clogging his throat. “No, no, no.” His entire body, his brain, roars.

He yells your name. Shouts it, while Simon storms back into the bedroom and nearly rips the bathroom door from its hinges to look for you.

“She could be anywhere.” Johnny is not stupid. He’s incredibly intelligent. His expertise highlights his strengths, his tactical awareness, his patience, his problem solving and critical thinking skills. He’s not some impatient, newly packed Alpha with the hindbrain of a peanut. Outside of a rut, he stays fairly in control.

Or at least, he usually is.

But right now, his instinct is hard to shove down. It’s pushing through his mouth, forming across his tongue in fearful, rage filled snarl.

His Omega, their Omega, is gone. You’re gone, and could be anywhere. You could be hurt. You could be in danger. another Alpha could have found you. Could be trying to mate you, breed you. Could be trying to take what is theirs. Could be hurting you.

You’re out there, alone. Without them.

Something desperate, something scared and worried, breaks from his mouth.

Simon’s operating within the same window. He’s practically vibrating, pheromones filling the flat with the off taste of distress.

“Get dressed.” Simon snaps, and Johnny follows him into the room, moving in lock step.

They track your scent for almost an hour before it becomes strong enough to get a lock on it. Everyone steps out of their way, shying off the sidewalk and casting curious glances towards them, but Simon stops for none of them.

He’s only focused on one thing.

Omega.

“Close.” Johnny murmurs, Simon jerks his head in confirmation. Your scent is getting more and more pungent, rotten stone fruit permeating through his skin like a sickness.

You’re scared. You’re confused, panicked.

He tries to think like you would, but if he’s being honest, he doesn’t understand you right now. He doesn’t understand anything, doesn’t know why you’ve been lying, doesn’t know what’s been happening in their own flat. He doesn’t know what drove you to leave in the middle of the night, during your heat, and it’s driving him a little insane.

Where are you? His heart weeps when he thinks about you, their little Omega, on the street somewhere. Scared. Alone.

We’re coming, darling.

It doesn’t take too much longer, after that first hour. The full strength of your scent hits them like a truck when they turn down a block, and then to their relief, and subsequent horror, they find you kneeling on the sidewalk, sobbing. Your body shaking, eyes wide with fear as an Alpha towers over you. They can smell everything, your slick, your sweat, the evidence of your too vulnerable state, and Simon wants to rip this intruder to pieces.

The knife finds his hand like it’s always belonged there. Like it was born there, like it’s an extension of his body.

“Alpha.” You sob openly, eyes glinting in recognition when you blink up at them, and his instincts scream, hindbrain urging him to slaughter this fool in front of them so that he can tuck you into his arms.

“Get the fuck away from her.” Johnny growls, and the other Alpha straightens, clearly sizing him up for a fight.

“Piss off. Found ‘er first.”

“Don’t think so.” Simon grits out, and it’s enough to give their opponent pause, his gaze darting back and forth between the two of them.

Simon lifts the knife. Just enough to catch his attention, just enough to convince him to turn tail and run.

Leave him. His scent is strong, kill him another day. Omega needs us.

Johnny’s already moving towards you as soon as the offending outsider splits, and Simon tucks the blade away. For another day.

You cry, your wailing shattering his heart, splintering across his hindbrain, forcing him down towards you.

“Darling.” They both crouch, and your hands reach, seeking, shivering in the night. “Shhh. It’s alright now, baby.” Simon’s body instinctively seeks yours, looking to provide you with safety, with comfort, to cease your crying while Johnny’s does the same, and they both press you between them, holding tight while you hyperventilate.

“Try to breathe, love. We’re here now, it’s okay.” Johnny rumbles, setting up a deep vibration from his chest, soothing harmonics radiating from his body. When you don’t calm, he looks to his mate in worry, still trying to calm you. “Alpha’s here, right here. We’re with you, darling.”

It’s clear, you’re not going to calm down out here. Your body is in fight or flight.

They need to get you back to the nest.

Johnny tugs you forward, maintaining full contact and tucking your face under his chin until Simon stands, when he bends forward and plucks you into his chest, tucking you away protectively while they trek back to the flat.

You cry, aloud, during the short trip. Sobbing into his neck, chest gasping for air while your hands try to hold onto Johnny at the same time. He tries to keep your face pressed to his gland, arms banded around your back, cradling your head to his neck. It hurts him, both of them, and Simon churns out soothing, calming pheromones in bucketloads, desperate to break through to you.

“Shhh, darling. Shhh.” He coos against your trembles, Johnny running ahead to unlock the door. They don’t even turn the lights on as they find their way into the bedroom, seeking the nest that you had previously abandoned.

When he puts you down and they pull away, you scream.

“Hey, we’re here. Everything’s alright, you’re safe now.” Johnny whispers, and then curls around you. You shiver, still reaching, and Simon molds himself along the other side, your body between them, sniffling and crying while you paw at their clothes. “She needs a bath.” Simon agrees, but he’s not sure if now is the time. Will you even let them bathe you?

“In the morning.” You need water, and food. It’s probably too late to even try to delay the rest of it, though he’s not sure either of them should be trying to fuck you in this state.

“What are we going to do?” Johnny worries aloud, voice teetering with anxiety. Simon knows that he’s scared, unraveling, only keeping himself at bay because you’re in his arms.

“In the morning, Johnny.” Simon reaches, stroking along the Alpha’s gland to soothe him, settle him.

He shifts, pushing off the pile to go to the kitchen and your scent spikes, noxious panic singing out into the room. You whimper, eyes peering through the dark at him, one hand clutching onto where Johnny has you pressed to his back, his mouth lapping over your gland, again and again, and the other, reaching for Simon.

“Alright, alright. I’m here, we’re here darling. We’ve got you.”

He folds your small fingers into his grip, sinking into the nest as he too, presses his lips to your neck to soothe you, strengthening your instincts until you’re softening, small whimpers purring in your chest.

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lemon-boy-stan · 5 months

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BIRTHDAYS - DILUC RAGNVINDR

Summary: Diluc's always hated birthdays, but ever since he's been with you, they've gotten better. Genre: angst, fluff, light smut, family themes. Warnings: alcohol consumption, mention of family member death, slight alcoholism, sad themes at the start (it gets better I swear), sex, pretty vanilla but still MDNI, unprotected sex, foreplay, breeding, pregnancy before marriage. A/N: I should have saved this for his birthday LMFAO but I WANT YOU ALL TO SUFFER. PS. I have several requests in my inbox and I will get to them, I promise, just have been facing a writer's block so I wrote this to get out of it!! Hope you enjoy this for now.

Diluc hated birthdays; ever since his eighteenth when his father died, but he knew you loved them. Diluc never drank, but on his birthday, he always found himself pouring glass after glass of wine, drinking the bitter liquid, staring ahead at the crackling fire.

The first birthday he spent with you, he forgot you lived with him.

He expected the house to be empty again, it's ghosts roaming the halls, maybe the faraway sounds of the maids cleaning before they go home. Diluc only ever drank grape juice, and watched with disdain whenever he saw someone drinking an alcoholic beverage.

It was late at night when you came back to the Winery, the maids greeting you at the door. "Luc!" Your loud, happy voice sang, a wave of confusion flowing over him.

"Happy Twenty-Fourth Birthday, Master Diluc!" You chirped, finding him at the long dining table, running up to him and flinging your arms around him, before smelling the wine on the table, on his lips. "Master Diluc?" You murmured softly.

He let out an angry, slurred sound. Your eyes began to brighten, and you bit your cheek to stop yourself from crying. "Master Diluc," you said softly, "what's wrong? Why are you drinking? You hate alcohol."

He grumbled wordlessly, "couldn't save him." His eyes bright and firey red, he looked close to tears. He reached for the bottle, pouring the glass for probably the nth time that night. As soon as he filled the glass, you snatched the bottle.

He was glaring at you now, and not his reflection in the window above the fireplace. Good. "Give it back," he hissed, the words slurred. "I'm not arguing, YN, give it back now." His bright, red eyes could've scared away an Abyss Mage, but not you.

You shrugged, finishing the bottle in one drink. The alcohol hit you like a freight train. You didn't drink alot, only on special occasions or when you were invited to drink with your friends, but even still, you were a lightweight.

You lost your balance and fell, crashing to the ground, body hitting the newly-cleaned floorboards of the mansion.

Diluc roared, the sound rattling the walls of the Winery as he jumped out of his chair, the legs squealing on the floor. He didn't care about the scratches.

"ADELINE!" His voice shook through the house and the maid came running to him, no longer dressed in her work clothes, "yes, Master Diluc?" He finally let the tears fall from his eyes. "Get a doctor," he breathed shakily, "now. Please."

Diluc did not drink on his twenty-fifth birthday, instead, he sat with you outside on the roof, watching the stars fly by. He brought you up through the window in the attic; "Kaeya and I used to come up here as kids." It was a very big window.

He turned to you, "do you want children?" Taking your hand, which was cold even though you were wearing his big, red coat. You smiled at him, "I want everything with you, Master Diluc." He smiled back, leaning in to kiss you.

"I didn't know you wanted children," you whispered softly into his lips, his coat making the tiles of the roof more comfortable. "I want them to look like you," he murmured, sliding his hand between your legs, "I want them to have your pretty voice." He kissed your lips, moaning and moving down to your neck.

"Oh, but Master Diluc, won't people be able to hear us?" But you arched your back nonetheless. He smirked, "it's my birthday, love." Brushing his finger against your panties softly. You moaned quietly, "mpph, oh, okay... If you insist... Nggh,"

"I'm going to give you my children," he purred softly, "and then I'm going to marry you." You moaned even louder at this, "oh, Master Diluc." And he chuckled softly, "you like that?" You nodded, "yes, Master Diluc, please." But all he did was smile, "'please' what, hmm? Be specific." Digging his finger into the fabric of your panties.

You moaned again, louder this time. "Please fuck me," you whined. He smirked, "I said be specific, dear." You clenched the coat with your hands, "please breed me, Master Diluc. I want to have your children, please." He smiled again, "good girl."

On Diluc's twenty-sixth birthday, you finally decided to tell him. It was a Friday, and you stayed at home with him the whole day rather than going out to do errands (the maids often did the errands, but you enjoyed going shopping. It was calming.), eating a delicious meal prepared by Adeline, no wine.

He was enjoying his birthday more this year. He was happy, but he was always talking about how he liked throwing parties in the Winery because it was always empty. Two people was a small amount for such a big house.

The other day you caught him at the store, looking at baby shoes. You'd thought you'd blown it already. "Aren't they so cute?" He bounded up to you. "Let's have a baby. Please." Archons, how were you supposed to hide it now??? You smiled and shook your head, "one day, Diluc."

Diluc turned to you, looking up from his meal. "Are you alright, dear?" You smiled at him, nodding. "I have... Another surprise," you said slowly, watching him. He smiled, "you've already outdone yourself with the presents, my love."

"It's... Kind of a present," you looked down at the table, smiling. You took the test from your pocket, sliding it over to him.

He spent a good five seconds staring at it before snapping his head up. Diluc never cried, but tonight there were tears falling from his red eyes. "You're pregnant?" He whispered, as if it was too good to be true. You smiled, "yes," he blinked, pulling you close to him, "Archons! You're pregnant! I'm gonna be a dad! We have to get married! I just can't believe it! How?... When?..." You giggled softly, so, so relieved that he was happy, burying your head into his neck.

"Three weeks ago," you said, "I was feeling a bit sick so I went to the doctor... They told me to take a test." Diluc cocked his head. Ever since his birthday last year you'd been trying, but no such luck. "But how..." He was in awe. You blushed, "remember that night where you got jealous of that random bard flirting with me while you were working?"

Diluc scowled, "oh. Him. But still..." You giggled, hitting him softly on the shoulder, "remember what you did to me after?" And now Diluc was blushing. "But how on earth did you hide it from me?" You grinned, "I have my ways, Master Diluc. You're not the only one who's got secrets!" Diluc kissed you firmly, "Oh, this is fabulous. Archons! I can't believe it... I really can't! ADELINE!"

The maid came running in, clearly still traumatised from last year. "Master Diluc! Is Miss YN quite alright? What's wrong?" Diluc shook his head, "no, nothing of the sort. Please send out a message to everyone! Tell them to come over immediately, we're celebrating!"

Adeline smiled, "a birthday celebration? I'm sure Miss Jean and Mr. Kaeya would love to -" but Diluc beamed, cutting her off. "No, no! Something much better! My beautiful girlfriend is pregnant! We're going to have children!" He looked so unbelievably happy.

Adeline's face lit up, "well, of course! A party surely must be in order... I'll deliver the message right away and call the other maids to help set up! Oh, congratulations, Master Diluc! This is wonderful news!"

You sighed happily, resting your head against his shoulder as Adeline ran off to send the message. Diluc gripped your hand, "I can't believe it. You have no idea how happy this makes me... We're going to have children! My... This is the best birthday ever."

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rosesbxrry · 1 year

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I’ve got my eyes on you

Pairing: Boyfriend! Heeseung X Fem! Reader X Roommate! Jake

Genre: Smut🔞 (Minors DNI), Heeseung and reader have a established relationship, Roommate AU!

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap it), Hard Dom! Heeseung, Sub! Reader, Jake is like neutral, threesome, double penetration, anal sex, voyeurism, nipple play, squirting, cum eating, clit play and slapping, dirty talking, slut shaming, degradation, blowjob, degradation, multiple orgasm, cream pie, dacryphilia, overstimulation, fingering, Heeseung being mean. Hopefully I didn’t miss out anything else.

Summary: Jake has always loved capturing the beauty in any subject, the camera being his appendage for as long as he could remember. But pursuing what he loves in college didn’t end as well as he thought before he met the two of you, the couple who would change his black-and-white perspective for years to come.

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Jake was always told that he had an eye for art.

Aligning the clear lens near to his right eye while the other shut closed, feeling the robust outline of the camera weighing his arms as he brings it up and the subtle tap on the flat button before—

Snap

He took a picture worth a thousand words.

From photography to filmography, Jake’s aptitude talent to be able to capture the nuances of angles and depth earned him a scholarship from a rather prestigious college to further his education.

Succumbing to the naivety of pursuing his skill in a more formal method, his passion for the art had been confined in a small defined box. The initial gratification and contentment of crafting a piece of pure refinery were moulded into the rules of academic guidelines.

He might abide by his philosophy, but he’s not stupid to flop his studies.

The semesters were filled with bleak and gruelling days— suffering through classes, assignments and professors that seemed to come and go. Nevertheless, he thought that he would spend his roaring twenties enjoying life and creating projects, with the possibility of doing a gallery show to display pieces of his creation to the world.

What seemed to be a rock bottom situation has graced him with the silver lining he needed.

Lee Heeseung was another fellow student in the school, a year older than him, who needed a new roommate in his apartment.

Coincidentally, Jake decided to move out of his parent’s house for independence, finding solace in the fact that the male was reasonably trustable and able to save money simultaneously.

It was initially awkward, mostly coming from him, who was slightly tense about living with an older person other than his family. Jake upholds respect as a constitution to his morals, but he slowly loosens up his relationship with Heeseung from a stranger to his best friend.

But it seemed Heeseung came with a combo, and that was you, his roommate’s girlfriend.

Intertwining his life with Heeseung meant that you were also in the package, often visiting the apartment to bring food or have a movie night together. As a result, Jake often feels like he is imposing on the couple because no one wants a third wheel tailing your scarce intimate time with each other.

However, it seemed like you and Heeeseung didn’t mind his company, often inviting Jake to activities like a trip to the aquarium or a study picnic on the grass field on the campus ground.

The couple knew about Jake’s talent with the camera, often asking him to take pictures of the memories for sentimental purposes.

For all his life in filming and snapping pictures, whether it be organisms to inanimate objects, the subject of his inspiration has never come close to how perfectly the two of you looked through the camera’s lens from his eyes.

At first, his impression of the couple’s relationship was admiration, understanding and respect for each other in overcoming complex obstacles, seeing one another as equal rather than subject to the emotion and stress that manifested during those squabbles.

Still, it didn’t sit right with him to call it admiration, and the turning point soon tests the hypothesis when in the dead of the night one day, he heard you and Heeseung having sex for the first time.

The walls that separate his room and Heeseung’s were arguably not that thin, but it wasn’t thick enough either to muffle the whimpers and moans coming from the room next door.

Jake felt like he had a stomach ache listening to the couple’s soft lewd sounds, not because he hated it, but quite the opposite; the noises turned him on.

It began as something that flew over his head, not dissecting the whole thing in great detail until he heard it for the second time, and then the third time, and before he knew it, he had his pyjama pants down to his knees, desperately humping his pillow to the rhythm of his friends having sex with a palm clamp over his mouth.

He fantasizes about the two bodies mingled with one another on the white sheets of Heeseung’s bed; the eloquent actions of touching, grabbing and thrusting that aggregated into white milky beautiful essence oozing out of your hole—

Jake came on the fabric of his pillowcase with the thought of capturing the cinematography of such an imaginary masterpiece deeply rooted in the reality he could never witness.

So much adrenaline was pumping through his body that he could hear his heart beating.

He woke up groggy and tired the next morning on those days, feeling like he got hit by a truck at how uneasy he felt. He dreaded coming outside, knowing he’d see you and Heeseung making breakfast together, embarrassed to even make eye contact with them.

The male felt nauseous, in fact, filthy to the core of even masturbating silently to the notion of them fucking. Realization slowly dawned on him that the search for the term to describe how he feels about the two of you has concluded in his head— infatuation.

No words could ever express the emotion better on how he felt in the enchanting relationship they shared.

The mundane life he had owned morphed into restless torture of constant tossing and turning. He felt guilt eating him up, more so because he hid such a deceitful act of touching himself while putting up a disguise behind his friend’s back.

At the culmination of the chaotic situation, Jake saw Heeseung's gallery by accident.

The younger male wanted to call his missing phone in his room, asking permission from Heeseung, who was doing the laundry at the time, if he could use the older male’s phone. However, while pressing on the phone app to search for his number, his clumsy fingers, by chance, opened up the gallery instead, causing his eyes to bulge out at what he saw.

It was a thumbnail of a recent video logged into the first file, big enough for him to decipher the image that made him almost drop the phone.

The camera's angle was situated visibly at the side view of Heeseung in between your legs, missionary position with a blanket covering the area where your bodies meet. You were gripping his arm that was caging the sides of your head against the familiar bed, and Jake didn’t need to stare for too long to understand what was going on.

A dull sound rang in his ears, and his throat grew dry as his heart erratically beat against his ribcage. Then, with a shaking thumb hovering above the video icon, Jake’s breathing was as loud as his swallowing before pressing on it reluctantly, pupils trembling in nervousness.

The video played.

Heeseung was thrusting into you, hearing the sound of soft skin slapping mixed with whiny, muffled moans and grunts that echoed against the phone’s speaker. The upper part of their faces was cut out from the shot, but in the dimly lit room, the smirk on Heeseung’s face was evident.

“Shhh, didn’t I tell you to quiet down princess, or are you purposely doing it for Jake to hear you?” Heeseung whispered slowly against your ear, eliciting a small cry from your lips.

Eyes as wide as saucers, Jake couldn’t believe what he was witnessing, his name leaving his roommate’s mouth while fucking you.

Heeseung chuckled darkly, smacking his hips harder against yours. “Fuck, that’s it, isn’t it? You tighten up everytime I say his name. Such a dirty girl.”

Jake’s breathing shallowed beyond disbelief at what he was hearing.

Heeseung fastens his pace, causing you to sink your nails into his arm desperately. “That’s why you like it when I fuck your ass, right? Reserving your pretty pussy just for Jakey to ruin it.”

A gasp left his lips in total shock.

Something unfathomable brewed deep inside Jake’s stomach when he realized that Heeseung was penetrating your ass the whole time under the cover.

Jake envisioned your drenched, sweet pussy clenching around nothing at the thought of his cock in you and the little nickname that Heeseung teasingly used to build up the tension— a taut knot settling at the bottom of his gut at how turned on he was by the act.

But the last sentence that Heeseung said made him freeze like a deer in headlights.

“Imagining he was the one filming us right now.”

Every fibre of his body reacted to those words, playing them repeatedly in his head like a broken record. Jake felt like his head was doused with a bucket of cold water without warning; mind and body underwent a spiralled loophole of a fever dream.

He was in a state of disorientation when Heeseung walked into his room obliviously.

“Hey, Jake. Did you find your— wow, you okay dude?” Heeseung’s voice fell into deep worry at how ghostly his friend’s expression was.

Jake’s lack of response causes Heeseung’s eyes to trail to the phone he was holding tightly and the obvious sound emitting from the device.

The older male’s face distorts into multiple stages of horror and dread in recognition. The fear that pierced his wide eyes while looking back and forth between Jake’s face and the phone indicated that he was caught red-handed.

The taller male swallowed hard. “We can explain.”

It didn’t take long for Heeseung to call you to come to the shared apartment, albeit in between explaining to you on the phone, Jake heard muffled shouting of fury on your end while his roommate walked mindlessly in circles, trying to calm you down.

Sitting on the sofa patiently in the living room, Jake didn’t know how to handle the whole ordeal or if he was ready to accept whatever lay ahead with the two of you.

The sound of the apartment door swinging open echoed the space, revealing a dishevelled you trudging past the hallway into the living area. Jake felt guilty at your current dismay, possibly running directly here after finishing your class on campus as you were still carrying your backpack.

When you make eye contact with Jake, you look down in embarrassment.

“Okay.” Heeseung tried to fill in the awkward silence calmly, the pregnant pause giving away how thick the tension was in the room. “Where do we even start?”

You scoff distastefully, putting your backpack down harshly on the ground. “Start? How about you explain to me how the video was even found out in the first place!”

Jake drowned out the disputed exchange between the couple, trying to mallow down his rapid breathing. If he let this kind of situation escalate, it might end up being a dumpster fire in a few minutes. His mind wandered to articulate the proper sentence to begin, finally settling on the information he had been aching to know.

“How long…..has this been going on?” Jake didn’t realize how nervous he was until he spoke with a slight rasp, breaking his silence since he discovered the video.

His question shifted the attention of the two to him, realizing that the true dupe of the sitch had been wearily calmed the whole time. But, of course, they didn’t know that Jake himself kept a not-so-innocent secrecy as well.

“The first time we did it…..in my room.” Heeseung glanced your way as a confirmation while you gave a subtle nod back at his reply.

“Why did you guys film it?”

You and Heeseung exchange eye contact with each other apprehensively.

“We did it for the first time out of impulse, and when Heeseung mentioned your name in the middle of it—” You grimaced, trying to explain, but the words died in your throat out of pure awkwardness.

Heeseung flashes you a consoling look.

“Long story short, we didn’t realize how much you have an effect on us that we kept going even after the first. Well, the video, it's…..a living proof of that.” Heeseung continues, biting on his lower lip at the end.

Another excruciating pause follows suit.

It was hard to focus as you tried to read Jake’s facial expression but to no avail. It made you realize the loud ticking sound of the clock in the living room or the soft noises coming from the neighbours above behind the pin-drop silence in the backdrop.

The agitation was getting on your nerves, and all you could think about was the guilt that overshadowed everything else.

“We’re really sorry, Jake.” You apologize sincerely. “We didn’t mean to use you in that kind of way.”

“Yeah,” Heeseung muttered in agreement, flashing a remorseful downward glance towards the younger male with a sigh. “So, we totally get it if you want nothing to do with us and move out of the apartment.”

Anyone who was in Jake’s position would be bewildered by circumstance— finding out that your roommate and his girlfriend had been deliberately having sex for you to hear next door and, on top of that, gaining arousal from your existence unknowingly undermines the friendship that was built on trust seemed borderline intrusive.

But that was the perception that the two of you presumed.

In his mind, he couldn’t fathom such a surreal moment he thought was just an erotic fantasy in his mind was happening, as if the planets had aligned for the sky above to bless a disparate soul like him with the epitome of heaven.

Jake could feel the thrill of revealing his divulgence without a second thought; a small smirk curled his lips.

“Oh no, I don’t think I can do that.”

He chuckled slowly, watching the two faces turn perplexed by his words.

Jake gave a nonchalant shrug. “I mean, have you guys seen how horrible the set-up for the video was? It looks like a cheap DVD porno that many juvenile teens would drool over. Who else other than me can prevent that kind of thing from happening again.”

At this point, the two looked like a pair of gaping fishes standing in front of him, as if he grew a third head or said something wildly demented, completely disregarding the fact that he had insulted the camera work of the video.

There was a notable doubt in their expression, yet slightly reposed by the tether of hope that Jake was saying what they thought he was saying based on his words' innuendo.

“You guys weren’t really being sly about the whole thing, you know. I can hear you banging from a mile away.” Jake revealed, smiling cheekily when the couple immediately flushed in embarrassment.

“Oh my God, Jake.” You let out a tired sigh, but a hint of relief flooded the way you dragged your breath at the end. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

The younger male was slightly taken aback by the question but answered earnestly with his feelings because what he was about to say next will completely overturn the course of each other’s relationship.

The corners of his mouth slid upwards knowingly.

“You guys aren’t the only ones secretly enjoying it.”

If someone asked Jake what his proudest creation was, he wished that he could show them the sight he was capturing right now with his camera.

His figure stood a few feet away from Heeseung’s bed, perfectly encapsulating the shot of the couple making out with your back facing the camera, watching through the crips lens as he zoomed in the way Heeseung shoved his tongue into your mouth as he pulled you closer on his lap.

Jake’s fantasy of the two could never compare to the one he witnessed.

He felt excitement overwhelming his body, holding the camera steadily to focus on Heeseung’s hands, grabbing onto your ass, pulling on the strings of your lace panties until the crotch was wedged between your crack.

Your sweet moans filled the room, no longer timid like before when Heeseung convinced you and Jake that it was the perfect time to film.

The younger male was also nervous— it wasn’t that long ago when the three of you talked about what happened, finally coming to a conclusion about the addition of Jake into the bedroom.

He didn’t realize how nerve-wracking it was, feeling his cock growing hard against his jeans at the way your hips were desperately grinding on Heeseung’s clothed erection, facilitated with the help of the said male’s hand grabbing onto the flesh of your exposed ass.

“Such a needy girl.” Heeseung chuckled darkly after releasing your lips messily with saliva, kissing your neck as he buckled back to meet your movement. “You love it, don’t you? Knowing that Jake is watching you hump my cock so desperately while you show your bare ass to him.”

Heeeseung looked directly into the camera between your shoulders while nibbling on your skin, enjoying how Jake’s fingers tightened their hold on the equipment when you whimpered loudly in confirmation.

He moves close to whisper into your ears, hands snaking along your back to unclasp your bra.

“Let’s show him how much of a little slut you can be, okay?”

Jake’s breath hitched when Heeseung turned you around to face the camera, revealing your ample chest for him to marvel at as it bounced softly, nipples beautifully erect under the dimly warm lights of the room.

You caught sight of how Jake moved forward eagerly until his knees were flushed at the edge of the bed, your skin turning hot at the fact that he was filming your exposed breast so minuscule.

Heeseung pulled you roughly until your back was leaning on his naked chest, narrowing your chance of curling away from the vulnerable position. His large hands cup your breast from behind, kneading the swell in a tender and circular motion.

“Hands behind your back, baby.” Heeseung thumb at your stiff peaks, his nails digging at the sensitive area that you gasp out at the sensation. “Or I’ll have to show Jake that you can come with just your tits being played with like before.”

Jake couldn’t believe his ears, and his mind was already running wild at the thought, wishing that you'll keep pushing Heeseung’s button until he did carry out the punishment for Jake to see.

But you shook your head between the junction of his neck with your eyes squeezed shut, obviously not wanting to be subjected to such a humiliating act, especially for Jake to witness.

“No?” Heeseung teased, pinching your nipples before pulling them away harshly, twirling the hard peaks back and forth with his thumb and forefingers.

You whimpered in agony, clawing at his thighs resting between your hips while shoving your nose deeper into the crevice of his neck in mercy. Heeseung laughed at your state, panting hotly against his skin as he abused your tits.

“Then be a good girl and spread your legs apart for us, yeah?”

Us.

That specific pronoun sends waves of unfathomable pleasure between your and Jake’s legs, reducing both of you into a brazen state.

Following Heeseung’s order, Jake almost let out a moan behind the camera when you slowly opened your legs, his hands trembling at the sight of the very prominent dark and wet patch in the middle of your panties that sticks to the outline of your pussy like a glove.

Heeseung let a breathy chuckle at Jake’s striking reaction. “Beautiful, isn’t she?”

A hand escaped to curved downward along your stomach, dipping in between your hips to rub at your clothed folds. You buck your hips at the friction as Heeseung’s deft fingers drag along your puffy lips, eliciting a mantra of moans from your throat.

“This pussy gets nice and soaked just thinking about us. Right, baby girl?” Heeseung cooed, causing you to nod obediently, chest heaving at the way his fingers probed at your sweet entrance teasingly, letting a gush of juices escape to drench your panties even more.

Jake was enamoured at the sight, absolutely winded with a whole zoo churning in his stomach that he didn’t realize he was kneeling on the soft mattress of the bed, capturing the way Heeseung was stroking your clothed pussy while the other was still playing with one of your nipples lazily.

It didn’t help that you were watching him through half-lidded eyes, head lolling to the side with mouth agape when you eyed the visible bulge of his cock through his pants.

Heeseung glances at you when you squeeze his thighs a little harder, following your gaze to see what has captured your attention, causing him to grin.

“Looks like we got a big boy in our hands, huh, princess.”

Jake’s ears immediately perked up behind the camera, unbestowed to him that two sets of eyes were prowling on the outline of his aching cock like a predator hunting for its prey.

Heeseung nudged his nose against the underside of your ear. “Why don’t you be a sweetheart and help him out a little?”

There was no hesitation in the way you hooked on the belt hoop of his jeans, pulling the younger male closer until his crotch was arm’s length from your face. Jake was taken aback by your action, almost letting the camera fall while shuffling his knees on the bed to follow your lead.

You spread your palm over his bulge, dragging sensually with a little pressure to feel him over his jeans. A breathy hiss left his lips when you squeezed lightly on the head, and the friction felt deliciously good that he buckled slightly when you continued to smooth his erection.

The sound of his belt clicking and feeling the tight confinement of his jeans slowly loosening up, he throbs hotly when you tug at his pants, bringing them down to his thighs with his briefs.

“Fuck, Hee…..his so beautiful.” Jake immediately blushed when you whined incredulously at the male behind.

Jake’s cock stood proudly against his abdomen, fully pink and erected from the stimulation of watching Heeseung play with your tits and pussy. Milky pearls of cum had dribbled out of his slit and down to his length, head twitching when he felt your hungry gaze on him.

But you were drooling at how his veins pop up prominently, and his cute balls are nice and tight; it entices you to reach out and fist him firmly.

“Shit—“ Jake could hold it any longer, moaning at the sensation of your hand pumping him slowly and smearing his precum along his thick length.

Still, Jake was determined to fix the shot to you stroking his cock so deliciously, his abdomen tensing up when you flick your wrist harder when you reach his sensitive head, and then moaning loudly when you drag down to the base with a pressure, collecting his wetness between your fingers.

Heeseung watched you play with Jake’s cock as he rested his chin on your shoulder, heavy eyes soaking in the pleasurable sight of his girlfriend giving a handjob to his roommate.

“Baby, use your other hand to play with his balls.” Heeseung mumbled his command close to your ear. “I think he’ll enjoy it.”

Jake rolled his eyes to the back of his head when you fondled his heavy balls, gritting his teeth when you massaged the soft flesh indolently enough to make his hips stutter, igniting the knot in his stomach and making him lightheaded to the touch.

The younger male was gasping for air behind the camera, never thinking such minuscule action could drive him insane.

You lick your dry lips at how adorable his body reacted as you continue to use both hands, feeling an ache in your mouth and wondering how he would feel against your tongue.

Fuck, you bet he tasted sweet.

“Hee, Can I…..?” You ask gullibly to the side, and Heeseung doesn’t need any clarification before shaking his head at your antics with disapproval.

“If you want something in your mouth, baby, you have to ask him nicely. Where are your manners?” You whimpered when Heeseung slapped your clothed clit hard for Jake to witness before pushing your panties to the side, rubbing you raw against his padded fingers.

Jake observed with amazement how Heeseung treated you roughly, loving how you cried pathetically before looking up at him with hope-pooled eyes between your lashes.

“Jakey, can I please suck your cock?”

The way you asked him so crudely with such innocence had him swallowing hard, letting a sound of approval leave his throat.

Jake thanked the heaven and stars when you engulfed his head around your plump lips, reaching out to rest a hand on your head to steady himself. With your hands around the base, you tongue at his slit to taste his sticky precum before suckling to take more and more of his length into your mouth.

At the same time, Heeseung slipped two fingers into your tight hole without warning; the sudden stretch of your velvet walls to accommodate his long fingers almost caused you to choke on Jake’s cock with saliva.

“Easy, princess. You don’t want to hurt our precious Jakey.” Heeseung used his other hand to securely hold your jaw, ensuring that your mouth was still attached to his length.

“I’m sure the underside is very, very sensitive…..”

Heeseung had never been wrong with Jake’s ticks, and you flattened your tongue to rub on the veiny side of his erection until he felt the drag of your textured taste buds that accentuated the pleasure.

The exact pace was established momentarily— Heeseung was pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy hole with the rhythm of your head bobbing and tongue swirling around Jake’s cock.

The hand holding the camera felt heavy when he grabbed your hair tighter as you plunged your mouth deeper, and he groaned when the tip of your nose was flush against his pubic area, feeling his tip pressing against the back of your throat.

You did this a couple of times, gliding in and out of his length until the wet sound that emitted echoed in the room.

Heeseung scissored your hole relentlessly, feeling you soaking his fingers until it dripped down his knuckles. “Look at you, letting your boyfriend watch you stuff your mouth full with another man’s cock, you dumb fucking slut.”

Tears blurred your eyesight as Heeseung spat at you with degrading words, swallowing around Jake’s hard cock as your boyfriend inserted another finger to abuse your hole, loving how the rough stretch enlightened your arousal.

Jake watches you through the foggy lens simultaneously as you look up to show him the lewdest expression through the camera, the corner of your mouth wide open with his cock and drool dripping down your chin so obscenely.

His cock pulsates at the picture-perfect moment, feeling his threshold teetering around the edge before he loads your mouth with his creamy seed, bucking his hips as a loud moan ripples out from deep within his chest.

“…..that’s it, you eat up Jake so well.” Heeseung’s three fingers curl to press on the tender spot of your cervix, and your walls spasm around them as your sweet release encapsulates you with euphoric pleasure.

The vibrations of your moans around his spent cock kept Jake’s orgasm elevated beyond the clouds.

Everything happens in tandem with each other— you were swallowing Jake’s hot cum while Heeseung rides you off your orgasm as you rock his fingers for more friction.

It gave Jake the perfect moment to readjust the camera's focus on the couple as the tension simmered.

But it didn’t end just yet.

“Come here, pretty girl.” Heeseung coaxes you after licking his fingers clean with your arousal, making you release Jake’s cock with a loud pop as he manoeuvres your head to the side. “I want to have a taste too.”

Jake’s heart lurches from his chest when Heeseung captures your lips and devours your mouth full of his cum. The kiss was sloppy and wet, even downright dirty, as two tongues wrestled to taste each other’s cavern, frenching with open mouths so vulgarly that the slimy spit mixed with yours and Jake’s essence dripped down straight out of a porno.

The proud smirk on Heeseung’s face while he sucked on your lower lip and glanced over at him briefly told Jake everything he needed to know.

“Do you need me to prepare you, princess?” Heeseung asks, wiping away the white strings that form when he pulls away.

He watches you tentatively through hooded eyes, chest rising and falling with puffy lips before looking at Jake nervously. The older male had the gall to chuckle at your state, finding gratification in your shy reaction as he tucked away a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“Don’t worry, I don’t think Jake minds filming me finger fucking your pretty asshole with your head down.” Heeseung curiously looks at Jake’s way at the end.

The said male was heaving in his breath, having the front row seat as he imagined your pink, puckered hole being shoved in and out with Heeseung’s lanky fingers to loosen up your walls, your face flush against the pillow muffled with your cries.

He might get lucky if Heeseung felt the need to take the extra step of letting you come again, your pussy in full display for him to see you clench against absolutely nothing as you drown your folds with your own slick.

This must be a dream; it has to be.

“N-no, I want it to be tight…..” Your desperate plea cuts through the tension, tucking your bottom lip with your teeth as you tug on Heeseung’s pants impatiently.

Heeseung smiled gently, knowingly.

“Okay, baby. But next time, we'll show Jakey how I prepared you, alright?” Heeseung was surprisingly considerate, kissing you on the forehead softly as you nodded at his reply.

Heeseung didn’t want to overload the two with too many things.

Of course, the dominant side of him sought out the ecstasy of showing off to Jake how much he could turn you into a messy whore for their cocks, but this was the first time, and he much preferred if you were in a state where you were confident enough to share it with Jake.

As for the said younger male, Heeseung couldn’t tell with the camera in front of his face but by the adorable body language visible for him to see— Jake’s cock that went limp was hard again against his stomach, head leaking with creamy white beads.

It reassured Heeseung that Jake had no plans to run away anytime soon.

Your soaked panties and Heeseung’s pants and briefs were discarded to the floor of the room. Scooching to hover over Heeseung’s lap with your back to him, the said male was fisting his cock with his precum while his other hand grips on your hip.

“Down you go, princess.”

With the swollen tip of his cock probing at your hole, you whimpered as you slowly sank to ease his length into your walls. It took you a few more breaths at the tightness, but the comforting thumb massaging your sides urged you to bottom down to his base, completely sitting on his lap.

“How does that feel, baby?” Heeseung was nibbling at your earlobe, wrapping his arms around your waist as he slowly rocked your tense figure.

You were breathing heavily, and the initial stretch was a bit painful at how big Heeseung was, but soon, the discomfort slowly disintegrated into waves of pleasure as your walls adjusted to his size.

“So, so good— I can feel you deep inside me.” You huffed, clenching around him as a sign for him to move.

Heeseung pulled your back to his chest before he descended to lay on the mattress with you on top of him. The position nudges him deeper as he locks his legs around your knees, thrusting up leisurely as an appetizer for what’s to come.

Jake listens to your soft pitchy moans every time Heeseung moves his hips, getting off to the visual of your hole clenching around your boyfriend’s cock with your legs wide apart for the camera to capture.

A callous hand unconsciously trails to fist his hard cock as Jake jerks to the sound of your ass clapping on Heeseung’s thighs.

The once sensual pace turns heavily ruthless as he relentlessly thrusts up, yet the aching in your wet pussy makes you realize its emptiness as you clench back at Heeseung’s cock.

“Ah-aah— Jake— please…..I need you in me.” You call the younger male out as you pull your outer lips for him to see how desperate and pink your hole is, causing him to freeze at how completely fuck out you were.

His action seemed to garner frustration down the older male’s throat.

“Jake,” Heeseung growled sharply, gripping your waist as he rammed you harder with a dark glare over your shoulder. “Put the camera down and fuck her pussy.”

Jake frantically crawls towards you, the camera thrown on the soft mattress somewhere without a second thought.

A drool dripped down the corner of your mouth, teary eyes watching him align his head to your entrance as he filled you up so deliciously good that it hurt to have your holes simultaneously penetrated.

“Oh my god— yes, Jake— fuck, Hee—“

You choke out incoherently when Jake moves to slam his cock in and out at the same time as Heeseung did without mercy, arching your back as your tits bounce with every impact from both the back and the front.

You feel so full to the core, being fuck out of your mind, that you claw at the bedsheets from the pleasure.

“Dirty slut, one cock is not enough for you, is it?” Heeseung hisses out right below your ears, reaching out to slap your tender clit forcefully.

You cried out in pain, clenching around the girth of their cocks as they ruined your insides roughly. Jake bit the inside of his cheeks, watching from above as Heeseung landed another harsh slap against your clit that you almost lurch forward if he hadn’t forced your hips down.

“Hee—hahhhh— stop—“

“Stop?” Heeseung's laugh was almost sinister, rubbing circles around your tender clit precisely with his thumb as tears streamed down your cheeks, burning with humiliation.

“Fuck, you deserve to be treated like a dumb slut. Letting another man fuck your womb instead of your loving boyfriend.” He snapped.

Your surroundings were starting to blur, disappearing from your spatial consciousness until the pleasure numbed your body to your extremities at the way their cocks were abusing your sensitive walls. You were on the brink of bursting into a million pieces, and Heeseung could tell that you needed one more push to bring you to heaven.

“Jake.” Heeseung held your wrist until his nails dug into the thin skin to stop you from trashing any further.

Jake was stunted out of his mind at his name being called out, especially when he was close to reaching his high. Heeseung gave him a powerful stare down with a gleam of insanity behind those big eyes.

“Slap her clit.”

Jake knew the older male wasn’t asking; it was a direct command for him to carry without question.

Immediately Jake’s eyes went to yours below, only to see it begging with helplessness for him to follow Heeseung’s order. He could recognize the blown-out desire to release yourself from the prison of being edged for so long, and all you ever wanted was to come.

Like he was being bewitched by the couple, Jake felt a click at the back of his mind that he had never felt before in his life— even during his time with endless capturing of the camera, nothing could ever compare to how perfect this moment was.

The sound of his slap on your wet clit erupted you into a fit of moans, your abdomen tensing up before you squirt with your back arched on Heeseung’s sweating chest.

All your liquid drenches him with your sweet scent, spraying his lower half and the bed wet as your body convulses uncontrollably. Your skin was breaking into goosebumps that seemed never ending as Jake and Heeseung filled you with their hot seed blissfully.

It felt like time had stopped momentarily, letting the three enjoy the well-deserved orgasm that tumbled over their senses.

With a hand over your eyes, you were sobbing loudly in the backdrop of their groans, bucking your hips in the air until the last drop of your liquid leaked out.

The limpness of your body urged Jake to pull out, watching his creamy load bubble down to the crack of your asshole so ethereally until it met the white rim that formed as Heeseung lovingly rode you out of your orgasm, his heavy balls drowned with arousal as well.

Soft whispers of praises escape Heeseung’s lips against your ears, stroking your stomach with butterfly touches as he licks your salty tears away at how well you wet the bed for them, hearing your hiccups bounce through the walls.

Jake peeks to rummage around in search of his camera, taking it in his hands as he switches to taking a picture and saving the video content he filmed. He aligns the lens to his eye despite trembling at how heady your scent was sticking to his body.

Snap

He could never get enough of the sight of his artistic muses, all picture-perfect for him to capture.

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Letters.

The Tenth Letter.

warnings: mentions of depression

Timothée was about to open the tenth letter, when he heard the sound of pattering on the roof and the sound of thunder roaring in the distance. He chuckled, another rainy day in New York.

Maybe it was instinct that he wanted to protect this girl—or maybe it was something else. Maybe he was falling? Maybe he was actually falling for this mysterious girl. Timothée sighed, before opening the tenth letter, dated July 31st.

Dear Timothée,

It's raining.

It's the kind of rain that makes you think of flash floods and Noah's ark. The kind that makes you want to wear your fluffiest sweater and socks and crawl into bed under the sheets where it's warm and safe. It calms me, it makes me feel safe and sound. The way the lighting comes after the booming thunder, little kids would get scared—fearing that they'd get struck by lightning—but for me, it's relaxing.

What about you? Are you scared of thunder?

Timothée chuckled. What are the odds of reading the letter in the same weather? The probability of it was impossible, but here he was, reading the letter while the rain poured outside.

The chances of getting struck by lightning are one to a million. That's the sort of thing that you'd hear on the news and you'd thank God that it wasn't you, but at the same time you'd feel bad.

Kind of like depression, really. You'd never expect it to be you. No one does. But the ugly truth is, a lot of people suffer from it and the majority of us are blissfully ignorant about it. When a person says they're depressed, they'd tell that person to suck it up and just move on—that there are people suffering worse than you. Invalidating their feelings, they bottle it up. Until one day, they explode. And at the end, when all is said and done, they're gonna be sorry because they didn't listen. People are treating depression like some sort of joke. Even when there's the Mental Health awareness, people look at depressed people like clowns.

It's a chain reaction, really. Sharp words like knives cutting a person down, not thinking if that person is hurting, and all ending with a heart full of hatred against the world. And then what? That person feels unworthy—a waste of space, which ends up in doing things one shouldn't.

“It's not your fault, none of it is.”

But why does it feel like it is? Like I'm the catalyst for all the bullshit. The weight of it all is crushing me.

I'm haunted by the past, present, and future. I want to tell you, but I'm afraid someone else could read it. If you could just look into my mind, Timothée.

You would see how the world treated me like shit. You would see every fucking thing that made me like this.

Every night, I'd write a letter to you. Wondering if you'd ever get any of my letters. If you're listening, if you understand me. You said in an interview, “Love yourself for who you are and whoever you are, I'm gonna love you too. And when you suffer in life, suffer appropriately. And if you feel bad, that's fine! Just don't beat yourself up for feeling bad.”

Am I delusional for thinking you'll love me? Based on what you said? Who am I kidding? I don't love myself.

You're not going to love me.

I've been suffering for too long and I've been feeling bad for half my life—beating myself up for it.

If by some miracle, the pain goes away…..

Joke's on me.

It's supposed to be fun, turning twenty one.

All my love,

Y/N.

Timothée felt an unsettling pit in his stomach. He prayed that Y/N was okay, and whatever she planned—he wished she didn't do.

Suddenly, his phone rang. It was the private investigator he hired. Timothée sighed, hoping for good news. “Yes?”

“I have a lead on the girl you're looking for, Mr. Chalamet. An address.”

The young actor nearly jumped on his bed in excitement. Timothée finally had an address. He could finally look for Y/N. Timothée quickly scrambled around his room, packing clothes and basic necessities—money, cards, and his passport—along with Y/N's letters.

All eighteen letters. Ten opened, eight still sealed.

Timothée stared at the photo in his wallet—the beautiful girl who he wanted so much to find.

“I'm on my way, Y/N. Hold on, I'm coming.”

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underforeversgrace · 11 months

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after the water

DannyMay2023 Day 30: Post Reveal

title: after the water

words: 1770

Summary: Part 2 of under the river by popular demand

Part 2 of 2

Warnings: None!

AU: Trans Danny Fenton

Beta by: @probably-dead

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Silence stretched like a chasm between the two hunters and the ghost of their son, neither sure how to respond.

“Yeah,” Jack finally said. “It’s us, kiddo.”

Jack grimaced as Danny glanced to the weapons on his and Maddie’s belts before coming closer and accepting his father’s outstretched hand. Jack tried to give a comforting smile as he pulled the specter close to him in a gentle hug, the ache in his chest having nothing to do with the recent near-drowning experience he had suffered.

“We need to talk, don’t we?” Phantom mumbled, setting his feet on the ground but not releasing Jack’s hand, which was a small comfort.

“I think so, sweetie.” Maddie said, stepping closer and reaching for him as well. He flinched some but recovered quickly, giving her a tentative smile, which she took as permission, gently laying a hand on his shoulder.

Phantom glanced at the water behind him, where Jazz’s car now rested. Ah, they were going to have to buy her a new car, weren’t they? Well, it wasn’t Jack’s fault Jazz’s normal car hadn’t been able to handle that curve at a hundred twenty miles per hour! The GAV would’ve been able to! And Jazz was the one who insisted on having a normal car and not letting her parents build her one when they’d offered!

Oh, she was going to be so mad.

“I think I need to give us all a lift home, if… if you trust me?” Danny said with a wry grin. Maddie and Jack shot a quick glance at each other before simultaneously nodding. Ghost of their son or not, this was still their son. He still had done everything he could to save his father. Did this mean they had three children now? Jazz, Danny, and Danny’s ghost?

Did Phantom already live there? He had just called it home. Or was he just remembering his life?

“Uh, prepare for liftoff?” He said as he grabbed both his parents’ hands firmly. A chill sunk deep into Jack, spreading from his hand to his entire body as Phantom passed his abilities to them, lifting the two of them effortlessly. “Might feel weird, by the way. I’m going to make us all intangible. Apparently the wind is a little much for humans.”

Another, deeper cold settled into Jack and the sudden sensation of not being able to feel swept across him as they flew. The sun, the temperature, the wind, Danny’s hand in his own - Jack could feel none of it. And then - after several minutes of silence, none able to hear over the roar of the wind as the flew the many, many miles home - when Danny phased them in through the top of the building, Jack felt suffocated as his entire body went through solid concrete and steel, a sudden instinctual fear gripping his stomach as he wondered what would happen to him if Phantom decided to return them back to the tangible plane while they were encased like this.

But his fear was entirely unfounded as Phantom simply guided them to the kitchen and set them on the floor, releasing his grip on them immediately and floating back several feet away from them, keeping an eye on the ghost shield button across the kitchen from where he’d set them.

Realization - again - slapped Jack across the face. Danny had put them as far away from the button as possible so if either of them made for it, he could escape before the shield came down.

“So. Talking?” Danny asked, crossing his legs and floating in midair.

“Are you okay?” was the first thing out of Jack’s mouth. He had a million other questions but first he needed to know if his son was okay.

“Well, I haven’t been shot today!” Danny said with a grin before a face of embarrassment settled as both parents looked at him in horror. “Ah. Not a good joke. Sorry. Are you okay, Dad? You’re the one who nearly drowned.”

Jack waved the question away. “I’m fine, son. You saved me, after all.”

A green blush rose into his face. “No problem.” he mumbled.

“Can I ask what happened?” Maddie asked cautiously. “I understand if not!”

“Oh, uh, yeah I can talk about it. Any ghost can, actually, some just don’t want to. It is typically something traumatizing, y’know?” he answered with a shrug. Jack took a deep breath, bracing for whatever his son was about to say. Ghosts didn’t form from peaceful deaths and Jack only knew of one incident Danny had been in that could have hurt him that bad. “I may have lied about how bad the portal was?”

Jack ran a hand through his hair, gripping and pulling at some strands. “You died.” he whispered, a statement, not a question.

“I got better!” Danny quickly insisted, suddenly standing (floating?) back up, shaking his hands at them to calm down.

“And you’ve been hiding this from us?” Maddie spoke up.

Phantom’s eyes dropped to the floor. “Can you blame me?” he asked softly.

“You really thought we wouldn’t accept you?” Maddie asked, the hurt in her voice mirroring the pain in Jack’s heart. “We’ve always accepted you!”

Danny snorted. “Are you really trying to equate me transitioning to this situation?”

“We told you then - you will always be our child, our son. That’s still true. We will always accept you.” Jack said gently.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t see the similarities in buying me a binder and getting me scheduled with a doctor equated to becoming a ghost!” Danny snapped at them. He continued, quieter. “You don’t hate men. You don’t hate trans people. You loathe a ghost’s simple existence. Even before the portal opened, I knew what you wanted to do to a ghost. What do you want me to say?”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Jack began. “We do. Only us. You should have never had to doubt us. We were so happy when you came out to us, Danny, that you trusted us, that you knew we loved you and always would. We messed up somewhere to make you doubt that.”

“Jack’s right. You never should have felt the need to hide this and that is our fault. Not yours.” Maddie agreed, heavily sitting into one of the kitchen chairs, dropping her head into her hands for a moment before looking back up, a sudden fierceness in her face. “Danny, look at me. I love you. You are my child first and foremost. I love you and your sister more than anything. There is nothing in this entire world I will ever hate more than I love you. Do you understand me?”

“I…” Phantom started, slowly floating back down to the ground until his feet rested on the floor, glancing at Jack.

“I will never feel anything for you other than love and acceptance.” Jack answered his unasked question.

“You guys are okay with this? You’re sure?”

“Are we okay with the fact our invention killed you? No. Are we okay we’ve shot you and made you afraid of us? Also no. Are we okay with everything else? Of course. It just may take some getting used to, having three kids.” Maddie answered.

“Three?!” Phantom exclaimed, his face immediately morphing from cautious hope to extreme shock. “Are you pregnant? And this is how you’re telling me?!”

“Do you and human Danny still count yourselves as one person?” Jack asked. That would be… confusing.

“Yes?” Phantom answered, more as a question than an answer.

“Okay, so still two kids, but one of them occupies two separate bodies. I can work with that. We can work that.” Maddie said, though Jack could practically see the gears turning in her head. “Do you want your own room? Or have you been living here and sharing with… other Danny? What’s the appropriate terminology?”

Bafflement settled onto Phantom’s tan face and then a bright flash of white light seemed to burn Jack’s retinas.

A half hour ago, Jack had determined that waking up feeling like he was drowning without water, Phantom clung to him and crying, was the strangest thing he’d ever experienced in his life, the biggest shock he would ever experience as he realized Phantom was the ghost of his youngest child.

“What the hell are you two talking about?” A very clearly human Danny Fenton answered and Jack suddenly had a new biggest shock of his life.

Maddie made a sound of vague confusion and Jack felt his brain trying to reboot.

“You’re… dead?” Maddie finally managed.

“We’ve already established I’m half ghost, mom,” Danny said, looking at his parents like they were the crazy ones.

“We have established no such thing, young man.” Maddie said, slipping into her mom voice.

“Maybe we should restart? Start from the beginning?” Jack offered up, though he finally slipped into a chair as well.

“What did you two think was going on?” Danny asked, apparently realizing there had been some sort of miscommunication somewhere.

“You went into the portal, got very hurt and… and died, long enough to form a ghost, before somehow recovering.” Maddie answered.

“Oh. Uh. You’re half right?” Danny responded, awkwardly shrugging. “But it isn’t a human Danny and a ghost Danny. One Danny with two forms. I’m half and half.”

“Half… ghost.” Jack managed. “How?”

“You two are the scientists. Our best guess is ‘ghost biology is weird.’”

“‘Our?’” Maddie asked.

“Uh, Sam and Tuck were there for my accident?”

The two adults remained silent, their minds trying to process the absolute upheaval of everything they had ever known. Danny began to fidget nervously. “Is this still okay?”

“Yes.” Maddie said immediately. “We just… you just negated decades of research, both that we’ve done and others in the field have done. We’re reevaluating our life choices, not you.”

“Well… now you can study better! You can meet some of the other ghosts! So, uh, noninvasive studies only.” Danny said, grinning. “Family field trip to the Ghost Zone! You can meet my doctor and my mentor and my ghost dad who controls time and this queen who I helped overthrow her brother and-“ He continued to excitedly babble about all the things they could do in Zone, all the various ghosts he knew.

Looking at Maddie though, at her messy hair and the hand still half buried in her hair, the look on her face so clearly ‘I am listening but my brain short circuited fifteen minutes ago,’ Jack had to bite down a giggle.

And then - “Wait, did you just say a ghost dad who controls time?”

#grace writes #danny phantom #danny fenton #jack fenton #dannymay2023 #maddie fenton #Day 30: Post Reveal #Uhhhh yeah its kinda a loose interpretation of that?#Everyone thinks it's a post reveal (like the characters do)#But no it's 1.7k of miscommunication bc people like to assume

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London Will Burn - Chapter Four.

Thanks to my little audience for your continued readership :) I get such joy from reading your comments, my darlings!

Previous chapters - One Two Three

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI.

There were dirty girls, and then there were dirty girls. Those who revealed themselves to be anything but vanilla, those who thrived on filth, who in this instance enjoyed riding a tongue while the bearer of it worked a well-lubed glass dildo in and out of her arsehole and sucking hard upon her clit.

He’d already made her come twice, but there was no way Sean was allowing her to dismount yet, her cunt streaming against his mouth, soaking him as he ate her with fervour.

“I think you have another for me, don’t you, you dirty girl,” he groaned, gently nipping at her folds, rutting the bobbled glass phallus a little deeper. She couldn’t even form words, just gritted gurgles as her heart pounded like a war drum. “Yes, you do. Come on, little vixen. Come hard all over my tongue.”

The heat of each lick drove an absolute nirvana through her, Rin trembling as she choked on the cries that flooded her throat, his free hand spanking her repeatedly as he made another release surge through her. He gentled thereafter, though granted her no clemency in stopping.

He at least waited until her trembles had subsided slightly before licking her with the same gusto as before, loving the feel of her dew bathing his tongue as once again it became incessant. He had her lit up like a grid, her nerves gleaming as the warm wells of pleasure pooled and tipped, the heat roaring once again and leaving her a panting, shaking wreck.

“I want you so fucking badly right now,” she purred, climbing back, taking the dildo from him and pulling it out to cast onto the floor.

“And how do you want me, exactly?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbows, raising an eyebrow at her.

“I want you to hold me down and fuck my arse bareback, then come in me and watch it drip out all over my pussy.”

She chuckled immediately at the look on his face, his mouth dropping open slightly as he screwed his eyes tightly shut, mouthing ‘you absolute devil’ as her giggles escalated. “Are you trying to give me a fucking heart attack, Catherine, telling me something like that? Twenty-five years old is much too young to suffer a myocardial infarction.”

“But will you do it?”

His pupils were so blown, barely any blue remained as he moved, grasping her throat and pulling her close. “Of course, I bloody will.” Five minutes later, and with the assistance of a lot of lube from the bottle which had come from the box of sexual goodies beneath her bed, and he was steadily filling and emptying her, his hand clutched tight at the back of her neck, holding her down as she’d requested.

A forest fire roared through him as he watched his cock slide back and forth, the sight of her fingers stroking over her folds, dipping into her cunt and reaching to stroke slippery swirls over his balls as he rutted her arsehole deeply perhaps the greatest sexual sight he could remember viewing in a long time. The filthy hedonism of it made him feel mindless, his groans steeped in grit and gravel, the tight clutch upon her rounded bum leaving red crescents behind, as well as a spanked handprint.

As for Rin, she was swimming in the heaven of it, finally finding a man as dirty as her to indulge with. She’d found that the reveal of her toy box had daunted some men of her sexual past, but when Sean saw it, all he’d done was smile and call her a filthy deviant. He’d also added that he was especially partial to filthy deviants, too, him being one himself.

“No, no, little vixen,” he told her balefully, gripping her neck tighter when she tried to move. “You will stay right where you are, and fucking take everything I have to give. Understand?”

Oh, the glimmers that shot through her, to hear the aroused rumble of his cadence, his authority over her, the feel of his cock sinking back into her fully. “Mmm, yes I do. I want you to give it harder, though. I need it. Please.”

Who was he to argue with that? The noise she made as he began to pound into her hard had all the hairs on his arms standing on end, knowing he was doomed to last for any good length of time, the constriction around him too hot and tight. He at least managed to hold back right to the point her orgasm raged through her, spilling into her deep, withdrawing to do just as she’s suggested and watch his load begin to trickle out.

Their sweaty, bliss-buzzed bodies came to rest for a while in the tangle of messy bed linen, Rin eventually crawling out and staggering to her ensuite, turning on the shower and stepping in once the water had warmed. It was mere moments before two arms wrapped around her, a set of sumptuous lips kissing the side of her neck.

She turned, reaching to stroke his cheeks, her smile curling her pretty lips. “You’re not going home tonight, are you?”

He shook his head, his mouth meeting hers. That was exactly the answer she was hoping for.

Once showered and dried, they returned to the bedroom, Rin pulling open her bedside table drawer and fetching herself a cigarette, wandering out onto the stone balcony and lighting up. The spring night was cool without being cold, Sean joining her, stealing the cigarette to take a couple of puffs.

“Didn’t know you smoked.”

Handing it back, he looked out across the rolling lawns. “Only on certain occasions. Trust me, after that, I bloody need it.”

She hummed softly. “Same here. A cigarette after a good fuck or a good fight and that’s it. It’s a filthy habit in truth, then again so is getting anally railed by a hot redhead.”

“Probably a little less addictive, though.”

Nudging him, she took another long drag. “Don’t sell yourself short, Wallace. Trust me, whenever you want me, if I’m available then all you have to do is say the word. I don’t let sex as good as that out of my clutches easily.”

His stomach pinched a little, looking away into the ink of the night, silence abounding. “That second part of your statement I said we’d return to earlier, prior to my teasing you over questionable boyfriend choices. Does your mother know about Maximus?”

Another question she truly hadn’t been expecting. Maximus “Max” Diaz had been the onetime ringleader of a Spaniard gang outfit there in London, one who had dealings with her father on an export basis. Translation? They ran his guns to their network back home, which then headed for Africa and into the hands of the various terrorist fractions who depended on them.

Those dealings turned sour over accusations of deceit and swindling, as was often the way in gang culture. In this instance, the smaller fish had attempted to take on the shark, and duly discovered – with much savagery - just how sharp the shark’s teeth were.

Max’s retaliation against Kevin for this? Kidnapping his daughter. Kevin’s retaliation once he and an armed team of associates – including Finn and Sean – had located her? Handing a gun to Rin and allowing her to put a bullet in his head, before said armed team then eradicated the Spanish in their entirety.

Sean remembered how she’d done it so coolly, anyone could have been mistaken for thinking her a lot more hardened than she was at such a tender age. Fifteen. It truly was no age for a child to have blood upon their hands, but it was the way of their world. They both knew and lived it. He’d only been a year younger himself when his father had demanded he take a life, his elder brother seeing Sean didn’t have it in him and stepping up to do the job instead.

Rin’s eyes narrowed a fraction as she remembered it, her thoughts transporting her back into the memory of that night. “Of course, she does. It’s who we are, but equally who I think she sometimes tries to kid herself that we aren’t. She likes being Lady Mulford and all that comes with it, but she is what she chose, and she chose to be a gangster’s wife.” Pausing, she took a long drag on the cigarette, holding the smoke before it plumed from her nostrils. “We didn’t get to choose though, did we?”

“We did not,” he spoke, his tone flat as he took the cigarette from her and drew upon it fiercely.

She jerked her head back in the direction of the bedroom. “You know you can just go and help yourself to one, don’t you?”

He shrugged, handing it back. “Then there’d be no fun in taking yours, would there?” She nudged him, Sean laughing quietly as he exhaled the smoke through his nose. “You came through it all alright, didn’t you? While we were there in the warehouse, I did want to check, but your father got you out of there before I could. Plus, it didn’t feel right since I didn’t really know you. I still don’t, I suppose.”

“There’s nothing stopping you getting to know me now.”

Yes, there was. Right there on the balcony was the first time Sean experienced it, an inner voice telling him to go back inside, locate the recording on his phone from that afternoon and delete it. She didn’t deserve it, to be used to cruelly. However, he didn’t deserve her tight fisted, greedy cunt of a father to welch on a deal so important to him, just because he thought he could get away with it.

It was his first solo deal for the Wallace Corporation, both above and below board dealings tied into one agreement. The fact that Kevin Cavanagh knew that and had decided to screw him purely because he thought he could wasn’t lost on him. He would not lose face or standing by running to his father for assistance either, just as Kevin expected.

What he’d intended all along, and what he had to follow through on, was to remind the reluctant shit of a man exactly who he was dealing with, and what would befall him if he didn’t comply. There was truly no room for lamentation, and no going back.

His jaw tightened a fraction, nostrils flaring as the annoyance rose up in his stomach like a wave of fire. How fucking dare Kevin make his demands for more. The cut he would be receiving long term from his investment in the new apartment blocks being built would more than make the initial outlay worth it, as well as the kickback he would be receiving in order to allow the vast cargos of heroin port in his docks.

Kevin always did enjoy the upper hand, though.

Sean could not allow him to have it in this instance, however. In any instance for that matter. Weakness was not an option, especially this late in the game, the funds needing to be secured by midnight that Sunday, lest the bid be handed over to the next corporation vying for the project. He couldn’t afford to lose.

“You’ve gone very quiet.”

Her words roused him, his face softening, turning to kiss her shoulder and smack her on the bum. “I think I’m still partially delirious. Partial isn’t good enough. I requite full delirium or nothing at all.” Rin found herself promptly tossed over his shoulder, managing to flick her cigarette over the balcony before she was taken back inside and promptly thrown upon her bed.

“I think it’s about time I used something quite interesting I noticed in your little Pandora’s box of iniquity.” Reaching from the side of the bed where he kneeled straddling her thighs, he picked up the leather cuffs attached by a short length of chain, reaching forward to buckle the first upon her wrist.

He then looped it behind the bedpost, attaching the other, hands running in slow glide down her arms as he leaned to kiss her. His hands slid to clutch at her waist, pinning her, eyes glinting a wicked glitter as his mouth broadened with satisfaction. “At my mercy completely, little vixen. I shall enjoy this.”

The press of his lips against her sternum and the wet, dragged circle of his tongue to follow evoked an instant flurry of goose pimples to rise over her skin, Rin softly exhaling as her body arched like a bow.

“Not taking anything else from the box?” she inquired, Sean shaking his head, skimming a lick over the pebbled peak of her nipple.

“I don’t need to for what I have in mind, darling. Trust me, I’m enough.” She didn’t doubt that for a moment, but as his mouth moved over her body, she knew proving it without a shadow of a doubt was where his intention lay.

He did not disappoint.

He mapped the art of his pleasure over her body, mouth and hands devoted to lavishing every dip and curve, each rise and fall, until she quivered beneath him. It was like liquid sunshine, poured warm over her bones, his mouth not missing a single inch of flesh with the dedication of kisses, soft bites and licks.

Well, there was one place he very deliberately missed.

She felt herself aching with the need to be touched, her sex dewy and longing for the attention his mouth gave to her everywhere but between her apex, kisses rained over her legs, her feet, her toes sucked, her hips caressed with licks as he watched her writhe.

“How does it feel, to be so riddled by anticipation you can barely stop quivering?”

She moaned, feeling him blow upon her nipple before sucking it once more. “Halfway between heaven and hell.”

He chuckled, moving to her neck. “Exactly as I planned.”

He didn’t want to give her what she craved too quickly, but the truth was he wanted it just as much. Pleasuring a woman with his mouth was an act he truly thrived upon. Nothing much got his cock harder than feeling his tongue becoming wetter with a woman’s silken arousal. Working his mouth and hands all over her again, until her trembles intensified and her moans escalated, he finally settled between her legs.

Skimming a few teasing licks over her slit, kissing her bare pubic mound a few times, he let her truly simmer on it before finally, granting what she had been waiting for. The flat drag of his tongue between her folds had soft cries pouring from her mouth like wine, each lick then focusing directly upon her clit. He bathed it in soft heat, flicking up and down slowly, lightly, the heat of his breath teasing whenever he paused, watching her through lust blown eyes.

His tongue continued to rove through her hot, viscid flesh, circling, harder pressure replaced with soft, thumbing her clit hood to make her little bundle stand out against the rapid circles he placed upon it. The sound of her cries and the noise of chain scraping against the wood of her bedpost sent hot daggers directly to his cock, loving the feel of her swelling against each lick.

He then surprised her by moving to unfasten her cuffs, answering the questioning look she gave after kissing her with hunger. “I want to feel your hands on me while I eat you alive.”

Good enough reason as any, she thought.

His mouth returned, lips wrapping her clit in the pillowy warmth of a suck, groaning against the sweet, petal soft of her, his hands touring her thighs as he felt hers graze over his scalp and down his arms. Her hips bucked against the suck he was yet to release, increasing the pressure, having her crying out when he added his tongue to flick firmly at the same time.

He had cascades of pure ebullience skittering through her as she tensed, Rin panting hard as she felt her clit tingle and throb, coming hard with a feral cry against his mouth, dying for the spear of his thick cock to further sate her. As if guessing her thoughts, he emerged to trail kisses up her body, her legs remaining draped over his shoulders as he reached her mouth and sank his cock into her wet warmth.

“Erm, pardon me, sir,” she began, grasping his hips and pushing him back, laughing when he growled in annoyance and rooted himself deeper. “You appear to be forgetting a little bit of latex.”

“I know,” he sighed, looking pained. “Do I really have to wear one? Fucking can’t stand the damned things.”

“Well, I suppose you don’t have to,” she mused, loving the feeling of his bare cock inside her. “The seventy-two-hour pill exists for a reason, so I can just go and get that. As long as you don’t have anything that’ll give me fanny rot.”

He snorted with laughter. “Fanny rot? Is that the technical term?”

“Don’t take the piss,” she warned, pointing a finger, one that he bit with a little growl. For someone so stoic in demeanour, it made her tummy flip pleasantly when she experienced the rarity of a playful Sean. “You know exactly what I mean.”

“I do, and no. I’m clean as a whistle.”

“Mmm,” she purred, exchanging kisses of sugary sin. “Good. You can utterly flood me with cum, then.”

He raised an eyebrow, gently biting her cupid’s bow. “That’s a given, darling.”

Every time he called her darling, even though she knew it to be his standard greeting for women, she experienced a little flutter in her chest. There he was, the perfect man of her dreams, and he couldn’t get enough of her. Maybe their dalliance mightn't be as casual as she’d first expected, and she certainly did not want to give that up.

Feeling goddess worshipped by a man like him was addictive; the way he fucked her, how he looked at her while he fucked her, the longing, the heat, how he moaned so deeply just before he came. Sean Wallace would be a tough act to follow if he didn’t become her lover, that was for certain.

Oh, if only the poor girl knew...

Little shocks skittered through her as he set about filling and emptying her wet heat slowly, stirring a moan that rocked through his entire chest when she reached to pinch his nipples. That action resulted in the infliction of his cock thrust sharply within her, arrowing deep. He then resumed the slow drag, all in, almost all out, her insides fizzing with bliss as each stroke made the ecstasy radiate.

He teased her a little by pulling all the way out, pausing, sliding back in again, then out once more, stimulating her slit with the tip of his erection before entering her and repeating it all again.

“Yes, you like that, don’t you?”

“Mmm.” That was the only sound she was capable of making, pulling him to her mouth, kissing him wantonly. It was all sugared embers and slow, rolling pleasure as they panted against one another’s mouths, Sean sitting back up again, moving his thumb to stroke over her clit.

He paused, pulling her legs up to rest over his shoulders, a fluttered rumble of the word fuck leaving his throat as he slipped deeper into her, grinning while his tongue licked a circle at her ankle. “You’re literally pouring wet, little vixen. God, it feels incredible.” He groaned, taking her foot and kissing it, sucking her toes, overcome by how she felt stretched around him.

Fixing a lustful gaze into the hypnotic blue of his stare, she ran her hand down to where they were fused, letting her fingers slip either side of his cock, her arousal throbbing strongly at feeling him thrusting so savagely. He had her mewling softly, leaning to suck her nipples in turn, his hips beginning to piston a little faster as the need to chase the lightning cracking beneath his skin became uncontained.

Her moans escalated as his mouth founds hers, kissing one another with furious need. “Fuck, you’re so bloody hot.” He winked in reply as she pushed her fingers into his mouth, watching him suck her wetness from them, biting gently, his groans vibrating against her hands as she ran them over his neck and chest. “Fuck me harder. Please, please give me that fucking perfect cock so hard, I scream.”

He relented to her command, cock speeding up its pace, Rin crying out, the thick heat of him absolutely incredible as he fucked her into the bed. It was almost inconceivable, how good he felt. She was utterly assailed by him, his chest heaving as that lightning beneath his skin began to gain heat and streak, thumb still rubbing on her clit as he stroked an explosion of sparks, pleasure sizzling through her.

The slick grip encasing him began to flutter madly, the sweet, heady rush capsizing them both, Rin lost in the huge wave that was the undoing driven into he as her nails gripped his shoulders, tearing down over his back. He collapsed to her, grunting at the pain of it, the pleasure throbbing through him, his spasming cock flooding her as he shuddered through his release. He rested his head to her chest, lungs heaving with effort, Rin moving her hands to stroke his face.

“Have I knackered you out?”

He turned his head, kissing her palm. “Not fucking yet, you haven’t.”

It was gone 3am before they fell asleep that night, Rin resting her hand to his chest as she drifted off. A moment passed, feeling his fingers curl around hers, moving it onto the pillow beside her head before he turned away from her.

“Hmmm, really just sex, then.” she thought, sighing softly and turning onto her front. If that was all it would be, she was fine with it. The confliction she felt as she turned to get comfortable was prompted by fact that at several points since his arrival, it hadn’t felt like that. Far from it. Or was she just looking into it too much? “Fucks sake. Just enjoy his dick and don’t stress.”

If she was ever going to take her own advice, that moment would have been a good time to start.

#sean wallace fanfiction #gangs of london fanfiction #sean wallace smut #sean wallace fanfic #sean wallace x ofc #sean wallace fic #gangs of london fanfic #gangs of london fic

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goliig68 · 9 months

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19 days fic rec

Recommending some of my favourite fics cuz why not! (With no particular order! I'm just starting from the first fic I read until the recent one)

I'm Not A Prostitute by traceytries

( E | 137,970 | 21/? )

He Tian and Red become fuckbuddies. This is an excuse for a whole lot of sexy times and the eventual feelings that come with it.

Note: my comfort fic for real❤ ( ch 10, 20 and 21 screaming at me BITCH WHAT COMFORT????) no but seriously, I really love this fic, a great combination of smut, angst and feelings. Would 100% recommend it 👌

nothing's gonna hurt you, baby by powerandpathos

( M | 50,318 | 7/7 )

Guan Shan's father leaves his family for work in New York at the beginning of the First World War — and is never heard from again.

In the autumn of 1928, thirteen years later, Guan Shan makes his own way to lower Manhattan's Little China to find him, with only the name of the man who signed his father's contract.

When he finds himself falling into the world of America's Roaring Twenties and Tong Wars, and everyone he meets is not quite as they seem, finding his father turns out to be much more complicated than he’d thought.

Note: this fic is a novel quality, like God I'm speechless. I love all the 30s vibe I got from this fic. I love everything about this fic. plot, dialogues and characterization everything about it is awesome.

Aphorism by powerandpathos

( E | 124,529 | 38/38 )

Jian Yi fell back into Zhengxi's life as if he had never gone; He Tian wanted Guan Shan in his and for him to never leave. But this isn't middle school, and they are no longer children, and nothing is that simple anymore.

Note: so angsty, so beautiful. A true masterpiece. I really cannot explain with words that how beautiful this fic is. I really loved how peaceful ending was. Just read it you won't regret it.

unstoppable force // immovable object by welcome2atlantis

( M | 78,173 | 9/? )

Mo Guanshan's latest contractual obligation is He Tian, mafia brat and resident pain in the ass. Only, it's less Mo working security, and more Mo playing nanny and trying to out stubborn his client.

Bodyguard!Mo suffers through He Tian's antics and accidentally falls for him in the process.

Note: a funny but also angsty story. I really love the interaction between characters, they really close to the canon (in my opinion) basically he tian is insufferable and guan shan suffers from that 😂 but also guan shan is gay and he tian is sexy and again guan shan suffers from that😂😂 some mental health issues will be discussed in this fic, so be warned if it triggers you.

Still Tripping Over You by AtomicNebula13

( E | 13,733 | 2/2 )

“Little Mo, don't drink anymore.”

The words fall on deaf ears as the slimmer man tries to keep his hold on the bottle but He Tian manages to wrestle it from him, causing some of the liquor to dribble down the redheads chin and neck. Mo stumbles a bit, unsteady on his feet but He Tian's arm wraps around his back to help him regain his balance.

“Stop drinking okay?” He Tian whispers into Mo's ear, knowing that if he doesn't stop him, the other man will most likely get sick. Mo is already sure to have a raging hangover tomorrow.

Bracing himself for harsh words or for Mo to push him away, he is taken aback when Mo clutches onto him, burying his flushed face into He Tian's neck.

Words are slurred out, muffled by his position so He Tian has to hold Mo closer to catch them.

“Chicken dick He... came back?”

Note: a hot, sexy, smuty fic🔥🔥 I'm shamelessly hoping something like this happens in the next Xmas chapter but china's censorship laws...😒 anyway! Just read it, the sex scene is very hot and detailed!

doubtful redemptions by figglypudding

( E | 20,979 | 2/5 )

“I won’t pepper you with personal questions. I won’t offer unsolicited advice or judgment. And I’ll play by your rules.”

His hand slid up from Mo’s wrist to wrap around his angry fist, bringing it towards him until its knuckles rested against his curving mouth. “And in exchange, you'll allow me to show you what it’s like to have a client that actually cares about your pleasure.”

*FORMERLY TITLED these violent delights*

Note: a dark and agsty au. I really love the description of characters, places, surroundings and everything and I'm really curious to know how the relationship between he tian and mo will develop! Please pay attention to tags and author's notes, when I said it's a dark au I really mean it! (Please check out author's other works in 19 days fandom! They are all great, and author has a great talent in writing hot and detailed smut scenes 🔥👌)

Found in Translation by mgsdays (regencyaus)

( T | 11,890 | 1/1 )

They meet on a train, going through a rural area in China. He Tian's feeling disillusioned with his brother and is running from the business meeting he's supposed to be in in Shanghai. That's about the time the hot redhead enters the train car and sits opposite him, murmured 'scuse me falling quietly from his lips.

One problem. Well, two: the guy is on the wrong seat. He Tian knows that he is because He Tian bought out every seat in the train car. He has no way to let the guy know that, considering He Tian doesn't speak a word of Chinese besides ni hao and his own name.

Which leads to problem two: redhead is breathtaking, fucking beautiful, and has an attitude to boot, and He Tian really, truly needs to make out with him, which will be difficult, considering, yeah, He Tian doesn't speak a word of Chinese besides ni hao and his own name.

He has a few hours on this train. It's going to be a long ride.

Note: so cute and wholesome💞 I was smiling the whole time reading it. I literally laughed when he tian was trying to show mo that they should kiss😂 really loved it!

lanterns on the lake by powerandpathos

( T | 17,760 | 1/1)

‘Will you kiss me?’

He Tian’s mouth opens, and he searches Guan Shan’s face, looking for something. He hasn’t taken a single step forward.

‘You’re really drunk,’ he says eventually.

‘So you won’t.’

‘Ah, fuck. Guan Shan.’ He chuckles without humour and scratches the back of his neck. ‘Listen to yourself—you barely let me touch you in case someone sees and now you want me to kiss you? That doesn’t make sense. It makes me feel a bit used, to be honest.’

Guan Shan pulls on a defiant expression. ‘Do you care?’

‘You won’t like me if I say no, so I’m going to say nothing.’

Note: oh man, wish I could add every fic written by powerandpathos here... this fic is so amazing, so angsty. I nearly fucking cried, I couldn't with all of feelings put in this fic, like, oh my god. Just read it, That's all I have to say.

fire and the flood by fayre

( M | 33,643 | 5/35 )

At this point, Guan Shan is no longer sure if it’s in his nature or if it’s been nurtured by the war.

After all, you can only nurture the best of the best when the world is slowly coming to a fucking end.

or: Pacific Rim AU, in which Guan Shan is a hopeless recruit, He Tian is a legacy more than anyone can handle, and the world is crashing down around their ears faster than they can process. It's a matter of finding something worth fighting for — but their futures are slipping through their fingers with every passing minute.

Note: this is like...my all time favourite au. Just seeing the "Pacific rim au" made me drop whatever I was doing and read this for the rest of day. And now I'm HOOKED and I'm thinking about this fic every day. I Don't know if author has any plans continuing this fic or no so enjoy what there is for now :')

True north by fayre

( M | 34,946 | 4/? )

“Do you think I’ll kill you?”

He Tian swallows. Says, “Not particularly.”

A pause. The night swallows them whole, relentless, and He Tian wishes it’d do a better job at hiding the expression Guan Shan shows him now.

“Do you think I should?” Guan Shan asks him.

“That’s not my decision to make.”

“But it was,” Guan Shan says, voice rough. “That night. I think you should’ve killed me. I think it would’ve been easier.”

And He Tian, staring at the ceiling, his spine digging into the floorboards, and far too aware of those amber eyes piercing him through the dark, says: “I think so, too.”

Note: a shapeshifter, historical fantasy au. I think about this fic every day too :') I'm literally dying to know how the relationship between he tian and guan would develop. Between two enemies who only know how to interact with their claws and arrows.

Vulnerability by powerandpathos

( E | 7,811 | 1/1 )

He Tian and Guan Shan try something new (aka bottom!He Tian)

Note: I know that not everyone are a big fan of bottom!He tian, but if you're like me, like to see he tian in vulnerable and submissive positions, then this fic is for you😈

desecration by fayre

( M | 29,719 | 5/11 )

It couldn’t have meant so little, stardust in the face of planets. It couldn’t have meant so little because, if it did, Guan Shan would no longer be able to recognize himself as the person he became in the aftermath. He’d be hollowed out, stripped of the lessons learned and the perspectives changed like loose threads on a tapestry being pulled apart. He couldn’t bear the thought that all of this — the fighting, the understanding, the falling, the loss, the violent and unceremonious unearthing — had been for nothing.

It was too painful to have been for nothing.

or: seven years later, he tian and jian yi return home. everyone has some healing to do.

Note: forget everything from Xmas special chapters. This is, this is the shit. This is the real angsty shit. That kind of angst that breaks your heart and you can hear the shattering. I have to check the tags every time to make sure it's happy ending😭 ( read everything written by fayre, all of their fics are beautiful and well written)

fairy tales by powerandpathos

( M | 18,001 | 1/1 )

‘You’re looking for a way out,’ he says quietly. ‘You think I’m everythin’ you're not. Free to say what I want, be where I want to be. None of it’s real.’

‘You make it easy to feel like it is.’

Guan Shan nods. Knowing he’s only met Prince He Tian three times, and knowing the truth of it is inexplicable, he says, ‘So do you.’

Note: AHHHH I really love this fic, it's really beautiful🥹💞 Prince!he tian falling in love with guan shan at the first sight. It's a beautiful royalty au.

I hold you, you hold me by Asfodel

( T | 4,434 | 1/1 )

He Tian, tall, handsome, dapper He Tian could be considered great in a lot of areas. People around him praised his manners, his perfect grades, his hand writing was neat, he was athletic, eloquent, charming and self-aware enough to be absurdly confident. Guan Shan would add that he was also excellent at being a pain in the ass.

Sleeping, however, wasn’t his forte.

Or He Tian has nightmares but he also has Guan Shan.

Note: this fic is really beautiful, wholesome and lovely 😭💞💞 it's also very underrated, please go read it, it literally swooned my heart ❤

Aaaand that's all! I wanted to add every fic I've read but it's already getting too long so I added the ones I really, really liked! But please read every fic written by these authors, every each of them are great and talented authors, and they have written great fics for 19 days fandom! Thank you to all authors out there, yall are amazing and I love you😭❤🫂

#19 days #fanfic #19 days fanfic #tianshan #zhanyi

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 10 months

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7 AM IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD

Hello, hello!

That's our boy special holiday, the Let Papyrus says Fuck day! Here goes a little something I wrote especially for the occasion, because Papyrus is not a child and can fight your local Karen everyday.

The story is under the cut. You can read it too on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47914330

@letpapyrussayfuckofficial

Papyrus rarely lost his patience. He considered himself being a pretty open guy, about all sorts of things, even the one he didn't really want to hear but that people told to him anyways because he was suffering the syndrome of the "cute friendly face". But today? Today was too much.

He knew the second they moved in this part of the town that this Karen neighbor was going to be a problem. Sans said he was paranoid, that she was really sweet with him and that maybe he was thinking this too much. Yes, maybe she was nice with Sans (everyone was nice to Sans for some reason), but she surely had something against him specifically. He didn't understand why, he never did anything to that woman, but she simply hated his non-existent guts. How rude.

Papyrus tried everything to make friends: inviting her home for dinner, baking cute little cupcakes, even letting her borrow his washing machine when hers died, but was only rewarded with sassy remarks, dark stares and criticisms. "You know Papyrus, those cupcakes are pretty good for a child. A bit messy, but you know how children are. Oh sorry, Frisk did them, right?" She knew they did not. "Maybe you should use a smaller washing machine, since your are only two at home. You probably don't need that much clothes since you're a skeleton." Well, she clearly never had to go through one of Sans' ketchup wars to judge like that. "You could have way more friends if you put a little effort into it, Papyrus", "You should take exemple on my lawn, Papyrus", "Ah, yes, your car is twenty years old, right, Papyrus?".

Papyrus this, Papyrus that, Papyrus was going hecking crazy and no one seemed to notice. He was at his limit for a long time already.

But this, this was too much.

He just entered his car at 7 am in the morning, because Sans had a night hunger and emptied the whole fridge, and now there was nothing for breakfast. He just wanted to go to the grocery store, buy what he needed, and leave. He barely started the engine that, in the corner of his eye sockets, he noticed his neighbor coming at him, visibly furious. She was dragging two huge trash cans that she put in his alley, to prevent him from leaving the house. Papyrus grinned his teeth together, sighed deeply and rolled his eyes, before opening the window and forcing a false-friendly:

"HELLO DEAR NEIGHBOUR, DO YOU NEED SOMETHING?"

"Of course I need something! It is 7 in the morning and I worked late in the night! Your devilish machine is roaring like a dying truck! You awakened the whole neighborhood! Don't you know there's children sleeping so early in the morning! They have school soon. Can't you show a little respect or is it too much to ask Mr Papyrus?!"

Papyrus screamed internally. He literally just started his car, and it was obvious she was already waiting for him outside, searching for an excuse to come at him so soon in the morning. His car was electric and perfectly silent. She just wanted to scream at something, and that something was obviously him. Papyrus smiled patiently.

"ARE YOU FINISHED? CAN I LEAVE NOW?" he asked in a cold passive-aggressive tone that wasn't Papyrus-like at all. He didn't like to talk like this to people, but some people just deserved it.

"Didn't you hear what I just said? Cut the engine before I call the cops! You think you can do what you want? I lived in this street for 25 years and before you monsters came, it was a respectable side of the town. Now you are scaring the children, and making noise in the morning, and not even taking care properly of your house. Look at that lawn, it's disgusting! The old owners at least knew how to clean a wall! Yours is getting green!"

"YEAH, THAT MUST BE THE MONSTER'S FAULT, YOU ARE SO RIGHT!"

"Are you mocking me? You think I can't scream at you because you're a monster?! I am older than you! You need to respect the elders! I lived in this street for 25 years!"

"YOU ALREADY SAID IT, YES." he answered sarcastically. "KEEP PRETENDING I'M AN HORRIBLE PERSON, I'LL KEEP PRETENDING YOUR DISGUSTING LEMON SQUARES ARE EDIBLE, YADA, YADA. CAN I NOW PLEASE LEAVE MY HOUSE OR ARE YOU GOING TO BE AN OLD RACIST BOOMER ON ME AGAIN?"

"Excuse me?! How dare you! I am not a racist! I have a monster friend! You can't call people like that, it's illegal. I am going to report you, you hear me? I am calling the cops right now!"

"PLEASE DO. MY FRIEND UNDYNE IS COMMANDING THE POLICE STATION. I AM VERY SURE SHE WILL BE ENTERTAINING BY YOUR STORY. WELL, THAT WAS A NICE CONVERSATION. THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL LEAVE N-"

She suddenly angrily punched the front of his car, leaving a big mark on it. Papyrus' jaw stayed open, in shock. He slowly turned his head to hers. That's it, he was pissed off. And done with this shit. He opened his door. The neighbor suddenly threw herself on the ground, screaming like she was getting murdered. Papyrus looked at her blankly. What the-. He didn't have time for this! He angrily stomped to the end of the alley and kicked at full force the two trash cans, making them fall on the ground, and out of the way. Her neighbor kept screaming, the phone in her hand, and she apparently called the police. Greaaaaaaat.

Papyrus got close to her again. She screamed at him to stay away. He walked to her anyway and picked her phone up.

"HELLO? THIS IS THE GREAT PAPYRUS SPEAKING."

"Papyrus?" A raspy sleepy familiar voice answers. "The hell is happening? Someone called and then she was just screaming and I have a headache now."

"OH, GOOD MORNING UNDYNE! DON'T WORRY, THIS IS JUST MY NEIGHBOR. SHE IS CRYING BECAUSE SOMEONE CRASHED INTO HER WALL. BUT NOTHING IS BROKEN, NO NEED TO COME. YOU KNOW HOW THIS IS. ACCIDENTS."

"Oh, ok. Do you need hel-"

"HAVE A NICE END OF SHIFT, SEE YOU TONIGHT!"

He hung up. The neighbor looked at him in bewilderment. He gave her back the phone.

"YOU BETTER CALL YOUR INSURANCE COMPANY FOR THAT WALL, IT WOULD BE A SHAME THE OLDEST HOUSE OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD STAYS DAMAGED LIKE THAT. WHAT WOULD EVERYONE TELL? YOU? NOT TAKING CARE PROPERLY OF YOUR HOUSE?! THAT WOULD BE DRAMATIC!"

"What are you even talking about?"

"OH, NOTHING, I AM JUST RAMBLING. BYE!"

He got into his car, put it into reverse gear, and sped it. The car violently crashed into the neighbor's wall, not hard enough to hurt his precious car, but enough to create a large crack in the house.

"WOOPS!" he screamed from his window. "PEOPLE REALLY DON'T KNOW HOW TO DRIVE IN THIS CITY!"

Papyrus waved goodbye to his speechless neighbor, showing his magnificent and best middle finger, and left for his grocery trip, a huge smile on his face. He never felt more satisfied in his life.

#letpapyrussayfuck #let papyrus say fuck #undertale #papyrus #undertale fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #undertale fic #undertale ao3

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toyybox · 5 days

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Spiderwebs #32: Redmond

Masterlist

content: past starvation

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The truck stop had a store beside it. It was a warm morning, considering they were in the middle of winter. There were still not many people around. He was hungry.

The hunger came on with a violent force and speed, waking him up before the sunshine or Heather ever could. Now that Jackie had access to soup and tea and such luxuries, it seemed that his appetite had returned. His head ached, his limbs ached, his chest ached, and his guts shredded themselves into knots. It was a desire that drowned out all other wants, suffocated all thoughts, as sudden and intrusive as a bullet wound.

It was a wonder, really, how he survived this long without any proper sustenance. He could believe in gouged eyes, severed limbs, and charred skin, but surviving extreme starvation was a little ridiculous. As an esteemed biochemist once said: was he a fucking plant? That wouldn’t make any sense, either. There was no sunlight in the basement. Those pages of Oliver Twist he gnawed on couldn’t have possibly been enough. But his biology didn’t care for such intricacies. He needed to deal with it immediately, and he would suffer immensely until these demands were met.

“Heather.”

“Yes, Jackie?”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d be digging my own grave. I feel like I’m gonna keel over. Or puke.” He put his head against her shoulder. “I’m starving. Can I get—I don’t know, whatever this truck stop sells. I could eat a horse right now.”

“I’ll get you something. Don't be so dramatic.” She unlocked her door. “Do you think you can walk?”

“I can walk. A little.”

“Then you’re coming with me.” Heather cleared her throat. “Listen carefully. If anybody asks, your name is Elijah Smith. You’re my boyfriend, and we’re here on holiday. Don’t talk to anybody unless prompted. Try not to look so… I don’t know, inexplicably exhausted? Try to act natural.”

“Your boyfriend?” He cocked his head to one side, grinning.

“Funny you should mention that. I actually spent a lot of time thinking about this. You could pretend to be my brother, but the problem is that I’m an only child. Any investigator with half their wits could read my files and find out we’re lying. I’m not married, either, and I’ve never been divorced, so you can’t take my hypothetical husband’s name. You could be my friend, obviously, but that would sound suspicious. We will be sleeping in the same room, after all. People think romantic relationships are more important, and I’d rather not elicit any strange looks if we check into a hotel together. Any attention is bad attention. That about covers it, I think. Oh, and I don’t think you could ever pretend to be my dad. No offense, but you barely look twenty.”

"...Oh. Okay."

“By the way, if you’re planning to yell for help, don’t bother. I’ve got a pistol in my bag.” She opened the car door. There were sounds of seagulls—were they near water?—and the distant murmur of wind, as well as the dull roar of trucks above all that. “Come on. We don’t have all day.”

He left the car as well, and managed to stand up despite the debilitating sensation in his stomach. The air was rich with the scent of lake scum and dead fish, and quite a bit warmer than the biting breeze he’d felt the night before. There were a few trucks around, and one or two cars. A stray candy wrapper crashed and stumbled across the concrete. The yellow plastic was so vivid to him. Brilliant as a sheaf of gold, catching the sunlight like a newly cut jewel. It was lovely to be outside again.

Heather took his hand, a little too tightly, and they walked into the store. A bell rang above the doorway. It was not very big, but not crowded either. Its stock was similar to a convenience store, except they also sold pastries and coffee. No tea. He hadn’t seen this much food since… well. There were no polite euphemisms for kidnapping. It was hard for Jackie to take his eyes off the strudels and croissants, even as Heather spoke to him.

“I don’t know if they have soup,” she said in a low tone. “Do you think you can eat something else?”

He nodded. “I want a muffin. Can I have a muffin?”

“Alright, I’ll buy a muffin. Go look at some hunting knives or something. Don’t leave the store, though. I’ll come over when I’m done.”

He glanced over to the aisle of hunting knives. “Why do they have so many?”

“Lord knows.” She let go of his hand.

He was left standing there, feeling rather lost in such a public space.

He could have screamed. He could have run outside and kept running until his lungs went raw, or until the police found him. But to risk losing Heather’s trust would be suicide—no, a kamikaze, considering how much was at stake for her. And he would never get that muffin. Besides, he did sympathize with her situation. It wasn’t easy being on the run. He didn’t have to make things difficult for her.

Either way, the cost of failure was too high. It was hard to forget the scars along his chest, or the burns on his skin. Escape was a pipe dream best left to rot.

The hunting knives were not particularly interesting, but they were something new, and he was always craving something new lately. They were small, curved on the edges. Used for skinning animals, he assumed. He didn’t think such a tiny knife could kill anything. But they were probably meant to be souvenirs, rather than actual tools. Some of them had little designs on the handles. There was one with the words Redmond, Washington on it, under the city’s pine tree symbol.

Redmond? We aren’t in Seattle anymore? Did Heather even live in Seattle? He had always assumed so. His old apartment was in Seattle. But it wasn’t a stretch to assume she’d gone hunting out of town, so to speak. She could have driven across the state in order to abduct her newest organ donor, even across the country. They couldn’t have reached a new state so quickly, though, so she probably still lived somewhere in Washington. Also, didn’t she have an address? Obviously. Everyone did. Why didn’t he check the address above her garage? There had to be one, but it had completely slipped his mind. I’m such an idiot. That’s why I got into this mess in the first place.

“Here’s your muffin.”

He jumped. “Shit, Heather, you could have said hello first. How do you walk so quietly?”

“You’re just zoned out half the time. You wouldn’t notice me if I came in with a tuba and a clown nose.” She gave him the muffin. In her other hand was another coffee, in a cup made out of green paper. “We can eat in the car. Come on.”

He followed her to the door. The bell rang above their heads, one last time. The birds continued to screech, somewhere unseen in the bright blue sky.

The smell of stagnant water returned, but only until they entered the car again, where it was quickly replaced by the smell of leather seats. Jackie shifted to get as comfortable as he could, while Heather tapped her fingers on the wheel.

He studied his muffin. It had chocolate chips. He hadn’t eaten chocolate in… he wasn’t sure, actually. There had been a chocolate cake, at some point. So many shiny, new things. He was a magpie in a jeweler’s house, so fascinated by all these wonders of life. Another shiny, new thing to pass the time.

He liked muffins. He wanted to eat it. Of course. Obviously. Why wouldn’t he? He was so hungry, God. He couldn’t imagine going on a strike now. He would faint first. The craving was so strong that he didn’t know how to even start. He hadn’t eaten in so long.

“What’s wrong with the food?” she asked.

“Sorry.” He kept his stare down. Didn’t Heather have a thing against apologies? Too late now, anyway. He just needed to eat. He needed to get it over with. It made him sick, rising with a feeling like nausea in his stomach. His vision came unfocused, like rows of tilting mirrors, like the world was tilting on its axis. But he couldn’t look away, or stay still any longer.

“You know what, I think I forgot something in there.” Abruptly, Heather opened the car door and stepped outside. “Don’t wait for me. Bye.”

He turned towards her, but she was already gone, and he was by himself.

He let out a short, shaky exhale. She definitely didn’t forget anything. It was surely a lie. Besides, it wasn’t like Heather to leave him unattended. She was probably watching from somewhere remote, where he couldn’t see her. But that was what mattered: he couldn’t see her, couldn’t feel her stare.

She’d done it for his sake, to give him that thin veneer of privacy. Was it guilt, or apathy? Disgust at his weakness? Or maybe even kindness, despite his better judgment.

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@yassifiedinformation @creppersfunpalooza

@vidawhump

#whump #whump writing #my writing #Spiderwebs toyybox #carewhumper #Truck stops are great #No road trip is complete without the chance to finally leave the car and eat a donut or something

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psychologicalwarclaire · 2 months

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Number 4.

Jay again

The blue ninja must suffer!

Jay + Gagged

Ironic :)

Jay's friends called his babbling obnoxious. Master Wu called it distracting. Nya called it cute.

Jay called it a coping mechanism.

And right then, he needed all the coping could get.

So he chatted.

As the Sons Garmadon chained him to a support beam, he commented on ever aspect of their outfits. He talked about the most boring ninja missions the team had ever been on. He explained the plot of not one, not two, but twenty-three Starfarer comics. He told the absolute worst jokes in his entire pun arsenal. He launched rapid fire questions at the guards without waiting for an answer.

Jay had long since perfected his act: pitching his voice perfectly to be as squeaky as possible, wearing them down, letting his words grate and grate and grate until the henchmen would rather face the wrath of their higher ups than listening to his drone. If he was talking, he was in control.

And besides all that, if he didn't focus on something random to babble on about, the reality of his situation would set in.

And then he would panic.

And there would be no coming back from that.

Luckily, with the SoG, he was chill as could be. And they were close to breaking-- he could see it in their eye twitches. Soon he would be home to brag about his 'daring' escape to his friends.

He miscalculated.

"ENOUGH!!!" one of the guys roared.

"Nah, I'm not done! There are still seven steps left in Kai's hair care routine. You definitely need that, dude. I can see your split ends from all the way over here. In fact, as you walk closer, I can see even more-- hey hey wait what are you doing?! What are you doing?!?!"

The thug tore Jay's ninja mask off his face, ripping it in two ragged pieces.

"Dude! Not cool! You know we have those custom made, right? You can't just-- MMMFFPH!"

Taking advantage of Jay's chatter, the man roughly shoved a wad of blue fabric into his open mouth. It hit the back of his throat, triggering his gag reflex.

Before he had time to spit it out, the thug slammed the back of Jay's head against the metal beam. Stars popped in front of his eyes. Dazed, he couldn't even struggle as the rest of the mask was tied across his mouth. The man tightened the knot, painfully tying in some of Jay's curly hair in the process.

He rammed Jay's skull against the metal beam once more for good measure, and walked away, chuckling.

Jay tried to make a noise around the wad of slowly moistening fabric. He choked.

Tears filled his eyes as he gagged. Jay breathed rapidly through his nose, desperate not to throw up; it would have nowhere to go.

His jaw already ached, and drool was starting to slide down his chin from him inability to close his mouth or move his lips.

And then he realized how quiet it was.

Silence.

They were not going to let him go. Who knew what they were going to do with him now. He was trapped. A prisoner.

Trapped trapped trapped trapped trapped trapped trapped trapped trapped--

Jay screamed through his mask, high and reedy. The SoG guards just laughed. He thrashed, feeling his chains tug at his wrists.

His breath quickened, sharp and shallow though his nose. No no no no he was going to hyperventilate-- but now he was only panicking more!

Jay groaned through his mask, choking again.

"Shut it," the other guard scoffed. "Next time we'll cut out your tongue."

Jay squeezed his eyes shut and let tears slide down his face.

Silent. And powerless.

#taaa daaaa #i can't promise I'll get to all of these but I'll still try #ninjago #my writing #cookie crumbs #ask game #angst

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nebulablakemurphy · 6 months

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Through Love And By Love (Pt. 17)

Summary: Twenty-Two years ago, Draco Malfoy used the imperius curse to slow Voldemort’s rise to power. No good deed goes unpunished. Warning: this series contains mature subject matter surrounding use of the imperius curse (dub-con), discussions of trauma and mental illness; reader discretion advised.

Part 16

Lucius has a few theories, as to why Rabastan might be interested in his daughter-in-law, but they will require further analysis to determine which is his true motive. “I’d like you to try something.”

“Sure,” Rosanna nods.

Lucius returns the gesture before handing her a blank piece of parchment. “Keep hold of this, as best you can.”

“With magic?”

Lucius narrows his eyes, “yes, darling girl, with magic.”

Draco widens his stance, trying to figure out what his father is playing at.

“Now Draco, try to take it from her.” Lucius instructs.

“No.” Draco clenches his jaw.

“For Salazar’s sake, the only thing you will hurt is her ego.” If it were more than that, he wouldn’t be asking.

“She is very sweet, Draco.” The dark lord purrs. He would, from time to time, inspect Draco’s mind to be sure he was ‘performing’ to the best of his abilities.

“Yes, my lord.” Keep her image out of your wretched mind.

“However, she is not yet with child.” Voldemort croons, pacing leisurely about the room.

“I assure you, it is not for lack of trying.”

Voldemort releases a sound that could almost be a laugh, if not for its demented nature. “Alternative methods may be necessary in order for her to reproduce with someone of your pedigree.”

“Of course, my lord.” Draco bites his tongue.

“This will surely aid in conception.” Voldemort says, producing a box from thin air. A pink ribbon lies in wait, enchanted with the most powerful fertility charms known to man. Something pretty for him to look at.

Draco nods, “thank you, my lord.”

“Do enjoy her, Draco.” Voldemort is taunting him now, seeing how far he can push, before Draco snaps.

With that he is excused.

He returns to his room with the box, finding Rosanna perched on top of the bed, reading. Under the imperius curse, his only requirements of her are to do whatever she likes and to say what she feels. If something bothers her, he needs to know in order to fix it.

“I want to go outside.” She tells him, almost immediately.

“Alright, we’ll go for a walk around the grounds, after a while.” He kicks off his shoes.

“I want to go outside the gate.”

Draco sighs, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’s not safe for you, remember how I told you?”

“I’ll be good.” Rosanna promises.

Draco’s knees buckle, all of the air leaving his lungs. She thinks she can’t go outside because of something she’s done. “You are good, Rosanna. You’re so good. This is not a punishment, darling. Only to keep you safe. I thought you knew that. I apologize for not making it clear.”

“Why are you upset?”

Draco swallows down his guilt, moving to sit behind her on the bed. “I’ll tell you a story.” He says, delicately gathering her hair at the nape of her neck and tying the bow in place. “Once upon a time there was a girl; she was an angel. She was wild and free, until she met a boy who wasn’t an angel. He loved her wings, but it wasn’t safe for her to fly, so he couldn’t let her use them for a little while. But only for a little while.”

Draco comes back to himself, blood boiling, “have I not taken enough from her?” He roars, causing his father to take a step back, raising his hands.

“Draco, I’m only trying to help.” Lucius reminds him. He hasn’t seen his son this way in years. Lucius is not a fool, he knows that Draco has suffered his fair share, in the name of love. Somehow it’s still jarring to see such a visceral reaction, after all these years, over a piece of parchment.

Rosanna sets the paper aside, closing the distance between herself and her husband, rubbing circles along his back to soothe him. His eyes find hers, haunted and desperate. His mind far away from his body. “It’s ok, I’m ok.”

Draco grabs her then, crushing her to him, one hand snakes up to the nape of her neck, fisting in the hair there. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok, Draco. Everything is ok, I promise.” She shakes her head, “you’re all that matters to me. We don’t have to do this.”

The light is around them then, soft and glowing, keeping them together and safe.

“Your magic is enmeshed.” Lucius realizes, straight away. “There is a reason that Leo is the only child ever born of an imperius curse, it isn’t possible. Not only have you muddled in dark magic and created life, you’ve bound yourselves together in every way a witch and wizard can. Now that her magic serves you, anytime Rosanna tries to use an amount of power that your magic deems dangerous, it will try to stop her. Imagine hitting a brick wall, but she’s stubborn. She heads back at the wall, with a running start and as a result she is met with further resistance.”

“How do we stop it?” Draco asks.

Lucius sighs, “there are times we must lie in the bed we’ve made. She can no longer over extend herself. A few examples might be, shattering an imperius curse, her stunt on the stairs, at Hogwarts with Nagini, performing advanced legillimacy on a member of a family she is bound to, scrying for someone across time and space.”

Rosanna turns back to Draco, he blinks at her, opening his mouth to speak. “It’s ok, Draco.”

“No, it is not ok,” Draco sneers. “I am tired of having to be the one who takes things from you. I won’t do it anymore, Rosanna, I can’t.”

“Please don’t do this, don’t blame yourself.” Don’t let this eat at your soul, like all the other things you did trying to save mine.

“Is it only you who has the luxury of hating yourself?”

“I have good reason-”

“As do I,” his eyes are cold, sharp like daggers.

“I love you.” Rosanna tells him, the same way he does, each time her self loathing bubbles out. It feels silly to say it, surely he knows. It is love that brought them here, love that turned them into this and it can’t save them now.

“Through love and by love castles will crumble.” Draco says, bitterly. “We should have heeded the warning.” With that he turns and takes his leave, it hurts to look at her.

“Please,” Rosanna follows him out into the hallway. “Draco, I can live without the things I lost.”

He pauses, no more determined strides away from her.

“I can’t live without you, please. Take anything else, just don’t take yourself away from me.”

She’s begging now…please after please. “I need a moment. Can you give me that?”

A moment. A moment away from her. “Yes.”

“This isn’t a punishment, Rosanna. I need you to understand that. I love you.” I love you too much.

With that he is gone, disapparating into thin air.

Lucius joins his daughter-in-law in the hallway, “Narcissa and I always hoped the two of you would grow out of this.”

Rosanna swipes traitorous tears from her cheeks, “sorry to disappoint.”

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The children in school have returned to Hogwarts, under special supervision. Leaving only Rosanna and Corina in the manor, upstairs in her playroom. The little girl is stacking blocks, wailing and flickering the lights when they tumble over.

“No lights, Corina.” Rosanna reminds her.

“Mummy, it’s broken.”

“Can I help you fix it?” She hadn’t allowed her to touch it a moment ago.

“Uh huh.” The two year old nods.

Rosanna criss crosses her legs on the floor, taking one of the larger blocks to start building a foundation. “Should we build a castle?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you for using your words.” Rosanna smiles.

“I’m a big girl.” Corina says, handing her mother a new block of choice.

“Yes, you are. I’m so proud of you.” The swift pop of apparition draws Rosanna’s attention.

“Daddy!” Corina makes a beeline for him.

“Hello, my darling girl.” Draco takes her into his arms, as if nothing has happened, as if he hasn’t been gone for hours.

“Oh good, you’re here.” Rosanna deadpans.

“I meant to return sooner, but Potter called for me.” Draco explains, his tone clipped.

“Harry called for you?”

“We are partners, Rosanna. It happens on occasion.”

“What for?”

“Nothing to worry about, it’s being handled.”

She scoffs. How dare you? How dare you disappear, how dare you withhold information? Rosanna moves to stand, starting towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Draco is there, blocking her path, Corina still in his arms.

“To see Harry.” She begins skirting around him.

“Why?” Draco moves again to stop her.

“Because you’re not going to tell me.”

“I never said I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Then tell me.”

“We’re closing in on a suspect we believe may have leaked the files.” He explains.

“Is that all?”

“Yes, sweetheart.” He softens, marginally.

“Why didn’t you start with that?”

“I apologize, I wasn’t thinking straight. I just wanted to see you.” He’s come to her without his bearings.

“I’m sorry,” Rosanna apologizes, he’s doing exactly what she asked him to. “I didn’t realize.”

“It’s alright.” Draco assures her, “have you had dinner?”

“No, not yet.” The question is too simple, mundane.

“Would you join me? And Corina, of course.” He nods to their daughter.

“Yeah, that’d be great. Should we change?” Rosanna looks down at herself, jeans and a t-shirt. She hadn’t planned on leaving their estate, as for Corina, she plays hard, her romper is evidence of that.

Draco moves his eyes down the length of her, in his perfectly pressed suit, as if the thought hadn’t occurred to him. “If you’d like. I’ll take care of her, you go on.”

“Ok,” Rosanna side steps him again and this time he allows it. Kissing his cheek once, in parting.

“I love you.” He tells her. “I love you terribly.”

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A night out in muggle London is good for them, laughing and talking for hours, in the booth of their favorite Italian restaurant.

“We should get out of here,” Rosanna says, realizing the time, “I’m sure other people would like to have dinner too.”

“I’ve reserved this room for the rest of the night, there’s no need to rush.”

Rosanna nods, taking another sip from her wine. “Of course you did, why wouldn’t Draco Malfoy rent out an entire restaurant for dinner?”

“You’re worth much more than that,” Draco reminds her. He’d give her the moon if she wanted it.

Corina is clanking two spoons together, “on mummy’s nose.” She holds one out to Rosanna.

Rosanna takes the silverware, “let’s see.” She releases a puff of warm air onto the inside of the spoon, before attempting to balance it on her nose. It sticks after the second try. “Here we go.”

“On my mummy’s nose.” Corina rejoices, clapping her hand together.

“Your mummy is silly, isn’t she?” Draco grins.

“On daddy’s nose.” Corina holds out the second spoon to him.

“Oh,” Draco accepts the utensil from her, “how do I-”

“Just let your breath hit the inside and then try to stick it to your nose.”

“Easier said than done.” It takes several tries.

“You did it, daddy!”

Draco smiles, like he’s won an award.

“High five,” Rosanna extends her arm across the table carefully, still balancing the spoon.

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Corina is asleep the moment her head hits the pillow. They were out well after her bedtime. Rosanna closes her daughter’s door behind her and makes her way down the hall.

On the table, outside their bedroom, is a crystal vase with pink roses. She plucks the card off the top.

-You look ravishing tonight, Mrs. Malfoy.

Rosanna leans forward, taking a whiff from the arrangement. They smell amazing, better than anything she’s ever smelt. Draco must have enchanted them with something.

She keeps moving, knowing he’ll be waiting for her inside. He’s dressed in silk, emerald green, pajamas. The Slytherin Prince.

A slow grin spreads across her lips as she crosses the room to him. “Unzip?”

Draco turns her away, now facing the long mirror against the wall.

He told her once it may as well be the mirror of Erised. He only sees her in it, the deepest, most desperate desire of his heart. Then he’d made love to her, in front of it, until she was sure her fingers had cracked the edges.

Draco slides the zipper down to the small of her back with care. The dimples at the base of her spine peeking out from above her knickers.

“Thank you for the flowers,” Rosanna breathes. As he uncoils her hair, letting it fall wildly about her shoulders.

“What flowers?” Draco presses a kiss to the base of her neck.

“The ones in the hall.”

“Sweetheart, I didn’t leave you flowers.” Another kiss, this time behind her ear.

“They smelled so good,” Rosanna drawls, her mind is fuzzy, “they smelled like you.” She watches his expression shift, in the mirror. Her legs are made of jelly and he’s the only thing keeping her upright.

“Tell me more about the flowers, Ro.”

“There was a note but- I don’t… I can’t remember.” It startles her, enough that she begins struggling in his hold. Why can’t she remember?

“Shhh, I’ve got you.” Draco soothes, shuffling her toward the bed.

Her dress is gone and he slips a night gown over her head. “My head hurts.”

“Try to relax, I’m running a diagnostic charm.” Draco has his wand held over her. Hands trembling as he hurries to make sense of this.

There’s something she needs, someone depending on her. “Where’s the baby?”

“I’ll get Corina. Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”

Something is falling; dripping, metallic and thick into her mouth. She brings a hand up to wipe it away, blinking at her fingers. It’s blood, her blood. “Draco?”

“You look ravishing tonight, Mrs. Malfoy.” A voice from above her murmurs.

Not Draco, not any voice she can place. Everything goes black.

Part 18

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