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Patton, Honey

Ship : moxiety

Waring : a mention of a nightmare, crying,

Virgil walks through the hallway and down the stairs to the bathroom door.

He hasn't seen Patton all night, his lover wasn't in bed when he fell asleep.

Not that that was unusual, considering they had gotten an argument earlier

But when he wakes up, he hears....

Soft sobbing?...

Are his ear deceiving him?

Virgil Softly knocks on the bathroom door, the sobbing suddenly stop.

"Patton, Honey is that you?" The door unlocks, a rough Patton opens the door slightly, Peering at him with sad eyes.

Virgil opens his arms with the softest smile Patton's ever seen. Patton hides himself in Virgil's arms, "Sorry..."

"Honey what's wrong?"

No matter what Virgil trys Patton won't tell him what's going on, he trys again "Patton, Honey can you look at me, Please?"

Patton looks up at Virgil, the sadness of the others eyes makes it all clear

"Another Nightmare?"

Patton can only nod and go back to hiding himself in Virgil's arms

"I'm sorry Sweetie”

Virgil's gaze moves to the couch 'he slept on the couch?!'

V rocks Patton back and forth

"Baby don't tell me you slept on couch.."

Virgil's voice sounds sad and emphatic

Patton can only nod as tears fall

Virgil holds patton close "Patton, you know you get nightmares when you sleep on the couch”

“Why would you do that” Virgil mutters a hand leaving Patton’s side and moving to the smaller sides hair

“I’m..not sure” Patton mumbles sleeply leaning into Virgil’s touch

“Let’s get you upstairs then” Virgil whispers his hands finding their way under his lover’s legs lifting him up.

Patton’s legs slowly settling around Virgil’s wasit “Mm...”

Patton’s eyes drift close “Tried?” Virgil’s voice is soft and soothing

“Yeah....”

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Patton burys himself in Virgil’s warm embrace “Patton if you do that again i swear to god” Virgil mumbles triedly “i know, i’m sorry..” Patton mutters into Virgil’s chest. Soon they were both asleep in each other’s arms, cuddled up warmly

Once apon a time

(I know it's not Christmas but I was looking through an old book of mine and found this, so I wrote it here)

Sanders sides a Fairy Tail about a new Christmas tradition

Once apon a time there livet a young lad out in the woods, all alone. The town hated him. every year on Christmas eve the towns people would come and throw sticks and stones at his little cabin. Because of this he would ever again leave the Forest nor his his house for that matter, not even Christmas was anything to look forward to. 'but this year will be better'

But on the stroke of Midnight, Virgil was yet not asleep no he was running around the town placing posters on every door he could find.

He was going to show them that he still had it in him

When the night of Christmas eve came. No one came.... So there the young lad stood 'they didn't even came to throw stones at me' he thought as he sat down on the steps of he's house.

He sat there with his head in his hands, but then he felt a small hand tapping his shoulder. He looked up, and there stod the whole town. "sorry if we were a little late, we got lost" said the town elder

A small boy came up to him, and gave him a teddy bear "I'm sorry for all We have done. My names Patton but you can call me Pat"

The boy looked no older then 8 years old

"the others didn't want to come, but Logan made them. Logan's the towns elder..."

Logan spoke up "and we could use a young man like you, don't worry we know what you are dear"

Virgil stod up in shock "you know I'm a wicth?"Virgil asked ready to run for his life

"we do and we don't mind, not at all" Logan said

Virgil smlies Softly "well come inside, the food should be ready soon"

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Fun

"Nico!" Jason clicks his tongue at me. I turn around. He's sitting on a bench with his nose buried in a book of some kind. He looks op, clicking his tongue at me again, like I'm a fucking dog. "Come here" He gestures at me. "Will you ask nicely?" I chuckle. "Just come here" He grunts. "I'm not a dog, you can't just call me like that" I grumble, I mean, I don't mind it. But definitely not in public. It's kinda embarrassing, but in a weirdly nice way. "Well, aren't you my puppy?" Thank fuck no one's in earshot. I feel a dark blush come into my face. "I'm not, don't. Not in Public" I stutter out. "Aw, aren't you cute. Now come here" He says, clicking his tongue again, the sound becoming normal to my ears. He set in a bookmark and closes the book. "Come on, don't make me ask again" He muses. I sigh and walk to the bench he's sitting on. "Mhm?" I mumble. He pats his leg, oh no. "Sit" He orders. "Can I not?" "Did it sound a question?" His voice goes a little stern. "No, it didn't. But I'd like to think it was" I murmur, dropping my eyes. "Sit your ass down" he repeats. "Why?" I mumble. "What do you mean why? Do I need a reason to want my boyfriend in my lap?" He bats his eyes at me. "In public, you do" I grumble. Jason stands, tugging at my belt, causing me to fumble and almost fall over. "Then let's go back to my cabin, because I want you in my lap. Preferably now" He demands. "Okay okay" I chuckle, trying to not show how freaked out I am by the way he's acting. It's a bit little scary, but also really hot. He slings in arm around my hips, his fingers hooking into my belt to drag me along. I stumble along his side I can. "What's with you today?" I breath out, not daring to look at him. "What?" He asks, halting us. "What's with you? You're so, demanding" I mumble. "I didn't mean to be" he says, tugging at my belt to turn me around to look at him. I can't look op, the sudden tone shift is too weird.

He cups my face, placing his fingers under my jaw, gently guiding my head op. I look everywhere but him. "Nico, look at me. Please" It's not a question and I know it isn't. I blink and take a deep breath. I look op, finally seeing the look in his eyes. There's a look I've never seen. It's want, it's love, it's dominance and it's concern. "I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I?" "Well, no" I start, shallowing down the lump in my throat. "But, it's strange. You've never acted like this" I reason. His fingers loosen on my jawline. "Do you want me to stop?" The question rings in my ears. Stop? No, it might be strange but it's nice "No" I say, reaching op and placing my hand over his hand on my face. Tugging at it to get him to let go. He does and I let my hand drop down beside myself. "Well come on" He tugs at my belt, and I swear he's trying to get me hot and bothered. "To my cabin" Jason says, tugging me the rest of the way to to Zeus Cabin. He only let's go when he has to get the door. I walk myself in, jumping a bit when I feel a hand my lower back. His fingers are hooked into my belt yet again. He's guiding me in? That's new as well. The butterflies in my stomach won't seem to settle. It's all so surprising. I stand still as he closes the door, it's not really a choice, if I tried to move, he'd pull me back by my belt. Which might make me fall on my face. I'd rather avoid that. Jason mumbles something about being well behaved and waiting. But it's like I've got water in my ears and I know I don't have water in my ears, because I forgot to shower this morning. Gods, I must smell a little. It's okay, he's hasn't commented on it, so it can't be that bad. His hands slide into my back pockets. He rests his head in the crook of my neck. He licks op my neck and I almost jump. "H-Hey!" I yelp. He chuckles, starting to bite around a bit. "Yes?" He murmurs.

"What are you doing? This isn't what-" "I know what I said Honey, but I want a bit more before that" He bites into my ear, and I almost scream out at the suspiring pain. I bite on my lip to keep it down. I cannot take it, it hurts. I whimper as he bites down even harsher. His teeth pull off my ear. "I thought you said you liked pain" He chuckles. "Not out of the blue" I heave. "Understood" He whispers into my ear. He leans in, kissing the place he had been biting on. "I'll work op" He slips his hands out my pockets, yet again hooking his fingers into my belt. He pushes at me, walking me forward. I stumble along to his bed. I fumble forward, almost falling as he suddenly turns me towards a chair in the corner. Fuck, why is this turning me on. His hips are pressed against mine as he finally gets us to the big round chair. He glides his finger around to the front if my belt, stepping in front of me. He falls down on the big white fluffy blanket. He clicks his tongue and tugs at my belt again. How was it not broken yet? It's not a stretchy belt. It's thin leather had I've worn on and off for years, it should have snapped by now. "Careful with that" I say, shuffling closer. "Sorry?" "It's old, please don't snap it" I shallow. He moves his fingers from under my belt and into the beltloops. That's not good either, these jeans are getting a bit old too and I'd rather not have to sew it them back together again. "Careful with that too" I mutter, feeling rather fragile standing in front of him. "These are old, I've already had to sew them together once" I shallow around the lump in my throat, why won't it go away. Jason rakes his eyes over me, looking for a different place to pull. He sighs as he turns op nothing. "Where can I pull then?" "You can pull there, just be careful" I say, voice smaller than I've ever heard myself talk. He hooks his fingers back under my belt. "If I break it, I'll buy you a new one. Deal?" He asks, catching my eye.

I nod. "Deal" I repeat, voice becoming even smaller. It's like I'm losing my voice but I'm not fucking sick. He tugs at it again, and I suddenly remember why he dragged me here. I move down, carefully shifting until I'm seated on each of his legs. Apparently, that wasn't where he wanted me. When he said his lap, he meant his lap. He wraps his arms around my hips and pulls me fully into his lap, my chest pressed tightly against his. He leans op, kissing around my slightly sore jaw. I never thought anything Jason did would leave me sore. But he'd gripped onto my jaw a little too tightly. I hope there isn't a mark, that'd be hard to explain. Like yeah, my boyfriend just grabbed me, no no he's not abusing me. He just grabbed me. No one would believe that. I tense op as he gently bites into the slightly sore skin. He doesn't ask, only moving down to bite somewhere else. I feel my legs press in on his sides out of pure reflex. My shoulders drop, my body relaxing. I feel a small smile come on. It's been too long since we've done anything. Blood flows from my head to somewhere much lower. I sling my arms around his shoulders. "Isn't this nice?" He whispers into my head. "Mhm" I murmur, my knees dig into his side. It's just reflex at this point. I maybe be smaller, but siting in his lap makes me feels taller then him. I know I'm not, but it's nice to feel taller for once. There's a chill down my spine, for some fucking reason, I'm getting cold. I shiver in my T-shirt, I had forgotten my hoodie back at my cabin. "Are you cold?" He asks, leaning op to lightly nibble on my ear. "A little" I whisper. Jason pulls my arms off his neck and slips his hoodie off. Then he pulls it over my head. I put my arms through the holes and half snuggle into the fabric. I know I'll take it off in a bit, but right now, I'd like to not be cold. I'm still a bit cold, because the fabric is loose on me. All his clothes are too big on me, I always feel so small while wearing anything of his.

He reaches a hand op, caressing my cheek. "You look so cute in my clothes" He muses. His hand glide onto the back of my neck. What's he doing? His fingers twist in my hair, lightly grab a fit full of hair from the back of my head. He yanks my head back and I bite down a whimper. It's like he's ripping out my hair out. Through the pain, I find a happy feeling settling in my stomach. I peel my eyes open again, blinking look down at him. Jason's smirking op at me. That annoying boy. He's doing it on purpose isn't he. This is what he wanted me here for. I should have thought so. I press my hips down to get back at him. He pulls my hair again. I press down again. There's a small tap on my rear. A warning. "Careful there" He groans, woah, a double warning without a real slap. He's going easy on me. No way. I huff and push down again. There's a good smack on my ass and I can't help but jump a bit. It's good. I glance down at him it's clear he knows I got what I wanted. His smirk twists downward. Unhappy. His face has become rather neutral. It's like he's trying to figure out what he what's to do with me. "You damn lucky I'm not wearing a belt" He grunts. I hold back a laugh, that's not really a good theat. We're in his cabin, he could just get one. I guess he'd have to move me then, he wouldn't like that. I'd probably run out just to get at him. "How so?" I tease, gliding my tongue over my teeth. "You know damn well why you're lucky" He chuckles and lands another smack on my rear end. "Because If I was, that would have been a belt and not my hand" He grumbles, resting said hand in my pocket. This gonna be funny. He gently tugs my head back to get to my neck. He nibs around and kisses the parts he can reach. I hum happily, I know he won't like it. He leans into my shoulder and bites down harsher than I expected. I bite down a small whimper. I tense op a bit, finding the pain, rather painful and not in a good way.

I whine, shifting a bit. "That hurt" I whine, shuffling around to make him uncomfortable. "That's the point Sugar" He muses "But it's doesn't feel good" I grumble. "It's not supposed to feel good for you, it's supposed to be fun for me" Jason chuckles. "You suck" I whine bring my arms back op around his shoulders. "And you shallow" He mumbles into my skin, biting down again. A blush rushes to my cheeks. Gods damn it. At least he's not lying. I shift a bit, where is this gonna end? On his bed? On the floor? With someone bursting through the door? With me over his knee? Who knows. I don't really care, as long as no one bursts through the door. That wouldn't be good. Oh who I'm a kidding, the kid would slam the door shut again. I would freak the fuck out, and Jason would he laughing his ass off. I grip into his shirt as he bites down again. I'm getting too hot in his hoodie. I go to take my arms away from his neck, but he reaches back and stops me. "I want the hoodie off" I mutter, my voice not coming out how I want it to. I'd hoped I'd sound steady ,calm and maybe a little sexy. But no, my voice cracks and is so unstable that I sound like I just stopped crying. My voice has been a bitch lately. "No, you're too cute in it" Jason's voice takes on a slightly whiney tone. Like he really means it, he's not just saying that to be mean. I let my arms lay back down, guess I'll just sweat. He still hasn't kissed me, does he don't want to? I might have forgotten to shower, but I did brush my teeth. So it's not my breath. I tug at his neck, pushing his head further onto my shoulder by mistake. The wrong way. "Mhm?" He muses, biting around. I've been so caught up in the pain, that I didn't think about the mark that's got to forming by now. Shit. At least it on my shoulder, I should be able to hide it. "Won't you kiss me?" I plead. He laughs into my skin, sending a shiver down my spine .

He pulls back from a neck. "Only if I can take your belt off" He says. My belt? What does that have to do with anything? "Su-sure" I stutter, suddenly feeling a cold sweat run down my back. Jason reaches down and works the belt open and off. "Get op" He demands. I stay for a second. "Get, op. Now" At his insistence I do. He grabs me by my hips and spins me around. Is he gonna hit me with my own, almost broken belt? I feel the material wrap around my wrists. Oh. Fuck. I'm dead. It gets tighter and tighter. "Wiggle a bit, make sure it's not too tight for you" He instructs. I do, wiggling my wrists around a bit. It's tight enough that I can't get out, and loose enough to be safe. I nod, not trusting my voice to hold any more words. He spins me around again, hands staying my on hips. My jeans have gotten very uncomfortable. I know he sees it, but he doesn't comment. Only leaning down to kiss me. I can't do much more then step as close as possible. He brings a hand op to hold my face in place. He pulls back, laughing at the state I'm in. I'm on my tip toes, leaning op to get back to his lips. He places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me back down on my flat feet.

"Oh Darling, this is going to be so much fun. Well, for me"

Bed?

Nico and I are sitting by the campfire. Nico came home from a trip to underworld earlier today, so me, being clingy. I'm don't want him to leave my side. Nico's sitting on my left, half asleep, leaning his head on my shoulder. I've got an arm around him, keeping him from falling. He's tired, but want to see the campfire, so here we are. We had a nap together when he had been cleared by the Infirmary, specifically so he wouldn't be tired. But he's had a long day, long week. I've told him that he can go to bed, and that I happily walk him back to his cabin. But he refused, wanting to stay at the campfire until curfew. He clings to my arm. Struggling to keep his eyes open. "Are you sure you don't want me to walk you back to your cabin?" "Yes I'm sure" Nico mumbles, resting his face against my bare arm. He's leaning on me, trying to stay awake. It's a late summer night, and it's getting dark out. I smile at the state he's in. He's just a small sleepy boy. My small sleepy boy. I mean, he's a lot more, but right now, he's just a sleepy boy. I almost jump as something hits my legs. I look down, and breathe a sigh of relief. It's just Nico's legs. He shifts closer, half way on my lap. I chuckle. I slide my arm down, holding onto his hips, I move an almost asleep Nico fully in my lap. Mostly to keep him from falling, and to keep close. On a normal day, he would never let me do this, but when he's really tired, he just doesn't care. He hums some happy sound and slings his arms around my neck. He peaks his eyes open a tiny bit, he cracks a gently smile and snuggles into the skin of my neck. Will offers me a marshmallow on a stick, I smile and take it. Nico whines, shifting a bit. I bring my arm by and hold around his waist. "Tired boy" I coo, I rest a thumb under his shirt, feeling the warm skin. I spin the marshmallow around the fire. Slowly roasting it. I shift back a little, pulling Nico further up on my lap. He's sitting sideways.

Nico whines, shifting until he's straddling me, arms loosely wrapped around my hips, Sticking his legs out behind me, and snuggles his face into my neck. "Well good day to you" I murmur. "Screw off" "Hey" I playfully tap his back, and he gently pushes against me. I have to put a hand back to keep from falling backwards and off the bench. I chuckle to myself and pull the marshmallow back from the fire to not burn it. Will passes me some crackers I didn't ask for but I use then anyway, I eat maybe about half of it, before the taste goes sour. I've never been a big fan of marshmallows but they're okay. I gently poke Nico. "Do you want the rest?" I ask as he pulls back from my neck to look at me. He pulls an arm away from me. "Sure" He yawns taking it from me. He eats slowly, he's very tried. He finishes it off, tucking his head back into my neck. He shifts a tiny bit. "Are you sure you don't wanna go to bed?" I ask again. "Yes I'm sure" He whispers. He's getting a little heavy in my lap, but it's a good weight. Calming, almost. He's keeping me here, but not in a I'm trapped kinda way. In a, grounding way. Like I'm really here. I'm happy to just have him here in my lap. He never wants to sit with me like this, but when sleepy, he does pretty much anything I want him too. I'm getting a bit broad. A half asleep Nico gently kisses around he places his can reach from where he's resting his head. "That tickles" I yawn. He's trying to keep himself awake. I smile and pat his back. He muffles some words into my neck. "I know" I think is what he said. He snuggles into my neck, yawning against my skin. The warm breath sending a shiver down my spine. If we stay here for much longer, then I'm gonna end op falling asleep too. I shift a bit under him and he whines, gently biting into the skin of my skin. I hold back a small gasp. Fucking, oh gods why now.

I pat the lowest part I can, it's almost his ass. A small warning, a hey no, I'm tired and you're tired. He goes quiet after that, and for a little bit of time. I think I've made him mad. But then there's a snoring by my ear. Great, finally bedtime for us both. I shift, testing to see if my feet are awake. The are, So I slowly get to my feet. Getting an arm under him to carry him. Nico mumbles but doesn't move. I jump a little, Getting Nico to lean into me. Will laughs at me, but it's light, and happy. "Don't drop him" He chuckles. I groan. "I'll try" I say. A few people stare at us as I carry him away from the campfire. I'll just take him back to my cabin. That's easier. It's a lot harder to carry someone who's sleeping, because they don't balance themselves. Luckily I don't drop him. As I reach the door of my cabin, I can't open it normally, I would drop him if I tried. So I turn my back to the door, and press down the handle with my elbow. It flies open and I stumble back, I catch myself before I land flat on my back. Nico continues snoring on my shoulder. He's cute when he's asleep. I lay him down on my bed, gently. He holds onto my neck, whining in his sleep. I hush him, slowly tugging his arms off my neck. I step away and close the door. I find clothes for him to wear, If I leave him in his clothes, he'll stink tomorrow, and If I leave him in his underwear he'll be a little mad. So I get him a shirt to sleep in. "Jacey?" He mumbles out. Oh fuck did I wake him op. An almost asleep Nico is sitting op in bed, rubbing his eyes. "Yes baby?" I say, making my way back to him. I gently guide his own, smokey T-shirt off. "Why are we here?" "Because" I'm cut off by a yawn. "You fell asleep, and I'm tired" I yawn again. slipping the shirt on him. He sits there, he doesn't say another word as I work his belt and pants off. I strip off my own clothes as Nico get's comfortable in my bed.

More like our bed. It's become our bed, we have our own sides, Nico sleeps on the left, and I sleep on the right. I lay down with him, kicking the blanket off the bed, because it's hot. Nico shivers for some reason, right, a tired Nico is a cold Nico. He pulls at my arm in the dark. Whining for something. "Yeah?" I murmur. "Cuddle?" He pleads, his voice is so low and whiney. How the hell do I say no to that. I shuffle close to Nico. "Of course" I mumble back. He shifts over to me, tucking himself into my body. I smile, wrapping my arms around him. I snuggle my nose into his hair. It's smells of smoke, so pretty normal for a night like this. He happily sighs into my chest, it sends a shudder down my spine. I can't help but chuckle. "Good night Honey" I murmur. "Night night" He mumbles. We lay for a bit, cuddling. Nico falls asleep so quickly, snoring. I hold back a small laugh, he's so cute. I kiss the op of his head. "I love you" I say. I still can't say it to him when he's awake. It's the first time I've ever dared to utter it aloud. "I love you too" He mutters back to me. He's sleeping, he has to be sleeping. He leans op to my lips, placing a light kiss on my lips. He gives me a half asleep smirk, then resettles in bed and falls asleep in seconds. Fuck, did that really happen. That really happened. I both want him to remember it, and I wish for nothing more then that he doesn't. I stay awake for hours after, unable to get my heart to stop racing.

Night night.

It's sooooo late, and you're waiting op for Spencer, you know you shouldn't, but you can't go to bed with cuddles from your daddy. That's just impossible, so impossible!

You're rubbing your eyes, starting to grow fussy from staying op way past your bedtime, you know Spencer isn't going to happy with that, but you're hoping for a little leniency tonight. You're in your coziest little clothes, pacifier still in your mouth.

You hear a door open and you get op, shuffling op to meet your Daddy halfway. Spencer's taking his shoes off when he looks over to the sound of shuffling. He smiles as you open your arms wide to be picked op.

"Hello there sweet one" Spencer hoists you op on his hips. You settle into it quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck. He gently pats your bottom, rubbing you back in his other hand. Now happy in your Daddy's arm, your grumpiness is replaced with pure tiredness. "Oh you've been op late huh?" Spencer chuckles, patting your bottom firmly. You babble incoherently as Spencer puts you down on your bed while he changes.

You babble sleepily, the light in your bedroom is orange and is making you even more tired as you lay on you back. Spencer leans down, kissing your forehead. "it's night night time now little one" That makes you whines. You wanted cuddles, not night night. Spencer hushes your protests by peppering kisses over your face. Of course it works, it always does.

As Spencer settles in, you tuck yourself tight against his chest. He chuckles, and takes you in his embrace, you're too sleepy to care. So you snuggle close. Finally having gotten your cuddles, you can sleep. And, you sleep like the baby you are, snuggled op close to Daddy, deep asleep.

Okay but.....

S1 e10.

Morgan sending Reid away when he figured out who the unsub was is peak protectiveness! And then Morgan later tackling both Reid and the unsub in the same throw!

Just

"Reid, I want you to go to the house and see if the deputies have come back"

"What?"

"We need the Sheriff and the crime scene team here"

"But..."

"Reid. Do it"

And then Spencer just runs!

And then after!

"You Alright?"

"What happened?"

"Him bringing us down here was way too much of a coincidence"

"No, i got that. Did you have to tackle us both?

"You're welcome, Reid"

Attention

Growing up as a son of Jupiter, has made me like rules, and I like to stick to them. So when Nico told me he was a brat, I didn't quite get it. But then he explained further, and I did get it. He wants rules, and he wants boundaries, but he also wants to push them until there's a reaction. So, when he suggested that he wanted me to kinda take on a role like that. Which, I didn't mind, again, I like rules. I agreed. But I didn't quiet expect this. I'm trying to draw op some more temples, but Nico's annoying me. He's standing behind me, nudging my shoulder. "Jaceyyy~" He whines, shaking me. "Enough Nico. In a minute" I say, shoving his hand off. I focus back on the paper in front of me. I don't look back to see if Nico's still standing there. He better not be. The new Hera temple doesn't look quite right yet. The roof's weird. I erase it. Suddenly, there's a hand in my hair. "No, go sit on my bed, I'll only be another couple minutes" I reason, removing his hand. "But-" "No buts, go sit" I repeat "Hear me ou-" "Hush sweetie, I just need a bit longer, I promised you, It'd spend time with you. AFTER, I finished this temple" I sigh and try to redesign the roof. "You said that 10 minutes ago" He grumbles. I sigh and lay down my pencil. "I know I said that, but I promise I'm done soon" I say, my head's aching. It's been such a long day. My chair is pushed forward, and the table digs into my chest. "Hon-" My chair losses balance and it falls back. I crash on the floor. I hit my head on the floor. Fuck. I look op at Nico, who's standing above me, with his arms crossed and a pout on his face. "Nico!" I sap. "Don't tell me you did that" "Fine, I won't tell you" He brats. I get to my feet, breathing deeply to steady myself. I need to get back to work. I get in front of him, standing a good way taller than him. He's looking at me, like he knows he's misbehaving and that I'm getting tired of it.

I place one arm around his hips, to keep him from running. I draw my other hand back, never breaking eye contract. Then I strike him on the bottom. A very clear warning. He jumps at feeling "That's quite enough, what is it with you?" I ask. He swings his arms around my neck. Whining. "What?" I ask. I plant my other hand on his rear. He shifts around, whining. Goddammit. "Come on baby, what is it? Tell me" I demand. Nico whines, tugging my neck down. "What?" Nico tugs me further down. I pull my head op. What is with him today. "What?" I repeat. He whines, stomping his feet. "Baby" I warn. "I want a hug" He mumbles. For fucks sake, a hug. All that for a hug. "A hug?" I clarify. "Yes.." I sigh, this is gonna be a long day. I move my arms op, pressing him into me. "Better?" I ask. He mumbles something that might be a yes. He snuggles into me. Finally quiet. I go to pull away, but he whines and tugs me closer. "Sweetheart" "Please" He mumbles. "Just a little longer" "Alright" I exhale, I let my right arm slide down and pat his little cute ass. He happily snuggles into arms. "You're needy today" "I know" He mumbles. "I'm sorry" I rest my hand in his back pocket. "It's alright" I sigh. He doesn't want to be difficult, he just doesn't know how to ask for affection or attention. Which means, he brats and whines until I understand what he wants. That can end op leading to a lot of punishment, but he likes that part of it too. So it's alright. I let myself smile. I pull back, Nico whines and tugs at me. "Hold on a second" I mumble. I get back in my chair, leaving just enough room for Nico. I pat my lap. "Come on baby, sit" A happy Nico sits himself down, he presses himself against me. Resting his head on my shoulder. I wrap an arm around him, patting his back. I soot closer to my desk and pick op my pencil to finish off the roof on the Hera temple. After a lot of drawing, easing, and re-drawing. Nico starts to kiss and nibble on my neck, wanting my attention.

"I know" I murmur running my hand op his back. I'm getting so frustrated with the drawing. I lean my head to the side, letting Nico have his fun. It's been a long day for both of us. The lines just don't look right. I throw the pencil on the table. I can't finish it, I'm too annoyed. I pat Nico on the back. "Op" I instruct. He whines but he does get op. I do the same, pushing my chair in. I yawn, covering my mouth. Nico comes op in front of me, slinging his arm around my neck. Pulling at it. "Mhm?" "Can I have a kiss?" He asks, getting op on his tiptoes. I smile and lean down to complete his wish. I throw my arms around his waist, pulling him closer. I smile into the kiss, and he take the chance to deepen the kiss. I stumble back a little, the bend of my knee hitting my bed frame. Surprising. Our tongues play for a bit, before I let myself fall down on the bed. Sitting on the edge, I pull Nico down with me. He's straddling me. Now I'm leaning op to reach him, it's not a new feeling, we kiss quiet often. But it's still unusually, because I'm taller he usually has to reach op to kiss me. So having to lean op is still rather new. Nico shifts closer. Gently pressing himself against me. I pull back, giving him a bit of breathing room. He shallows, and I follow it down his throat. He's pretty. I wanna yank him back and kiss him until he's whining for more. I bet he'd happily comply. I tug him closer by his waist. "Mhm?" "I want my baby" I mumble, laying down on my back and yanking him with me. Nico stumbles forward, landing on his elbows on top of me. "Rude" He whines. "Aw, how cute" I tease, bringing my hand op to tap his ass. He's on his elbows and knees, his ass higher op. He grumbles a bit, shifting around a bit. I smirk op at him. He pouts. "Aren't you cute?" I murmur. "Shut op" He mutters. I sigh, it's a small pit fall he makes a lot. Swearing. I rear back my hand, striking him hard on the butt. He jumps at it. Whining at the pain. "You've gotta quit swearing"

"Sorry" He mumbles. "Habit" "I know" I sigh. "We'll kick it" I lick my lips and grab his collar. Pulling him down into another kiss. Nico whines, shifting on his elbows. His mouth falls open, and I slip my tongue in. Nico shifts, getting his legs down beside mine. He relaxes on top of me. Happy to finally have my full attention. His hand twists in my hair. I sigh happily at the familiar sensation. Our tongues play for a while. But eventually Nico's gets bored, and he starts pulling my hair. Craving for more. I give him another pat on the ass, a hey, wait op. I pull back, panting. Nico's face is exceptionally red, he's panting, mouth slightly open. "Have you enough attention?" "No" He pouts. "We'll be at for a while, won't we?" I sigh.

"Unless you wanna go further"

"And give you what you want? No way"