#oh i tried so hard to make this smaller but something overcame me and i simply could not

[trashyswitch]

A Hidden Animatronic's Story

Gregory and Glamrock Freddy find another freddy animatronic in the back room of the pizzaplex...a golden freddy animatronic, with a past that had been well hidden for decades.

This fanfic prompt was suggested by @agarus-fallen-lershal. I hope you enjoy!

Gregory hopped into Glamrock Freddy’s stomach compartment and rode to the back of the fazbear Pizzaplex. And in there…was a hidden old animatronic. It was…shaped like Glamrock Freddy? But…an old gold color.

“Hey Freddy…” Gregory said. “Look at that.”

Gregory got out of Freddy’s belly and walked over to the golden bear. “What is this?” Gregory asked as he walked closer to the bear.

“I don’t know…I’ve never seen it before.” Freddy reacted. “It…It looks like you…but…” Gregory looked closer at the golden bear and felt the fur-like cover on the bear. “Furry.” Gregory finished.

Freddy knelt down to look at the bear. He reached his hand out and felt the hand of the animatronic. “How strange…”

Gregory hugged the animatronic, and discovered something weird about it: The animatronic was hard like metal, but soft on the outside. Gregory grabbed the animatronic’s ear and started moving it up and down. “Hey Freddy? Are you able to wiggle your ears?” Gregory asked.

“Yes, I can!” Freddy wiggled his ears on command.

Gregory smiled. “This bear could wiggle its ears too.” Gregory told him. “Huh…” Freddy walked up to the animatronic and stretched it out. “It’s…smaller than I am.” Freddy told him. “Wow…” Gregory reacted. Gregory and Freddy observed the bear. “Do you think the bear is an animatronic too?” Gregory asked.

“It would seem so, Gregory.” Freddy replied. “What’s it doing here?” Gregory asked.

“I don’t know.” Freddy replied.

Gregory tried to pick up the big bear, but it was really heavy. “I’m not even gonna try and pick that up.” Gregory told him.

“I can.” Freddy said as he picked up the animatronic. He lifted it a good 3 feet in the air, and scanned it with his eye scanners. “It’s not a threat…” Freddy determined. “It also appears to be lifeless.” Freddy said as he looked at Gregory. But Gregory’s eyes grew wide as he noticed something huge that heavily contradicted what Freddy just said.

“What?” Freddy asked Gregory, confused by his expression. “Th-The eyes-” Gregory revealed.

“What eyes?” Freddy asked, before looking towards the golden bear. Freddy’s confused look quickly morphed into a terrified look as he realized that the animatronic was actually alive. Freddy gasped and dropped the animatronic, making a loud crash onto the floor. “Let’s go!” Freddy ordered, picking up the kid as he took off running.

Gregory’s view could be seen behind Freddy as he ran, so he was able to see the golden bear behind him. “He’s following us!” Gregory yelled.

“I’ll try to get it off our tail!” Freddy told him. He tried a few turns and tried hiding behind a pillar. But the animatronic ran up to the other side of the pillar and tried to snatch Gregory. “NO!” Freddy bashed it in the head with his foot and took Gregory back. “Hands off my kid!” Freddy shouted back.

“It’s me.” The golden bear said.

Freddy held onto Gregory tightly and listened to the animatronic. “Who…Who are you?”

The animatronic walked up to Freddy and looked down. “I’m sorry.” A different voice spoke from the animatronic. This time, it sounded like a little girl.

The golden bear fell to their knees and kept looking down.

“I don’t know what overcame me.” The girl spoke from the golden bear. “I’ve been stuck in here for so long…”

Gregory slowly started to let go of Freddy. “Put me down please.” Gregory ordered softly.

Freddy nodded and gently put Gregory down. Once Gregory was down, Gregory walked up to the animatronic bear and…hugged it.

“You’re a missing child…aren’t you?” Gregory asked.

The animatronic kept its head down. “Yes…” She replied slowly. “What year is it?” She asked.

Gregory closed his eyes. “2029.” Gregory replied.

The animatronic nodded and hugged Gregory back. “Oh…”

Gregory looked down. He felt sad. “How old were you when you died?” Gregory asked.

“I was 6 and a half…” The voice replied.

Gregory opened his eyes in horror. 6?! She was 6 when she died?! Gregory could easily remember his life from when he was 6. His 6 year old life was wonderful. Stress-free. Fun. No child should have to deal with death at age 6.

Gregory couldn’t stop himself from crying. It was weird…crying over a stranger. But…It felt right.

“That was many years ago.” She told him.

Gregory wiped his tears out of his eyes and looked at the animatronic. “I’m sad for you.” He told her.

The animatronic bear placed a rusty hand onto Gregory’s cheek. “It’s alright.” She told him. “I’ve thought long and hard about it.” She told him.

This just made Gregory cry more. He couldn’t imagine dying at such a young age. The golden bear gently wiped away the tears that fell from Gregory’s eyes.

“There were more disappearances…Weren’t there?” Gregory asked.

The animatronic nodded. “I’m afraid there were more…many more.” She told him. “And he’s not gone…not yet. He’s still here.” She added.

Gregory widened his eyes. “The killer?” Gregory asked.

“Yes.” She replied. “The killer is still there…hidden in an animatronic. Possessing everything in his path.” The girl spoke. “We-We have to stop him!” Gregory reacted.

“No…” The golden animatronic shook her head. “He’s suffering enough.” She told him. “And he’ll continue to suffer for all eternity.” She told him.

“How long will that be?” Gregory asked.

“Forever.” She replied.

Gregory looked down and nodded in understanding. He understood clearly. “Where’s everyone else?” Gregory asked.

“They’re in heaven.” She told him. “I was the only one who didn’t make it.” She mentioned. Gregory looked away and teared up again.

“But don’t worry.” She told him. “I’ll be okay.”

Gregory looked at her with uncertain eyes.

“Come on…” The golden animatronic’s hand tickled Gregory’s side a little. “Lighten up a little.”

Gregory smiled a little, but pushed the hand away.

The Golden animatronic tried tickling under his chin next. This got a giggle out of Gregory, but he kept pushing the hand away. “No.”

“You don’t need to carry the burden of my death on your shoulders.” She told him. “I would like to see you smile and laugh a little to show you’re still the same boy.” She told him.

Gregory tried to smile. But the weight of such an experience was hard to let go of. “Perhaps I can help a little?” She asked. Gregory sighed and nodded.

The animatronic gently picked up Gregory and took off his shoe. She let it fall to the floor with a loud PLOP, and started tickling his feet with the golden bear’s fat fingers. Gregory’s reaction was immediate: “Hehehehehey! Hahahahaha!” Gregory giggled. “There you go. Laugh it all out.” She encouraged. “Ihihihi ahahahaham!” Gregory reacted. “I can tell.” She replied. She tickled the heel next, which earned her a squeal and a squeaky giggle. “HEhehehe!” He giggled. “Tickle tickle tickle little boy.” She teased.

“Nohohohoho! Hahahahahahahahaha!” Gregory giggled. “Not bad…Not bad.” Freddy reacted.

The animatronic stopped tickling for a moment and opened her jaw to show a toothy smile. “Hello there, fellow Freddy.” She greeted. “I’m Cassidy. Also known as Golden Freddy.” She greeted, holding out a hand.

Glamrock Freddy offered his hand too, and shook hers. “It’s nice to meet you.” Freddy replied.

“Nice to meet you too.” She replied next. “Now if you’ll excuse me:” The animatronic went right back to tickling Gregory’s foot again.

Gregory bursted out laughing again. “Hahahahahahaha! Ihihihit tihihihicklehes!” Gregory giggled.

“I can tell.” She teased.

“Cahahahan yohohohou tihihickle mehehee sohohomewhehehere ehehehelse?” Gregory asked.

“Of course I can.” She replied as she moved the animatronic hand over to Gregory’s belly. “This was a good tickle spot for me when I was alive.” She told him.

Gregory laughed and cackled as he wiggled around. “HAHAHAHAHAhahahaha! EEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Gregory laughed.

“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle, little boy.” She teased.

“NOHOHO TEHEHEHEASIHIHING!” Gregory begged.

“Would you rather I go quiet while I tickle you?” She asked. “WEHEHELL NOHOHOHO…” he replied.

“Then don’t be complaining, little boy.” She told him.

“MYHYHY NAHAHAHAME IHIHIHIS GREHEHEHEHEGOHORY!” Gregory told her.

“Gregory?” She lifted the hand away from his belly for a moment. Gregory nodded and brought his knee close to his chest. “Yeheheah.” He replied.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Gregory. I’m Cassidy.” Golden Freddy gave Gregory one last hug. “Now go. I will go too. I should return to my hiding place. I don’t want the night guard to find me.” The girl told him.

“Okay.” Gregory said before letting her go. While the golden animatronic took off running back to her hiding place, Freddy placed a hand on Gregory’s shoulder.

“Bye Cassidy. I’ll miss you.” Gregory whispered before getting up to leave the room with Freddy.

#referenced child murder #the missing children incident #emotional hurt/comfort #ticklefic #ler!goldenfreddy #lee!gregory

[sapphire-dreamsky]

Here’s to 1000 years of Loneliness

Starring: Sukuna | Reader | Prime Ryomen Sukuna

Pairing: Sukuna/Reader

Setting: Prime Age of Sorcery

Inspiration

When you woke up, you didn't expect to wake up on a hard surface. You were pretty sure that if it weren't for Sukuna's arms around you, you would be shivering, teeth clacking because it was cold. But Sukuna's body was like a furnace. He radiated heat as naturally as he radiated curse energy.

Turning your head left and right, you found yourself confused. Where were you? You didn't recognise the surroundings. Were you dreaming?

You pinched yourself just in case.

Nope.

You were very much awake.

Where the fuck were you?

Wiggling out of Sukuna’s grasp, you pay no mind to his groans of annoyance.

Looking around, you realise that you were not in your home. 

In fact, you were in some sort of red spider lilies field. The flowers were beautiful. They reminded you of Sukuna’s eyes a bit. 

Anyway. Back to the enigma. Where were you and how did you arrive here? (A/N: Got no idea on this one. Plot hole for you, plot convenience for me. Enjoy your vacation though😏.)

You hear some shuffling behind you. You turn around, only to be met with the red curious eyes of your boyfriend.

‘‘What the-?’’

Sukuna was as perplexed as you. However, the more he looks around, the more he recognises the area.

‘‘I know this place. How-?’’

Suddenly, without much explanation for his odd behaviour, the curse grabs your hand and turns on his heels, marching towards the forest surrounding the area. 

You tried your best to keep up but it was difficult with his long strides.

You had to practically run behind him to keep up.

‘‘Sukuna...wait...you are too quick!’’

He looks at you with a teasing glint. 

Suddenly, you are thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potato.

‘‘Hey!’’

However, he pays you no mind. In fact, he seems to march even more quickly. 

Because your back was turned, you couldn’t understand why he suddenly stopped. However, by his appreciative ‘hmm’, you guess it was a good sign. Maybe he found the way back?

He doesn’t really let you down. In fact, with a confidence that could only belong to Sukuna, he makes his way into a shrine as if he owned the place.

You could only see the entrance getting smaller as he marches inside.

‘‘Aaahhh. It feels so good to be back home!’’

‘Home?’

Before you could ask what he meant, a booming voice could be heard from the inside of the temple.

A voice so similar and yet so different from your Sukuna. Is it his dad?

‘‘Who dares cross the threshold of my territory without even waiting for my servants to welcome you in? You got some balls.’’

Out from the shadows emerges Sukuna, in all his four arms glory. His face was nothing like the current Sukuna. Cold and hard, he glares down at the shorter curse who does not appear intimidated at all. In fact, Sukuna grins at his younger self.

‘‘Oh oh! Damn I knew I looked nice but I didn’t know to that extent. Human, look at my former form! Wasn’t it marvelous? Look at those muscles! Man, I miss those. And look at how tall I was! I wished that this body could be as tall as I was back then! I had a field day intimidating everyone!’’

‘‘Wait what?!’’ Now you were confused. Sukuna lets you down from his shoulder gently. Then he turns you around and you have to crane your neck to even see the face of Sukuna? But it wasn’t really Sukuna too? 

Indeed, the man standing in front of you is nothing like your current Sukuna. In fact, you were panicking in your mind. You were pretty sure your body was trembling too.

This curse is Sukuna in his prime. What if he kills your Sukuna? 

‘‘Uhm…’’

‘‘I can’t believe I looked so good though! No wonder everyone cowered before me back then! I didn’t even have to deploy my curse energy before they all scurried away like little rabbits!’’

Your Sukuna began gleefully laughing as if this situation was even remotely funny. While you could agree that Prime Sukuna (You started calling him that because calling him Sukuna too would be too confusing), was indeed handsome, his face did not appear to find this situation hilarious. And you had to agree with him here. 

There was nothing funny about this situation. 

‘‘You brought in a sacrifice I see. Nice one. You chose well.’’

Prime Sukuna inspects you over with his four eyes. However, unlike your Sukuna, these eyes were cold and harsh. You felt a shiver run up your back. Your instincts were telling you to run. But if Prime Sukuna was anything like your Sukuna, this would only set him off further. 

Your Sukuna stopped laughing. However, his smirk was still in place. He puts an arm around your shoulders as if this situation was normal.

‘‘They are nice, aren’t they? They can even cook very well! I have never tasted better food than theirs!’’

Prime Sukuna huffs, crosses his four arms.

‘‘Oh yeah? I would have to be the judge of that.’’

‘‘Well, you kind of already judged that. Well, technically I did. But I’m you.’’

‘‘I can see that. But why are you so short? Did I get hit by a curse or something?’’

‘‘No. You were sealed but then reincarnated into the 21st century. I won’t tell you the details because it could be bad to change the future and all that.’’

Sukuna waves his hand around dismissively. You look at him inquisitively. He could have just warned his past self here. There was no one to stop him.

‘‘Anyway. Let’s sit and speak for a bit. We got stuck here apparently. Let me introduce you to my brat. Technically they are yours too but not now.’’

‘‘Prime Sukuna merely nods to you.

Both Sukuna went on to sit at a table where there was a big jug of sake. He pours some for his shorter self and some for yourself. 

Sukuna began telling him his adventures in the future as they both drank and laughed. 

This situation was strange. Weird even. But seeing your Sukuna so careless and free, laughing with himself (?) as he drinks sake is a sight that you would give anything to see again. 

You realised as Prime Sukuna leads you both to his personal chambers to sleep, that they weren’t that different after all. Perhaps Prime Sukuna was indeed a violent, cruel and ruthless curse who wreaked havoc everywhere he went. But as you watched him interact, you realise that he isn’t that much different from his present self.

He still had this same habit as his present self as your Sukuna showed him his phone and took selfies with it, showing it to his past self who was so confused by all this.

As soon as you dropped your head on the pillow, sleep overcame you.

However, Sukuna was not sleepy. He watched over you, mind battling with the endless possibilities. If he told his prime self when, where and how he will be sealed, he would still be able to wreak havoc everywhere. If he tells everything to him, he would not have to go through more than 1000 years of loneliness. He would not have to watch as time goes on without him. He would not have to be an observer. He would live through these 1000 years and destroy whoever came in his way. But would he meet you? If he didn’t get sealed, would he take the time to get to know you? A mere human who was too awkward for their own good. A human who made him feel love for the first time. A human who understands him and accepts him just as he is. A human who doesn’t cower in fear when he loses his temper and wants to destroy everything because he is not from this time. He doesn’t understand this era he was reincarnated into. And he hates not understanding.

Prime Sukuna watches his future self think while he watches your sleeping form. A question pounds his head as he looks at his weaker self.

‘‘Are they worth not telling me when we first met, how I will be sealed?’’

Sukuna didn’t know how to answer his past self. He didn’t know if he would understand. He knows how his mind works because he used to believe that love was not for him. Love is stupid and makes you weak. But you make him stronger. His desire to protect you makes him stronger than he ever was. He hates how cliche it sounds, but that’s how he feels every time he is with you. He will complain about the era he was reincarnated into countless times. He misses his old form, his old raw power. But then, if he were to tell him everything. Would he have met you? What if indeed his past self escapes from his future self telling him about the sealing and who the sorcerers were and continues to wreak havoc as he goes from village to village? You were not from a clan of sorcerers. You would be fine. But then, what if his past self accidentally kills your ancestors during his rampages? Sukuna didn’t know who your ancestors were. He wouldn’t be able to warn his past self that they were the ancestors of his future partner. Besides, what is it to say that he would even spare them? He never knew love nor loneliness. To him, it would be like any other family. Nothing special about them. So, instead of telling his old self all that, he merely smiles slightly.

‘‘Yeah. They are worth everything.’’

His younger self looks at the bright honest happy smile that his future self is sporting. He chuckles silently so as to not wake you. He brings his glass of sake to his lips, muttering, ‘‘well, here’s to 1000 years of loneliness I guess?’’

Sukuna brings his own glass to his lips, a smile still on his face as he thinks back to all these moments spent together. ‘‘Yeah. Here’s to 1000 years of loneliness.’’

#sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #jjk sukuna x reader

[soulmate-game]

Can you do a prompt of Marinette being the daughter of the Joker and Harley but Harley left him before Marinette was born and when Joker found out about his daughter He decided to kidnap Marinette so she can become like him (Ace chemicals) (Daminette)

Woot, my first ask in a while! Let’s see how I can do this oddly specific ask that reminds me of a fic that might actually exist but tbh I’ve read so many fanfics idk if my brain is remembering right

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Marinette knew Sabine and Tom weren’t her biological parents. She had known ever since she was eight, when her mother by blood visited her for the first time, sat her down, and explained everything. Including, but not limited to, her disastrously toxic past relationship, her new girlfriend, and her recent success with long term rehab (unofficial rehab that mostly consisted of illegal anti-hero actions, but hey if it worked it worked).

Marinette understood. Well no, she really didn’t since she was only eight, but she understood that her mom— that Harley— was genuine. She had always had a knack for emotions and telling when people were sincere or not. And Harley really was regretful about not being in her life beforehand, and was serious about wanting to be part of her life now that her own was mostly sorted out.

So Marinette was not surprised when Harley really did stick it out. When Harley cooed over Marinette copying her hairstyle to show her support of her biological mom, when Harley never failed to call at least once a week even if she was in jail for punching some asshole or another. Harley never stayed arrested long anymore, she was usually found to be on the right side of the moral scale more and more often so the police didn’t bother keeping her locked up anymore. Through the years, Marinette always looked forward to her mom’s calls. Looked forward to being lulled to sleep by one crazy story or another from her mother’s past. Everything was nice. Perfect, even, for a while.

A thump sounded from her balcony, one late night when Marinette was thirteen. Blinking, the dark haired girl furrowed her brows. Who would be on her balcony? Cautiously walking towards the trap door leading to it, grasping her metal pencil holder as a weapon (she remembered all of her Mom’s stories about break-ins and random attacks back in Gotham), the teen strained her ears. Akuma attacks were only a few months old now, but she had already become in high alert for any sign of Hawkmoth or his victims. As per usual, Marinette’s paranoia began to kick in. Did Hawkmoth already figure her out? Was he here for her earrings? Would she be able to fight him?

She gently pushed up the trap door, catching a glimpse of black leather. Huh? Marinette narrowed her eyes, confused. Was it Chat? He should have been on patrol, on the other side of the city. What was he doing visiting her?

Suddenly the trap door yanked the rest of the way open, making Marinette yelp as the handle for it rugged away from her fingers. And there, backlit by the pure blue-white moonlight, was Not Chat Noir. It was Catwoman, in all her skintight black leather glory, grinning at her before pushing her cat-eye goggles up to the top of her head and crouching down by the trap door’s entrance, balancing only on the pads of her feet.

“Well hello there~” the woman purred. “So you’re the cute little kitten Harley is so secretive about. Nice to finally meet you,” the woman held out a hand, sending Marinette a sweet, if mysterious, smile. For a while, the pigtailed girl only stared before a squeal of excitement left her throat, leaving very little room for any doubt as to her bloodline. A large smile curled over Marinette’s lips, leaving her beaming widely at the catlike woman on her balcony.

“Auntie Selina! Mom’s told me so much about you! Come in, come in, come in! I’ll sneak some macaroons up for you. Or do you prefer croissants? What’s your favorite flavor? Are you really dating Batman? Oh my goodness, that necklace is so lovely! Did you steal it?”

Selina could only chuckle fondly at the word vomit, letting the smaller girl drag her down the trap door and into her very… pink room. Looking around, Selina was once again slapped with just how similar this kid was to her outgoing friend. Marinette clearly had no shame in indulging in the things she liked, such as the color pink and anything regarding fashion. But there were other things amongst the girliness of the room, like the posters of Jagged Stone and the training dummy half-sticking out of her closet door. There were a few ornamental knives hung up behind her computer, seemingly just for decoration although Selina could see that they were definitely battle ready and sharpened. A small mallet, clearly a miniature replica of her mother’s own signature weapon, leaned up against the side of the girl’s laundry basket. But then there was Marinette’s mannequin, which was surrounded by meticulously cut pieces of cloth and had other pieces pinned to it strategically. Marinette clearly had the same professionalism and love for her chosen career that had so completely defined Harley in the Time Before Joker. The same genius intellect hiding in those deceptively cheerful bluebell eyes. And for the first time, though not for the last to be sure, Selina found herself thoroughly relieved that it seemed Marinette had inherited very little from her father.

Except, as she would learn from stories Harley told her later, an apparent affinity for chaos.

“I’m not that picky, kitten. But I’m not that hungry, so don’t go too out of your way,” Selina decided to just react the same way she did with Harley’s rambles, and answer one question at a time. “Also, I am actually dating Bruce Wayne. But, if you promise not to tell anyone—“ she waited for Marinette’s eager nod before continuing casually, “— the two are maybe not as mutually exclusive as many think,” Selina finished with a conspiratorial wink. “No, I actually did not steal this necklace. Bruce has been adamant in trying to curb me of my thieving habit by buying me almost everything I so much as glance at sideways. It’s sweet. Naive, because I like stealing for the fun of it, but sweet.”

Marinette giggled, bouncing in place happily. She loved a bit of innocent gossip like this. “Is Momma Ivy ever gonna visit? I don’t think Mom told her much about me yet, and I still gotta give her the shovel talk!” the fierce look that overcame Marinette’s face made Selina laugh again. Oh yes, definitely her mother’s daughter.

“Pam has been trying to sneak over, but the laws regarding Metahumans in Paris suddenly got much stricter a few months back and have caused some problems. You wouldn’t happen to know what happened, would you?” Selina did not miss when her seemingly innocent question caused her niece to close off almost instantly. Bluebell eyes took on a familiar guardedness, and scanned her with the same soul-searching intensity that Harley had when she was channeling her Psychiatrist side. Selina found herself in a slightly concerning spot though—

Because she couldn’t predict Marinette at all. She was left to simply stand there as Marinette searched for some unidentifiable thing in her eyes, completely unable to read the younger girl’s face and with no idea of what to expect. The side effect of having chaos so thoroughly entwined in both of her biological parents, she supposed.

“Nope, no idea.”

Selina knew that was a lie, but knew equally as well that she would not be getting a better answer anytime soon. So, she let it go and the two of them once again dipped into innocent chatter.

Later that night, when Selina left and the sun threatened to rise at any minute, Tikki flew up from her hiding spot under Marinette’s pillow to land on her holder’s shoulder. Marinette giggled and looked over at her little friend.

“Tikki?”

“Yes, Mari?”

“Why was I chosen to be your holder?” She asked suddenly, flopping back into her bed and staring at her ceiling. The little goddess hummed, smiling knowingly before flying down to cuddle in the crook of Marinette’s neck.

“Because you are born from luck itself. Even when bad things happen, you have the luck and determination to get out just fine, and stronger than before. And despite the destruction and anarchy in your blood, you have the willpower to reign it in and keep control of yourself. That’s all order really is, Marinette. The decision to take all the chaos and madness around us, and make it make sense. Make it do something good. And that’s a large part of who you are, I could feel it in your soul the moment we first met.”

Marinette closed her eyes, biting the inside of her cheek. “What if I lose control?”

“... You’ll just have to get it back. It’ll be hard, but as long as you have people to support you, you will be able to do it. You aren’t evil, Marinette,” the small God seemed to sense the true question her holder was asking, and did her best to soothe the doubt the girl felt. “Just remember the reasons you fight against chaos. Remember everyone you love, and you’ll be okay. And you have me, I’ll always help you.”

“... thank you, Tikki.”

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“He’s going to find out, Mom.”

“No he won’t, don’t be silly! I’ve been very careful about hiding you from him, Nettie-pie.”

“Mom… I just have a bad feeling. I don’t think we can hide who I am from him. If he sees me, I think he’ll know.”

The phone went silent.

“If he hurts you, I’ll kill him. If I was crazy about him, Sugar, then I’m head over heels for you. Not even he can stop me from caving his skull in if he tries his usual tricks with you.”

“... My plane leaves soon, I’ll talk to you when I land. And mom?”

“Yeah, honeycake?”

“I love you.”

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It was uncanny just how often Marinette’s hunches were right. Her intuition was something to behold, truly, because it only took three days in Gotham before Joker snatched her right out of her room at Harley and Ivy’s apartment. At least Marinette had sixteen by then, so she had had enough experience as a hero in Paris and with generally unpredictable situations and people who were absolutely nuts for her to not immediately panic. Too much, anyway.

Because there was definitely a little panic there.

See, Marinette knew herself inside out by then. After her own battle with her toxic feelings towards Adrien and doing her best to heal from those before she turned out like her mom, she knew she was by no means mentally indestructible. Mental illness ran the high risk of being inherited, and Marinette was well aware that her own personality was scarily similar to her mother’s at times. She got attached quickly, felt affection and love for others very strongly and, as she found with Adrien, could easily become obsessive if she didn’t watch herself. At least Harley was the perfect person to help with that, and Marinette was serious about helping herself too. She did everything she could to keep an eye on her mental health and keep her behavior in check so she didn’t do anything too unhealthy with her relationships again.

But she knew, she knew she had a soft spot for family. She got attached too easily. And being in the same room as her biological father, despite being tied up by her hands and feet and knowing just how many unforgivable things he had done in his life, Marinette felt vulnerable. She didn’t want to hurt him, despite everything. She still loved him, despite every reason not to, despite her first meeting with him being with him shoving chloroform over her face and hogtying her to a metal chain dangling over a vat of acid.

Geez, she’d need more than just her mom as a therapist after this for sure. Even if her mom had a PH.D, Marinette felt like she’d need several psychiatrists to sort through her emotional turmoil right then and make sense of any of it.

Marinette licked her lips, aware that the only kindness that Joker gave his daughter was sparing her from the discomfort of being gagged.

“Don’t,” Marinette said, surprising herself with the amount of steel she was able to put into her voice. Somehow, she managed to make the single word sound more like an order than a plead. “Joker, put me—“

“Ah-Ah-Ah!” The clown walked over, tutting and waving his finger in the air in almost playful admonishment. He gave her a dramatically fake pout. “Don’t you know it’s disrespectful to refer to your father by his first name?” Neither of them mentioned that Joker was definitely not his real name. They both knew the point was moot. “Say it with me now— ‘Daddy dearest, I am more than willing to be dunked in acid for you,’ go ahead, say it.”

Marinette’s jaw clenched. Familial love or not, she would not tolerate being ridiculed like that. She dealt with enough ridicule when she was fourteen and fifteen during school, before she put Liar Rossi in her place. She had spent the past three years as a hero in charge of the war against Hawkmoth, in charge of protecting all of Paris from an emotional terrorist.

And gee, wasn’t that what Joker was, too? Sure, he was a terrorist in the classic meaning of the word as well, but he was nothing if not a skilled manipulator. He knew the human mind just as well as Harley or any other psychiatrist did, he just used his knowledge for different means. He had emotionally abused Harley for years, he emotionally abused and manipulated people all across gotham on a daily basis. He was just another Hawkmoth, but with more physical violence in place of magic.

With these thoughts strengthening her resolve, Marinette narrowed her eyes at the man who donated half of her DNA. She let her anger boil into her irises, hitting him with one of the few traits she knew she inherited from him.

Her ability to intimidate others on the tip of a hat.

“No,” she growled back at him. She took a deep breath. It had taken her a while, but she refused to be ashamed of who she was regardless of her blood relation. She would have no problem using the very things she inherited from Joker against him. She might have gotten most of Harley’s personality, she might have inherited her mother’s habit of falling in love hard, fast, and obsessively, but she also had Joker’s defiance. His bone-deep inability to be stopped from doing exactly whatever the fuck he wanted.

And then, there were Marinette’s own traits. The ones that were completely her own, developed over her life organically. Like her refusal to bow down to bullies, her creativity, her ability to take even the most chaotic situation and see some sort of balance and sanity in it that she could use to her advantage.

That she WOULD use to her advantage. The shadows she saw move out of the corner of her eye gave her the chance to do exactly that, she just needed to buy a few more seconds. Just a few more seconds.

“Excuse me?” Joker growled right back, his own intimidation, honed over more years than Marinette had been alive and thus much more potent than her own, reading its ugly head as he stalked towards her. His face was pulled down into an ugly snarl, his shoulders tensed and back straight as he glared right at her. From his spot on the metal walkway, he was easily able to reach over the railing and grab her chin in one pale, viciously strong hand. “I think you’re misunderstanding something here, little Marionette. I’m your father. Half of your life came directly from ME. That makes you my puppet. You exist to follow my orders,” his right grip suddenly let go, leaving behind the beginnings of a bruise as his entire demeanor changed from angry to cheerful. He spread his arms as if gesturing to the whole chemical plant victoriously, and an unnaturally large smile curved over his lips and bared yellowing teeth at her. “But that’s okay. I’ll forgive you this time, you haven’t learned any better yet. That’s why we’re here. We need to cleanse you of all those icky bad habits you’ve learned up until now, all you need is a little,” he bounced in place with a wicked smirk to illustrate his next words— “jumpstart. A little acid goes a long way to enlightenment you know, you’ll see my side of things in no time. And with my blood in you, you’ll make a better sidekick than that idiot Harley ever did. I can sense it, you’ve got a real talent for Chaos in you, it’s exciting, Heheeeheheee! Now then, we should probably speed things along before our family reunion is cut short. Hang in there, my little Marionette,” the man actually had the gall to spin in place while humming a tune cheerfully before all but dancing over to the lever that held Marinette’s length of chain in the air over the vat of chemicals below her. “Everything will clear up in that little head of yours in just a second!”

There! Right as Joker pulled the switch to lower her into the bubbling vat underneath her, Marinette was able to finish untying her hands. She couldn’t contain a small yelp as gravity flung her body forward, leaving her upside down on the chain for a brief moment. That was when the chain started lowering rapidly, and Marinette was barely able to rip the rope off of her ankles in time to swing off of it and onto the metal walkway that came up right next to the giant metal container of liquid death and insanity. Joker had barely enough time to shout in rage before the windows near the ceiling shattered, admitting the city’s vigilantes themselves. Batman, Nightwing, Red Robin, Red Hood, Robin, and evening Black Bat all landed on the same metal platform above Marinette’s head that Joker was still on, buying the teen time to start running. But she didn’t go towards the exit right away, instead heading right up the stairs into the thick of the fight. Robin briefly separated from where Joker was managing to hold his own, goons flooding from side doors to inhibit the heroes in their attempt to bring their boss down.

The katana-using vigilante kept one eye on Marinette the whole time, suspicious of why the girl would come back up if not to help her father. But that wasn’t what she did, instead she flipped and kicked and punched her way through the quickly growing sea of Joker thugs until she reached a small pink purse that had been abandoned near the lever that had nearly sent her into liquid insanity. Three thugs surrounded her right as she snatched the purse up and slung it over her shoulder, but Robin barely had the chance to head over before she was heaving the men, who were all easily three times her size, over her shoulder and was slamming elbows into soft spots and the side of her hand into pressure points. By the time Robin got to her side, all three men were unconscious and bound to wake up in utter agony.

Marinette glanced up, getting ready to haul Robin over her shoulder as well before she realized who he was. She let her shoulders relax just a tick, sighing in relief before returning her eyes to scanning their surroundings. She shot him a brief grin.

“Good thing my adoptive mother, Mom, Momma Ivy, and Auntie Selina all made sure I knew how to take down a small army on my own, huh?” She asked rhetorically before they were both unceremoniously dragged back into the giant brawl.

—*—*—*—*—*

“Nettie-pie!”

“Marigold!”

Harley and Pamela Quinzel-Isley shoved down anyone and everyone who dared block their direct path to their daughter. The girl of the hour stood next to the bat clan, a shock blanket held tightly around her shoulders as she did her best to finish her statement to both the vigilantes and Commissioner Gordon.

“You untied yourself… from a ship-grade knot in high quality rope… with a phone charm?” They heard Gordon ask incredulously, to which Marinette could only give a lopsided smile. That was when her mom and stepmom crashed into her, enveloping her in a nearly suffocating hug.

“Gah— mom— momma Ivy—“ Marinette flailed in their arms for a bit before finally getting her head free and continuing her statement as if she didn’t have two of the most dangerous women in the city still giving her a bone crushing hug. “That’s better. Yes, Commissioner. You see, I realized when I was in the car with Joker, while I was pretending to still be unconscious, that one of the charms on my phone had pretty sharp corners that I could use like a serrated edge if I had enough time. So I carefully detached it from my phone, and held it in my palm. It took almost an hour, but once Joker noticed I was awake I kept him talking so that he didn’t notice what I was doing even as he tied me up to that chain. Really, it’s just lucky that I was able to get it worn down in time,” Marinette rubbed the back of her neck with a nervous chuckle. “But regardless, I think Batman and his partners,” she nodded to the listening vigilantes just to the side of her. “Were close enough that I would have been caught anyway, I just wanted to make sure they had less work to do. The sooner I freed myself, the sooner ‘Daddy Dearest,’” she grimaced as she mockingly used the same term Joker had tried to get her to say earlier that night. “Could go back behind bars where he belongs.”

“Oh my little Nettie-cake,” Harley cried, finally pulling back from the hug long enough to wipe her cheeks. It was clear that she had been crying for a while, and her colorful pigtails were mussed and tangled from where she must have been tugging on them in worry. “You were right. I’m so sorry, I never should have let you come to Gotham when I knew he was out of Arkham.”

Marinette was quick to shake her head frantically, pulling her arms out of Ivy’s hold so she could grasp Harley’s shoulders firmly. “No. No, Mom, I’m fine! And besides, we knew I couldn’t stay secret forever. I really like staying with you and Momma Ivy! Everything turned out fine though, and he’s headed back to Arkham. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay, Nettle,” Pam argued, distracting herself by running her hands through Marinette’s bangs. She had only known the girl for two years, but that was more than long enough for her to consider the teenager as her own. “He took you right out from under our noses. You were supposed to be safe in our home, and he still got to you. That’s not okay. We weren’t able to protect you like we should have been. Maybe you should go back to Paris early.”

“What?! No way!” Marinette argued, eyes wide. “This is the first time I’ve been able to ever visit you guys in Gotham, I’m not letting some psycho sperm donor keep me from enjoying time with my family! I came here knowing full well that it was dangerous. I’m not gonna just run away after one bad experience.”

Harley snorted, and then devolved into uncontrollable giggles. “Heh— psycho sperm donor. Good one, sugar!”

Marinette smiled and rolled her eyes good naturedly at her mom’s usual immature antics. Seeing as Gordon had walked away muttering to himself a short while ago, Marinette pulled herself the rest of the way away from her moms and turned to the vigilantes. Without a second’s pause, she bowed to them just like her Maman Sabine taught her.

“Thank you for helping save me. I know it’s probably a shock that I’ve been kept secret from you guys all this time, but I hope you don’t lump me in with the likes of the green-haired half of my DNA. I’m staying with my Moms in their apartment, if you guys decide to patrol by our place like I suspect, I’ll leave some baked goods and coffee out for you on our patio. It’s the least I can do for you all after tonight. And don’t be too hard on Auntie Selina. Me and Mom swore her to secrecy, even from you guys.”

Batman jerked a little at the mention of Catwoman’s real name, jaw twitching for a second. Behind his cowl, his eyes narrowed. Marinette laughed, easily reading his body language and expression.

“She never told me who you are, but she didn’t exactly hide it either. It was easy to put the last pieces together on my own. But don’t worry, SHE swore me to secrecy too. I won’t tell anyone.

“How the hell are you related to the Laughing Asswipe from Hell?” Red Hood blurted out, his confusion clear even from behind his hideous helmet. Marinette burst into giggles, and both Pamela and Harley smiled knowingly.

“Mom gave me up for adoption when I was born, so I spent my whole life in Paris up until now,” she admitted. “Mom didn’t visit me for the first time until I was eight, and she and my adoptive parents are so awesome that it must’ve suffocated the worst traits from his DNA before they had a chance to develop,” she guessed out loud with a good natured smile.

Batman grunted. Marinette knew that one run-in wasn’t enough for them to trust her. After all, she was still the biological daughter of their arch enemy. But she didn’t mind, she understood the caution even if she didn’t fully agree with it. They weren’t outright hostile, despite the fact that Robin had never stopped glaring at her since they fought back-to-back against the mob of thugs earlier. She could live with their suspicion, as long as they continued to not be outright rude or mean to her.

At least she could empathize with Adrien now, whenever she figured out how to break it to him that Hawkmoth was definitely Gabriel and couldn’t be anyone else. Hopefully she could help soften the blow for him a little.

Harley and Ivy were starting to herd Marinette towards their car and take her back home, where they could continue to smother her in care and make sure she didn’t have even a scratch on her, when Robin’s voice stopped them all in their tracks.

“You are a surprisingly capable combatant.”

Marinette froze, blinking in surprise for a second before turning to stare at Robin in shock. The rest of the Bat Clam was doing the same, nobody expecting Robin of all people to be the first to directly complement Marinette. He tutted, crossing his arms, but never moved his gaze away from Marinette’s eyes.

“But your form could use some work. Most of your style is incredibly improvised, which I can appreciate since you do it well, but you would benefit from more structure in your fighting. I will set up a time and place for us to spar. We start in two days, if you think you can handle it.”

It took a while for what Robin said to sink in, and another few seconds for Marinette to decipher what his semi-aggressive, order-phrased proposal really meant. And she smiled.

“It’s a date.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Woo! This started off a little rough, but I really like how it ended up! Thank you, Anon!

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I Knew It (AJ Styles x Reader)

SMUTTY SMUTTY AJ STYLES X READER

Requests are open! 

“Fancy seeing you here.” You heard from behind you.

AJ… AJ Styles.

Where does one begin with this man? You secretly adored him. That sweet, sweet southern charm, those ocean blue eyes, and that strong physique. You would be lying if you said he didn’t cross your mind from time to time… or maybe, a little more often than that. It would be a cold day in hell before you showed him that, though… His ego was big enough as is. You were not gonna be one to add to it. You always showed him that he annoyed you beyond belief, and honestly, you were not sure whether he bought it or not. You made him wait for a minute, before you finally turned around to face him, making sure to roll your eyes.

“Can I help you?” You asked him, the annoyance crystal clear in your voice.

“Relax, kitten.” He took a seat next to you. A little too close.

You quickly scooted away from him, creating space between you two.

“Don’t call me that.” You scoffed.

AJ and you had booked a quick weekend getaway at the same resort. You had seen him while you were checking in, much to your surprise. He had been making moves on you here and there, but this coincidence raised your existing suspicions. You couldn’t tell if this was happening on purpose or if it was truly coincidence. Regardless, he was being a pain in your butt this whole trip, or so he thought.

“Darlin, I wasn’t born yesterday.”

“Yeah, I’m aware… old man.” You nodded, studying his face. “And what’s that supposed to mean, anyways?” You added.

You were only 22. While you liked how much older he was than you, you’d never admit it to him. Something about an older man...especially one like AJ. The experience, the charm… he could teach you so many things. You didn’t like the younger, immature men. Never did.

“Old man?” He questioned, raising his eyebrows as a small chuckle escaped his lips.  

“Yeah, old man. What, you’re like, 21 years older than me?” You shook your head, still wondering what he meant by not being born yesterday.

“How do you know exactly how old I am, Y/N?” He smirked, locking eyes with you.

“I… we work together, AJ. People talk. You didn’t know?” You countered, heat flooding your face as you looked back into his eyes.

It was dark now. You two were sitting on a bench by the resort pool. There was a nice breeze, one you were able to thoroughly enjoy before he sat down next to you. It definitely wasn’t helping you cool off, now. He made you so nervous, your heart secretly raced everytime he was near you.

“Just curious.” He said simply, scooting closer to you. His thigh was touching yours now. “Let’s give up this act, Y/N. I might be an old man, but I know you like it.” He whispered, his words making your heart beat even faster.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You shrugged, trying your best to keep your composure. You turned away from him and stared out at the pool, watching the reflections on the still, clear water. You knew he was studying your face. You were hoping you looked as calm as you were pretending to be.

He reached out and grabbed onto your thigh, squeezing it gently.

You reacted quickly, standing up and grabbing your bag.

You didn’t plan on playing these games with him. At least not now, not here.

“I’m going to head to my room, AJ. I have a few things to do tomorrow, I should get some rest.” You tried to convince him, looking down at him. “It was nice talking to you.” You added sarcastically.

You began walking away before he even had time to respond, your heart beating at a million miles per minute. You bit your lip, thinking about his words and implications. You wanted to groan when you heard him following behind you.

You soon reached the elevators to head up to your suite, and not too long after, AJ was waiting for one beside you. The wait for an elevator had never felt so long your entire life.

“Are you just going to bother me this whole trip? I’d love to know.” You asked him once you two were inside the elevator.

“Botherin’?” He questioned.

“Yes, bothering, not leaving me alone. I’m on a trip, you know? I’d like to enjoy some quality time by myself.” Your attitude was evident now.

“I’m just trying to go up to my room, just like you.” He laughed.

You let out a little sigh, wishing you had chosen a room on a lower level.

“But, if you don’t mind, I wanted to ask if I could borrow a few teabags from your room. I drank all of the ones I had, I really don’t want to go ask the front desk. You know, they lag, it takes forever...” He tried to explain, albeit poorly. Yeah, cause AJ gives a fuck about whether or not he has tea tonight.

“I do mind, actually. Call room service.” You rolled your eyes once more tonight as you swiftly exited the elevator. He was hot on your trail, keeping up with your pace.

“C’mon, Y/N. What’s with the attitude? I just want some tea, I’ll wait by the door.”

“You’re so annoying, AJ. Did you know that?” You asked him as you pulled out the room key from your bag, holding it against the doorknob. As soon as you opened the door, he gently pushed you inside and followed suit, shutting the door behind him.

“AJ! Wha-” You squealed, knowing you were in some deep shit when he closed the door behind him. The darkness in the room aided him, making it difficult for you to act fast. How were you gonna push him out now? “You said you were gonna wait out-” You continued, before his large hand covered your mouth.

“I don’t give a fuck about tea, Y/N. But surely, you knew that.” He smirked.

You didn’t know what to say, you simply looked up at him. You grabbed onto his wrist, trying to move his hand away. It didn’t budge, you weren’t expecting it to.

He slowly moved closer to you and as you backed up you were eventually pressed up against the wall.

“Right where I want ya.”

“AJ…” You mumbled into his palm. “I…”

“You what?” He asked, amused. “I wanna know.”

He moved his hand away from your mouth. It was dark and dead silent. You didn’t know what to say, you just felt yourself melting against his hard body, and fast.

“Y/N, if you don’t like it, you can say it.” He told you, right before his warm lips pressed against your neck. He left a trail of wet kisses from right below your ear all the way down to your collarbone.

“Just say the word and I’ll stop.” He whispered, effortlessly lifting your smaller body up off the ground. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. You tried to stifle your moans, unsure of whether or not you were going to give into him tonight.

“I can stop…” He reminded you, as he squeezed your ass.

“Oh.” You let out accidentally. You felt him smirk against your neck, the butterflies in your stomach growing rapidly.

Before you knew it he had you on the bed, his hungry kisses covering your chest as he hovered above you.

“I’m..” You whispered, trying your best to form a sentence. “Hm?” He asked, enjoying the horny little mess he had turned you into.

You closed your eyes, focusing on the way he was making you feel. You were in the clouds. Sure, you had been with many different men... and sure, many of them had you in this position, but something about this man was different… all you could think about was having him inside you as soon as possible. You didn’t answer, only tugged at the hem of his t-shirt, eager to touch his body. He obliged and pulled it off, tossing it to the floor. You ran your hand down his strong chest, peeling your eyes away from it for a second only to look at him. He caressed your full bottom lip with his thumb, his eyes fixated on yours. You took the moment to lick his thumb before taking it into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. You don’t know what overcame you, what he was doing to your mind and body… You didn’t care anymore. He groaned as he watched you tease him, exciting you even more.

“I knew it.” He whispered, smug. You smiled at him with your eyes, releasing his thumb and placing a small kiss against it. He grabbed onto the front of your tank top, ripping the thin piece of fabric down the middle. Your breasts greeted his hungry eyes, his large hands soon covering them. He squeezed and massaged them as he crashed his lips against yours. You moaned softly, finally getting to taste his sweet lips. “AJ…” You whispered, as your tongue danced with his. After a few minutes he pulled away, pushing you onto your side. As you took the time to catch your breath, you felt his arm wrap around your waist from behind. He pulled you closer to him, your back pressed against his chest as his lips found their way to your neck again.

“You’re a slut, Y/N.” He whispered, sending chills down your spine. You felt him poking your ass, driving you insane. You began to grind in circles against him, earning you a hard slap against the ass. “Ow.” You cried out.

You turned over in his arms, absolutely needing to see his beautiful face.

He looked hungry… and dangerous. And you wanted him to use you.

“Bite me.” You teased, grabbing at him through his pants.

“I thought I was an old man, Y/N…” He whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. You shivered. “Does it turn you on? Does it turn you on to think of an older man getting off on your tight little young body?”

“Please.” You breathed out, pulling on the waistband of his jeans.

“A bunch of bullshit, huh?” He asked you, wrapping his large hand around your throat. “Your stupid little fucking act…”

You gave him a small nod, given his hand was restricting your movement.

“Undress.” He demanded, squeezing your throat slightly tighter before letting you go. You nodded again. You sat up, tossing your ripped tank to the ground, followed by your leggings and panties. He watched you closely as he undressed too, making your stomach flutter. Before you knew it, he had you bent over the bed and was standing behind you.

“You don’t get to cum, Y/N. Not after all the teasing you’ve done. Not after how long you’ve made me wait to fuck you.” He said, followed by a hard spank.

You whimpered, impatiently waiting for him. “Not after wasting my fucking time. You’re just my little fucktoy.” He continued.

You heard him curse under his breath as he slowly slipped inside you, holding onto your hips firmly. You moaned out once he filled you completely, the dull ache finally ceasing. He felt amazing. Warm, thick, full. Like he always belonged there. He was gentle by no means, actually, borderline hurting you. But hurting you so good.

“AJ..” You cried out, turning around slightly to look back at him. He looked so sexy, sweaty, with messy hair. He looked like he was in pure bliss. He grabbed onto a handful of your hair, giving it a gentle tug.

“Who do you belong to?” You heard him ask.

“You, you, AJ.” You whispered, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continued to hit the sweetest spot.

“Fucking whore.” He groaned, giving you another slap on the ass. “So tight…”

He flipped you over onto your back, giving you needy kisses before continuing his sweet assault. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly as you felt yourself growing closer and closer.

“I…” You mumbled against his lips. “I’m gonna-”

He slowed down in response, so much so that he was barely moving.

“No, please.” You begged. “Please…”

“I don’t think you deserve it, baby.” He whispered, looking into your eyes. “Don’t get me wrong, I want to see you lose control… but you’re a bad slut. Do you want to?” He teased, his thumb now rubbing out gentle circles.

Your breath hitched as you felt him touch you, your eyes locked onto his.

“Pretty.” He said simply, picking up the pace again. Your moans became uncontrollable, your eyes squeezing shut.

“Control it.” He warned you, applying even more pressure with his thumb.

“I can’t.” You whimpered, all of it becoming too intense.

He brought his lips down to your ear, his warm breath sending shivers across your whole body. “I’m going to cum inside you.” He whispered, his thrusts becoming sloppier by the minute. “Deep inside you.”

His words were enough to send you over the edge, his name leaving your parted lips. He rested his head against your shoulder, giving you a few more thrusts before you felt his warm release fill you up completely.

“Fuck.” He sighed, slowing down and riding it out as long as he could.

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between us - chapter ii

The one where Aaron hurts you, but he knows just how to heal you.

When Hotch comes home one day and takes out his frustrations on you, you’re sent spiraling into a depressive state that you were all too familiarized with. But as your boss and closest friend, he’s the only one who knows how to take care of you during a relapse. His efforts to fix the situation end up awakening a different side of him, a side that might just be precisely what you’ve been missing in a time like that.

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Y/N’s P.O.V.

I was already working by the time he arrived in the office, despite the fact that he was usually one of the first ones to arrive. I reminded myself to keep staring at my screen and not give him the satisfaction of knowing he still had some space in my mind, and as he slowly made his way to the office, I was able to forget about his entire existence as I threw myself in the work.

I was gone before he made his way out of his room.

The next day followed pretty much the same pattern, he would pass through me and I would force myself not to look at him until suddenly, I didn’t need to. I was so inside my own head I completely forgot about anything else, trapped inside the walls of my own terrible thoughts.

By the time I realized something was wrong, I was already back home and since I had the next day off, no one would be around to help get me out of here. 

The next morning arrived and I found myself wondering if I had slept through the whole night or had simply spent it looking at the ceiling, watching the shadows move. I had lost complete control over time by then. 

Suddenly, my phone echoed from somewhere in the living room and I found myself getting up from the bed and blindly going through the motions of looking for it, answering the call without even looking at the caller.

“Hello?” I asked, my brain still not catching up to me.

“Y/N? Oh, good, you answered!” It was Reid, I faintly recognized. “We need you to come in! There’s an unsub who’s been terrorizing a town close to here and we might need your abilities to catch him.” 

I didn’t remember agreeing or getting out of the house, but I could see how I was too tired to even explain I wouldn’t be of much help to anyone at the moment. When I got inside the plane, I dropped into the first seat I found, staring out of the window without really realizing that everyone was already there and they were all staring at me as if I had grown two heads.

Time meant nothing to me as we suddenly found ourselves already in the local police precinct. I barely remembered hearing an argument between Aaron and Reid that had resulted in both of them agreeing it was best to leave me there with the genius, and I stared at the wall of evidence without really seeing it. 

If Reid tried to talk to me - or anyone else for that matter - I had absolutely no idea. I couldn’t hear anyone with how far into the hole I had allowed myself to crawl. But suddenly, the smaller part of my brain that seemed to still be worried about other people connected something I must have seen or heard, and I found myself abruptly grabbing Spencer’s forearm while explaining to him who the killer was. In less than thirty minutes, everyone was back on the precinct and we were back on the plane again.

I sat in the same seat as before, still looking out at the window without really seeing when I felt someone sit down next to me, but I was too far away to care.

Hotch’s P.O.V.

We all watched as Spencer carefully wrapped his hands around one of Y/N’s arms and pulled her to him. The speed with which she turned her head to look at him should have given her whiplash, but she simply looked up at him like she couldn’t really see him. Like she wasn’t really there.

Then suddenly, her eyes focused, seeing his concerned ones, and she abruptly curled into herself, crying so hard she was shaking.

If there was anything left of my heart after how I had beaten myself over how I treated her, how I felt as I saw her ignore my existence for two whole days and how it felt to see her in sweatpants and a loose t-shirt for the first time in my life, it broke at the sight before me. The plane had taken flight and yet no one seemed to have realized, everyone simply staring at her with the same concern Reid showed. 

She cried for the entire duration of the flight home, and only as we approached Washington did Reid try to interrupt her. “Y/N,” he shook her gently, his arms still strongly holding her against him. I tried not to focus too much on how hard I wished I could be the one consoling her. “Do you want to come home with me? I don’t think you should be alone right now.”

That silenced her. Her sobs slowly came to an end until only a few single tears were rolling down her face. She shook her head. “No, Spencer, thank you.” Her voice cracked as she spoke in front of me for the first time in three days and I felt like I couldn’t breathe at the sadness that she transpired.

“Okay, I understand that, but can you promise me that you’ll call me if you have the urge to do anything stupid? Please?” No one in the plane was breathing by then. Everyone knew under which conditions Y/N had come to work for us and it was the first time we were experiencing how she was like when depression overcame her. 

Still, the silence continued. She didn’t give him an answer, staring at her own fingers who played with the edge of her shirt.

“Y/N? Please, promise me.” He shook her, trying to get through to her, who suddenly sobbed again.

“I can’t Spence, okay? I just can’t! I can’t promise you I’ll think of you before doing something stupid, I can’t promise you I will want you to intervene if things go bad.” By then, we had landed. However, no one had made a single move towards the exit. I could see Spencer was opening his mouth to argue with her and what he was going to offer we will never know, ‘cause by then, I had seen enough. Laying a hand on top of his shoulder, I silenced him before he spoke.

“That won’t be necessary, Spencer. She will be coming home with me.” My words were said with such authority that not even her had any strength to argue with me. Raising her eyes to look me in the eyes for the first time in forever, I counted a full minute before she softly nodded, quickly climbing out of Spencer’s lap and following me out of the plane.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I didn’t argue when he offered me his hand to hold as we walked towards his car in the parking lot. I didn’t argue when he pulled up in front of my house and asked me for my keys, so he could pack me some things to bring to his place. I noticed he didn’t leave his own keys inside the car with me, however. Smart boy.

He didn’t try to break the silence as we approached his own place. I could only imagine how beaten I must have looked, my eyes sunken from the lack of sleep and the amount of crying I had done. It felt good, however. It had helped to bring me back to the surface, if only for a little bit.

As he opened the door to the house I thought I would never see again, I was greeted with the scream of my own name and a running child who quickly jumped in my arms. Jack.

I hugged the little guy as strongly as I could without actually hurting him. I could barely understand his excitement as he explained how he wasn’t expecting to see me since his father had said I wouldn’t be coming around for a while.

If I was more like myself, I would have snorted, but as it were, I could simply smile softly at him.

“Well, Y/N’s going to be staying with us for a while now, Jack. So you don’t have to worry about her leaving any time soon.” I felt Aaron’s hand in my shoulder as he gently pushed me further inside the house, before suggesting his son took me to play with his Marvel action figures. “I’ll unpack your things in the guest bedroom,” he said, looking me in the eyes, and I understood that was his way of warning me he would do a full sweep of everything that I could possibly use to hurt myself. 

I let Jack guide me into his room and by the time Aaron came to tell us the pizza had arrived, I had a genuine smile on my face for the first time in a while. Only this little guy could make me start to crawl back up from the well I had hidden so quickly.

I started to realize how smart Aaron was. I mean, I knew he was intelligent and an amazing agent, I worked with him, but it was only when Jack asked if I wasn’t going to eat my pizza that I caught a glimpse of how brilliant his mind truly was.

Of course I couldn’t not eat. Not when Jack was looking up at me with expectant eyes, and not when I knew he wouldn’t want to eat himself if I didn’t eat at least one slice. So I smiled and took a bite off of my pizza. “I’m eating, kiddo. I was just spacing out for a bit, sorry.” He gave me such a bright smile that I felt myself feeling a bit better again, better enough to give Aaron an angry look when Jack wasn’t looking, to which he simply responded with a tight-lipped smile and a look so soft in his eyes that I couldn’t quite understand, but took my breath away nonetheless.

“Why does she get to eat with her hands, dad?” Jack interrupted whatever the hell was going on, and I had to blink twice before understanding what he meant. 

“I don’t know, buddy, ask her why she eats it like that!”

Aaron’s P.O.V.

Seeing her even briefly looking like she usually was warmed my heart in a way I never expected it to. I always loved seeing her interact with Jack, but knowing that her connection to him was so strong that it pulled her from wherever the hell she had hidden inside herself made me feel like I was stupid to think I could ignore our own bond. 

She wiped her hands on the napkin that was on her lap before answering. “Actually, it is bad table manners to eat pizza with a fork and knife,” she explained, and instantly I knew what was coming. 

“Oh, no, son, keep using your utensil,” I warned him, but I was already chuckling.

“But you’re always telling me I have to follow the proper manner, especially while eating,” I nodded, conceding to him that. 

“But we don’t know for a fact that what Y/N is saying is the right way to do it,” I argued, only to be interrupted by the culprit herself.

“Actually, as the only person at this table who has actually gone to Italy, my argument is much stronger than any of yours, right now,” she reminded us, to which I finally shrugged, after smiling down at her. 

“Okay, let’s try this,” I picked up my own slice before jokingly toasting it with Jack’s.

I watched as she softly read Jack’s night time story, my heart clenching at the sight of her leaning down to kiss his forehead after he fell asleep. She quietly left the room, closing the door beside her as she stood in front of me, nervously pushing the curls that were in front of her face out of her vision.

“Okay, I got it. I can go now if you want. I swear I’m better.” I cocked my head to the side, analyzing her. That she was better than she was when she had gotten in this house, that much was obvious, but I couldn’t let her go before I actually knew she was 100% back to normal.

“Let me show you to the guest room,” I took her hand in mine once more, terrified by how cold her fingers felt as I held them, but she didn’t make any movement to separate us or reinforce her desire to go to her own place. I opened the door for her, letting her go in and look around. “If you need anything, I’m right down the hallway, okay? Try to get some sleep.” She nodded, her eyes focused on the edge of her blouse once more. I felt the need to cross the distance between us and kiss her on the forehead, but I refrained. “Good night, Y/N,” I softly whispered before retreating back to my own room.

The morning came quickly and I was excited to spend Saturday with my son and Y/N, hopefully helping her come back to normal quickly, so I could finally have a heart to heart and apologize for what I had said. When I got into the kitchen, she was already there, a full-on feast waiting on the table as she finished flipping pancakes. 

“Did you even sleep?” I joked, but worry quickly clouded my mind as she glanced up at me with a guilty look on her face.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I was saved from further inquiry as Jack quickly made his way in the kitchen and into his father’s arms, undoubtedly having heard him coming down the stairs. He excitedly shouted about pancakes and activities planned for the day and I took up the opportunity to finish the pancakes, motioning them to sit on the table as I followed suit.

We ate leisurely, comforted by the knowledge that we had the whole day ahead of us, and I made the effort to actually be present in the conversation, behaving in the way I would normally do. I could see that the act, paired with the enormous amount of concealer I had used to hide my eye bags, had actually managed to fool Aaron.

A part of me felt guilty, knowing that he was putting so much effort into helping me and I wasn’t being completely honest with him, but I knew this is what I needed to do. I had to get out of there, so he wouldn’t have to feel burdened by his responsibility towards me, as team leader, anymore.

I was just finishing my cup of coffee when Aaron’s phone resonated through the room, abruptly interrupting the conversation as he sent Jack a guilty smile before standing up to answer it. I tried to distract the kid, but he was already too smart for his own age. Having grown up in the Hotchner household, he knew by now what it meant when his dad’s phone rang on a Saturday.

I didn’t listen to his conversation but when he came back down, he was already dressed to work. Before I could say anything, he explained that there weren’t any cases that needed the team’s attention, but he had been called into a meeting with other team leaders. “I’m sorry, son, I know you were looking forward to spending the day with me.” He leaned down to deposit a kiss on Jack’s forehead before turning to me. “I might be gone through most of the day, these things tend to run far into the evening… Are you sure you can handle everything around here?” I knew what he meant. He wanted to know if he could trust me to be alone. I nodded before assuring him that I would spend the day with Jack and we could do something together later in the evening when he came back, or tomorrow. That seemed to reanimate the little guy while also tranquilizing his father, who nodded at me once, a thankful smile on his face, before turning around and leaving.

I spent most of the day busy trying to be busy. I wanted to occupy Jack so he wouldn’t notice something was off, but I also needed to distract myself, not only from my own dark thoughts but also from the fact that I could very well fall asleep at any time. I was deadly tired, but even after I had put him in bed for an afternoon nap, I couldn’t allow myself to go to sleep. This is what I deserved. I had to deal with these voices, reminding me I didn’t deserve any kindness these people offered me. Especially not Hotch’s, since it was simply him doing what he needed to do, in order to fulfill his duty as a team leader who had been burdened with the responsibility of dealing with an agent’s suicidal past.

That’s what was going through my mind as I stood in the middle of the kitchen, not even noticing how I slowly balanced myself from one leg to the other, my eyes slowly dropping. I didn’t even realize what was happening, only that I suddenly felt much lighter than I previously was, and suddenly, my mind went blank.

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Took me about two hours with lotsa distractions

And has 1561 words

Theres two prompts in here. In this timeline, everyone's alive. But also this is the second motive. Byakuyas secret surprises everyone(the longer part) and a game of truth or dare(not as long sorry) its 11:44 at night and I'm tired as all hecc

@fluffomatic here you go. Although I didn't exactly use inspiration based off the art you made. I'm really tired and barely know what I'm doing.

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"As your school principle, I am supposed to motivate you! So, for your second motivation, I'll be handing put secrets! Its your decision what you want to do with it." The build a bear reject says. "How am I supposed to get you guys to kill eachother?" Monokuma adds under his breath then disappears. Everyone looks at each other in confusion.

"Secrets?" Aoi had questioned the bear authority despite it already having left. Several thin papers were scattered like snow from what looked like it could only be the ceiling. They all scrambled to pick up the small pieces that had their secrets written upon them.

"Whatever man. Lets just forget about them." Mondo was about to walk out when a certain compass moral stopped him.

"Wait. Lets all share our secrets so that its no longer a motive!" Taka introduced the idea.

"Well, it cant hurt us if we do." Makoto states looking down at his own secret. They gather around in a circle like oval. Chihiro starts.

"... I uhm. I'm actually a boy dressed as a girl. Because people would bully me for being to "weak" or "feminine"." Chihiro looks down as if to be ashamed.

"Theres no need to be ashamed!" Taka gives the small boy a soft smile. Chihiro gives a small smile back, looking up.

"What about yours Taka?" He asks

"Oh! Right!" He lets out a small giggle and unfolds his, "...I uhm oh. I ran in the halls! I'm so sorry everyone! I know, this must be disappointing to hear the ultimate moral compass broke a rule." He acts as if it is shocking.

"No ones disappointed Taka! Its ok to break a rule if its a rare thing to happen." Makoto says.

"Well? Whats your secret?" Taka asks.

"Oh, I uhm. I-" Makoto looked away, a blushing mess. "I wet the bed 5th grade." Makoto said quietly but everyone heard him. A silence overcame them like a light in a dark room.

"I guess its my turn!" Byakuya says, wanting people to not bully or embarrass his boyfriend. "I've never... What?" Byakuya looks confused. "How is this a secret? I've never been tickled." He squints his eyes. Everyone looked shocked. Even Makoto looks shocked.

"Hold up. You've never been tickled?" Yasuhiro had asked.

"Well, for the ultimate progeny, his childhood would be not as "

'childish' as others." Kyoko had said, a hand placed on her chin.

"Agh-!" Byakuya had yelled after he was tackled. Leon had dug into his ribs getting sudden laughter pouring from his mouth. "WAHAHAIT!!" Byakuya was squirming.

"Hey!" Leon got tackled down by Toko. "What the? Why did you do that?" Leon yelled at the writer.

"You're being to rough with him!" Toko yelled at the baseball man. Byakuya started giggling and everyone looked over to see Makoto lightly tracing his abs and ribs.

"Nohohoho!" Byakuya squirmed, trying to get away from Makoto.

"Uh-uh. You're not getting away from me." Makoto teased. Kyoko walked up to Byakuyas squirming body and poked it earning a high squeak amongst the giggles.

"Noho! Dont dohoho that KyokO-" Byakuya started giggling harder when Kyoko started light scribbles on his ribs. He tries to grab her hands but ends up revealing his under arms and having Kyoko quickly shoot into them. "Hohold ohohohon!" He shot his arms down as soon as she did that.

"Oops. My hands are trapped. Guess I'll have to keep tickling you until you put up your arms." She shrugged with a sly smile on her face.

"Hehehehey stahp!" Byakuya reluctantly put up his arms above his head to make Kyoko stop. That only pushed her more. She sat on his hands but made sure not to hurt them and continued her relentless attack. Makoto was going ham on his sides and moved to his belly. Byakuya ended up squirming more than than ever, his laughter going up a few octaves. "HOHOLD ON! STOHAHAP IT PLEAHEEHE-"

"Nah. I'm hungry for a happy Byakuya!" Makoto said leaning down and nibbling ever so lightly on his belly. His eyes shut and a wide smile planted on his face emitting loud giggles like a speaker. Makoto also began dancing his hands hands along his sides, ribs and belly changing suddenly and with no pattern as well.

"Aw. You're so much fun!" Kyoko added some teases to the mix.

When it got to the point of Byakuya not being able to for words they stopped their attacks to give Byakuya a breathing break.

"Hmm. Should we try..?" He looked at Kyoko and she nodded. Makoto made his way down to his ankles. He sat on his calves. He cradled the progeny's ankles in an arm lock. He started snickering and giggling again cutely when Kyoko ran finger down and around his neck. He scrunched up his neck and made a little whining sound which turned into a ridiculously cute sight. Makoto laughed and smiles at this and turned back to his 'assignment'. Makoto traced a finger down the middle of the boys sole. And instantly his giggles went up a little. He messed around and drew shapes with the tip of his fingernail. Byakuya squirmed. Under the weight of his two lers. Makoto used his entire hand to scribble along both of Byakuyas feet. He thrashes, giggling violently.

"Ohohok did I do sohohomethihing?" Byakuyas head was tilted into his arm to try and stifle his giggles. Kyoko and Makoto took this as an opportunity to stop. Makoto walks up towards his head.

"You're so cute Byakuya." He kissed his boyfriends nose making Byakuya more rose coloured. His smile was still widely spread across his face and tears were both streaming and had stained his face. Makoto helped Byakuya up. "You ok?" The small boy said.

"Yea.. I'm fine. Just a little worn out." Byakuya said straightening his glasses ans fixing his hair. They heard a loud obnoxious laugh.

"OK OK IHIHI WOHONT BE SO CAHARLEHESS!" Leon yelled as Toko was going nuts on him.

"Promise?" She asks slyly.

"IHIHIHI PROMIHISE!!" He yelled, squirming under her. Toko relented and let him catch his breath.

"This is a school environment! You cant just do that!" Taka pouts angrily.

"Whatever Taka." Kyoko giggles. "We should hang out tonight. After 10. Truth or dare. Get closer yknow?"

" like a date then." Hifumi says.

"Not you. You're not allowed to come." Kyoko states glaring at Hifumi.

"I guess we should wait until then. I'm off." Makoto said dragging Byakuya to his room. Byakuya and Makoto were cuddling until something actually happened Makoto was being the little spoon. "Mmm Byakuya-" he tried to stifle his giggles as his boyfriend traced shapes on his belly.

"Wow Makoto. Your skin is so soft." He smiled, tracing the skin around hus navel.

"Byahakuyaaaa stoooop!" Makoto squirmed in the progeny's thouch.

"Aw. But such soft skin deserves to be caressed and needs attention." Byakuya cooed at the smaller boy.

"Heheheheh!" Makoto was giggling so hard he could barely make out any words. Togami smiled mischievously. He dug his fingers into Makoto belly on both sides of his navel. "BYAKUYAHAHAHAH! NOOOOO STAHP!" Makoto laughed out loud and threw his head out.

"Aw. Your face is sooo cute Makoto." Byakuya teasy complimented him and stopped his attack. They slept until 10 pm. It was the Monokuma night announcement that woke them up. They headed to the gym still a little groggy from their nap. As soon as they opened the gym doors, the light blinded them.

"You made it!" Aoi cheered happily.

"Yup!" Makoto smiled. They once again, sat in a circle wondering whos gonna go first.

"Taka! Truth or dare!" Aoi asked excitedly.

"Uh.. Truth." Taka answered a bit scared that if he said dare, Aoi would make him do something bad.

"Do you like anyone?" Taka was taken aback by such a common question coming from Aoi.

"Oh uhm. I like Mondo." Taka answered without hesitation. Mondo became a blushing mess and looked away.

"Makoto. Truth or dare?" Taka asked the small boy of hope.

"Uh dare."

"Hmm... I dare you to uhm.." Taka looked around a bit. "I dare you to throw that garbage away!" Makoto was surprised and not surprised but did it anyways.

"Hey Byakuya. Truth or dare."

"Dare. Truth seems to be to boring." He looked at Aoi. Aoi seemed to look through his soul.

"Let us tickle you." The small boy said.

"What?" Byakuya was taken aback, surprised.

"Let us tickle you." Makoto smiled at this thought.

"Well, the ultimate progeny doesn't count on giving up. Very well." He lifted up his arms leaving all his spots free to whoever wanted to join. Makoto slipped his hand under Byakuyas shirt and scribbled. Byakuya started laughing instantly. "Makohohoto!" He whined, knowing he couldn't beg for Makoto to stop.

"Whats wrong? Why are you laughing? Nothings going on? Whats so funny?" He asked and byakuya had never answered. Makoto lifted the taller boys shirt up leaned his head down. He blew the longest raspberry anyone has ever seen. He laughed louder and shot his hands down. Makoto stopped his attack. "You didn't last to long." Makoto says.

"Yea. You should lengthen that by training with Aoi and myself." Sakura said with a sly smirk. They continued the game for most of the night the headed off to bed.

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I hope you liked it!

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Angel of the Three Realms

PART THREE!!

Description: You were an Angel who went to the human world to escape punishment for loving Lucifer only to be brought back into his life, this time in the Devildom where you pretend to be human.

Warnings: Unrequited Love, Angst, WIP

Pairing(s): Lucifer/Reader

Link to my AO3: Click Here

Authors Note: Okay so it’s been two months and I’m sorry but I finally had time to write after having the Holiday’s and dental surgery that ended up worse that it should have been and yadda... So please enjoy!~

Part One Part Two

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The light was blinding. Everything felt soft and cushioned and warm. You stood in the center of a circular room with no windows and yet the cream walls gleamed pure white so harshly it hurt your eyes. This should be comfortable—light was comforting right, like sunlight?—but you felt too seen. Too pure when you knew you were anything but after all you had done.

Suddenly, above you the ceiling opened up. Black smoke streamed inside with purpose and movement. A dark Angel flew down quickly and landed on two lean legs with no sound of impact.

“Lucifer!” Your own voice seemed echoed in your ears.

His face was expressionless as he spoke. “You lied to me. You left me.”

You shook your head and pleaded, “No, please I—”

He was in front of you, clutching your throat in his hands. His eyes glowed blood red. “I hate you. I will always hate you for what you did to me. You don’t deserve my love.” He let you go and without a second look, Lucifer was gone.

He was gone.

The room was getting smaller, until it was brushing your shoulders. You fell to your knees and sobbed and clutched your chest as it ached. Like vines wrapping around your heart, squeezing the life from your soul internally. “Please…”

The inky black overcame your vision, and you felt yourself sinking into the dark. Suffocating and drowning in pain, rejection. You were alone. Forever to be left in the darkness with no one to save you from your own terrible choices.

This was the life you had selected and you had to deal with the consequences of it all.

When you next opened your eyes, expecting dark, it was to a bedroom that was familiar and a pillow you knew all too well.

“That must have been quite a nightmare.”

Heart pounding, you looked over to see Barbatos pouring water from a pitcher that sat on the bedside table.

You felt sweaty and sore and emotionally drained. All from a nightmare. But relief poured in and your heartbeat calmed.

Your throat was actually very dry, so you took the water gratefully. After downing the whole thing, you nodded. “Yeah, that wasn’t… that wasn’t a pleasant dream…”

Barbatos took your empty glass from your hand. “Our dreams are extensions of our conscious minds. Often times what you are dreaming of has correlations to your life and emotions. A dream may even be telling you a path to take or perhaps a path not to take.” He smiled small, then. “Or perhaps not, and it was simply a bad dream.”

You just blinked at him. There wasn’t really anything you thought of to say to that. He might have been right, but what did your dream actually mean?

“You look pale. Do you need anything?”

You shook your head. “No thank you. Um, where’s Lucifer?”

He smiled. “He’ll be back shortly. I was tasked with watching you until then.”

“Oh. All right.”

You shifted on the bed, wincing. Your body had been stuck here for a while and you could feel the muscles of your legs and back starting to cramp, being stuck laying on your belly for this long sucked. But you had a pillow set under your chest to cushion your upper body and the bed was one of the most comfortable ones you ever had been in. At least your wings were okay for now. But there was an urging inside that spoke volumes, and it said that you needed to spread them and fly.

“We’ll start to replenish your magic with some medicine as soon as Simeon gathers the correct ingredients from the Celestial Realm.”

Your neck hurt from how quickly you turned it, and you pushed yourself up on your elbows, despite the strain, to gape at Barbatos. “What? He—he’s going to do what?”

Barbatos didn’t even look affected. “He had to get specific items only found there. He should be back soon and then we can get you back to full strength again.”

You wanted to cry. This was bad, so bad. They were going to find out you still had your Angel magic and strip it from you, and you would be left with nothing. A fitting end, truly, for all the pain you caused them when you left.

“It’s too late to call them back, isn’t it?” you asked quietly.

“Why would you want them to do that, young miss?”

You laughed bitterly at the way he addressed you. “Please don’t, Barbatos. I—I don’t want…” Your throat closed up. Why did you have to start crying again? You were not weak. Right?

“Calm yourself, please. You have nothing to worry about.”

Barbatos’ words did nothing to calm you. It was like he didn’t realize what was going to happen.

Simeon would have to ask permission to take anything from the Celestial Realm to bring it here. That meant speaking with Michael. And Michael was not always kind to you. It was true he was one of the oldest Angel’s and close with your father, but that did not mean he had to be nice to you. He hated how you acted. He tried to make Lucifer change you into being a perfect Angel. Lucifer never listened but still, it hurt.

So knowing what Michael thought of you, and that he probably thought you dead… he would not be happy to hear you fell to the Human Realm and still lived as an Angel. He would destroy you. End you.

Because if an Angel falls from Heaven voluntarily to the Human world, not on assignment or to be a Guardian Angel to a human in need, then that Angel was not welcome back and became mortal, doomed to die and never rebirth as an Angel. They were only meant to become either a wandering soul, or meant for Hell. If an Angel falls from Heaven to the Devildom, be it voluntarily or not, they became a Fallen, still immortal but not pure or ever allowed to return as an Angel, and the Devildom could do with you as they wished.

You shoved your face into your pillows and sobbed loudly. You didn’t want to die. You just wanted to live and enjoy living. Delight in all that the worlds had to give. To be with Lucifer and the brothers and the other exchange students and learn and be happy together, cause mischief and make memories together. As a family.

But instead…. You would be killed. If not killed, made human permanently. Either choice was horrible.

The crushing pain of knowing your end was coming made your entire body shake with uncontrollable sobs. Barbatos was saying something but you were not hearing him, stuck in your head, trapped in the misery of certain death. Is this was Humans felt all the time? If so, it was awful.

The bedroom door opened. You barely heard it. “What’s going on here? Why are you crying? Are you in pain?”

It was Lucifer. You turned your red face to see him standing with Barbatos, accosting him. You wanted to reach out to him, but your position made it hard. “Lucifer—I—”

At your bedside, he took your face in his hand. “I am here. What do you need?”

You cried, “Please hold me, I just wana feel you around me.” Like before when you were sad, his wings always gave you comfort, surrounding your body with warmth.

Lucifer helped rearrange your body so you were curled up into his arms, pressed to his chest on your side as your shoulders shook, wings together behind the both of you. Barbatos had left but you hardly noticed it, too focused on holding Lucifer, breathing him in, letting his hands and fingers and soothing voice calm you.

Several minutes passed. Lucifer was there the entire time, his arms around you as best he could, his chin to the top of your head. He pet your head and rocked you a little bit as you felt yourself stop crying, like you ran out of tears. Your body still trembled and your cheeks hurt but there weren’t any more waterworks.

“Can you please tell me what happened? Was it something that Barbatos did?”

You swallowed thickly. “No, nothing he did. He said… he said Simeon was getting some things for me…”

“Yes, he is. Simeon informed me that your magic is very low from keeping it in use for so long.”

“If Michael—he can’t—”

“Michael won’t find out, sweetheart. I promise you that. Simeon said he’d be discreet.”

“Wh-what?” Did that mean Simeon was lying to Michael… for you?

He tipped your chin up and gazed sympathetically at you as you blinked away random tears stuck in your eyes that fell. “We know Michael. He never treated you well. I won’t let anything happen to you, I swear on my life.”

You wanted to kiss him. You almost did. Instead, though, you hugged him tighter than ever, and he made a surprised sound and then melded into your snug embrace. “Thank you.”

“For you, I would do anything.”

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☆v - lights will guide you home☾

Chapter 5 of Me From The Moon, You From The Stars

Summary: Taehyung and Jungkook make up

Warnings: Mentions of rape and abuse

Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

AN: The chapter you’ve all been waiting for. Let me know what you think and if you want to be added on to the tag list.

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JUNGKOOK watched as the smaller boy stormed out of the cafeteria. What had just happened? No omega had ever dared to kick him and punch him before. He cupped his cheek, already feeling it starting to bruise.

"Nice going, jerk." Jimin spat, turning around to see if his friend needed him to come after him, but Taehyung had disappeared out of the school. Jungkook ducked his head in shame. Maybe he had gone too far.

"Jimin, did something happen to Taehyung?" Yoongi asked. He was able to recognise when someone had been abused – he knew from previous experience. Jungkook gulped. He had never known Taehyung to go through anything when they were friends, unless he didn't tell him.

Jimin looked at Namjoon and they seemed to be having a silent conversation with each other. Namjoon shrugged while nodding his head and Jimin nodded in agreement. "About a year ago, something really bad happened to Taehyung and it changed him. He used to be innocent, bubbly, kind, but then the incident happened and he became cold and withdrawn to anyone apart from me and Joonie hyung since we were the only ones there to look after him."

Jungkook suddenly felt awful. How could he have done that? He needed to go and apologise straight away. He stepped away from the table, shaking his head. "I have to go. I need to go. Jimin, where does he live?"

Jimin paused, looking unwilling to give Jungkook the address. "How do I know you're not going to hurt him again?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at the young alpha.

"Jiminie, baby boy, let Kook go. He probably just wants to apologise." Hoseok said, hugging his mate close.

"Okay fine." Jimin obliged, giving Jungkook the address. Jungkook thanked him and raced out of the school, ignoring the shouts of the receptionist after him.

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TAEHYUNG was putting away his coat and shoes when he heard his doorbell ring. He walked over to the intercom and saw that it was Jungkook. He huffed. What could he want? He really did not want to face him right now, but maybe his coming here was a good thing?

He paused before letting him in. Did he really feel mentally strong to put himself through this right now? How did he even have his address? Jimin. So he must be here for a good reason. There would be no way that Jimin would let him otherwise. He pushed the button before going to put on the kettle, needing a cup of tea to soothe his nerves.

Jungkook knocked on the door as the kettle finished boiling, making Taehyung freeze in his steps. He took a few deep breaths before regaining his confident persona and opening the door.

"Come to punish me again?" Taehyung asked, arching an eyebrow. Jungkook gulped and shook his head, looking down at his feet in shame. "Then what are you doing here?"

"Tae, I'm so sorry." Jungkook began.

"Don't call me Tae, that's not my name anymore." Taehyung said shortly, letting Jungkook come into the apartment. Jungkook frowned at this.

"Why not? You used to love being called that." Jungkook asked as Taehyung led him into the sitting room.

"Just not me anymore." Taehyung shrugged. He gestured to the sofa. "You can sit. Do you want something to drink?" He offered. Might as well be a good host – someone had to have the high ground here, and it definitely was not going to be Jungkook. After a few moments, he realised that Jungkook had not replied to him. "Jungkook." He turned around and saw that he had his face buried in his hands. "Jungkook, what's going on?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" Jungkook asked. Taehyung was surprised. They hadn't spoken to each other in a few years, so why would he? "I know we stopped being friends, but Tae, sorry Taehyung, I still care about you. I love you, Taehyung." Taehyung blinked. "And I know I wasn't there for you then, but I am now. And I want you to know you can talk to me. It's hurt you so bad, you've changed yourself because of it, but I want to help you. So please, just talk to me." Taehyung was silent. He never knew that Jungkook still felt that way, especially since he had treated him so badly and basically ignored him.

Taehyung sniffled, feeling tears starting to well up in his eyes. He felt awful. How could he abandon someone who cared about him as much as Jungkook? Yes, Jimin and Namjoon did care about him, but they had mates who took up the majority of their time. Taehyung sometimes felt like he came as the minority in their group.

It was weird. He hadn't cried since the incident. He wasn't sure whether he wanted Jungkook to see him cry. Jungkook was crying in front of him, so surely if he trusted him enough to do that, Taehyung could trust him with the same thing? He decided he could.

"Jungkook." Taehyung made his way over to his friend? Could he call him that now? Jungkook looked up and saw Taehyung was crying.

"Taehyung..." He pulled him by the wrist and onto his lap. He paused and removed his hands, allowing Taehyung to move off if he wanted to, but he didn't. He liked this contact. It helped calm him down a bit. "Do you want to tell me what happened to you? You can take your time?"

Taehyung closed his eyes, more tears falling as he thought back to what had happened to him. "I..." He took a deep breath. "Just over a year ago I was walking to school. I used to walk alone since I was trusting and thought that nothing bad could ever happen to me if I was positive." He scoffed and sniffed, wiping his eyes. "Turns out I was wrong." Jungkook pulled him close in a hug, rubbing his back to calm him down as Taehyung was straddling his lap. "There was a man, I can still remember his face clearly. He said his dog was sick and he needed help. I should have known when he led me off the path. I should have run away then, but I didn't. I then asked him what his dog was called. He said he didn't have one. That's when I knew. I tried to run, but he was too strong. He chased me down and drugged me and then he -" Taehyung let out a loud sob. "He raped me. I couldn't fight back. I couldn't even move because of the drug he gave me. I just had to lie there and take it like some sex toy for him to use. And then he knotted me. Thankfully I wasn't in heat, but still. He left to get some heat inducers and that's when I called Jimin." Taehyung explained.

"Taehyung, oh my God. That's horrible. No one should ever have to go through that." Jungkook said, pulling the boy away to look him in the eye. "You should never have had to go through that. I should have been there for you."

Taehyung looked at his friend. "I'm sorry I ignored you. I was so scared, I just didn't want to disappoint you. I didn't know whether or not you would ignore me because I manifested as an omega and not an alpha. We had plans to be alphas together and I ruined them." He sounded insecure. He knew he did. He could see it in Jungkook's face. He could also see the sympathy and forgiveness.

"Taehyung, I don't blame you. You must have been so scared. But you have to know this. You could never, never disappoint me!" Jungkook reached up and wiped away the tears from Taehyung's face. "You complete me. Without you I feel like half a person."

"Then why were you so angry at me?" Taehyung asked, his voice small.

Jungkook took a deep breath. "Because I was annoyed. Annoyed at how you ignored me. I thought you didn't like me, or thought I wasn't good enough. But now that I know the real reason I understand." He said. "I think it must just have been my alpha pride. And also maybe how you are so strong-willed and confident and so unlike any other omega I have ever met. I think it scared me. But it's all right now. You have a reason for it, and it is not your fault." Taehyung looked down at Jungkook, seeing him properly for the first time.

His jawline had become more chiselled and he had grown into his nose. He had grown muscles and his thighs had thickened. Taehyung could feel the muscles under him. Jungkook was so handsome. And he smelled so good. Like dark chocolate and cinnamon. His eyes had got bigger. Taehyung could feel himself getting lost in them more the longer he stared. They were a beautiful dark brown. And his lips. They were pink and pouty, perfect for kissing.

Taehyung blinked. Why was he thinking about kissing Jungkook? He cleared his throat and pulled away slightly. Jungkook was watching him carefully, his hands wrapped around his waist. "Tae?" He asked, noticing his friend's slight change in emotion. Taehyung hummed in response. "Thank you for telling me that. I know it must have been hard." Tae nodded. "I'll protect you now. I promise." He said firmly, making Tae smile. "You don't have to be so aware of your emotions anymore. I'll help you get back to who you want to be."

"Thank you Jungkook." Taehyung wrapped his arms around Jungkook's neck and hugged him. He could feel the tension building between them, but it wasn't bad tension. It was like everything surrounding them had melted away and that all of his senses were homed in on his chocolate and cinnamon scent, the feel of him, and his face.

He didn't know what overcame him but before he knew it, he was kissing Jungkook. And Jungkook was kissing back, his lips moulding perfectly to Taehyung's as if they were made to fit against each other like two pieces of a puzzle. Taehyung was surprised. Jungkook was a really good kisser. He knew exactly how much pressure to apply to make shivers go down Tae's back. His hands were still holding his waist, his fingers fanned out over his back.

They pulled away, breathing hard to catch their breath. The lack of oxygen was what made the kiss end, otherwise they would have continued for ever. Jungkook was staring up at Taehyung, his lips red and swollen. Taehyung could feel heat building in his cheeks, completely sure that they were bright red.

"Wow." Was all Jungkook could say. "You're a good kisser, Tae." Taehyung felt his blush grow even more, making Jungkook chuckle. "Cute." He said.

"You're a good kisser too, Kookie." Taehyung giggled. "Thank you for being here for me. I know I can rely on you for everything." As Taehyung said this he knew that he could and he felt it from the bottom of his heart.

#taekook #taekook smut #taekook fluff #taekook angst #yoonminhope #namjin #omega!taehyung #omega!jimin #omega!namjoon #alpha!jungkook #alpha!seokjin #alpha!yoongi #alpha!hoseok #me from the moon you from the stars #lights will guide you home

[missn11]

for the shipping kisses #7 'to shut them up' for Ming Xiao and Sebastian Lacroix. if you have time.

@loxanchives aw thanks, I love that prompt for LaCroix/Ming Xiao so much! So this turned longer than I thought it would! 😆😅

Ming Xiao was shaking as she made her way out of Downtown, her mind reeling from what she had just done. It would be considered pure insanity telling the adopted childe of Prince Sebastian LaCroix about everything, the alliance, and their framing of Nines for the murder of Grout, but the most ludicrous of it all, she had also told them about the key to the sarcophagus. It was a move that reeked of the desperation of the disastrous situation she was in, a gamble to see if she could gain a powerful ally or bring doom onto herself and the remaining Kuei-jin in Los Angeles.

But potentially foolish as it had been, Ming Xiao knew she hadn’t had much of a choice in the matter, as Sebastian’s childe had managed, in the course of a couple of nights, to completely decimate everything she had built over the past five years. However, that wasn’t the only reason, there was also the matter of Sebastian’s obsession with the Ankaran sarcophagus blinding him to all that had needed to be done. Ming Xiao could no longer bare seeing him like this, and her breaking point had been hearing the news about him obtaining the sarcophagus. Not only was he one step closer to possibly bringing about the Sixth Age but also her most loyal and effective agents the Chang Brothers were dead.

She should have done something sooner when Rodriguez had failed to be found and executed, or when their plans to deal with the Sabbat had fallen by the wayside, or at least tried harder to talk Sebastian out of his obsession, but she hadn’t, for she had been blinded too. Blinded by her feelings for Sebastian.

It had started out as a means to gain better control over Sebastian, and Ming Xiao knew it had been the same on his end too, but their affair had quickly transformed into something much deeper than she could had predicted. In between planning Rodriguez’s and the Sabbat’s downfall, they had spent hours just talking about everything, including their past. They had soon quickly moved on from teasing flirtations and touches to more passionate and needier embraces and kisses. The time spent apart had grown smaller, for as much as she hadn’t wanted to admit it then, it had been unbearable to be separated from him.

And it was hard to be away from Sebastian even now, despite everything that had happened to bring about the decision to break off this alliance. It was Ming Xiao’s duty to put her people first above all her personal feelings. It is for the best. Sebastian is going down the route of all my past lovers, unable to see his own obsession will lead to his and potentially other’s doom! she thought, trying to console herself, yet to little avail, the hurt was still too raw. But the deed had been done, and Sebastian would be undoubtedly betrayed by her withholding the key from him, and she would have to prepare for the worst.

Ming Xiao was about to get herself a cab but was compelled to give Ventrue Tower one more final look, her heart squeezing at the flood of memories of the nights she had spent there, curled up with Sebastian by the fire and listening to his records, reading in bed together, his icy blue eyes hot and hungry when she had propositioned him on the desk…

However, Ming Xiao knew that she couldn’t linger here any longer and was about to hail for a cab when she heard a desperate voice call out to her from behind. “Wait, wait, ma cherie!” She turned round to see Sebastian rushing up to her, his face filled with a mixture of both panic and relief.

She stood in place, briefly paralyzed by the fact Sebastian had gone after her. Even with the knowledge of what his childe had no doubt reported to him, he had come to her. And Ming Xiao wasn’t sure how to deal with that.

Sebastian tentatively came close to Ming Xiao, his voice shaking with nerves, “I am so glad that I’ve managed to find you! I had feared that I would lose you- this chance for good!” he coughed and straightened his jacket, “I wanted to apologise, for…” he took in a breath, his expression now pained, clearly he wasn’t accustomed to admitting his mistakes, “…for allowing my obsession with the Ankaran sarcophagus to cloud my judgment… terribly, and cause ruin to come to our relationship. I cannot tell you how sorry I am for hurting you like this-- Oh Ming, I have missed you— ”

Ming Xiao interrupted Sebastian by pulling him by his tie over to her and locked his lips with hers, kissing him passionately, her fingers threading through his hair and her hand grasping his hip. He quickly overcame his shock, kissing her back deeply and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. It felt so good and right to be in each other’s arms again, kissing with abandon, she had missed this terribly.

She could not believe that her gamble had ended up turning into an intervention of sorts for Sebastian. A cynical way to look at this was that it was a tactic of his to try to get in her good graces again to hopefully snatch away the key later, but Ming Xiao didn’t believe that was the case. He was right here, all alone and vulnerable, taking responsibility for his actions, the pure sincerity in his voice and his passion towards her couldn’t be faked, she would have noticed. But even with her belief that he was sorry for what he had done to her, that didn’t mean all was forgiven, she had to know he would put in the effort to make amends. After all, an apology and his arms around her wouldn’t be enough, even if a part of her wanted it to be.

Reluctantly breaking off their kiss, Ming Xiao drew back and fixed a stern look on her face, “I have lost a considerable number of resources thanks to your childe’s adventures in my territory, what you are going to do to make up for it?”

That demand seemed to perk Sebastian right up as he quickly pulled out a cheque-book, “If you want monetary compensation, you will have it, if you need resources shipped to you right now, I’ll set it up right this second. Money is no object to a Ventrue like me!” he declared proudly with a wide-toothed grin.

“And Rodriguez, what are you going to do about him?”

“I’m quite ahead of you with regards to Mr Rodriguez, I’ve sent my agent to meet up with him under the guise of an alliance but let’s say Mr Rodriguez instead will be meeting an unfortunate end by an enraged werewolf!” Sebastian explained gleefully.

Ming Xiao smiled widely and pulled him in for another kiss…

#vampire the masquerade #vampire the masquerade bloodlines #vtmb #sebastian lacroix #ming xiao #sebastian lacroix/ming xiao #fanfiction #asks #loxanchives #my writing

[yankyo]

Size

Wasp x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Reader is a demon, wasp has insecurities, little size kink, wasp losing his v card, smut as usual 

If someone asked him how this situation came about, he would have no real answer for them. This wasn't the first time you came around, you often popped up from the Netherworld to check up on Boss and make sure he was settling on the surface alright and give him some updates on what was happening down below. The clones all loved you, because whenever you came, you would come with little treats from the Netherworld for them - from books for Ren to six headed insects for Chameleon to eat, they all received gifts tailored just for them. This time, however, after a whisper from Boss that he didn't quite catch, you had smiled at him instead and offered a hand for Wasp to take. Your hand was tiny in his and while he knew that, being a demon, you were stronger than your appearance implied, he found himself holding your hand as gently as he could, so focused on this that he hardly knew where it was that you were even leading him to until you came to an abrupt stop.

Wasp looked around the room, confused. The old house they had recently taken up shop in was an old, beaten down thing, but this room looked well taken care of with a large, comfortable looking bed, a filled bookcase, and a soft looking recliner by a fireplace... did the house even have a fireplace? His confusion must've been obvious on his face, because you gave a soft laugh as you plopped down on the bed, patting the spot besides you for him to sit too.

"This is my little space," you explained, "I wanted to talk to you in private, without you worrying about the others listening in." He tilted his head curiously now, taking his spot at your side. It was true that the others were rather curious, and it wasn't rare for them to follow him around, especially Jay and Chamie. Falling back into his thoughts, he wasn't aware of the struggle on your face as you attempted to figure out the best way to broach the subject, but before long, you sucked in a deep breath and began to speak. "Wasp, sweetie, Beetlejuice has been telling me that you've been going through some struggles." Another head tilt from him. Struggles? Sure, trying to help keep the others in line wasn't exactly easy. There were no breathers to prank, so that meant the pranks fell to the weaker clones and Jazz tended to take things too far when he got bored, but the combined efforts of Ren, Bee, Lex and him were keeping a tentative balance - at least enough to keep a sort of peace. Perhaps it was about staying on the surface? He didn't think he was struggling to acclimate more than any of the others, in fact, Boss was pretty happy to be far away from Juno and the others followed in that sentiment. Yes, they couldn't be seen, but it was better than the alternative. Thankfully and yet simultaneously unfortunately, you didn't leave him to ponder what your meaning was for long. "Wasp, sweetheart... what are you doing for your heats?" He choked at that question, his hair turning a bright, embarrassed yellow as he immediately averted eye contact. "Hey, hey, it's ok, it's nothing to be embarrassed about, all demons go through it, even demon clones." You soothed, your voice so soft and sweet that his tense shoulders relaxed slightly. "Beej has been a bit worried about you, he thinks you might be bottling it up and not satiating the need. Is that true?" He was silent, the yellow tint not fading in the slightest as he gave the tiniest not of his head.

"Baby, you know that isn't healthy, right? You need to find a way to work through the heat, either with a partner or by yourself." He knew that... he did... but...

"I... I can't..." he finally spoke up, his voice so low you had to lean in to catch it.

"You can't find a partner?" He nodded again. Succubi and Incubi alike came around, sure, Boss was able to call them up from the Netherworld, but after his first attempt, Wasp had realized that he was just not a suitable mate for anyone and even his heat overcame him, he couldn't erase the look on the demon's face when they saw him. "Wasp, what's wrong sweetie? Do you not like the demons that come up?" The urge to run away from this conversation was strong, shame and embarrassment swirling in the pit of his stomach, but even as he fidgeted in his place, he shook his head again. You placed a hand over his, stilling the trembling with your gentle touch. "Do you feel gross about sexual contact? It's ok if you do, baby, not every demon is a sex addict like Beej." He snorted at that, shaking his head again.

"I'm just..." you waited for him patiently, even as he floundered for his words, "I'm too big." Silence. As it dragged on, he found himself peeking up at you fearfully, expecting you to agree, but you were just giving him a look that seemed to suggest you were waiting for more.

"Is... is that it?" You finally asked and the shame and embarrassment finally sky rocketed enough for him to jump to his feet. "Wait, wait, wait! I didn't mean to put you down, that wasn't the best way to phrase that!" You leapt up with him, a consoling hand on his arm to keep him from running away. "Did someone tell you that you were too big or...?"

"Told me." He answered gruffly, now staring off to some empty corner of the room. "My... my first time I was with this little succubi and when she saw me..." he could see it. The look of absolute rejection as she immediately backed away. The harsh 'stay the hell away from me' that still rang in his mind every time he even tried to speak to someone new.

"Hm. I'll have to find her and give her a little talking to." Your voice was cold and when he turned to finally face you, your face was pinched with anger. "Wasp, baby, you know, being big isn't a problem. Some people actually really like it." He contemplated this new information for a moment, taking in the blush that spread across your face.

"Do you?" He wasn't sure where that came from. Certainly he wasn't bold enough to ask something like that, no, that was Jazz's territory, or perhaps someone like Boss. But your blush grew darker all the same and you cleared your throat.

"P... perhaps." You replied, sounding adorably flustered before you looked up at him, a new light shining in your eyes. "I don't know exactly what it is I'm working with here, so I couldn't say for sure." Were you...? His silence dragged on as he struggled with the concept of you coming onto him. You were... well, you were you! An incredibly gorgeous demon who all the clones and boss drooled over. You could have your pick of anyone in the entire Netherworld and you were coming onto him? Perhaps silence continued for a moment too long because your expression melted into one of embarrassed shame and you began stuttering over apologies, already backing away. The sight of your retreating form made him panic and without thinking, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you in to keep you from running away this time.

"S-sorry!" He dropped your wrist swiftly, fuck you were so tiny compared to him. He could've hurt you. What if you hated him now?

"Wasp. It's ok. I'm not fragile, I can take way more than a little roughness." You pressed up against him now, your hands dancing across his chest as you seemed to contemplate your next move. "Wasp. Do you want me?" You asked, as if it were even a question. He almost snapped his neck with how hard he nodded. "You don't have any experience do you?" A slower shake of his head now. "That's ok, I'm more than happy to take the lead, is that alright with you?" He barely started his energetic nod when he gently pushed him back onto the bed, his knees buckling as he flopped down, your smaller form crawling up to straddle him. "Is this ok?" Before he could nod, you held a hand up. "Say 'yes' or 'no' baby, you gotta speak up, let your partner know exactly what you want."

"Y...yes." your smile made his breath catch in his throat, his hair already turning pink at the sight of you.

"Now, I want you to tell me when something feels good or bad, ok?"

"Yes." You smiled again before you made quick work of his shirt, unbuttoning it to reveal his chest, your fingers gliding up his form as you pushed aside the fabric, nails scratching pleasantly against his skin. "F... feels good." He whispered, eager to please.  You laughed softly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

"Oh precious, I haven't even started yet." Your hips rolled against his, damn he almost choked, his cock throbbing in its confinement. Your head tilted slightly, rolling your hips again as if to experiment. "Well. Fuck. You weren't just talking shit when you said you were big." Your hands were at his belt, easily undoing it before pulling down his zipper. This was.. it was really happening, wasn't it. You were on top of him, your eyes gleaming with mischief and lust while you carefully tugged down his pants just enough for his cock to spring free. This wasn't just a dream right? He wasn't going to wake up to Jazz's mocking face as he threw some dirty magazines his way and told him to take care of his - coherent thought stopped completely as you leaned down, your hot breath on his member the only warning he received before your tongue flicked over the head of his cock. He definitely choked this time, the moan that bubbled up caught in his throat as you smiled at him so sweetly before you opened your mouth to take him in. Heaven surely had to exist and it was right here. Slowly, taking him in, pulling back til just his head remained in your mouth, you endeavored to take all of him as he tried his absolute hardest to not just cum right then and there. He tried to think of something... anything to hold himself back. Chamie breaking things, Jazz mocking him, Juno's screeching voice as she belittled them. But none of those thoughts lasted more than a second, each one effortlessly blown away as your tongue curled around the width of his cock. You moaned around his dick as if it were delicious, your hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, not tight enough to stop him from finally spilling in your mouth with a whimpering cry of your name. Your eyes widened in surprise, but somehow you managed to swallow every drop of his cum, licking your lips as you pulled away. "Hm, well, we certainly need to work on your stamina, I was barely even able to take half of you...." you trailed off as you noticed his cock was still hard.

You pulled off of his lap to take off your clothing, carelessly tossing it off to the side and he hastily followed suit. "Alright, baby, I'm going to have to prepare myself to take you or else you're going to tear me." That was really possible? You were quick to soothe his budding panic with a kiss, "it's alright, you've got to prepare your partner no matter what size you are, no matter if they're human or demon. Of course, you can be a bit rougher with me, if you'd like." His dick twitched at your grin and your smile grew in response. When you pushed on his chest, he caved easily, but he couldn't deny his bewilderment as you settled over his face instead of in his lap, your hole right there before his eyes before you slid your hand between your legs, your fingers glistening with spit. Holy. Satan. His eyes were glued to you, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as you fingered yourself for him. "You wanna taste, baby?"

"Yes!" He practically shouted, almost panting as you held your wet fingers out for him. He surged upwards, taking your wrist in hand as he licked every single trace of you from your fingers before he grabbed onto your waist and pulled you down into his waiting mouth. If he could die right here eating you out, he would do so in a heartbeat. You clenched around his tongue as he fucked you open, your hips rocking against his face as you let out the sweetest moans he had ever heard. More. More. More. He pressed his tongue in deeper, his nails digging into you as he held you still for him, especially as your body began to convulse above him, your hole tightening around him.

"Fuck! Wasp! Baby! Oh god, it's too much." You wailed, your nails scratching welts into his abdomen. He didn't want to pull away. He wanted to keep eating you out until you came again. And again. But you moans of pleasure were cracking, and as he felt tears of overstimulation hit his stomach, he quickly lifted you to place you in his lap instead so he could cradle you close and brush away your tears. You stayed like this until you stopped twitching, your small hands clinging to him as you pressed soft kisses wherever your lips could reach. "Fuck, Wasp, you're a damn natural." He grinned, pride easily bubbling up within him. He was content to stay like this, even as his cock ached from the lack of attention, but before long you pushed at his chest again, rising up to straddle him once more. "You ready baby?" Your husky voice made him shudder, even as the sight of his cock at your tiny looking entrance made panic bubble within him. Oh god. He was pressing against you, your own wetness and his spit making you so slick you didn't feel real.

"Can't." Wasp gasped, even as his trembling hands clutched at your waist. "Too big." You purred, soft, small hands reaching up to cup his cheeks as you leaned in to give him a reassuring kiss.

"Shh, it's ok, baby." Your tight hole clenched around him as you slowly lowered your hips, slowly but surely taking in his cock inch by exquisitely painful inch. "See, I can take you." The words came out as a moan, your wings fluttering behind you in ecstasy. "Ohh, baby, you feel so good." He moaned at that, his head lolling back just for a moment before he felt your nails at his chest. "No baby, watch. Watch me ride your cock." The order made him shiver, but he obeyed, watching this demon that was so much smaller than he finally settled in his lap, your hole stretched impossibly wide around his cock and face pinched with bliss. You sat there for what felt like an eternity, until Wasp's panting breaths came out with soft little whines, begging for you to please, please move.

Just as slowly as you had sunk down, you rose up, setting a slow, steady pace that made his head loll back onto the pillows, though his eyes strayed from the sight of his cock stretching you to your face. You looked so beautiful like this, the pleasure mounting as you rode him, mouth open and drool trailing over your slick lips. Fuck. His grip on your hips tightened and without warning, he pulled you down faster, his hips rising up to meet yours. Harder. Faster. Bouncing you on his lap as if you weighed nothing. Your mouth hanging open as moans flowed out freely. His. All his. He had to pull you in closer, to kiss your soft skin, had to bite at your lips, at your neck, desperate to taste every inch of you that he could reach. More, more, more. He turned you over, pinning you down onto the soft bed as his hands went to hold your thighs open, marveling at the blissed out sight of you taking his cock before he noticed your stomach bulging with each thrust, his cock showing through your stomach as he bottomed out inside of you. The sight made him shudder, his grip tightening on your thighs as he pulled you impossibly closer, pulling you into his arms so he could nuzzle against you.

“I can’t believe you can take all of me.” He groaned, his hand sliding up your body to your stomach, your body so tiny compared to his that his fingers splayed across the expanse of your belly. “Can I come inside of you?” He asked, hilting inside of you, his twitching and leaking cock pressed so deeply into you he hardly knew where you began and he ended anymore. You let out a weak cry, nodding eagerly to his question, “Say yes or no, Ladybug,” he echoed your words from before, a carnivorous grin spreading across his face as you flushed deeply.

“Yes.... please,” you whined, reaching out for him as if he were your lifeline, though it wasn’t as if he were letting you get away from him anytime soon. No, he was far too enamored with the sight of you, with the taste of your skin, with your cries as he took you. You were intoxicating and he knew he could never have enough of you, so even when he spilled as deeply inside of you as he could, he continued to fuck you through both of your orgasms, paying no mind to the cum leaking out of your hole, staining the bedsheets beneath you and sticking to your bodies. He came and he came and he came until you couldn’t take anymore, over stimulating you until your eyes were glazed over and your voice so ragged you couldn’t even let out a weak cry when he came inside of you for the last time, pulling your body in close in his as he whispered his adoration for you into your ear. Though when he moved as if he were going to pull out, you reached out and pulled him against your body once more, giving him a soft kiss and a pleading look that he could never say no to even if he tried. So instead, he turned your bodies so that you were resting peacefully on his chest and drifted off to sleep, his cock keeping his cum deep inside of you.

#Yan writes #wasp #Clone Wars AU #beetlejuice smut

[lynenspray]

there’s something in the water pt. 2: the bath

(seulrene gp!seulgi gp!irene bathroom sex)

“come here, I’ll run the bath. I want to touch you.” the way joohyun says it is slow and deep, just how seulgi prefers it; joohyun’s voice huskily rings through her head as she follows the older woman. the bath is beautiful and even includes a view.

*part 1 found here

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seulgi was surprised to find that joohyun resisted shoving her onto the bed and having her way with her when they arrived back at the hotel.

instead, there seulgi stood by the door, watching joohyun walk towards the restroom after she unpacked a bottle of lube.

“unnie?”

joohyun turned to give her a look before laughing. “you’ve got sand all over you, honey.”

which was true. a few flyaways must have gotten on her as they giggled and ran towards their room. what can seulgi say? she was a little excited.

gulping, she surreptitiously brushed a palm against the front of her swimming shorts, feeling the tent of her bulge. or maybe more than a little. 

“come here, I’ll run the bath. I want to touch you.” the way joohyun said it was slow and deep, just how seulgi preferred, joohyun’s voice huskily ringing through her head as she followed the older woman.

the bath was beautiful and even included a view.

one marbled edge led to an open window that had a hammock bed attached outside and showed the open sea, no person in sight for miles and miles, only the clear blue of the ocean and perhaps the setting sun once the day was over. 

it was still early, so the water only reflected back sparkles from the rays of the midday sun hitting it.

joohyun twisted the faucet open, checked the temperature of the water that poured out, and beckoned seulgi closer. “does this feel alright to you?” she asked before she placed the lube on one of the sides of the tub.

seulgi indulged in her request and felt it run through her fingers. “it’s perfect, unnie. do you want me to get in first?” she teased, getting back into the mood, untying her top and letting it fall to the floor.

“no,” joohyun frowned at her, closing the tap. “you know we have to take a shower first before anything else.”

the taller woman only chuckled and tugged her shorts down, her slowly swollen length out for joohyun to admire. “you’re no fun. do I have to try to convince you to blow me in the shower?”

“is that what you want?” joohyun’s gaze turned heated, dragging her eyes across the expanse of seulgi’s body. “I can do that for you, if you ask me to.”

seulgi laughed. “today is all about you. let’s get cleaned up first.” she pulled on joohyun and undressed her herself, sinking to her knees and giving joohyun’s cock a quick kiss that caused a breathy squeak to come out of the older woman.

“seulgi.”

alright, alright. “so impatient, unnie.” seulgi grinned and entered the separate shower, turning it on and washing away the evidence of their underwater shenanigans. 

she spurted some of their packed shampoo on one hand and lathered in both of their hairs quickly as joohyun worked on soaping them down, brushing a hand over seulgi’s length that made her jerk her hips by accident.

“seems like you’re the one who’s impatient. or at least your little one is.”

seulgi felt her face flush. she didn’t have a monster member or anything between her legs, but she was bigger than her girlfriend, and she liked it when joohyun called her small.

she liked it when joohyun pressed her down against the bed, palming one ass cheek as she teased her hole open with the tip of her dick. 

she loved the juxtaposition of it, loved having strangers and acquaintances alike seeing their frames side-by-side and having the impression that she would hold joohyun by the hair to bring her to her knees and wreck her when in fact it was very much the opposite.

seulgi groaned when joohyun took her shaft in her hand as soon as they finished washing away the soap on their bodies, hissing when joohyun gave her cock a firm pump. “I want you inside of me. please,” seulgi begged.

joohyun stepped closer and ghosted a breath over her ear, goosebumps breaking out all over seulgi’s skin that she was sure weren’t caused by the coolness of the air. “I thought today was about what I wanted.”

“unnie,” seulgi whined, burying her face into joohyun’s neck until the older woman set a suddenly rapid and unforgiving pace. “oh fuck,” seulgi hissed.

her hips easily followed joohyun’s demanding tempo, pistoning in and out of the makeshift hole joohyun’s hand provided. 

“here?” she asked, breathlessly holding onto the smaller woman’s shoulder as her other hand went to her ass, teasing her hole by massaging her puckered rim with a finger. 

they’d had shower sex multiple times at home, so seulgi could handle it; she was used to being fucked before they even finished cleaning themselves. though the bathtub was new and tempting, seulgi would understand if they wouldn’t make two steps outside the shower area.

seulgi’s back met the opposite wall as joohyun gently pushed her, kissing the wet surface of her skin, from her jaw to her neck to her chest. 

when joohyun started mixing in loving licks with her kisses as she went down to her stomach and teased her everywhere other than where she needed her most, seulgi let her head fall back against the hard surface behind her. 

when joohyun lifted one of seulgi’s legs to worship her balls and help her prepare her hole by teasing her with her tongue, seulgi saw stars.

joohyun held her steady and pinned her where she was, one hand on her thigh while the other kept jacking her off. she was much stronger than she looked, but never too rough with seulgi. every movement of hers was done with a gentleness lying underneath, even if seulgi asked for it harder. 

at first, she thought it was out of shy hesitance, especially when seulgi was the one to initiate everything between them when they first started. now, however, she knew that it was out of care; and she loved that about her.

“hnn,” seulgi whined when joohyun pushed her finger away only to replace it with her own, pressing around her rim before taking a dip. “oh god,” she sobbed when joohyun’s digit sank deeper inside her. her now-free hand scrambled to find purchase on the bathroom wall to no avail.

joohyun returned her mouth onto her dick and gobbled her up as much as she could bear, and seulgi’s hands found their way into joohyun’s hair, grip tight. her climax was approaching much swifter than she was prepared for, and joohyun seemed to know it too by the look in her eyes as she observed her from below.

seulgi came with a pitched cry, feeling herself erupt into the warm, appreciative mouth of her lover, thighs shaking as she held onto the older woman. she could visualize it; her hot spurts of cum spreading all over joohyun’s throat as the older woman swallowed down everything seulgi had to give.

just as quickly as she started and got seulgi going, joohyun pulled out and stopped, panting as she stood back up and placed her lips upon the taller woman’s own. 

“bath time.” 

despite the obvious rush of lust that overcame her, joohyun’s tone was cheeky and playful; her gaze was heated yet loving, and it kind of drove seulgi mad with her own feelings, reciprocating them effortlessly. everything that happened to involve joohyun felt a little like that for seulgi, elegantly natural and innate.

seulgi let out a shaky breath as she walked towards the tub, joohyun’s hand on her waist. she could tell joohyun wore a smug smile even though she was the one walking around naked while sporting an impressive boner.

the marble was cold when seulgi leaned against it. “how do you want your gift, birthday girl?”

joohyun chuckled and gave her seulgi’s butt a pat, earning a soft yelp from the taller woman since she wasn’t expecting it. “let me touch and massage you.”

“in the bath?”

the older woman kissed her lips before smiling and ushering her into the bathtub, palming her erect dick that seulgi hadn’t been able to pay attention to beyond a kiss. when she tried reaching for her, joohyun only tutted and stepped back, giving her a look. fine, then.

seulgi draped her front over the side that led out to the window, grabbed some of the pillows on the hammock while she was at it. the water in the bath slowly rose, warming them up, and seulgi felt her body relax when joohyun kneeled right behind her. 

she could feel the older woman’s length poke her thigh from time to time, but her immediate attention was on her lover’s hands roaming all over her back, loosening up her muscles. her member received no attention, but seulgi felt herself harden anyway; joohyun’s touch simply set her ablaze, electrifying her.

joohyun went on for a few minutes— until seulgi felt the water climb up and reach the middle of her thighs— before turning around to close the tap.

“are you cold?”

seulgi shivered at the deep tone. joohyun’s voice was laced with lust. the contrast between the warmth of her legs and the chill of her torso against the cool surface she was on made her conscious of the temperature of her surroundings. 

and she needed to warm up.

“a little.”

she gasped when a handful of warm water splashed over her cold skin, then joohyun’s hands were on her again, spreading it and kneading into her once more. seulgi found herself getting lost in it all, in the intermittent feeling of her back suddenly warming, in joohyun pushing knuckles down to work out the kinks in her muscles, in seulgi’s favourite dick rubbing on the back of her thighs.

then joohyun pushed her forward so seulgi’s hips were higher on the ledge, slipping her shaft between the younger woman’s legs until the tips of their cocks met.

“unnie!” seulgi cried, back arching to chase after the sensation, but joohyun held her down. it was almost too much, seulgi was worked up so easily, and feeling her member press along the side of the tub sent her higher. 

she could feel herself moaning and whining but couldn’t hear it, too hypnotized by the touch of joohyun’s fingers as they slowly trailed downwards. she grunted when joohyun rubbed her fingertips on the crown of seulgi’s cock, teasing her. no—but yes—but— 

“inside, inside,” seulgi begged deliriously, rocking back into joohyun, barely aware of everything that wasn’t the older woman behind her. there were sounds that she could hear that she couldn't bother to make sense of.

the slide of a bottle on the marble. a click of its cap opening. the squelch of its contents being slathered onto joohyun’s shaft.

but she did feel the cold gel spreading all over her crack.

joohyun palmed her ass cheeks open and eased in, stinging seulgi’s rim with the familiar stretch caused by her girth. joohyun moved slowly; it was seulgi rolling her hips back to meet her that was hurried.

“easy, baby,” joohyun grunted. “you shouldn’t take me all at once.”

seulgi released a guttural moan when joohyun angled her pelvis, hitting different spots within her. it was maddening, the drag of joohyun’s dick within her, her ass being slapped by joohyun’s hips, joohyun’s hands on her, joohyun’s smell, joohyun, joohyun—

she couldn’t feel the ache on her own hips and upper body against the hard surface, couldn’t even tell that her mouth was open and releasing the most sinful of groans. all she felt was joohyun leaning forward to kiss her back, hovering over her, grunting and groaning above her.

joohyun’s pace quickened, turning brutal. their sexes met hastily, almost clumsily, and seulgi felt her groans come out stammered. even her gasps were pushed out of her by the force of joohyun humping her, slowing down at random intervals before speeding back up.

“joohyun—j-joohyun—un-nie,” seulgi stammered out, speech coming out broken from the strength of the woman pistoning in and out of her. “fuck, just—like that, y-yes, yes, oh—god.”

“seul, fuck,” joohyun groaned from behind her, her unforgiving pace starting up again. “I’m so close, baby, you drive me crazy.”

seulgi screamed when the older woman pulled back, paused, and then slammed into her. something within her woke up; all of a sudden the coil in her gut was palpable, almost tangible, and her peak was within easy reach if joohyun kept doing that. “there! right there!”

joohyun carded her fingers through seulgi’s hair and held on tightly but not roughly. “that’s my girl. are you close?”

seulgi quickly nodded, and before she could answer verbally, she felt the tension in her gut give way and snap. it sparked the release of euphoria throughout her body, from her toes to the tips of her fingers. her cock twitched as she blew another load, straight into the bath water between her legs, probably also getting some on the wall of the tub. 

seulgi let out a whine, gyrating her hips as much as she could in her position, hoping her actions could speak for her instead, brain still trying to catch up and form words she could utter. keep going.

joohyun understood her perfectly.

the older woman resumed her pace, not as harsh nor even angled the same way she was earlier. seulgi hummed through it, this time able to listen to joohyun’s moans of pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum,” joohyun grunted, crumpling her form over seulgi’s as she twitched inside her.

beneath her, against the marble and facing the open window that looked out towards the sea, seulgi received joohyun’s cum that came in large waves and flooded deep within her. seulgi felt joohyun’s body on top of her convulse and tighten up before relaxing only to repeat the cycle, the older woman blowing the load she had held within her as seulgi came twice.

eventually, joohyun was relaxed and recuperated enough to ease out of her, causing seulgi to bite back a whine at the loss.

they both sat back in the water, seulgi one one side as joohyun made to follow her, sitting in front as the little spoon in their cocoon of warmth. “you’re alright?” joohyun asked, turning to look at seulgi over her shoulder.

seulgi only smiled. joohyun was so cute, worried over her after a sensual session. instead of answering her, seulgi only planted a kiss on the smaller woman’s back. “you’re so cute.”

“seulgi.” she could hear the frown on joohyun’s face.

what a worrywart. “unnie, I’m fine. you act like this is our first time fucking. we even had sex on the beach.” 

joohyun flushed so hard it turns even her back red. “it’s—we’ve never done it in a bathtub before. if I was even just a bit too rough—”

“you weren’t, I promise,” seulgi reassured her, wrapping her arms around the smaller woman as joohyun leaned back into her. “you were perfect. as per usual. I thought you’d take me to the bed as soon as we got back.”

she felt joohyun bristle in her hold. “not happening. not with sand all over you. and it looks like we have to take another shower anyway,” she deadpanned, and seulgi watched her grab a handful of water to clean the side of the tub seulgi blew her load on.

“and whose fault is that?” seulgi teased. “who was so hot, fucking me so well, that I couldn’t even say I was about to cum? I just burst and made a mess and now got us both dirty.”

joohyun sighed. “mine.”

“unnie.”

the older woman hummed in askance, caressing seulgi’s legs beneath the water.

“did you like it? your birthday gift?”

seulgi let the other woman break away and out of her arms. joohyun only turned around and faced her; the woman’s hair was still wet and her body was glistening from the moisture of the water dripping off her. the light that came in through the window and sparkled against her skin made her look magical.

joohyun tilted her head, smirking as she leaned closer and delivered quick pecks on seulgi’s lips with her own, whispering through a smile. “but my birthday isn’t over yet, is it?”

#seulrene #gp!seulgi #gp!irene

[lightsburnbrite]

Things We Do for Love: Part 6

Third part to Such a Thrill and The Devil is in the Details

Karina smiled as she sat on the sofa. They had decided on a 'supernatural/horror drama' series on Netflix and settled on the sofa once they'd finished dinner. Leon lay stretched out with his head in Karina's lap, completely content as she ran her fingers through his hair, gently grazing his scalp with her finger nails. 

When the credits began to roll on the third episode, Leon stirred. "It's getting kinda late."

"Bedtime?" Karina felt herself melt when Leon looked up at her.

He nodded and eventually moved off of her, offering a hand to help Karina stand as well. She surprised herself when she left out a yawn. "Babe, I'll be right in, I just want to get my meds ready for the morning."

Leon let out a small grunt of acknowledgement as he made his way towards the bedroom. He was in the middle of undressing when Karina walked in. She found herself stealing glances at him over her shoulder, staring at his back muscles as he moved. "Could you unhook me?"

"Hmm?" Leon turned around and approached Karina. "What'd you say?"

Karina smiled. "Could you unhook my bra for me?"

Leon nodded, workmanlike, and looked at her back, puzzled when he only saw a smooth band of fabric across her back. "But…?"

"The clasp is in the front." Karina gave a hopeful little smile as she turned to face him.

Biting his lip, Leon returned her smile before pulling Karina in for a kiss. He let his hands wander until they met the clasp which he effortlessly slid open. Karina wiggled out of her bra, throwing it over Leon's shoulder, before she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him again.

"You sure about this?" Leon took a half step back to gauge her reaction. Karina nodded and then slipped out of her pants as if to emphasize her response. Moving his attention back to her neck, Leon kissed down along her collar bone as he gently nudged her closer to the bed. As soon as Karina felt the backs of her legs touch the bed, she moved her hands to the waistband of his underwear. Hooking her fingers on the elastic, she tugged just enough that his semi sprang free and sank to her knees.

"Can we please just-" He inhaled sharply, encouraging Karina to stand back up. "Maus, I need you so much." 

Leon gave Karina a gentle nudge so that she sat down on the bed. Karina pushed herself closer towards the middle and lifted her hips to help Leon as he slipped her underwear off. Leon had thoughts of what it would be like when he was finally able to be with Karina again. He'd imagined long and drawn out, sensual sex but in the moment, he found he couldn't hold back. He entered Karina brusquely prompting a surprised but not unhappy cry from her. Arms stretched out above her head, Karina reached for anything she could use to stead herself as Leon gripped her hips, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh. 

"Y'ok?" Leon spoke in-between breaths, concerned that he was being too rough with her.

Arching her back, Karina wrapped her leg over Leon's hip. "Don't you dare stop." 

Leon smirked as he pulled out and sat back.

"What the fuck?" Karina sat up and glared at him until she realized that he was being cheeky. She pushed his shoulder and he allowed himself to fall back. As soon as his shoulders hit the mattress, Karina sat astride him, grinding her hips against him as she rested her hands on his shoulders.

"Fuck, Maus." Leon groaned as he felt himself release. "Damn."

  Karina leaned forward so that she was laying directly on top of him and rested her head on his chest for a moment. Eventually, she moved off to his side and laid out on her back, eyes trained on the ceiling.

Leon took his finger and traced over the words that adorned the skin right below the curve of her left breast. Saecula Saeculorum "What's this mean?"

"It's latin," Karina yawned. "Literally translated it says unto the ages of ages, but it's basically the concept of eternity."

He turned his attention to her neck, speaking in between his love bites. "What's it for?"

"A song I like." Karina closed her eyes and began running her fingers through his hair again.

Leon shifted himself so that he was closer to Karina, draping his leg over hers, and continued to suckle and nip at Karina's neck. A few whimpers escaped her lips as she stroked the back of his head. A sense of drowsiness overcame her and she knew she'd need to get up before she fell asleep.

"Leon?" Karina surprised herself with how small her voice sounded.

"Hmm?" Leon stopped only to kiss her.

Karina squirmed a bit but didn't really want to break away from him. "Babe, I need to pee."

"Fine." Leon feigned a frustrated groan as he separated from her completely.

Karina took the opportunity to clean herself up and get ready for bed while she was alone in the bathroom. She was in the middle of washing her face when Leon walked in to use the toilet as well. He found it slightly odd that Karina seemed to be attempting to shield her nakedness from him despite this being a regular nighttime ritual since before they were married. 

Walking up behind her, Leon let his hands graze along Karina's sides before encircling her waist. He kissed her cheek before resting his chin on her shoulder. "You're beautiful, Maus. Don't try to convince yourself otherwise."

Rolling her eyes, Karina turned the faucet off and slipped out of his grasp. "Not really how I feel, especially standing next to you."

Leon followed Karina back to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed after pulling a pair of underwear from the drawer. "Listen, I have found you attractive since I started noticing girls, but we won't tell your brother that."

"Have you talked to him about us?" Karina climbed into bed and moved behind him, rubbing his shoulders. "Does he know I'm here?"

Letting his shoulders drop, Leon shook his head. "I've been focused on figuring out where we're at first. I don't think I could bear telling everyone that you've come home but that you want nothing to do with me."

Karina wanted to say that it didn't surprise her at all, she even had a snarky little jab lined up as well, but she thought better of it. "Do you think he actually wants to see me or do you think he agrees with my parents."

"Honestly," Leon sighed as he turned to face Karina, getting himself settled in bed in the process. "I don't know. He's been pretty quick to shut me down whenever I tried to talk about you and he really encouraged me to move on when you left."

"Oh." Karina let out a little sigh as she nestled herself against Leon's side.

Leon draped his arm around Karina, letting his head rest against hers. "Listen, we've already talked about what would happen if Marius can't deal with our relationship, our marriage."

"I'm not worried that you'd let Marius come between us. For the longest time, I would check my phone everyday just to make sure I hadn't missed their call or something. I just don't understand how they can just decide to stop loving me. I'm trying really hard not to let that creep into the rest of my life but I feel like I'm always going to have this little voice that reminds me that I don't deserve to be loved." Although she had said this to Dr. Kattan, this was the first time Karina had told Leon about her perceived inadequacies and it was cathartic to finally put it out there. 

Leon gave her a squeeze. "And that's why you will always have my voice reminding you that I love you more than anything else in this world."

"I've missed you so much," Her voice quivered. "I'm so sorry for leaving you, Leon."

By now he was lightly grazing his fingertips along her arm. "I forgive you, Maus. Even if you decided that you were happier apart, I'd forgive you."

The next time Karina opened her eyes, she could see the sunlight streaming in the terrace windows. After blinking a few times, she let out a little laugh at actually sleeping through the night. Karina was tempted to stay in bed a bit longer but Leon was already up and she could hear him talking to someone and soon her curiosity got the better of her. Before she left the bedroom, the little black velvet box monogramed with KLM on the dresser caught her eye. 

Karina smiled when the light hit the pear shaped diamond flanked by smaller bead set ones that matched her v shaped wedding band. She slipped both on her finger, the two bands nesting in one another, and held her hand out in front of her to admire the setting. Leon had picked her engagement ring out and surprised her with it one night when they had gone to spend the weekend at the big house. It was late summer, almost autumn, and there happened to be a full moon so they could walk around the grounds after dinner. Leon waited until Karina was distracted and then he gave Elsa a little gift bag to hold in her mouth. As soon as Karina opened the box, Leon just smiled and raised an eyebrow. Karina simply wrapped her arms around his neck and then let him place the ring on her finger.

Wandering into the kitchen, Karina soon realized that Leon was talking to Elsa and Ember as he was getting their food ready.

"And what can I get Madam for breakfast this morning? Poached eggs on avocado toast? Perhaps a nice green smoothie?" Ember let out a little whine as she shifted her weight back and forth between her front feet, waiting for Leon to put her bowl down. "Ah yes, the kibble. An excellent choice."

Karina leaned against the doorway and smiled. "I hope the girls are being polite conversationalists."

"Maus." Leon smiled and held out his arm, welcoming Karina into an embrace. "Sorry I didn't wake you up, but…I know you haven't been sleeping well lately."

Closing her eyes, she breathed in his scent and smiled. "It's fine. Last night was the first time I actually slept through the night in, I guess since I left."

"Hmm. I wonder what was different about last night…" Leon smirked as he gave her backside a squeeze.

Karina giggled as she nestled herself in closer. "Ok, ok, I see your point. Have you made coffee yet?"

"Working on it." He took hold of Karina's hand as she stepped away but held on to it. "You're wearing your ring again?"

With a shrug, Karina playfully downplayed it. "Well, you did leave it out."

"I'm glad you didn't think I was being pushy." Leon pulled her in for a kiss. "I was looking at it the other night and forgot to put it away."

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Karina leaned into Leon and sighed. "Do you really think we can go back to normal?"

"I think…we'll be better than normal." He squeezed her waist. "Even if you decide to dismiss the divorce I think it would be a good idea to keep seeing Dr. Kattan so we can make sure we're communicating."

Karina closed her eyes and smiled. "I've already told my lawyer to dismiss it. I've felt so content these past few days and I know it's because of you. I know I've got my issues but I'm so grateful that you're willing to stick it out with me."

Leon didn't initially respond but he squeezed her a little tighter and rested his head against hers. "I love being your husband, Mausi."

#football fanfiction #leon goretzka #things we do for love

[arknights-imagines]

We have prompts and imagines with established relationships. But what about the step towards it? Do you think you could write something with Executor x Doctor? A confession a long the lines like that?

Hi anon! Another Exe request bsjsbs yes tysm keep them coming lolol 🤣🥺 anywho, I tried my best with this, so I hope you enjoy ✨

Oh, and now that CoB is over, I'll be back to working on requests as normal! 🥺 Tysm 🍡

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The Step Toward

Imagine format; From the perspective of the Operator

Contains: Executor, Gender neutral Doctor, Executor confessing to the Doctor, mushiness in general sbjshs 🥺

Word count: just about 1.6k!

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Love. An odd concept to Executor, perhaps the oddest concept he had been presented with yet. Yes, a concept - he never truly described it as a real feeling, after all, he had never felt it himself. He was aware people felt it, however; he had seen it changing the way people acted in his years of work. But like many things others around him did or felt, he never understood why such an intense feeling would arise.

That was precisely why Executor couldn't place his finger on the way the Doctor made him feel. They had met on business terms, as was expected. Because of his contract, he worked closely with them on many occasions. A professional relationship with no personal ties; that's what it was supposed to be. However, as time went on, Executor no longer saw the Doctor in his usual, mechanical worldview.

They never treated him any different for the way he lived or did things. The Doctor was warm to the Sankta, and he found himself being warm in return, even if it wasn't his intention. Executor wasn't a person who was associated with warmth attachment, in fact, he was quite the opposite. The Doctor, they were an exception.

"Executor?" Snapping from his thoughts, the Sankta blinked, looking up to meet the Doctor's concerned eyes, "You spaced out, are you okay?" Their voice was sincere, it always was. Executor inhaled discreetly, "I apologize, I am admittedly feeling different than usual today. Do not worry, I may just require some rest." He lied, though he wasn't entirely sure what he would've said if he had replied with honesty. Executor found it hard to concentrate when they were near - as a matter of fact, he found it difficult to focus even when thinking of them, and rest surely wouldn't solve that.

The Doctor nodded, offering a small smile, "I see, well, in that case, that's it for today. We can talk more tomorrow." Closing their files, they waved at him as they turned to leave, "Good night, Executor."

It took him a moment to reply, "Rest well, Doctor." As the Sankta watched them leave, he felt every cell of his body look forward to when he'd be able to see them again.

Love; was this it? Did Executor love the Doctor? Logically, he supposed - that made sense, but love wasn't logical at all, and the Sankta had begun to understand that. In any case, he couldn't place what he felt toward the Doctor, nor did he know how to act on it. Falling in love was the easy part; confessing what he felt was much harder.

Keeping it under wraps - Executor had considered that. But no matter how hard he tried ignoring it, the Doctor always occupied his thoughts, as if they were sat upon a shelf in his mind all hours of the day. With pretending his feelings didn't exist ruled out as a reasonable option, the only other course of action was to confess his feelings to the Doctor directly.

That was much easier said than done; what Executor felt was by no means a professional matter, and no matter the Doctor's reaction, his contract with Rhodes Island would be put in jeopardy. Still, with every passing day the Sankta slowly grew more urgent. As much as he tried to suppress it, the intense warming feeling they caused had begun to interfere with their conversations and discussions on missions; he found it unprofessional to keep apologizing for 'spacing out' or 'being tired'. It wasn't right to lie to them, even if his feelings were difficult for him, himself to fathom.

"Doctor." The calm tone of his voice didn't at all reflect the feeling that overcame him. From their spot at their desk, the Doctor turned their gaze toward Executor at the sound of his voice, "Yes, Executor?"

The Sankta stood from his smaller desk nearby, stretching his arms over his head for a moment, "I have completed the paperwork for today." Taking the thin stack of paper in his hand, the Sniper operator stepped toward the Doctor's desk, holding it out to them, "If I made any errors, please return the papers to me and allow me to fix them."

The Doctor smiled softly, taking the papers with a small 'thank you'. The Sankta pulled his hand back, trying to ignore the lingering tingle where their fingertips had brushed against his. He watched as they stood while yawning just a little, "It's almost midnight, Executor. Thank you for helping me, but you don't have to stay, you can leave for today." Executor shook his head lightly; if it was anyone else, he would've taken his leave. After all, he did of course have other things to attend to. But around the Doctor, his heart seemed to be controlling his actions for what seemed to be the first time in a long time.

"I will leave once you are completed your work for today. I apologize for assuming, but if I leave you alone now I think you will continue working into tomorrow morning." He followed them as they headed toward the window in their office nearby, "I cannot allow that, Doctor. Rest is required." They smiled a little sheepishly, "I see. Thank you for looking after me, I won't make you leave if you want to stay." The Doctor shifted to sit on the window cell at the bottom of the glass window, motioning for Executor to sit as well, "Here, you can sit. I'm just taking a small break from working."

The Sankta blinked for a moment before speaking in his usual steady tone, "If you insist." Giving them a second to adjust the position of their legs to give him space, Executor sat upon the window cell beside them, back leaning against the window frame.

The Sankta was quiet, one of his arms rested atop his propped up leg and his eyes focusing on the glass of the window; he only blinked and returned to reality when the Doctor leaned over and tapped his shoulder, their concerned eyes fixed on him. "Is there something on your mind?"

Executor stilled for a moment; or course there was, it was them. The longer the Doctor stared, the more intense the urge to touch and hold them was, the more intense the warming feeling in his stomach grew. Swallowing, the Sankta turned his gaze to them, his eyes less colder, "Doctor, I have something I think I should confess." His words left him quicker than usual, and the Doctor quirked a brow, "What is it?"

He wanted to be direct with them, but how could one be direct about feelings like the ones he felt? The words that wanted to leave him were unplanned and from his heart.

Executor let out a breath, before speaking in a tone that carried an odd edge of hesitance, "I am used to being seen and treated as an anomaly; others do not understand me, and I do not wish to understand them." The Doctor listened to his words intently, eyes staying on his own, "I do not feel the same way toward you. As a matter of fact, I do not see you in the same manner I do others. Doctor, being in your company is very interesting to me. I have desires around you that I have never had around any other person."

The Sankta watched as their lips fell agape, "I do not understand what this feeling is, but I understand it enough to be able to know this;" Executor paused, his eyes softening completely and his heartbeat growing faster, "Doctor, I wish to explore this feeling with you. If you do not reciprocate my feelings, that is fine. I am well aware that by my side may not be the most comfortable place for you. But if it's possible, please allow me to explore what I feel with you."

By the time Executor had finished speaking, his chest felt full of more emotion than he had ever experienced. The Doctor stared at him in silence for a second, before their face broke into a smile, "Executor, I feel the same. I want to be with you as well - I mean that." They seemed a little speechless, but the Sankta almost became at a loss for words too upon hearing their answer.

"Doctor, are you certain?" They nodded adamantly, smiling still as they leaned toward him, "Very, Executor. I think this is the most sure I've been of anything." The Sniper operator felt the tension leave his body, and a wave of relief and contentment replace it, As they leaned closer, a small mumble left his lips, "Doctor…" He tilted his head to the side slightly, his face centimeters away from their own.

The Doctor was silent for a few moments, "Executor?" They sounded breathless, their arms moving around his shoulders, "Can...I kiss you?" The Sankta felt his heart pound in his chest, his breath hitching for just a moment. Allowing them closer, he rested his fingertips on their cheek, inhaling before finally giving them a reply, "….yes."

They didn't waste a second; when their lips pressed to his own, the feeling like he was floating overcame him. Even if the Doctor had kissed him softly, the sensation in his chest was intense, yet put him at ease. Pulling back, the Sankta took a moment before he breathed out, "Doctor, thank you."

Wordlessly, they smiled, the happiness on their face almost tangible. With them so close and looking so unbelievably happy, Executor couldn't help but allow a miniscule grin to come to his own lips as well.

Executor was ready to take this path with them; he would put the Doctor before the mission, if need be. It didn't matter what he had to do, so long as he could continue to return to their side and explore the warm, intense feeling they caused him to feel for the rest of his lifetime.

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NHS/LXC | First Kiss | Modern AU

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Xichen felt like crap. He had gotten his heart broken - yet again - and it like always was his very own fault.

This tragic chain had started early for him.. Despite the harsh way he got raised by his uncle together with Wangji while their parents were abroad.. He had always been nice, kind, patient.. too much of the above.

Somehow it had turned into a standard that he would treat everyone too well, too similarly.. to the point where those he liked more than it seemed either never realized he wanted more or if they gasped and were like:

“Really? But, you treat me the same as everyone else?!”

Some even went as far as to say - at times more and less nicely - that they couldn’t imagine being in a relationship with someone that nice, claiming to doubt themselves too much for that.

It was truly a bittersweet irony that everyone always came to him - the sweet guy with broad shoulders to lean and cry their hearts out on.. but that at the end no matter how bad of a guy his love interest had fallen for, no matter how often they claimed that he would be perfect for them and everything one could dream of.. at the end he was always too soft, too gentle, not bad boy enough.

It was only minimally different this time. Almost a year had passed since he first met the newbie that had began to work at his best friends weaponry company.

Xichen began to feel some tiny bits for Meng Yao, yet he noticed from the first second on that Mingjue had long since developed feelings for Yao as well.. just that neither Yao nor Mingjue were aware of that. Aware of why Mingjue got so upset whenever Yao didn't come to him when someone was bullying him, or for whichever other all day everyday reason.

Now, on Friday, just a few hours ago.. He had gotten a call from a frantic Mingjue saying that something had happened.. The something Xichen had known and hoped would happen, which didn't help his pain at all. It only made him feel more guilty for.. feeling heartbroken about the fact that Mingjue and Yao had.. had..

He had recalled the words Mingjue had said so often since then but, right now as he sat on his couch, Xichen still couldn't help but sob into the pillow. The area around him was a mess, drenched tissues lying around everywhere, all kinds of sweets and desserts in between of the mess. He had even tried drinking already but if he'd have another glass, which would tick him into his crazy drunken outbursts,.. Rather not, not now where everything was raw and fresh still.

Xichen spend another while sobbing into his pillow before letting out a last choked noise and getting up from the couch. He knew he looked miserable, but staying home alone sounded like the worst option and.. all he could do was go out, a bar, club, whatever.. after all he couldn’t go to his best friend, Mingjue, for obvious reasons.

However, just as he walked past his apartments entrance door his bell went off.. It was a melody he had recorded himself, after all he had majored in music and it was a equally as calming as welcoming little tune.

Wiping his face with his sleeve Xichen then went to the door, opening it while clearing his throat. Shock overcame him when Huaisang let himself in, the younger one turned and stared at him wide eyed with both shock and worry visible.

,,Huang-Ge, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

,,I’m not.”

Xichen couldn’t blame the quite a few inches smaller one for giving him a look, his voice sounded hoarse and rough - typical result of crying for extended periods of time on and off. Regardless, Xichen put up a facade, smiling like he always did - speaking in the distorted version of his usual tone.

,,What leads you here, A-Sang?”

,,You say you’re fine, a second before you admit that you’ve forgotten we were supposed to meet today to paint?”

Crap, he had totally forgotten about that.

,,I’m sorry, I totally misplaced the memory of that..”

,,Go, get yourself under the shower and dress yourself up.”

Huaisang and he weren’t as good friends as Xichen and Mingjue.. yet they both favoured art, so they had bonded over that and it was.. strangely relaxing that Huaisang usually tried to stay out of anyone else's business.. but it was so like the younger one to push for proper attire and to get the other to make himself look better - Huaisang and his affinity towards the outer appearance were really something.

Not that Xichen minded it, he only nodded and left to head to the bathroom after giving his mess of a living room a last awkward glance.

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To Xichens surprise when he came back, without feeling all that much better, Huaisang had already cleaned up the living room and prepared their painting equipment. For a while the taller one of them felt like maybe that would help.. just acting as if nothing happened, going straight back to normal.

And so the time moved on, they both sat down.. but even after half an hour, that turned into 45 minutes and lastly an hour.. the only one to ever make a stroke with his brush was Huaisang who - without Xichen taking note of it - glanced at the other here and there.

,,Huan-Ge,.. What happened?"

Xichen flinched so badly despite his friend speaking up calmly and in a - for Huaisang's standards - low tone of voice that he dropped the brush he had held in his hand while staring blankly at the canvas in front of him. As he looked over, however, Huaisang didn't once look at him, only kept painting and waiting for a reply Xichen couldn't.. didn't want to give.

,,It's nothing."

,,You forgot we were supposed to meet, you cried.. you didn't make a single stroke with your brush and apart from that you're wearing those clothes."

,,Those clothes? What's wrong with my clothes?"

Huaisang's motions came to a hold, only so that he could roll his eyes before letting out a heavy breath and placing his brush down.

,,Technically nothing, if someone hasn't known you for long. Since I do, the oversized fluffy sweater and the sweatpants without you even bothering to make sure they won’t get dirty.. combining with you not painting a single dot..”

,,Oh..”

That was all Xichen could come up with - and honestly it made him feel somewhat retarded.. It just wasn’t like his best friends younger brother to be so.. pushy? Was that even the right word?

,,It’s not the first time you behaved that way either.. If I’m correct it happens at least once a year where you suddenly wear dark clothes like A-Ying possessed you.”

The realisation hit so hard and left such a bad taste in the taller ones mouth that he couldn’t even huff out some sort of an amused sound. Xichen just sat there, silently staring down at his brush as once again the phone call with Mingjue replayed in his head.. it took only seconds before his sight, as hard as he tried to hold himself together, went blurry and his hands began to shake.

,,A-Jue.. He called me earlier.. within the next few hours he and A-Yao will be official. I’m happy for them, it’s just..”

Within a second Xichen rose from his chair, wiping his face with his sleeve as he cleared his throat and tried to force what was about to run out of his nose back up. He was a mess and god how he hated that he was so sensitive, that he felt everything so deeply.

,,It’s my fault, if I would just learn from the things I’ve experienced and seen over the years.. If I wouldn’t..”

Huaisang watched in silence how his art friend tried to pack his supplies back into his bag as he talked in between of pauses to likely cover up sobs - not that Xichen’s voice didn’t already give it all away, or how badly he failed at “cleaning up” with half the stuff landing on the floor.

,,Huan-Ge..”

Huaisang didn’t get a reaction, the only thing that happened was that Xichen’s behaviour seemed to grow even more erratic and hopeless.

,,Huan-Ge, you should sit down. You are going to collapse if you keep going like that.”

Again, no reaction.

,,A-Sang, what?!”

The older one blurted out as the next thing he knew was that Huaisang had pushed him to sit on the couch - which wasn’t a hard thing to do, keeping in mind how wobbly Xichen was on his feet. What was more irritating and left Xichen frozen in place, however, was that his oldest friends younger brother sat down on him.. a leg on each side of his, facing him with a weirdly threatening expression - or at least a bit of a “try it” glare.

,,A-Jue is going to kill me.. us.. No, me - definitely me, so please.. get off.”

Huasaing chuckled as he reached up to put the tip of his index finger under the others chin - It was the first time Xichen got to see that side of the younger one.. one where he didn’t act like an art loving, soft and easily scared fool.. one where Xichen felt himself swallow, unable to not take note of the fact that Huaisang just like him, wasn’t a child at all anymore. To his horror, how he felt must’ve been noticeable enough to cause a dark yet dangerously seductive, smug smirk to appear on the smaller males lips.

,,I told you to sit down, Huan-Ge.. If you aren’t going to listen, then I have to force you for your own sake, don’t I?~”

,,A-Sang, that’s not funny.”

,,I’m not trying to be entertaining. We are both adults that are going through things and if we’re already going to do something we will regret..~”

Xichen, so far, hadn’t had many of “those” moments in life. The moments a countless amount of men always try to use as an excuse “I don’t know what happened - I didn’t want it but my body just..” and anything similar to that.. but right now, as Huaisang’s tone kept getting more and more luring while their faces seemed to be naturally pulled closer.. after getting dumped or simply ignored for years on end..

||Mingjue is going to kill me.. I’m dead..||

The older one thought as he lifted his hand to place it on Huaisangs nape as both their hearts were thumping away in their chests because of adrenaline, fueled by anticipation, loneliness and more.

At the end, with a last hard to read flicker appearing in Huaisangs eyes, Xichen then felt their lips collide - from start, finish, to end.. It was the smaller male that led and oh.. how surprising it was how Huaisang could act, behave.. how he felt, sounded..

It was strange for a while, for both of them.. like a forbidden fruit they should’ve never dared to pick, yet they did and it was equally as sweet as rough. Their hands soon began to wander, and not long into the kiss as Xichen pulled the smaller male closer by the ass their tongues also began to dance alongside one another’s.

It wasn’t love - It wasn’t lust either what brought them together. Xichen didn’t even know what “situation” Huaisang was going through.. despite that though, the ending could be different.. maybe it wouldn’t be, who knew? But one thing was for certain, they found the comfort in one another that they were missing right then and there in their lives and probably.. maybe, all of this had been inevitable and meant to be since a long time.

It wasn’t even the best of kisses, from neither side.. but with each it went better, more heated and deep.. And the art they created throughout the night on the older ones sheets was messy, likely an unforgivable sin.. but heavens was it good to feel alive.

And god, how overtaken by Huaisang’s aura and skills Xichen was from start to finish.. while Huaisang bathed in the feeling of being treated like the finest, most expensive and stunning pieces of Jade.

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Part 2

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On the Edge

Rating: M

Words: 1870

Pairing: Kristanna ofc

Prompt: Turnabout is fair play (day 3 woohoooo)

Verse: Canonverse (between Frozen 1 and Frozen 2)

Kristoff’s late and Anna’s impatient. Good thing she knows exactly how to punish him… 

Two hours. Two entire hours late. Kristoff had promised Anna that he would return from his ice harvesting trip promptly at ten, perfectly in time for a late breakfast with his girlfriend and his girlfriend’s sister, and perhaps even a snowman. But no. Kristoff hadn’t arrived until noon. And Anna had grown tired of touching herself over these last two weeks. She needed some big, strong, rough ice man hands to fondle her all over and bring her to her tipping point.

 But he had been late. And Anna considered herself extremely impatient…

 So late that night, after everyone else in the castle had retired for the evening, Anna gathered up some rope and picked out a sturdy shawl to play out her fantasy.

 Anna held both items close to her chest, creeping down the hall slowly, focused heavily on trying to both remember and avoid the wooden beams that would creak under her feet. Her heart pounded within her chest. This was risky, of course. She was always nervous about getting caught. But then again, Anna had never given a damn about propriety. So what was there to lose?

Plus… something about the risk made it that much hotter. Her heart beat faster at the thought, pressure already building between her legs.

 She saw Kristoff’s door up ahead, intricately carved with swirls of blue, and picked up speed a bit, prancing on her tip-toes to show her man exactly how she felt about his tardiness.

 The door creaked open slowly, revealing a slightly disheveled and completely naked Kristoff sitting upright in bed. She had told him to expect her an hour ago but thought it only fair to make him wait a little bit, too.

 He grinned goofily when he saw her stride in, attempting to hide everything she held to little avail. She fumbled a bit and the rope fell to the floor.

 “Anna, let—”

 But then she stood at attention. “Ah, ah, ah. Not another peep from you tonight, ice man.” Kristoff closed his mouth quickly and pouted, bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly. He had so much he wanted to say. Anna almost shivered at his submission, cleared her throat, and pointed a bony finger at him, scolding. “How dare you keep a princess waiting?”

 He had to bite down on his bottom lip, hard, to avoid speaking.

 “I think…” Anna had successfully retrieved the rope and walked up to him with all the purpose in the world, swaying her hips seductively in his direction. She set the shawl on his end table and took the rope in both her hands. “I need to punish you.”

 Kristoff gulped, staring at Anna with wide eyes. Eager. Oh so eager.

 “I need to... show you who’s boss.”

 He nodded his head then, probably way too enthusiastically. But he was excited, to say the least. His cock growing harder by the second.

 Anna took the rope and tied it around his hands and then his ankles, eventually making a show of tying each separate limb to their closest bed post, pulling tightly on the knots until he laid completely spread eagle out on the bed in front of her. Licking her lips in delight, Anna sauntered to the bedside table, grabbing hold of the shawl and wrapping it around Kristoff’s eyes as a makeshift blindfold.

 He whimpered.

 “What did I say, ice man?” Anna almost burst out into a fit of giggles. “Not another sound from you tonight.” Her right hand made contact with his upper thigh, slapping him forcefully but not quite forcefully enough to leave any kind of mark. Kristoff arched his back and let out a sigh. Anna decided to let that noise slide.

 “Let’s get started. Shall we?” Inhaling sharply, Anna dropped her robe to the floor and peeled off her bloomers, instantly feeling more aroused now that she was naked.

 She climbed on top of him, straddling his right leg and leaning forward to kiss him gently on his inner thighs, nipping occasionally, sucking occasionally, feeling Kristoff trembling beneath her as her mouth got closer and closer to his cock. Soon, she overtook him, her mouth sucking at the head, swirling her tongue around his entire length.

 Kristoff’s breaths grew ragged.

 Her mouth overcame him fully and she started bobbing up and down, connecting her hand to her mouth for added traction, rubbing her tongue sideways and around, feeling herself getting slicker and sloppier the more she sucked. She had started grinding into his thigh, slamming her clit repeatedly against his taut skin, panting.

 Kristoff’s hands balled into fists, not knowing how to concentrate his shockwaves of arousal, trembling and shivering and quaking, getting more and more turned on by Anna’s repeated pounding on his leg, by her repeated sighs, by the way her mouth moved around his… 

Fuck. 

His nails dug into the skin of his palms and he clenched harder, writhing his hands to keep from crying out.

A whimper escaped his lips and Anna perked up, mouth still latched to his member as she slapped him, harder this time, on his thigh.

Clenching his hands together even tighter, he bit back a moan. Barely able to control himself. Anna had him in the palm of her hand.

He bucked into her and she grabbed hold of him, taking him deeper into her mouth, gagging slightly from his length. This new sensation made Kristoff stir, his left leg lurched, and he pulled as much as he could before the rope stopped him, digging into his ankles. The world almost shattered around him. Just thinking of how radiant Anna must look sprawled out over him combined with the friction of the restraints made his skin prickle.

His legs jerked again, smaller, sustained jolts that came with desperate gasps. 

Anna slapped him again, but this only made his shaking more intense. 

 She knew this meant that Kristoff was close. So she released him, taking both balls in her hand and pulling them down firmly, hoping to stop him from letting go.

 She waited there, still grinding herself on his thigh, still panting, still moaning, for what felt like a lifetime for Kristoff. He was ready to plead, subject himself to as many slaps as she had for him, so he could say his peace and beg for her to give him exactly what he needed. But then she slid her left hand up and down his shaft, already slick with her own saliva.

 His whole body quivered, and he cried out, on the brink again.

 Anna bit her lip. Stopping instantly. Letting his heavy cock fall back onto his body.

“Anna!” He howled, all of these sensations far too intense for him to keep quiet.

“Kristoff,” she mewled. “What did I say?” Anna brought her hand to his thigh with much more force this time, seeing his skin instantly turning a bright crimson.

He exhaled a guttural groan and instantly shut his mouth again, tensing his jaw and rubbing his bottom lip between his teeth to distract himself. But Anna slapped him again.

“Not. Another. Sound.”

 Anna had started taking care of herself, rubbing circles on her clit, still grinding into Kristoff’s thigh, the sensation of her own fingers and Kristoff’s leg sending her close to shattering fully, wholly, completely.

 She stopped herself this time and brought attention back to Kristoff’s cock, now twisting her hand around him. Feeling some of his juices leaking out, Anna licked his precum in one sweeping motion until he grunted and bucked against her, once again jerking his legs uncontrollably, trying to pull away from the bed posts.

 Anna tugged his balls down again and crawled up to his face, cupping her hands on his cheeks and bringing her lips to his, shoving her tongue deep into his throat. Her tongue swirled around his in a passionate confirmation of her dominance. Her hands gripped around the shawl and she pushed it over his head, finally allowing him to get a good glimpse of his princess. 

She smirked at him and quickly switched her position so she sat squatting over his face. 

“Taste me,” she cooed, lowering down closer to him, close enough that he could feel her heat, close enough to flick his tongue over her clit. 

Anna had to grab on to the headboard to stabilize herself, knees just about buckling from the feel of his warm tongue. She bucked against him slightly and Kristoff pushed his tongue harder into her. 

Desire rippled through Anna as Kristoff nipped at her, knowing she needed something from him soon and almost desperately. 

She shivered before moving away from him, keeping her eyes on his as she slid down his body, planting fervent kisses all over his torso and then his thighs and finally his balls. Anna guided him back into her mouth, licking, sucking, swallowing with an unmatched fervor. Bringing him deep, deep, deep within her throat. 

Again, Kristoff quaked. Seeing Anna enjoying his taste made his legs twitch uncontrollably. He bit back another moan, digging his fingernails into his palms.

 He was close, she could tell as much. But she needed him now so she mounted him quickly, sinking herself down into him with ease, already so wet.

 Almost carnally, Kristoff tried to thrust into her but the ropes tightened around his ankles and his wrists, making Anna moan in delight at the sight of him trying to break free. He had to submit to her whims now. She was leading the charge. Not Kristoff, only Anna. That would show him for being late.

 She could feel his cock pulsating, about to shoot all of his warmth straight within her, but she stopped suddenly, sitting upright on his member, unmoving.

 Kristoff knew he wasn’t supposed to open his mouth and beg for her to grind herself into him, to finally allow him to reach his climax. But he had never in his entire existence wanted anything more than right now … at this exact second … to plead for his girlfriend to make him come undone.

But he held it together. Beads of sweat pooling at his hairline from the sheer difficulty of keeping quiet.

 Thankfully, his wish came true. Anna rolled against him, slamming her clit against his pelvis, feeling close… so close now… really, really close …

 They both crashed together, dissolving into pleasure at the exact same time. He spilled into her, quaking, jerking, groaning, convulsing to a degree never matched by any arousal he had ever experienced before. He wanted to wrap his arms around Anna and squeeze her for somehow bringing him here but his wrists burned and the thought of the ropes still tied around his hands ignited another fire within his belly. Damn. Anna was a sorceress.

 She collapsed onto his chest, giggling in ecstasy, pleased that he seemed to enjoy her dramatics. Her curious eyes locked with Kristoff’s. “So…uh—did you like that?”

 “Fuck, Anna, I—” He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “I loved that.” he said. “But you do know it’s your turn next time, huh?”

 Anna smiled and massaged her bottom lip between her teeth. Desire briefly bubbled within her. She couldn’t wait.

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Trapped - JJK Chapter 10

Summary- A beautiful stranger sneaks in. Is he here to help or cause more trouble?

Word Count- 5118

Pairing- Jungkook x reader

Warning- swearing

A/N- Sorry it’s taken me so long to get this one out! I’ve had a serious case of writers block but I overcame it and here we are! Anyway, thanks for waiting and I hope you enjoy!

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You snap your head up, instantly regretting it because of the pain that is now shooting up your neck from being bent backwards on the couch for too long.

“Oh, fuck… ow,” you whisper while massaging your neck and rotating it side to side. You squint your eyes as you look around the dark room, the only things you can see are dark outlines of the furniture. A chilled breeze blows through your hair, so you turn to look at the window which happens to be wide open.

Did someone open that yesterday? And why didn’t anyone close it? And what woke me up? I swear I heard something… Did I just snore myself awake?

You continue searching in the dark when an annoying feeling comes over you.

Damn it…

You groan and stand up, your joints cracking as you stretch your tired body. Why do I have to pee? I just want to go back to sleep and forget everything again for a while.

You blindly stumble your way out of the living room, stubbing your little toe only once on your pursuit to empty your bladder.

The cabin is far creepier in the dead of night, with the furniture casting long shadows on the floor from the tiny sliver of moonlight shining in from the part in the curtains in the kitchen. The dark outline of the fridge has goosebumps popping up on your skin and every creak from your footsteps on the old floor has you jumping.

Has it always been this spooky?

Now that you know what Will is capable of and what he’s done has your mind playing tricks on you. Especially since he’s no longer where you can keep an eye on him. Could he have broken in through the window? Is he hiding in the shadows and waiting for the chance to wack you across the head? Was that last floor creak from you or from someone sneaking up behind you?

You open the door and a loud squeak echoes through the quiet cabin. You stand there as still as a statue with your hand on the doorknob hoping the sound didn’t wake anyone up or alert the obvious killer to your whereabouts. When no one comes out of the rooms, you quickly lock yourself in the bathroom. You slump against the door trying to calm your breathing.

You need to relax. There’s no way Will got in. Haley locked the door after we threw him out, you saw her do it. And you didn’t see anyone while walking to the bathroom and you didn’t hear anything either so no one got in through the window.

Stop freaking yourself out. Just get back out there and go to sleep and when you wake up everything will be better because at least you’ll be able to see.

You finish your business and wash your hands, leaning against the sink to dry your hands on the towel.

What the hell are you supposed to do now? Will’s gone, and Adam is beaten and broken. You no longer have the quad and any hopes you had are dashed.

A soft thump sounds somewhere outside the bathroom door followed by a quiet grunt.

Oh shit, Will did come through the window and is coming to kill me! Why didn’t I shut the window before I came in here?

Ok shut up. You’re being paranoid. It could have just been one of the kids needing to use the bathroom.

You drop the towel and it lands between your feet on the floor.

Is there anything I can use in here as a weapon? … Just in case.

Your eyes land on the plunger beside the toilet. It’s not perfect but it’ll work if it is Will out there. Maybe he’ll be too grossed out by the thought of it touching him that he’ll leave you alone. You have to protect the others, so you grab the plunger and unlock the door. You take a deep breath and slowly pry the door open.

You can’t see anything or anyone in the dark hallway, ruling out the noise coming from one of the kids. You peek your head around the door to look into the living room and kitchen but from where you’re hiding, you can’t see much.

The shadows are still the same, nothing is moving, the room is still the same inky blackness as it was before. Maybe you’re ears where playing tricks on you. Maybe your paranoia and everything that’s happened has finally caught up to you and you’ve finally snapped.

Yeah, I’m probably just losing it. You smile to yourself while nodding your head. You hope that physically being positive will trick your brain into believing there’s nothing wrong and no one’s out there.

But then you hear a creak from a foot stepping on a noisy part of floor in the living room.

Your blood runs cold and your heart starts racing.

Oh god is it Will? Is he here to kill us?

You know it can’t be one of the kids because you would have heard them walk past the bathroom. The old, noisy floor would have given them away immediately.

You still can’t see anything but you know you have to protect those kids at all costs, so you slip past the door trying not to open it too wide so it’s doesn’t squeak again. You take another deep breath before walking forward.

You try to creep along the edges of the hallway to avoid the groaning spots of the floor. The cabin is so old that trying to be stealthy is near impossible. The floor whines quietly with almost every step you take. You just hope that Will is too far in his head to notice it.

You stop just before the threshold of the living room to steel your nerves. The plunger shakes in you hands and you notice for the first time that you’re shaking from head to toe. You have never been more scared than you are right now.

Are you about to walk into your death right now? Will Will keep you alive just to make you watch him kill the others who you’ve been trying so hard to keep safe?

This can’t be it. I’ve tried too hard to keep them alive. If I have to beat his six foot four, hockey player ass I will. He will not do this to us.

With your new resolve, you take a step past the line.

Immediately a hand snakes out and grabs the plunger, spinning it and you around until you are tightly pressed against someone’s chest. Mystery person’s other hand darts up to cover your mouth, muffling the scream that was bubbling up your throat.

You’re terrified but also very confused. The body holding you tight isn’t the tall and meaty body of your student. It’s smaller and leaner but with a hardness from someone who clearly works hard at the gym, which scares you even more. This is a stranger and who knows what their intent is.

Their warm breath puffs against your hair in fast spurts, his heart pounding so hard against his ribs that you can feel it on your back. It matches your own frantically beating heart.

You try to wiggle free but his hold on you is too tight. The way he’s spun you around has his arm crossed in front of you, locking your arms tightly to your chest. But you won’t stop trying until you’re free. Even if you die right now, at least you’ve died trying.

“It’s ok. I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispers in your ear, causing a shiver of fear to run down your spine.

Yeah right, then why would you sneak in here?

The deeper voice giving away that it’s a man holding you hostage and not a super buff woman like you had hoped. You thought maybe you could talk some sense into her to let you go.

“I’m sorry for scaring you but I didn’t have any other choice.”

What the hell does that mean? He was going to kill us in our sleep, but someone is after him, so he needs to do it quickly and who cares if we’re awake to do it?

You start wriggling more wildly. Maybe if you squirm enough, he’ll lose his grip on you and you can get away and hit him with the plunger that is now pressed against your shoulder. His grip around you tightens with each jerk of your body, soon making it hard for you to breath.

“The kid in the garage is planning to hurt you and I just want to help,” he whispers into your ear.

You stop trying to twist away at that. How does he know Will is in there? Did he kill him already? Is this just some game to him?

“I’m going to move my hand. Don’t scream, ok?” he whispers, his hand still firmly pressed to your mouth, his fingers digging into your cheek. “Do you understand? I don’t want the kids to wake up.”

How does he know about the kids? Has he been watching us?

“Ok?”

You nod your head, and he slowly lifts his hand off your mouth, but he continues to hold you tight against him.

“What do you want with us?” you whisper urgently, you voice breaking at the end of your sentence.

“I want to help. I promise,”

“Then why aren’t you letting me go?” you say wiggling your shoulders.

“Shit, sorry, I’ve probably got you freaked right out,” he says but you notice he hasn’t loosened his hold. “I saw the plunger and didn’t want to get that to the face.”

“Well, right now it’s against my shoulder, right next to my face, so could you let me go?” you plead.

“Oh sorry, um, promise you won’t swing?” he asks, sounding uncertain.

“Don’t give me reason to,” you reason.

“I promise I won’t. I just want to talk,”

“Ok then, I promise I won’t swing,”

He slowly lets go, letting go of the plunger last. Once you have enough space to move, you run from his arms and when you deem enough space is acceptable between you, you spin around, holding the plunger up between you two, to look this mystery man in the face.

And you wish you didn’t.

This man is too attractive to be a killer. Or maybe that’s his motive. Got another Ted Bundy here where he uses his good looks to lure people in with a false sense of security.

Well it’s not going to work on me!

The stranger stands in the sliver of moonlight so you’re able to see him clearly. His hair falls just above his chin but is held back off his face with a red headband. His already big, brown doe eyes are open wide as he stares at you, making his eyes look comically huge. He holds his hands up in surrender, tattoos etched onto his right hand. He’s wearing a very loose fitting long sleeved tshirt over a pair of black joggers with what looks like straps around the legs. His shoes, god his shoes, they’re big and black and look like they could break your entire face if he kicked you, and he’s so good looking that you’d probably tell him “Thank you.”

You find him so devastatingly handsome and you hate yourself for it. This man broke into the cabin with the intent to “help” but that could easily just be a line to get you to trust him, and you find him attractive? He’s a serial killer for all you know. Whatever you feel for this stranger is over.

You push past the attraction you feel for him and hold up the plunger higher after you let it drop after seeing his face.

“Who are you? I don’t recognize you so you’re clearly not from around here,” you ask suspiciously.

“You know everyone in town?” he smiles innocently. And damn your betraying heart for skipping a beat.

“Yeah I know everyone. It’s a very small town and I’ve never seen you before,” you say defensively, ignoring the way your body aches to be touched by him again.

“Oh,” his smile drops, and he looks at his hands, where he seems to zone out for a minute while staring hard at them.

“Answer the question!”

“Hm?” he says while he continues to look at his hands, “Oh, yeah,” he shakes his head and settles his eyes back on you, “I’m Jungkook,” he nods at you. “Look, I promise you I’m not going to hurt you… ?”

“How do I know that? You could be just saying that to trick me,” you accuse. “And I’m not telling you my name until I know you’re not going to kill me.”

“True, but if I wanted to kill you I would have already while you were sleeping,”

Every hair on our body stands on end and you grip the plunger tighter. This stupidly beautiful man knows how to get your heart pumping. If only it was for a different reason.

“What?” you whisper.

“I snuck in through the window to warn you but the floor creaked so I crouched by the chair and you woke up and I figured I’d better stay still so I didn’t freak you out and you wouldn’t scream and wake the others up,” he shrugs his shoulders and smiles weakly at you. Heart, stop it! “I admit this probably wasn’t the best idea either.”

“You think? Some strange man sneaks into my cabin, holds me against him and covers my mouth so I can’t get away or scream and you just want me to believe that one of my students is planning to hurt me?” you accuse. He doesn’t need to know that you were coming up with that exact scenario in your head.

“Ok, yeah, this was a really bad idea,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, I’m sorry ok? I know this makes me look really sketchy but I’m telling the truth.”

“Why should I believe you?” you ask.

“If you want to keep those kids safe, like I know you do, you should believe me,” he takes a small step forward. “Can you put the plunger down please? I’ll explain everything. You just need to give me a chance.”

A chance? No matter how good looking he is, you don’t know if you can trust him like that. He seems to be telling the truth, but he could just be a very good liar. How am I supposed to know what to do?

“How about I sit on the end of the couch, right by the window, and you can stay standing. That way you’ll have the height advantage. Just please, you need to hear me out. I’ll explain everything. I’ll even tell you everything I know about what happened to the world. Just please,” he squeezes his hands into fists and then flexes them again, “let me explain.”

What happened to the world? What does that mean? Is he talking about why no one came to find you? Or why you haven’t seen anyone drive by? The curiosity must be written on your face because he tilts his head to the side and gives you a confused look.

“You do know what’s happened, don’t you? That everyone over twenty six are in comas? Like all over the world, people just dropped. Technology stopped working too,” he explains.

You lower the plunger until it limply hangs in one hand by your side. What? That can’t be. How would that have even happened?

“Clearly you had no idea,” he motions to the couch, “Sit down and I promise to explain everything I know.”

You numbly do what he says, dropping the plunger between your feet and falling onto the couch where you stare at your lap. If what he says is true, it would explain a lot. Every question you’ve thought since getting to the cabin, pretty much answered. He sits on the opposite side of the couch, as far from you and the plunger as possible.

“Do you know anything about what happened?” he asks you, bending forward slightly to look into your face. You shake your head, continuing to look down. “Ok, well, a few days ago, everyone aged twenty six and older just dropped. Like flies but still alive. There were… a lot of deaths. Car accidents, plane crashes, drownings, small accidents like falling and hitting your head on a table. And no one could call for help. Every piece of technology stopped working. From phones to cars to lights, everything,”

“How does that just happen?” you ask, looking over at him. “And why are people over twenty six the only ones going into comas?”

“Well, I’ve been getting information from this,” he leans toward the window that you’re now realizing is still open and pulls a black backpack to him. He opens it up and pulls out a boxy contraption. “It’s an old satellite radio. It’s from before new technology took over.”

He turns it in his big hands and holds it out to you. It’s heavier than you expected, and you flip it over to check the back. You run your fingers over the speakers and the dial once you turn it back over.

“How does it work if no technology works? My car won’t work but my radio will?” you ask him, handing it back, your fingers brushing his. You pull your hands back quickly as if you were shocked. You clutch your hands in your lap hoping the warmth from his finger’s stops being so noticeable so you can pay attention again.

“It uses satellites instead of cell towers. And the radio in your car wouldn’t work because your car won’t turn on. Unless it’s a super old one with absolutely no new technology in it,” he says before putting it back in his pack. “Unfortunately, this one doesn’t get much range but people have been finding satellite radios all over, big ones that have range to hear all over the world and they’ve been giving information out for anyone to hear and luckily I have enough range to pick up the station they’re at.”

“Where did you find it?” you ask, shaking your head.

“I, uh, found it in the garage yesterday,” he mumbles, a pink blush dusting his cheeks. And again, your body betrays you by thinking he’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

Even if he did steal and proving your point that he can’t be trusted.

“You stole it?” you ask incredulously, your voice raising.

“Shh!” he says, putting his finger to his lips and looking towards the hallway. “Technically yes I did, but I figured the guy who lived here was probably in a coma and wouldn’t miss it.” How is he so adorable and hot at the same time?

“Ok, yeah, probably,” you lift your shoulder in a shrug. “So what? Was there some sort of terrorist attack or something?”

“No one knows for certain but the main guess is smart phones,”

“Smart phones?”

“Yeah, smart phones,” he expectantly looks at you like you should know what he’s talking about.

“I don’t understand?” your eyebrows come together, and you shake you head lightly in confusion.

“Ok, well I found this out from the radio last night, but the first smart phone, well they didn’t call it that back then, called it a, uh,” he snaps his fingers while trying to think of the word, “Uhh, a palm pilot! Yeah it came out in nineteen ninety four. Twenty six years ago. People are theorizing that it’s not a coincidence that this is happening now,” he tells you, leaning towards you. You almost want to slap him to see if the conspiracy theory comes out his ears or something. And maybe so some of his hotness comes off too.

“Seriously? You expect me to believe that? People have been saying smart phones are bad for so long now and nothing has ever been tested and proven that theory right,”

“It makes sense though doesn’t it? Even scientists are saying it,” he says, a defensive tone in his voice. “Think about it. The technological boom happened so quickly after cell phones were invented and now even light bulbs have Bluetooth. Is it really so crazy to believe that technology did this? That there’s something in them, or that makes them work that hurts our bodies? And why everyone, twenty six and older, have fallen into comas? The scientists are saying that it takes twenty six years for whatever is causing this to hurt our bodies. It could be the reason, right?”

“I mean, I guess?” you lean back against the couch, your thoughts racing through your head.

If everything Jungkook is saying is true, then how do we fix it? Technology is such a big part of everyone’s lives. Hell, even your bathroom mirror has a Bluetooth feature to shine different lights to help with makeup that you control with your phone.

“I’ve heard crazier things, so, I guess it could be the reason,” you shrug, looking back into his eyes.

“I know it sounds crazy but there hasn’t been another theory that fits as well as this one,” he shrugs and leans back against the couch.

“But what about here? The lights work and so does the fridge?”

“The lights are oil burning and don’t require electricity. And that reminds me,” he stands up, turns the closest lamp on, and sits back down beside you, “Easier to see you now,” he smiles and blushes again. The light casts everything in a warm glow, which only makes Jungkook look even better.

Repeat after me: He’s not cute, you’re not going to jump his bones, he doesn’t make those stupid butterflies go crazy.

“And the fridge is running on a generator out back which again doesn’t run on electricity. The guy who lives here clearly was stuck in the past,”

“Ok, so, everyone over twenty six? What’s happened to all the kids?” you snap your gaze to his beautiful face.

“I don’t really want to think about it. I know some of them got rescued but… there’s too many that there’s no way every child is safe. As far as I know the kids from your town are ok,” You sigh in relief to know the town kids are ok, but your heart feels very heavy knowing there’s others who aren’t.” Like you said, it’s a small town and everyone knows everyone so they’ve been rounding the kids up. When I came through yesterday some adults were taking some kids into the school,” he places his warm hand on your shoulder in comfort, “From what I’ve seen today, you really care about these kids and I’m sure you were really worrying about the other kids still in town.”

You search his face but all you see is sincerity in his soft eyes. You want to lean into his touch and let him take care of you. you’re so tired and now there’s another adult to take the pressure off you. There’s no way he’s dangerous, right? He seems too genuine to be bad. But then a thought strikes you and you sit up straighter.

“Wait, from what you’ve seen today?” you say, shrugging his hand off your shoulder.

“Yesterday I decided to stay here for the night, thinking it’ll be best to stay in the garage in case the owner was a young person and I didn’t want to scare them or maybe get shot. But then I heard screaming and I looked out the window and I saw what happened to that boy. I want to say I’m so sorry for that. That must’ve been hard,” he says earnestly.

“It was,” you murmur, not able to look him in the eyes out of fear that you start crying.

“Well this morning I went out looking for berries for breakfast but you guys also went looking around and I couldn’t come back to get my stuff so I decided to watch you guys for a while, hoping you’d leave long enough for me to sneak back in to grab my jacket but none of you left that damn garage all day,” he chuckles. And your heart stops. Why is this man so charming?

“Why didn’t you just leave it?” you ask, ignoring the butterflies fluttering around your belly.

His smile falters and his eyes drop from your face to his hands clasped in his lap. “Uh, it was a gift from some special people and I couldn’t leave it,” he smiles sadly.

“Well I’m sorry we didn’t leave,” you smile, hoping to make him happy again. Something must have happened to these special people for him to looks so sad. As much as you don’t want to admit, you don’t want to see him sad. You want to take away the pain he has so that he’ll be happy and smile at you with that look of joy on his face again.

“It’s ok, I’m glad you didn’t,” he locks eyes again and smiles at you. Something passes between the two of you, but you sit back, firmly ending it. No way is anything happening with this stranger. “I mean because I know what happened with those tall kids and what Big Man is planning.”

“What do you mean?” you frown, your brows coming together in confusion again.

“Well I was chilling in a tree watching you guys when Big Man pulled the other two big guys over for a talk. Unfortunately, I couldn’t hear what they said but then the wolves came back, and Big Man kicked the one kid in the back of the knee to knock him down and he took off. I threw one of my shoes at a wolf that was closing in. I couldn’t help the other boy, but I wanted to be able to help someone,”

Goddammit, Will.

“Well thank you for saving him,” you put your hand on his and squeeze, “I really appreciate it,”

“Ha, o-of course,” the pink blush dusting his cheeks turns a bright red. “A-anyway. When you kicked him out, the Big Guy—”

“Will, his name is Will,” you offer.

“When you kicked Will out, I was headed back to the garage but that’s where he went, and I heard him talking to himself about coming back in here and kicking you out so I stayed long enough to hear his plan. He was saying how he doesn’t care how he’ll do it and if anyone gets hurt, he doesn’t care,” he says, “He was very angry and after everything I saw today I knew I couldn’t just sit back and let him do it and possibly hut you or anyone else. So, I went back to my tree until I figured it was safe enough and I could sneak in here.”

“What are we supposed to do now? I thought by kicking him out he’d get some sense and apologize or something! Not this…” you lean forward, resting your elbows on your knees and dropping your head into your hands. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

“As long as we’re awake, we’ll be ready for whatever, ok?” he leans forward and puts his hand on your shoulder again. “We’ll grab knives and other objects we can use as weapons and we’ll be good,” he nods. “I won’t let him hurt you or the other kids. I promise,” You turn your head and he gives you a small dazzling smile. Your eyes roam his face trying to find an ounce of deceit but all you find is kindness. You slowly nod your head.

He stands up and offers his hand to help you up. After staring at his tattooed hand for a few seconds you decide to take it, completely offering him your trust. He pulls you up and you both stand there, toe to toe with each other, hands still clasped together.

“I’m Y/N, by the way,” you whisper, staring into his twinkling eyes. You almost want him to make a move. He’s so pretty and the world is shit so can’t you be selfish just this one time?

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” he says softly, shaking your hand lightly, but he doesn’t move any closer.

You clear your throat and pull your hand back, ending the moment. You turn your back on him and the two of you quietly maneuver around the small cabin, grabbing knives, a rolling pin, and a broom. Once everything is collected, you two sit back down on the couch after closing the window.

You notice that you’re sitting so much closer to each other than before, your thighs almost pressed together. You can feel the heat from his body from where you’re sitting, and you so badly want to sit flush against him.

But that’s not happening. Not when so much shit is going on.

“So, we just stay up together… and what? Talk?” you ask, staring into his big eyes.

“We can sit in silence if you want?”

“I think that would be weirder,” you giggle.

“So, we talk,” he says, trying to supress a smile.

And you do. Very easily. Easier than it is with most people. Especially since you’ve never met him before. It usually takes a while for you to be comfortable with someone but with Jungkook it feels so natural. Like you’ve been friends for years. You talk for so long that you almost forget why he’s here in the first place.

So he’s hot and a good conversationalist? He’s perfect.

Every time he smiles and laughs you fall harder and harder. Now is not the time to meet anyone but you’re so thankful for whatever power brought him into your life. He’s got this smile that lights up his entire face, and you oddly think he looks almost bunny like, bigger front teeth and round cheeks. It somehow makes him even more endearing and adorable. You’d be seriously falling for this man if your mind wasn’t preoccupied with everything he told you.

But you try your best to ignore all the new information and you put everything that’s happened in the last few days to the back of your mind. You want to enjoy this small slice of normalcy. You want to live in this little bubble for as long as you can because you know sooner or later Will will strike and you’re happy, little Jungkook bubble will be popped.

And who knows what’ll happen then.

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I hope you find this chapter was worth the wait lol I wanted to get JK’s character just right and that made me nervous to star writing it so I kept putting it off. but here we are! And hopefully I’ll get chapters out in a quicker time again.

Thanks for reading!!

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