#I feel I have a string in my chest and the reverberations cause my blood to vibrate and the vibration is the echo of this story

[munsonomenon]

⛧☾༺’Casual’༻☽⛧

Chapter 1v: All this time

⛧ pairing: steve harrington x alt! fem reader, rockstar! eddie x alt! fem reader

⛧ contains: angst, love triangle, fluff, comfort, fwb, alcohol, smoking, pining, implied friends to lovers, pet names, slow burn, asshole! eddie

⛧ word count: 2.9k+

⛧ previous chapter: here

⛧ warnings: allusion to smut ! mdni !

The contrast of the chilled breeze embracing your skin as you pull yourself through the door is a stubborn reminder of the cardigan you left resting on the couch back in the dressing room, but there was no way in hell you could bring yourself back into that room. You can’t stop hearing the unknowing roars of approval ringing in your ear. Feeling all of the nights spent with your fingernails digging in his back, wishing for once you could have more than just his skin as he strung you along.

Tasting the drop of blood pooling through your lip snaps you back, your jaw clenched tight enough to break the skin. Frustration boils over the edge causing a single wet drop to stream down your frigid skin. You’ve never felt quite this pitiful but it was nearly impossible not to with him making his intentions painfully obvious.

The rushed patter of footsteps on the pavement fills your ears and brings your attention behind you as you place a cigarette between your lips. Steve runs his fingers through his waves of hair scanning the parking lot, panting with his chest breathing heavily. His eyes wander finding yours and his expression of relief quickly droops to concern as he sees the wet black streak down your skin. He moves towards you cautiously, holding his hands out to cup your face as he studies your demeanor. His small gesture causes the floodgates you had put to a halt to come rushing back open, your cigarette falling to the ground with the twitching of your lips.

“Hey, hey- Slow down, you’re okay. What’s going on?” he whispers softly while he wipes your tears away. You’ve never explained the ends and outs of you and Eddie to anyone outside of Robin. The part of you afraid to admit to being his secret can’t bear to spill your embarrassment to him. Especially with the stubborn reminders of his voice reverberating through the walls.

“Did somebody do this to you?” his voice twists, eyes squint over the few people grouped in the surrounding area protectively, his hands on your cheeks keeping their tender hold. “No, it’s nothing I- mean, it wasn’t them.” you mumble wishing you could just tell him the truth. I think I- I just got too drunk.” You sniffle through your words slightly shivering.

“Well, clearly somethings up. Here-.” he cuts off his words by removing his signature gray members-only jacket, resting it around your shoulders. “You’re freezing!” he exclaims. “Steve, no-“ you protest forcing his coat away. “You’re gonna be cold now.” you whimper.

“Shh, I’m fine. We can go sit in my car, I’ll turn the heat on.” he moves to fully throw his jacket over you, completely engulfing you in the fabric. as he walks you to the passenger side of his car you can’t tell if the pink flush you see from the corner of your eye is brought on by the cold air or if his arm pressed against you to hold his jacket closer to your body.

Awkward silence flows through the air of Steve’s car as your head pounds from your racing thoughts in your drunken state. You felt guilty for feeling comfort in his presence, the strings of you still tied to Eddie telling you this was wrong. Steve’s infectious smile as he makes his way to the seat opposite of you takes away some of that doubt.

“We don’t have to talk about what happened earlier if you don’t want to.” he whispers starting up his car to crank the heat on. You shoot him a shy smile “I can tell you about this freaky ass movie Robin made me sit through the other night.” he chuckles and you can feel your heart swell. “I’d like that.” you say with your voice low. He scoots up in his seat and starts motioning with his hands as he explains the film’s plot.

“So, there’s these oddly large fucked up looking clowns with these guns that shoot out popcorn and shit like that.” he turns to you emphasizing how important this is to him when he sees your lost but curious smile. “Which might seem like a good time and all, except they’re like insane, evil, killer clowns that turn their victims into giant mounds of cotton candy or these fucking pies they have made out of acid they use to melt cops!.” he exclaims dramatically.

“Are you sure this is a movie you’ve seen and not some elaborate night terror you had after smoking too much before bed?” you shake your head skeptically. “I’m serious!” his eyes grow wide with his giggles. His elbow rests on the center console so he can have a better view of you.“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Harrington.” you reach in to playfully pinch the skin of his cheek making his head fall towards the floor, covering his flushed grin you wished he wouldn’t hide.

Lost in the scattered conversations neither of you realizes the time until you see the masses of fans piling through the small doors. “Shit uh- guess we should get going too then.” Steve says slowly like he’s disappointed in tonight ending here. You’re glad to know you aren’t alone in that. You’re drawn in like a moth to a flame in the warm glow that he has lit up around you. You’ve never spent much time alone with him before, in this moment you can’t comprehend all you’ve deprived yourself of. Checking the rearview mirror you toss your head back “Fuck, I am still way too drunk to go home right now.” you admit as you’re brought back down to the harsh reality that put you here to begin with. His face twists thinking hard about his words before he speaks them.

“Why don’t you just come back to my place?” his chest swells with hope, “I mean you’d be coming over with Robin tomorrow to help set up anyway?”. It was hard to ignore the rush of pounding in your chest. “My house is the complete other direction from yours. I can just order a taxi or something.” you say trying not to inconvenience him. “Not happening, it’s way too cold for me just to ditch you here.” he grabs your face, pulling you to look in his direction. “Just come home with me, please?” begging softly, warmth radiating off his skin just inches from yours. “Fine, but just for tonight. ” you tease him, thinking back on how Robin had this whole thing right all along. The gleam in his puppy eyes blew his cover. “take a picture it’ll last longer!” you mock his prolonged glance, pushing his shoulder gently breaking your closeness. His expression remains the same. “Don’t worry, this is plenty.” he nearly drools.

“Can I ask you something? It’s really stupid?” you mutter through your hands covering your face as you rub your eyes. “Of course.” he mutters faintly. “Anything.” he pushes. You let out a deep breath mixed with a small laugh. “Could you uhm- maybe, grab my cig I dropped out in the parking lot earlier?” feeling slightly embarrassed by your desperation. “It’s the last in my pack and I really need it right now.” the passing cars lit up his face just enough for you to see his smirk. “I’m on it.” he says turning to open his door. “I’ll be right back, then we can get the hell out of here.” he states playfully as he leans down into the car once more before shutting his door.

You peer at his reflection in the mirrors as you watch him hunched over with his arm out searching the black pavement like a metal detector before he reaches down to find his treasure. He turns back to the car holding the found cigarette up like a trophy pumping his fists before performing a goofy victory dance in the empty street. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t admire his cockiness knowing your eyes would follow his every move. You laugh at him quietly from afar before seeing him turn around to the door opening ahead of him.

You tilt the mirror back to get a clear view of the figure. Eddie is standing in front of the last person he wants to see right now and it’s obvious from the sour expression on his face. You see his lips move, unable to hear his words as he motions in your direction. You grasp the door handle to pull it open, stepping into the chilling air. Your hand is perched on the car door as you prop yourself up to watch the scene unfolding before you.

“Is she seriously leaving? You can’t just let her leave like that- I mean she’s had way too fucking much to drink!” Eddie spits loudly at Steve, his voice laced with rage. You keep your distance, you are nowhere near the right headspace to talk to Eddie right now. “Not that it’s any of your concern, but I got it, man. I’m taking her home.” Steve replies calmly but is clearly bothered by the encounter keeping him from returning to you.

Eddie scoffs, crossing his arms unable to believe you’d blow him off tonight for someone like him. “And how sure are you of that?” Eddie questions him bitterly. “I mean, they were her words. Not mine.” Steve motions back to you standing a few spaces back. “Didn’t take much convincing.” his tongue rolls off his teeth with a vindictive smirk. “What the fuck ever dude. Here, she left it in my dressing room.” He hurls a thick ball of fabric at Steve’s chest that you can only assume is your cardigan from earlier. Eddie stops in his place searching for your eyes from across the parking lot, sending you a frail shrug of disappointment before turning on his heel to walk back into the bar, carelessly slamming the door behind him.

Water pools in your eyes as you tilt your head to the sky, exhaling deeply. An unwanted wave of guilt washes over you once more. It’s not like you’d be any better off if you ran back to his familiar comfort now anyway. You always told yourself that you could ‘stop’. Stop the tugging you felt in your chest that pulled you to him with every glance. You wished more than anything that you were someone else at that moment until you feel two arms hover over you before resting on your shoulders, pulling you into an embrace you’ve never yet felt. “Don’t you worry about any of that, alright? he says muffled into your hair. “Let’s get you out of here.” you smile into his neck in agreement. His large hands caress the side of your neck, squeezing you tighter.

He holds your door open as you slide back down to your seat, closing the door softly with both hands. Rubbing his hands together fighting off the cold weather as he maneuvers his way to the driver’s side. You’re hooked on his every manerism watching his arms flex as he jiggles his key in the ignition. His eyes quickly flick up to you. “Ah, almost forgot! The fruits of my labor.” he flicks the cigarette out of the pocket of his vintage shirt pocket presenting it to you. Your heart flutters reaching out to grab it. “Robin’s right. Dingus suits you.” giggles escape your mouth. “Great now you’re in on it too.” he rolls his eyes. “At least it sounds cute coming from your mouth.” he whispers, leaving you unsure of if you were even meant to hear him. His hand wraps around your knee in a swift motion as he turns his body to check behind him before reversing out of the lot.

The moment Steve’s tires hit the pavement you feel a vibration through the floorboards peeking down to see a vibrant glow from your bag. You ruffle through flipping the screen over exposing the depiction of Eddies ring-scattered fingers squeezing your ass cheek that he had sneakily set as his contact image in your phone earlier. Your eyes forcibly squint closed praying Steve didn’t happen to lower his eyes to the display. Nervously you tap the screen declining his call. “Everything okay over there?” Steve chuckles at your frantic movements. “Yeah, just uhm- looking for my lighter” which wasn’t completely a lie.

The sparkling flickers from your lighter catch his eyes as an orange haze fills the enclosed space. His fingers immediately flick over the button to his side lightly cracking your window. “What a gentleman.” you say through pursed lips as you blow out your first drag. “Let me get a hit.” tilting his head out toward you before facing the road again. You can’t help but laugh at his confidence gasping dramatically. “Going out to a metal show and now smoking? These things aren’t good for you, you know?”. you act appalled. “Yeah, and neither is me watching how pretty you look smoking them.” he says matter-of-factly. “and with the amount of effort I went through to retrieve that fucking thing, I think I’ve earned it.”.

Your eyes almost roll into the back of your head with his words, You’ve never heard him speak like this before and his boldness leaves you reeling for more. Your fingers reach to push his loose strands of hair behind his ear as he keeps his eyes ahead. “Fine, but if you vomit at least turn the other way.” holding the lit cigarette up to his plush lips with your index and pointer fingers. His head makes a quick maneuver before wrapping his lips around the end, lightly kissing the skin on your knuckles before a harsh cough rings through the air. His face wrinkled in disgust as he waves his hand back and forth over his face to clear the smoke.

“Jesus Christ!” he loudly exclaims still halfway choking in the fog. “I can’t believe you sent me off all alone, into the cold night for that shit.” forcing out a laugh as he wipes tears out of his eyes, causing you to erupt in laughter at the sight making him smile like an idiot. Ashing your cigarette through the cracked window you tell him you’re surprised he handled it as well as he did, which he credits to the lone cigarette he stole from his mom’s purse in the eighth grade preparing him for this very moment.

You know, I feel pretty stupid about it now but uh-“ Steve breaks the silence with a chuckle full of nerves. “I never really tried to talk to you much because I figured Robin had filled your head up with ideas about me.” feeling the sincerity in his words fueling the rapid thumping in your chest. “Quite the opposite actually, she spent years trying to convince me to put up with you.” you admit. “Fuck off.” he scoffs at your response like you’re playing some cruel joke on him. It’s not a wild assumption to make. Robin would spend hours talking your ear off about every single detail of what’s happening around her since the last time she’s seen you so he knew a few rough stories had to have slipped through the cracks.

“I mean it! You used to be a real shithead, you know. I guess I just never fully adjusted to the fact that you had changed until now…” you say sheepishly. The last two words played over in his head on repeat, fueling his ego. “Until now? So you’re like totally into me, right?” he mocks in his best trying-to-be serious voice. “In your dreams, Harrington.” you reply slyly but to him, he feels like he’s already in one. He can’t fathom the idea of someone not wanting to attach themselves to you.

His hair bouncing off of the side of his neck to the beat of the tune he’s tapping out on the steering wheel has you stuck in a trance, his perfectly carved jaw bone mixed with your buzz filling your brain with filthy ideas. Your thoughts are cut short by the rhythmic ticking signaling you are turning down his street. Steve lives in a remarkably nice house for his age. He landed some cushy work-from-home position at some local finance startup that just so happened to take off, earning him a decently sized salary which you only know about because of Robin’s gossip.

The end of Steve’s driveway brings you a sense of restlessness anticipating his next move as the space grows dark after the rays from the headlights die down. His veiny hands reach for the door handle swinging it open before his slender legs branch out. He quickens his pace in a light jog making his way to you before you get the chance to let yourself out. “Slow down there sweetheart, what kind of gentleman would I be if I left you to open your own door?” he coos, as if you are the most fragile thing on earth before extending his hand out for you to grab onto.

His arm immediately moves to rest over the dip in your back once you’re standing, sending shocks over your skin and you are utterly content with just staying like this the rest of the night. He motions out widely with both of his arms with his waist still pressed snuggly against yours, displaying the surroundings to you. “Welcome home.” he grins sliding his key in the door.

༺ the end.

chapter v: ‘like nothing matters’

coming: soon!

[chiwhorei]

gun bunny

pairing: mafia!s. aizawa x fem!reader

genre: mafia!au, quirkless!au, smut- 18+ minors dni

word count: 2.5k

warning: somnophilia, voyeurism, violence, attempted kidnapping, attempted assault, mentions of blood, mentions of guns and knives, degradation, age-gap (reader is 19 and aizawa is 31), spitting

a/n: hello! this is my contribution to the smut pile mafia!server collab, this is both my first smut pile collab (this is so late i am so sorry sksksksk) and my first full-length bnha piece, be sure to check out everyone else’s amazing work here! thank you to @10millionyearsdungeon and @messwriting for your constant support while i trudged through sad pal hours for a fucking month and crawled out of the pits of writer’s block

hymns: hayloft by - mother mother, i’m on fire - awolnation cover

Blood pours over decades like syrup, the tinny-sweet smell was distinct but all too familiar. A muffled gun’s buzzing frames 19 years of life. The barrel feels cool, sitting precariously by the highest angle of your cheekbone.

“I told you not to cause trouble, brat. Now I have to clean up your little mess.”

Aizawa’s body is tall and broad above you, holding you against him with a protective grip on the small of your back. Every word is sneering, punctuated with a growl-- you feel it reverberate against his chest.

The bullet is resounding even through the silencer; a deafening sound, final bell tolling next to smeared streaks of mascara.

Aizawa Shouta has always been around-- whether bringing your dad a hefty stack of reports to thumb through or loosening his tie in the parlor and toasting him to another job well done. A carousel of chauffeurs and bodyguards encircle you, but all are nameless faces except for the man that can make people disappear in an instant: Eraser.

Otsuka y/n, the only daughter of the most powerful man in Japan, is a weighty title against your shoulders. Your father’s reputation has cradled you for almost two decades, keeping you draped in fur and balancing on red-bottoms. He has more money, more power than God. To most of your father’s inner circle, you are the dutiful, angelic heiress to his blood-soaked empire. You play the part well enough, polite, temperate- your hands are painted red in culpability, but perfectly manicured.

Your father’s business isn’t a secret, no matter his attempts to shield you over the years. There’s only so many nights spent humming to the tune of cracking skulls in the next room before “investments in oil” starts to lose its validity. Whenever you ask him, he pats your head, smoothing stray strands of hair, “I do it all for you, bunny. Everything is for you.”

You decide not to think about rouge splatters of blood and bruises against his knuckles, ignoring the clicking of a loading gun before he leaves for the office.

It’s better this way.

“You can’t be serious, Otsuka.” Aizawa paces across the hardwood, heel to toe with Italian leather from one large bookshelf to the other. A familiar habit, you’ve seen the contemplative marching before and know it to mean one thing: Aizawa is pissed.

“Have you ever known me to joke around? Especially with y/n?” Your father’s elbows hit the table in front of him, the jagged scars lining his face seem even more intimidating when coupled with a harshly set frown. You perch on the side of his large desk, swinging your feet lightly.

“Oh daddy, I’m not a child. I don’t need Eraser to babysit me.” You huff, crossing your arms and providing a pout to your father’s hard expression. You hear the mumbled, “Don’t call me that,” from behind you, but decide against a response.

“He’s going to look after you while I’m in Musutafu. I have to handle some…” he trails off slightly, one of his hands coming up to rub against his bald head, “noncompliance, but I shouldn’t be gone for more than a few days.” His disfigured fingers curling around yours, you look up to meet his eye, “Be a good girl, bunny.”

You give your father’s temple a kiss, pulling back to smile sweetly. Your next words have Aizawa snorting, rolling his eyes far enough into his skull to be painful.

“I always am.”

A bend downwards at the hips frames your ass perfectly, the lace of your panties curls around your pussy tightly, hooking against the lips and showcasing your soft skin. Questions swirl in the bowl of cereal in front of him, all but forgotten as soon as a cup“fell” from your fingers and clattered to the floor. The taste, the smell, the feeling of--

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Aizawa is ripped from the reprehensible desires of his senses to meet your eyes, your form still folded over on itself and displayed for Aizawa in the otherwise empty kitchen. You giggle at his scowl, snapping back up and smoothing out your skirt. Aizawa bites down on the spoon in between his teeth, he swears he can feel his teeth cracking. Better his canines than his will.

This only marks the beginning of a long week for your father’s right-hand man. The proceeding days turn to nights at a snail's pace. The past week has been inching towards disaster with every minute of alone time you could steal with Aizawa.

“Eraser, what are you doing up so late.” Your voice curls around his shoulder, the whine tugging him towards your open bedroom door. It’s late, far too late for you to be up to anything good.

You always like to push your luck, playing a game you know Aizawa won’t let himself win. Pressing firmly against the line but never pointing your heel across. Maintaining your immunity, feigning innocence behind a soft pout. Your appointed guardian isn’t fooled by any honeyed façade you build around his associates. He knows what you are at the core.

He tries to shake off your pull, but the way your voice lilts against the long hallway is magnetic. The past few nights have been the same song and dance, your disarming call to him as he trudges to one of the many guest bedrooms. Every night he gets closer, heavy feet and tense nerves guiding him towards your warm voice. He’s weathering a sea, you’re the siren hell-bent on his drowning.

“I told you not to call me that, little girl.” His response to your wanton call is shallow, the nickname is one he hates the sound of, especially rolling past your lips.

“Do you like what you see?”

Aizawa’s brows set harshly as he looks on to where you lie nestled in pillows and silk. You have nothing but a loose, light pink camisole to cover your body, cotton panties pulled down to your ankles with shameless intent. Your legs are spread wide for your viewer’s pleasure, two fingers brush against your lips, dragging lazily- up and back down.

Aizawa knows what you really are, a petulant brat.

You pull at the soft skin, spreading yourself to unveil the tight, clenching hole. He leans his shoulder against the jam, eyes drinking you in where his body shamefully wishes to be. The groan aching deeply in his chest is not lost on you as your other hand pulls the hem of your shirt upwards to catch in between your teeth.

The soft plush of your breasts bounces slightly, nipples peeking out from the folds of fabric, now fully exposed to the inky-black stare of your voyeur. There’s nothing left to his imagination now, the question that haunts sleepless nights, palming a large hand up and down his cock and imagining something softer and smaller. The picture of what his boss’s precious daughter would look like squirming under him becoming clearer beyond all reason.

Aizawa should turn heel and walk away, he should slam your bedroom door shut and count the days until your father’s return with a measured distance. He should walk away. He should-

A soft whimper drags him from contemplation and back to the writhing succubus center stage. Your fingers move quickly against your aching clit, drawing out babbled pleas to hit harshly against the tall, brooding presence at your door.

“I’ve had about enough of your games, bunny. Your father tasked me to keep you out of trouble, but you are the trouble.” Aizawa’s words hit your ears mockingly, but they sound more like an invitation than a warning, especially as his body inches forward, breaching the threshold of your bedroom inch by inch.

Two fingers slip past your lips, pushing in and drawing back slicked with arousal. You repeat the action, slowly, ensuring the boring set of eyes are trained on where you clench desperately; wanting to put on a good show with your bodyguard in the front row.

Aizawa’s head is swimming, dizzy and drunk. He wants to tear you apart, to lay claim to the twitching prize between your legs. If you struggle around two of your own much smaller fingers, it would be nearly impossible to wrap you around his thick cock.

That is, not without breaking you.

The heated pants escaping you pick up in canter, your audience winding a tight cord with his presence alone. Aizawa is unrelenting in his deep, unblinking stare, stepping towards your bed slowly. Once his body is looming over you, the coil in your stomach has turned into a hair pinned trigger.

“Such a messy little slut. Getting off to the attention aren’t you?” You’re rendered dumb at his comment, Aizawa barely has to press his thumb into your chin before your mouth hangs open. You look up with glassy eyes, fingers sore from working against your pussy, chasing a high you can only imagine how fast Aizawa could steal from you. His expression is as neutral as always, but the despondency doesn’t quite shadow the fire burning in his eyes. You watch him lean forward slightly, a string of saliva falling downward to land against your tongue. His spit feels hot, you can taste the remnants of cigar and mint gum as you swallow.

You come undone in a litany of cries, pleading with your captor. His hold is passive as he looks at you, watching you cum against your fingers, the squelching sounds make his mouth dry. The only source of hydration is at the apex of your thighs. Visions flash before his eyes, images of what the curve of your breasts look like as he’s buried tongue deep, lapping you up post-orgasm and pushing you over once more for good measure.

Aizawa retreats, lest he pulls you against his mouth while your cunt is still pulsating, he needs to escape before your knees are pressed to your shoulders. He slams your door closed harshly, leaving you with the taste of his contempt for you on your bottom lip.

You’re quick to sleep, body falling into the warmth of unconsciousness coupled with dreams of what a certain set of fingers would feel like against you. How the scars and calluses would brush against your most intimate inches of spongy flesh, how he would stretch you.

You can almost feel the soreness in between your legs and the heavy slap of something against your stomach. You can almost remember the whispered confessional swimming in the back of your head, the soft grunts from above your sleeping form. As sunlight stretches across your sleep-stiff body, your hand trails down over your naked skin, maybe you aren’t the only one playing games this week.

You could have almost sworn you had gone to sleep with panties on.

The car ride to your father’s bar was filled with unflattering tension. You had protested in vain that going with Aizawa wasn’t necessary, but had been met with a dismissive, “I don’t trust you to behave.”

“I’m not a child, Eraser. I don’t see why I couldn’t just sit at home.” You wobble behind your escort, heeled boots clacking against the gravel.

As you enter the building, a young mop of violet hair flanks Aizawa down with a stack of papers. The man is nameless to you but is familiar enough to be assumed under your father’s thumb.

Aizawa looks over the document’s now held in front of him with care, rolling up the sleeves to his crisp dress shirt as his eyes scan the pages. You note the shimmering silvered skin of a scar under his left eye, pronounced by the harsh lighting surrounding you. His hair is held up partially by a tie, the loose strands framing his face.

“Are you listening to me, little girl?” You're snapped back from watching his mouth curling around syllables to actually make out what they’ve been saying.

“Go sit down, I’ll only be a few minutes.” You nod along and turn to perch at the bar, but stop at the grip pulling you back for one final order. “Don’t get yourself into trouble.”

Aizawa leaves you to stew in the subtle brush of his pointer finger against the tender skin of your wrist, he rubs the skin subtly before disappearing to the back rooms.

The minutes ticking by are agonizing. Aizawa, usually the epitome of brief, has been gone long enough for the condensation on your glass to mar the wood below it in countless ringlets. You twirl the straw against the strawberry liquor, willing time to crank by faster with the action. The drink in your veins isn’t nearly enough to get you drunk but does make the opening of the front door unnoticeable.

Your back is facing the heavy wood, unaware of the two strangers now approaching until the curdling sound of one man’s voice hits the shell of your ear.

“Well, well, look what we have here. Why don’t I buy you a drink, princess?” Each man steals one of your sides, enclosing you into a tight, predatory huddle.

“This is my bar. I don’t need you to buy me anything.” You try to shake off the nauseating feeling of their bodies so close to you, gut twisting uncomfortably as one man’s breath crawls across your shoulder blades. They’re both so close. Too close.

“Wow, this little kitty cat’s got some claws, don’t she?” You feel hands curl around each bicep, a bruising grip right below your armpits. Your body is hoisted up, your balance off at the jarring upheaval.

Possible escape routes flash across your mind but all seem impossible. Would trying to shake off the still faceless strangers even work? And even if you sprung free, would you make it to the back office before they caught up? Should you try to scream? Would Aizawa hear you?

Before you can make any moves, you feel the flat side of a knife at your collarbone. A chill rattles down your spine at the contact, two inches of metal keeping your entire body compliant.

Their intent is clear, you’ll be coming with them, and by the sharp point of a blade digging into the first layer of skin-- you’ll be coming quietly.

A mixture of shock and disbelief compels your body into compliance, dragging you to the front door and closer towards an awaiting trunk.

“Your carriage, princess.” You hear the shorter man on your right, his voice at your neck sounds waterlogged through the blood rushing in your ears. Any protests die at the knife against your skin, digging in shallowly and pricking a small trail of red along your clavicle.

A sharp snap sounds behind you, like a piece of thin wood under a heavy boot. One of your captors falls in a pile next to you. You’re turned around to meet a familiar pair of venomous, black eyes, Aizawa’s words roll from his tongue with a growl.

You’re pulled at the wrist, stumbling back into the strong chest of your appointed bodyguard.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing with my bunny?”

all writing is dymphnasprose’s original content, please do not repost or modify. do no read my content as asmr.©️

[ellitx]

Imagine Venti edging her like crazy in his fingering sessions? Reader is crying and whining for him, but he just has to know all the different faces and sounds she can make for him just by the slight shift of his fingers. Even after she cums, he continues, wanting to see how long his muse will last, and the kind of songs she'll sing for him.

masterlist

female!reader

warning: NSFW content ahead

word count: 1.3k

The room was filled with the lewd squelching sound of your juices and your unabashed moans as his fingers pumped in and out relentlessly. Your body was sweating crazily, dripping down onto the sheets as Venti continued to thrust his fingers inside your tight cunt.

His slim fingers were massaging your insides with ease as they thrust in you repeatedly. You were shaking under his touch, your hands frantically reaching for his arms, chest, and thighs. He knew this was a sign you were close to reaching your peak.

“V-Venti~!” You moaned, your hands placing on top of his to move it faster. He kissed the crown of your head, feeling your bare skin was so warm against his as he takes in the sweet sounds of your whimpers and moans in his ears. You curved your back when the pace of his fingers was moving hastily than ever. Your toes curling at the sensation developing on your stomach.

Your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears and he observed you’re getting even more wet. You could feel yourself slipping, the world around you becoming blurry and unfocused as you grew nearer and nearer to climax. Just as you were about to release, you suddenly feel empty— the fuel filling you up is now gone and that’s when you realize his fingers were now out of you instead of in.

“N-no…” You furrowed your brows together and quickly turned to reach out for him. Digging your nails on his arm, you desperately cried. “W-why…?” 

You bit your lip hard and felt tears were now producing from the rim of your eyes. You didn’t want it to end, you wanted to come more than anything and you thought he was supposed to please you. Why did he stop?

“Shh,” He pulled you close to him and placed you on his lap, gently rubbing your thighs in hopes to calm you. Hot tears are now dripping on the sides of your face, biting your lip all the more so that could even start to draw out blood. Venti kissed the tears away and proceeded to drag his fingers back your core that you love so much.

It seems like you didn’t like his little antic there. You pulled him down to you to give him a deep kiss and he didn’t hesitate to reciprocate it. His tongue was now playing with yours while his digits were tracing your folds to return the stimulation you felt before during his previous ministration.

A string of saliva was connected from your lips as he parted from you. He brought his mouth close to your ears and went ahead to give small nips on the tip. “You’re such a spoiled girl.” He whispered and shivers ran down through your spine as his hot breath brushed your naked skin.

His hand trailed light touches on your thighs and starts to tease your wet pussy before slipping a finger in once again. You wailed loudly and laid your head on his shoulder, feeling his finger curling against your tight walls as he added another one in. Trembling from his touches and burning skin, you nuzzled your face against his neck and took a whiff of the scent lingering on him.

Your body sharply twitched of how delicious his long and slender fingers curled inside of you. No matter how many times he has done this to you already, you always seem to love it. He knows every inch of your body, he knows all the sweet spot that makes you beg and cry at him for more, he knows where to touch you every single time. 

He knows everything about you and he’s the only one who can make you feel this way.

The way he played with you was surreal. Indescribable. 

You love it.

You want more.

Harder.

Faster.

You’re breathing rapidly, chest rising and falling while you try to have a large intake of air your lungs desperately needed. You squeezed your hands into fists and watched his movements through blurred vision. Venti continued to listen to your whimpers and moans, recording it inside his head and admiring how adorable you sound as he plunged his digits inside you through your clamped walls.

“Venti, faster please…” You managed to utter through your heavy breaths.

“Hm?” He locked his eyes with you as a soft smile plastered on his face. With your face so bright and red, he loves this current state you have now. You gulped down and struggled to form a coherent sentence in between your moans, but it’s difficult if he keeps flicking his fingers and thrusting it in and out of you.

“Mhm~! I… I need it deeper p-please!”

You whined quietly whilst he rests his chin on your shoulder and giving you a quick kiss on the lips. 

“You really are spoiled. But you’re my spoiled princess.”

The nickname caused you to shudder in happiness and excitement. Your eyes were screwed shut when he heed your pleas. Shaky moans were the only thing your voice can produce throughout the room and it was a delight for Venti to see when you parted your legs wider.

He pressed kisses to your neck, showering you with praises as your toes curled and back arching against his body. The satisfaction he’s been giving to you was out of this world and you’re almost nearing your climax once again. 

Precise fingers hit your spot, pressing against it firmly that had you drawing out loud whimpers from your trembling lips. You resisted the urge to keep your legs shut, you want him to continue exploring your body, to finally be able to cum after that sneaky thing he did to you that made you suffer.

His fingers were coated with your wetness and his pacing quickened when you tightened around him. You helplessly bucked your hips, seeking for more of his touch, more stimulation to fill you up until you reach your limit.

A loud gasp and cry came from you, your whole body shivering in delight and relief as you cum on his hand. So powerful was your release that ecstasy was what you felt the whole time when you orgasmed. Your pussy twitched around his fingers, more of your essence dripping out from it until it stained the bedsheets.

Tears slowly stained your cheeks and Venti softly hushed you as he continued to move his fingers through your orgasm. You were quivering from overstimulation until he stopped and brought it out. 

Your heavy breathing was the only sound reverberating inside the room. He used his other hand to brush the hair sticking on your sweating face and gave you one more kiss. You whined when he was rubbing you to your still overstimulated state, he could only softly chuckle and push your body down onto the mattress. Whispering next to you, he asked,

“Does princess want to have another round with me or do you want to stop?"

[imaginationjunkie]

Dancing with our hands tied

Jason Todd x Reader

It’s kinda soft

Thought of these songs while writing, so give them a listen while reading!

Note: Jason’s 25 and the reader is 21

I was always a fan of the over the top charity galas Bruce Wayne threw. The elitists in their flashy riches, extravagant decorations and endless varieties of food, and a certain Wayne brother in a suit. It was all very amusing to witness.

I felt like a princess walking down the stairs with Tim every time, who refused to ever get an actual date. So I’d been stuck being his unofficial date for the 5 years that I’d known him. Not that I minded much; he was my best friend after all.

I chose a simple flowy dress tonight, blood red in color, silky like water. The subtle eyes that followed me through the evening didn’t go unnoticed.

But my eyes followed just one sight. A sight that erupted the unwanted greenness of jealousy as I sulked in a corner, celebrating turning 21 recently with a champagne flute in hand.

I felt him before I saw him. Warmth soothed my skin at his presence, despite the fact that I was unfairly mad at him. It wasn’t like he was my boyfriend.

Easier to say than do, and thus all the salt in the world seemed to be in my tone as I spoke first.

“Where’s your date?”

Jason Todd’s eyes might’ve been cool blue, but the feel of them didn’t match the description. The side of my head felt like it would burst into golden flames under the intensity of his stare.

But they were the good kind of flames, the best kind of flames. It was almost miraculous, the way I managed to keep my calm.

“She bailed, something about her sick grandma,” was his soft response.

“Hmm.”

“What’s with the tone?” He leaned closer, hot breath teasing my cheek. Jason had gotten awfully bold since the first time we met, when he couldn’t even look into my eyes straight.

“Is it jealousy I sense?”

I tried to be subtle about my sharp inhale. Judging by the stutter of his lips as he suppressed a smirk, I failed.

But why hide anymore? I was never one to hold back anyway.                                                                                                                          “Yes, it is.”

It was my turn to take his breath away. I turned my head, challenging him with my stare. But I was too tangled in his game to play in charge. He had me, and he knew it. Right?

A smile filled with swirls of mischief and satisfaction designed his lips. Yes, he definitely knew it.

It caught me off guard, the unfiltered beauty of it. Of him. Watching Jason Todd smile, really smile, was not for the weak hearted.

“Then I think you’ll be happy to know that she wasn’t a date. Just a friend.”

Eyes the color of a swirling blue sea, a face handsome enough to cause heartache. Why’d it take me so long to realize that I could never resist him? Not even in a million years. Not even if Ryan Gosling came offering himself to me.

A little too far?

Maybe, but it’s true. What to do?

I was just about to walk away from him, refill the empty flute of champagne to bring back sparkle to my uneventful evening. A large hand wrapping around my wrist stopped me.

“Let’s dance,” he said with the softness of tulle, pulling my frame closer to his larger one. Close enough to smell his cologne. Like a creep in the street, I subtly took a slow sniff of it.

It’d never stop amusing me, how a man who seemed as rough and rugged around the edges as he did had so much softness in him.

And smelled so. damn. good.

“M’kay,” I agreed, following as he led the way to the ballroom. Or so I thought.

“I thought you wanted to dance?” I inquired, looking back at the flashing dance floor full of people we left behind.

“I do.” His eyes twinkled as he looked back at me, still walking to God knows where with my hand in his.

“We literally just crossed the dance floor, where else on earth do you plan on taking me dancing?”

“Who said anything about a dance floor?”  Jason smirked, coming to a stop in the garden behind the manor.

Even though it was off limits to Bruce’s guests tonight, the garden looked particularly beautiful. Strings of fairy lights decorated the flawlessly kept greens and flowers, courtesy of Alfred. The pool lights were on, and a surreal soft blue glow lit up the water.

It matched Jason’s eyes.

But that wasn’t all. Long fingers tilted my chin up, and a gasp reverberated the air as my eyes met the mystical view. Stars glittered the midnight canvas endlessly, and in the center of it all sat the full moon like a queen.

She was regal tonight.

My mouth was slightly open in awe, and Jason’s fingers on my chin softly closed it as he chuckled.

“I’m guessing you like the view?”

“Like it? I might as well marry it!” I exclaimed, eyes wide with glee as I gripped his shoulders.

“Dick used to bring his, ahem, lady companions to charm them back when I was Robin. I’d always barge in and interrupt to interrogate about the last woman I saw with him,” he laughed while recalling the memory.

“Did it work?” I smiled back and stood closer to him, the fronts of our bodies slightly touching. My hands had come down to rest on his chest now, and while my eyes were up roaming the sky, my soul’s attention was solely on him.

He shuffled with something in his suit pocket. “Did what work?”

“Dick’s method of charming the ladies?”

“Judging by the walks of shame Alfred and I had to witness every morning after each Wayne gala, yes. It very much did.”

I felt Jason put something in my ear, and finally looked down from the stars to his eyes in confusion. It was an airpod, and I watched silently as he put the other one in his ear.

“I promise I’m not a creep or anything, but I stalked your Spotify playlists and found one titled ‘dancing under the stars’.” He confessed. In a very un-Jason like manner, he looked almost sheepish.

He didn’t look at me as he pressed play and pocketed his phone. Almost immediately ‘Dancing with our hands tied’ by Taylor Swift came on, and he took my hand in his.

Tingles shot up the pit of my stomach as his free arm wrapped around my waist, fingers resting on my hip. We swayed in beat to the music in our ears, eyes on eyes.

I, I loved you in secret First sight, yeah, we love without reason Oh, twenty-five years old Oh, how were you to know,

The lords, and anyone who knew me actually, knew how big of a swiftie I was. The fact that he had put in the effort to pick the absolute perfect song to dance to had to be the most romantic thing that ever happened to me.

I was completely mesmerized. Guys like this only existed in the encasement of my stash of romance novels; but time and time Jason Todd had proved that idea wrong. Every one of his gestures, one after the other, seemed to catch me off guard more than the previous one.

“Wanted to do this since I was 17,” I breathed the fresh air in, craning my neck to rest my chin on his shoulder. This right here was all I needed to relax. This was my very own customized form of peace.

“Yeah, Tim let it slip when he got drunk on your birthday and started blabbing about how you’re growing up in front of his eyes,” he laughed and pulled back to twirl me.

I crashed back into his chest softly, grinning at his revelation.

“It’s so hard to believe you guys are best friends, that Timmy’s actually capable of having normal human conversations other than his usual nerdy blabber,” Jason continued, pulling me even closer to him while dancing.

No objections were made from my side as I obliged (obviously), staring up at his eyes.

They were like an oceanic maze, too easy to get lost in. Too dangerous to get lost in.

“He’s a good friend. Awfully robot-like at times though, and he always smells of coffee.” I breathed with a chuckle as the air around us got intense.

The gold of the fairy lights hit his eyes, making them shine brighter than the stars above I let my hands grip the hairs on his neck, watching carefully as he took a sharp breath in response.  

If there was something Jason and my relationship, whatever that it was, didn’t lack, it was moments like these. Moments where we had a conversation with our eyes, expressing how much we wanted to kiss each other, how much we wanted to stay frozen in the present and relish in the feel of our undeniable chemistry.

It had been going on for way too long, and even Tim was getting tired of us not taking the leap of faith.

Initially he was pretty against it, but when he saw exactly how much I felt for his brother, his blessings for us suddenly started pouring in.

“Uhuh,” Jason hummed. An electric sensation buzzed the air around us as the chorus hit, and all the space between our bodies vanished. Butterflies went haywire in the places of my body he touched. He was everywhere.

But we were dancing Dancing with our hands tied, hands tied Yeah, we were dancing Like it was the first time, first time

“Stop me if you don’t want it,” he harshly whispered, brows furrowed and eyes clouded with desire as he tucked a few loose strands of my hair behind my ear.

“I do,” I whispered in response, knowing exactly what he meant.

His breath hit my lips, forehead fell against mine in a moment of desire and the next thing I knew, he was kissing me.

It was needy and rushed and a thousand other adjectives, but it was my most perfect kiss. It would always be my most perfect kiss.

Jason’s muscular arms encircled my waist as he pressed me up against him, gripping my sides and lifting me to stand on his feet. My own arms wrapped around his neck, and a sneaky stutter of a moan escaped my lips, earning me a groan from him.

Passion burned us under the cool night air as we kissed and kissed and kissed, all thoughts of oxygen forgotten in our haze of need.

But even our passion couldn’t defy nature. We pulled back to breathe in as much air as we could, but instead of diving back in towards each other’s lips like I expected us to, Jason simply stared at me with eyes that now looked navy from being hooded.

It was a stare of a few seconds that seemed like hours as his thumbs brushed the side of my face. The fire of need from a while back was gone, but the desire wasn’t.

We both tried to calm ourselves, but an unstoppable part of me leaned up to press a kiss on his cheek. He blushed.

“Wanted to do that since you were 17,” he said cheekily, hands tracing my back as we now let ‘Wonderland’ by Taylor amuse our ears.

“Liar,” I grinned. “You couldn’t even look at me back then.”

“Yeah, because I’d do this if I looked at you for more than 5 seconds. I had no plans of going to jail for getting handsy with a minor,” he replied, leading us to the wooden benches Bruce had installed in the garden a few weeks earlier.

I lifted a teasing brow, masking my shock at the fact that he wanted to kiss me even back then.

“And how’re you so sure I would’ve let you get handsy with me? For all you know I could have kicked you in the balls myself.”

“Don’t act coy, you could never stop staring at me when you were over,” he smirked, sitting down on the bench and pulling me to his lap.

I hesitated for a second, my brain getting lost in the fact that after months of banters and unbelievable tension, interruptions and two sided pining, I was finally in this position. Where we were able to be open about our want for each other.

Sensing my hesitation, his smirk dropped. “This is okay right?”

I snapped back to reality, taking his nervous expression in. Yes, this was real. And I wouldn’t waste a second of the time God gave me with Jason. I smirked and ran my fingers through his dark locks, making him close his eyes.

“Of course it is, just thinking about how long it took for you to man up and kiss me,”

“Excuse me, you could’ve-”

I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. He responded almost immediately, putting his hand on my hip as I sat sideways on his lap. Unlike the first one, this kiss was sweet and slow. We were cherishing the night with it.

“About damn time, I thought all my teeth were gonna fall out due to old age before Todd here grew some balls,” the sudden voice of a certain sass filled Wayne interrupted us.

My magical night with Jason ended with him running after his kid brother Damian, teasing him about kicking his ass.

But that was okay, because I was happy. Jason was happy. The long wait for him, for us, was worth it.

Even though he gave off the impression that he couldn’t care less, I knew that the reason he hadn’t made a move was because he wanted Tim to be completely fine with us being a thing.

Alongside being friends with Tim, I became friends with his brothers and Alfred over the years. I knew of their nightlife, and everything that went on behind the polished doors of the Wayne Manor. I knew Jason well enough to know that his tough posterior and damn care attitude was just a facade.

Being with Jason wouldn’t be a walk in the park, and I knew that too. He was reckless and intense, impulsive and careless.

But he was also sweet and passionate, and his love would brand you like a tattoo with it’s depth. I was willing to give my 110% to make it work with him.

Because even fairy tales take sacrifice and effort to get a happy ending. And I’d do about anything to make sure I earned mine.

[katsukikitten]

This is a repost for a fic I deleted ages ago. I've done zero editing and even had to go into my old phone to get it. Enjoy ~

Kirishima gripped onto your face tightly , tight enough that his fingers were causing indents in your smooth skin. Your heart was beating out of your chest, the two of you enveloped in darkness in the small confines of a random coat closet.

"Do you know the things I want to do to you, Y/N?" His voice is dangerously husky, his breath the only indication that he has been drinking.

Your cheeks burn at the question as he pushes you agaisnt the wall, separating your legs with a powerful thigh. Voices of your classmates and a low thump of music in celebration of new years is long forgotten as the roar of your blood echos in your delicate ears.

You swallow unsure of how to answer. Kirishima was always a good friend had he ever expressed interest in you? He was sweet and kind. The first to volunteer to show you around campus, the first to guide you to new friends and the first to encourage you to date someone else.

Someone else that broke your heart a few months ago and Eijirou was the first to lend his shoulder to cry on. Ruby eyes shining as they welled with their own set of tears. So how could he even think to like you?

His hand moves to your throat but his grip is much lighter, barely holding onto your thin column with plenty of opportunity to breathe.

"Are you not going to answer, little one?" His voice reverberates around the small closet, in your chest. Still you cannot even think of an answer depsite having too taken shots of liquid courage but clearly not as much as your red headed friend. His grips slowly becomes tighter yet no fear rings out into your body, only excitement. You never pegged Kirishima as the...commanding type.

"I..." Your voice gets lost in your throat your fist his black shirt. His eyes shine as he holds your gaze with what little light filters in thought the cracks of the door.

"You what? Speak up when speaking to your sir please baby girl." You inwardly giggle, even in his dominate state he asked nicely. But the effect was not lost on you what with his soft tone and grip.

No if anything it encouraged you more.

"I wouldn't know, sir. You've never seemed to express that type of interest in me." You say softly just a few decibels above a whisper. A haughty smile forms on his face as he pushes you further into the wall, completely pressing his body agaisnt yours as his lips find your ear in such urgency.

"Do you know how hard it was for me to pretend to be happy for you and Bakugou?" His grip tightens with his rarely found rage, still nothing compared to the ash blonde "I encouraged the two of you because the chemistry was obvious and I knew he'd treat you well. He did treat you well but I guess I got so caught up in making sure you got what you wanted that I didnt think about his inability to be open with his feelings. I should know best about that."

"Wha..what do you mean you should know best?" He doesn't answer for a long time, silencing anymore questions with a kiss.

His tenderness is welcomed although your body craves more, more punishment but you cannot find yourself being your true bratty self to Kirishima. How can you defy someone who asks so nicely? You melt into his kiss, feverish to feel more as you pulling on his hair.

Just as he is about to part your lips with his tongue the small closet is suddenly flooded with light.

"So this is where you two made off too." The voice is dark, causing both you and Eji's stomachs to clench with desire. You both are frozen under the scarlet gaze of the predator.

"Kitten what are you doing pinned beneath such a scrawny puppy?" Your heart races at the old nickname, body still pulling towards him despite the attraction to the ruby haired man pinning you to the closet. He grabs Kirishima by the back of his thick neck pulling the warmth away from you. Exposing how much you two have really been up to in the dark as your shirt is haphazardly lifted up your smooth torso. He slams Kirishima agaisnt the wall of the closet by his throat as he gently grabs onto the crook of your arm.

His eyes scream unquenched rage, knowing if you defy him now there will be hell to pay later.

"But King I was only enjoying his company. His lips are marvelous and his hands..." Katsuki's eyes flicker back to you, he wraps his fingers in the thick hair at the base of your skull. Pulling harshly as your core begins to heat.

He harshly tilts your face away from him, exposing your neck to his hungry teeth. His kissable lips press to your ear.

"Still a brat I see. I guess I didnt punish you harshly enough." His voice is velvet contradicting his deadly grip. Kirishima whimpers beneath Katsuki's touch, reaching out a hand for yours that you gladly grip onto.

A little unused to Katsuki not having a free hand to comfort you, unknowing that Eji feels the same. Crimson eyes shift to the man beneath his crushing grip and a small smirk plays on his lips.

"My little puppy if you hang around kitten too much her brat will rub off on you." He loosens his grip when he sees Kirishima's eyes rolling into the back of his head, for once not realizing how harshly he was gripping.

He was unused to both of his hands occupied but that wasn't to say he didn't mind. A bratty kitten and an extremely obedient puppy was going to prove...interesting. The strong hand moves from your hair quickly to your waist to pull you to him while his eyes stay glued to Eji.

"Ah are you alright little one?" He asks soothingly as he peppers kisses onto Eji's neck, slightly red, "I've gripped too hard huh."

Tears prick Kirishima's eyes and you squeeze his still held hand having been there too. Not with Katsuki being too rough, no he was always the right amount but teetering on the fine line of pleasure and shame to allow someone to control you, to provoke such reactions out of you. He gently kisses your knuckles that are interlaced with Ejis, lips trailing over his before he gently separates them with his free hand. He squeezes your hip as he exits the closet.

"Follow me." A command that neither are allowed to disobey, even going as far as to make sure that you do not escape.

Kirishima stays frozen against the closet wall.

"But..." His voice is soft, small even unlike the normal booming confidence he normally displays.

"Puppy." Katsuki barks out darkly, not even bothering to turn around, "Unless you want your erection to go untouched by anyone but you, I suggest you follow your King."

"Yes, Katsuki-sama." He says softly falling into place behind the two of you. He guides you both up the stairwell taking a familiar path until the three of you stop in front of a thick oak door of a college dorm room.

Your door. That he opens with ease as you never lock it unless sleeping or during a session. He flicks on the switch that allows the soft string lights to flicker on, leaving the harsh center over head light off. He turns to grab onto Kirishima's hand bringing you both to the center, standing barefoot on the plush faux fur rug.

"Kneel." He orders and Kirishima sinks to his knees, posture straight as he murmurs with a bowed head.

"Yes, Katsuki-sama."

"I..." You protest your head clearing just a bit, hadn't he said he was done for awhile. Needed a break to think and now here he was bringing someone else into your room. You did not feel jealousy over the heavily hinted and obvious displays of interaction between the two men. If anything you desired to see it, to share your King with another would not be a bad idea. Two to support one another in the time of a "tyrant" you would just after to learn how to share the after Bakugou.

"And I said *kneel* Kitten." He steps closer without touching you and your body heats up, "Unless you want to be denied release all night. You're already up to twenty minutes worth of edging."

"But...." Tears prick your eyes as you sink to your knees, long forgetting your heartache for now. Unfair in his dominance or so you always think.

You face Katuski always as Kirishima keeps his head bowed. You try to study the different dynamic and cannot fathom being that good.

What kind of pleasures does Kirishima get with such good behavior?

Katsuki lifts his chin, holding his gaze.

"You may hold eye contact for tonight until I say other wise, okay, Koinu?" Kirishima nods in response earning a gentle kiss on the forehead before Katsuki stands over you, again gripping your hair roughly as he places a feather soft kiss onto your forehead. The rules the three of you have are unspoken but known by heart. One 'King you're hurting my heart' uttered from either pair of lips he will stop in his tracks and he will crush you to him.

"Now explore one another." His tone close to boredom as he pulls up your pink computer chair to sit on.

The two of you stare dumbfounded at one another then towards the higher power in the room. Small impatient explosions litter his skin as he sighs out his unspoken anger. His eyes level to both of you as he speaks.

"You two had no problem in that cramped closet. Koinu, why dont you see if little kitten is wet."

"King..." Eiji starts, Katsuki listens with narrowing eyes dissecting if it is disobedience or fear that causes him to hesitate.

He gives him a moment as your eyes return to Kirishima. You smile in his direction as Eji's heart beats rapidly.

Is this....is this what he wants? Does he want to share you? Does he want to share Katsuki?

Ruby eyes meet scarlet and the ash blonde stands before squatting to the red heads level.

"Are you okay Koinu?" Voice ever soft as he places his strong palm behind his red haired head and you reach out to touch Kirishuma's knee. Hair ruffled by a calloused hand while skin is being caressed by smooth fingers.

Something ignites in his chest.

"I...I'm okay, thank you Katsuki-sama, Kitten." Katsu smirks easing into his temporary throne, voice returning to that deadly tone.

"Then check to see if my kitten is enjoying our company my Koinu."

Kirishima hovers close to you, suddenly unsure of what he should be doing.

As if his hand wasn't half way up your skirt just downstairs. His hand follows the curve of your powerful thigh as it slips beneath the black fabric that drapes over your ass and your heat.

His fingers make their way to your core and when he discovers no restrictive fabric over your mound his eyes widen.

"Ah she must not being wearing underwear." Katsuki laughs, "I see you didn't know how much of a slut she was huh, Kirishima? Then again she never wears underwear with that skirt. Were you expecting to get laid?"

"No!" A mock shriek as his smile darkens.

"Then why are you up here with us kitten?"

For that you have no answer as Kirishima steals your breath. Still following the order to explore you as his fingers swirl over your needy clit with the ease of your own arousal.

"How does she feel?"

"Good." He breathes out, his other hand exploring your chest.

"Nice and slick huh? Easy to pound into. She's always ready to be fucked, doesn't matter how many rounds." Katsuki brags with a chuckle. Kirishima hesitates when you moan. He stops, swallowing.

"Continue but you cannot get her close to cumming. You won't know when to stop and with the way she moans you won't want to stop." Katsuki leans back, placing his hands behind his head.

Kirishima listens as he toys with you, leaning you off of your knees. Spreading your legs so he can better slip a digit in and out of you.

Two sets of eyes have your cheeks burning with desire as you lean your head back crying out with every gentle thrust. With each moan he increases in speed and you feel your core tighten.

Oh are you close, he's only a few thrusts away before fingers are ripped from your oozing center. You cry out, frustrated tears welling in your eyes.

"I told you to watch it. You cannot reward this brat until her behavior changes." Katsuki has Kirishima by the wrist now. He brings his soaked digits to his mouth sucking on Kirishima's middle finger. Your body mirrors Ejis as he shudders with pleasure. Katsuki brings Eiji's forefinger to his own mouth.

"Koinu, taste her." He sucks his own finger holding eye contact with Katsuki, "Good huh?"

"Yes Katsuki-sama."

"Good then you won't mind licking the taste off my cock in a few moments." He pulls on the belt on his pants and places it around Kirishima's throat, leaving the longer end in the front like a leash. He gives it a small tug and Kirishima groans, "I'm going to show you how to fuck her properly."

"Kitten, get into position." He snarls darkly and you obey as you move to all fours before lying on your forearms, pushing your ass up higher for your king. He teases you at first, pushing only the tip in having you begging after the third withdrawal. He obliges by sheathing himself in on hard thrust. You cry out clenching onto him as he pounds into you agonizingly slow.

You buck agaisnt him and receive a fist full of hair pulling you up to all fours.

"Kitten." He says lowly and you whimper, "Did you forget that quickly that I set the pace?"

"No."

"No what?" He stops mid thrust and you squirm. You catch Kirishima staring and embarrassment paints you red.

"No king." You moan, fighting the urge to fuck yourself on him. He eases into a slow pace.

"Koinu, come." Katsu calls and Kirishima's obeys, waiting next to him. Nails bite into your hip as a strong hand wraps over leather, thoroughly enjoying the power you both are lending to him. He pulls on the belt, crashing Eji's mouth to his own, forcing his tongue past sharp teeth for a battle he always wins. He breaks the kiss and both males are panting as you moan. The sight, the sound of their heated grunting kisses and the feel of Katsuki has you so close.

"You've been such a good puppy, that I'm going to change the plans. I'll allow you to help me us my slut." He kisses his lips firmly again, "Kitten suck his dick as well as you do mine while I fuck you senseless okay?"

"Yes king." You breath as Eiji comes into view. Slowly freeing himself and you cannot stop your want, your greed from feeling whole in two places. You take him all the way in, though difficult with his length, and gag just as Katsuki likes and Kirishima groans. Hands hesitant to grab onto your hair.

You look up at him, sucking his length as your moans from being fucking vibrate over the sensitive skin.

"Fuck...." He growls, fisting your hair as your head bobs quickly. He looks down on you with glazed ruby eyes and drinks in the sight of you. Cheeks flushed, eyes every now and again threatening to roll back and delicate mouth wrapped around his length.

The sight alone could have him come undone and when he watches his master pound into you his dick twitches eliciting a whine from you. You push him further when you pull on his "leash" choking him a devilish smile on your lips.

"Good idea Kitten." Katsuki praises with a smack on the ass before grabbing onto the belt and tugging on it hard. Kirishima gasps and the leather slaps your back, still working diligently to receive your mouth filling surprise.

"Katsuki-sama..." He groans.

"You're close already?" He laughs as a devilish smile plasters his lips, "She's good isn't she? Now Koinu has she been good enough to allow her to cum? She feels like she's been edged enough. She must love being used."

You work harder and faster, anything to get him to agree to rewarding you.

"Aaaahhh. Yes, yes she has."

"Well you know the rule, ladies first then we can paint her should we wish." He squeezes onto your hips as he begins to take harder and sloppier thrusts. He knows God damn well you cum best when he's about too.

And now to have the stimulation of two throbbing cocks inside you does send you over the edge.

Twitching, a moaning muffled screamed mess as tears run down your cheeks still trying to please the man before you. Your release sets off a chain reaction as your mouth is filled with what you crave before Katsuki sends you spiraling again with his own grunting release.

Slowly the three of you disentangle, Katsuki pulling you into Kirishima for a moment as he leaves to get a warm rag.

He cleans you gently, then deft fingers make quick work of removing the belt from a sore but happy throat. He looks at you both, palm behind each head and places the most stomach fluttering kiss on each of your heads.

"Now I've shown you how she likes to he fucked. When she's bratty just be extra stern okay?" He says to Kirishima as he goes to get dressed. His heart breaks knowing what his words mean but fire is lit in your stomach. You grab onto his wrist yanking him down onto the two of you. Ash blonde brows furrow as they stare up at you, firmly held by a strong masculine arm to two opposing bodies.

"You have an obligation to us, King." Your voice is all bite, all venom with warning that if he leaves there will be HELL to pay.

"Is that so?" He chuckles looking to Kirishima, "You agree?"

"I agree. You belong with us. This Kitten and Koinu might go wild with out a proper King." His voice is back to all confidence as it dances on the fringes of a threat.

Katsuki laughs harshly before kissing you both with breath stealing ferocity.

"Guess you always get what you want huh brat?"

[whosjunglejim4322]

Umbra | J.Seo (m) 2

》 Genre: vampire au! Smut, fluff, minor angst and mentions of violence, This story also features Yuta, Taeyong, Jaehyun, Jungwoo, Doyoung and Mark as his coven members, hints towards poly x reader

》 Warnings: dick sucking, pussy eating, Johnny lowkey being a soft dom, daddy kink....I know y'all saw it coming don't even yell at me, you almost get eaten by a bad vampire but Yuta says not on my watch, Jungwoo being THEE bestest boy, mentions of marking/biting, masturbation...this is nasty I'm sorry, this story also eludes to action based violence, guest appearance by Kim Jongin

Johnny's self control wilts down to almost nothing with you, a real issue when you're in situations like this, literally begging to suck his cock despite the fact that his immortal brothers are right downstairs.

"Please, let me suck you off, pleaaassse?"

You're too good at this, but more than that you actually really are that desperate to have him in your mouth. He can feel it all around you, like a current rippling around a vibrating force. More so, he can smell it. His mouth waters.

"Fuck - you're really really misbehaving right now," He clenches his jaw as if he's agitated but you know by the way he allows you to stroke his length, by the way that he grinds his hips along with your rubbing that you've won.

"You really want it that bad? Hmm?" He grasps your chin firmly between two of his fingers, eyes low like that of a wild animal while he gazes into you. Your fervent nod is all that you use to reply while you shuffle down onto your knees, splaying your fingers across the meat of his thick thighs.

"You've barely even kissed me all day Johnny, it's the least you could do for me." You're exaggerating about the kissing part, but your teasing smile makes up for it, so does your palm tracing the protruding outline of his hard on.

Your eyes are so big, so innocent staring up at him from between his legs and he can't take it. Not when you're acting as if sucking him off is something that is an act of pleasure for you, like you need it.

"I'm sorry baby, didn't mean to neglect you," His resolve has been completely demolished, smashed to smithereens as your fingers undo the button of his jeans. "go ahead."

He presses his heels off the ground and lifts his hips, aiding you in pulling his pants off of his narrow hips, along with his black briefs. You really are impatient, not even bothering to pull either of the garments all the way down past his knees and barely letting his dick spring free from the confines.

He lets out a hiss when you wrap your hand around him so eagerly, bringing your lips to the thick of his shaft near his balls and pressing open mouthes kisses along the silky skin, ascending. He cradles your face all the while, biting back a groan when you circle your tongue around his plum tip.

You hum while he slips to the back of your throat, his cock only halfway in your mouth, pressing against your uvula. His jaw clenches, fingers clawing at his couch and chin in the air with the way he's thrown his head back against the cushions.

He always forgets just how good your mouth feels, how warm and wet and soft it is. You're so sloppy in your gratitude, and it's so endearing, so sweet and nasty. You pull him out just to kitten lick the tip, and the muscles in his thighs tense.

"Oh shit baby, yeah," he pants, reaching out to move bits of your hair that have fallen into your face. You take just the smooth head past your lips, hollowing your cheeks. "juuuust like that."

You sort of regret looking up at him through your lashes and seeing the downright dirty expression he's wearing so unabashedly, tongue wetting his plush lips while he captures your gaze like a deer in headlights.

The eye contact causes a profuse flutter to swarm in your belly, the burn of lust seeping between your thighs and engorging your clit until it's throbbing. You whine, the sound reverberating around his length as your throat constricts around him, and you gag, saliva dribbling down the veins of his shaft.

"Fuck, be careful baby," he taunts, purposely bucking his hips, only slightly as to prompt the sound from you again. You oblige him happily, driven by the gruffness of his tone. "your little throat might not be able to take all of daddy's dick."

Need surges through you like you've just been submerged in ice water, the feeling starting from the tips of your fingers and toes, the tip of your tongue. It leaves a tingling sensation in it's wake.

Without thinking, you use your free hand - the one that's not wrapped around the rest of his length that you aren't able to reach - and slip it down between your legs, rubbing yourself through your bottoms. It's all too much and you're so wet, so lost in the way prospect of it all.

He sees you, of course, but he doesn't have the heart to stop you. Not when he knows how horny you are, how badly you need to be touched. Really, if it weren't for the fact that you're so jubilantly sucking his dick right now, he'd rip you from off the floor and eat you till you're raw - but that'll come soon enough.

He's content for now, holding your face while you swirl your tongue around his aching dick, and he can hear the squelch of your wetness as you fuck yourself with your fingers. His throat burns at the thought of tasting it.

You quiver, and he realizes the pleasure you're giving yourself is making you falter, and he coos your name. "Look at you," he sounds awed, high off of the moment. "I'm gonna fuckin' cum, keep touching yourself like that."

And you do, despite the fact that it's got you all wobbly and sloppy. But he's okay with you just suckling the tip of his dick like you are, cheek against his thigh while your tongue licks his frenulum. It's when you look up at him like he's the whole world and more and he can see just how fucked out you are, lost in the haziness of the act, that he feels the muscles in his abdomen tense, eyes going black while the wave of ecstasy washes through him.

You swallow his cum greedily, moaning around his twitching length while the sweetness envelopes you from inside out. He hisses through his teeth while you mouth at his still inflated cock, before the floor shifts from underneath your knees and suddenly you're lying back against the bouncy cushions of the leather sofa.

"Look how wet that made you," cool air breezes against your sopping, naked sex, and you realize that the blur of fabric that you've just seen tossed behind him is your pants. "your little clit is swollen and everything."

His index and ring finger form a v shape as he spreads your lips apart, marveling at the stickiness that decorates your folds in wet strings. His free arm hooks around your right thigh and with a simple jerk he pulls you just inches away from his awaiting mouth.

Only one whine slips from your throat before he encapsulates your bud with his soft, cool lips - eyes trained on you while he twirls his skilled tongue in circles around it. He pulls away with an obnoxious, lewd sucking sound before diving back in, and your fingers reach for the front of his hair where it falls in his face.

You wonder how someone can be so skilled in all departments, it's utterly unfair. His tongue is fast, avaricious yet somehow so precise, never concentrating on one place too long and always giving you exactly what you need where you need it.

Even the image of him between your legs has you jerking, trying desperately to fight the way your eyes are shutting closed. The sound you made must have been pleasant to him - you're not sure yourself because all you can hear is his slurping and your own heartbeat - and he chuckles menacingly, pulling back to admire your spit soaked center. He keeps the pad of his thumb against your swollen clit.

"Talk to me baby, come on," he brings his mouth to hover over your heat, teasing you will the coolness of his breath. His smile is toothy when you whimper. "tell me how good I make you feel."

You writhe, grinding against his face when he uses the tip of his pink muscle to lick at your folds, your entrance. "You make me feel so good, so so good please please, don't stop." This satiates him, his vigor returning while you feel two of his fingers abruptly slide into you, the glide effortless.

You're loud now, completely forgetting about the rest of the houses inhabitants - and he has to from there way he curls the two digits, massaging your spongy walls in a come hither motion.

It's just what you needed to be on the verge of bliss, eyes shut tightly while you lose half of the strength in your already wobbly limbs, allowing him to hold you against his face while he eats until he's full.

You manage to reach down and grip onto his bicep, flexing and bulging underneath your fingertips from the way he fucks his fingers into your hole.

"Daddy...ohhhh daddy, mmm." You're slurring on your words but he hears them loud and clear, and a sound so jarring leaves his throat that you manage to pull yourself together enough to look down.

It never doesn't cause an automatic reaction of thrill to surge through your chest, like having the wind knocked out of you. The inky darkness fills his eyes, waterline violently red and you can see sharp, white teeth behind parted lips each time he licks a stripe through your cunt.

The force of your orgasm leaves you silent for a moment, like being submerged under water and all you can hear is the sound of your own blood rushing through your veins, the outside world a muffled melody.

You're still aware that his mouth hasn't given up, even as you leak and twitch and pull at his hair with a force that would hurt a human - but it only makes him harder, more greedy.

The pleasure still thrums in your bones as you come down, muscles flexing reflectively from the aftershocks, your palm against his forehead finally convincing him to hold off. Gentleness replaces his covet, and soft wet plucks of warmth are being spread across your thighs, in between them. Then, against your lips.

"Are you okay? Open your eyes so I know you aren't dead." The boop of his nose against yours along with his silliness has you giggling suddenly, despite the fact that you're still throbbing between your legs.

"I'll keep them closed as long as I want, I deserve it after that." You state, feigning resistance while crossing your arms over your chest. He's Johnny, though, so you're not surprised to feel the ghost of his mouth against the collumn of your throat, his breathing deliberate.

"Can you blame me? You don't make it very easy." He kisses your jaw, down to your chin and then to your lips, and you succumb. Just as he grasps your face, you feel the tip of his dick graze your sensitive center, and your gasp has him smiling against your mouth.

He pulls away, pulling his jeans up fast - but not fast enough - and you pout seeing that his dick is still so hard, obvious and bulging. As if already sensing what you're gonna say, he rolls his eyes, grabbing your bottoms from the floor and slipping them past your feet, up your thighs.

"I'm fine, more than fine. It's just vampire stamina, baby." He smirks and you fight back your whine, not being able to stop the joyous swelling of your heart whenever you even glance in his direction.

Once your pants are on you curl up to his side, nuzzling your face against the firmness of his chest. "Why do you want to neglect yourself so much? Is having sex with me soooooo taxing?" You tease, knowing he's scowling at you for the implication at all. What can you say? You're a menace.

"You're silly, ridiculous even. If I put my dick in you now, we won't be done until the sun falls. I'd rather not push it," he strokes your arms, your back. You wrap your arms around his torso. "plus Jungwoo and I were going to stop by the bank and feed, I'll need to get you home before then."

At this you sit up, his expression neutral while you turn to face him. "Why can't I stay?" You aren't quite sure how he feels about this, his dark eyebrows furrowing slightly, as if contemplating, while his hands play with your fingers.

"You want to spend the night in a house full of vampires?" Anyone else who hears his tone would think he's upset, mocking your judgement even - but you know him enough to tell that he's actually just perplexed, curious.

"I want to spend the night with you, in your room. I know it may seem stupid but I just-" his hands come to cradle your face, lips shushing you with a gentle peck. The contact has you hazy when he pulls away.

"None of that, remember? It's not stupid, I want you here too, of course. But I'll be gone come midnight to go with Jungwoo, I know that no harm will come to you but I have to know that you're comfortable."

You stroke his cheek with your thumb, heart doing flips at the prospect of actually being able to sleep in his room surrounded by things he enjoys, in a setting that involves him more than it does you. You smile shyly.

"I'm comfortable, really. I trust you, and I trust your weird vampire rules too." You're being honest, and maybe it sounds sketchy from an outside perspective - but nothing in your body feel inherently afraid. Maybe it's Jungwoos warm aura despite being frozen and youthful, or maybe it's your own stupidity - but you feel safe, oddly enough.

"I have shirts and pants in the closet there, in the black drawers," he points to a door just to the left of you both, and you realize you completely missed it. "and I can order some food for you."

You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him again while pleasant thoughts about the evenings plans begin to fill your head.

You're not sure what time it is when you awake, the blare of the movie you'd passed out while watching playing on his flat screen. It's the only light in the room and between flashes of scenes you struggle to find your phone, grabbing it once it's in your grasp.

12:30 AM.

You sit up, stretching your arms above your head. Once you'd eaten the takeout Johnny had delivered, you couldn't fight the need for sleep, and you're a bit annoyed now that you hadn't stayed up a little while longer. At least until he had to leave.

You yawn, and it occurs to you than your throat is dry, very dry. You search your surroundings for the water bottle you had earlier, but your hand smacks the empty container and sends it flying - a sigh leaving your lips.

You shouldn't. You really shouldn't, this wasn't part of the agreement - wandering off through the house on your own, especially not when he's gone. Your feet are moving before you make a conscious decision.

It's not like he expected you to just stay in his room, right? He would have told you specifically, sternly. Plus, you want something to drink, hopefully they have ice, or water. Of course they have water, dummy. Your hand wraps around his doorknob, and the darkness of the home greets you when you walk out, dressed in one Johnny's shirts and a pair of his sweats.

It's eery, you'll admit that much. The pale, bright moonlight streams through the huge picture windows at the end of the hallways, and you keep track of the turns you're making as to not get lost. The floor doesn't even creak, despite the house looking so historically ancient; a mirror of their age, in some ways.

Once you've arrived at the grand staircase, you're confident that the huge double doors to the left at the end of the steps, is the kitchen. Or a dungeon. You'll know soon enough. You take a paranoid look behind you, into the hallway you've just come from and back down to the corridor, before making your descent.

It is a kitchen, in fact. You can tell even that much in the dim lighting, a huge high wooden table sat elegantly in the middle, lined with stools that look as though they swivel. In the corner you can make out the shape of a fridge.

You feel too lucky, giggling like a schoolgirl whos just found a jar full of candy in her teachers desk. It's a miracle you haven't been caught, but your thoughts are suddenly elsewhere when your fingers wrap around the handle of the refrigerator, victory seeping into your bones at last while you think of the ice cold glass of water you get to enjoy and-

"There's nothing in there that will suit your tastes, sweetheart."

The yelp you let out is loud and echoes in the obscenely large kitchen, your hand clamping over your mouth while the muscles in your body ache with the aftershock of your fright. You turn around only to make sure you haven't just been spoken to by a ghost, almost positive that no one was here when you entered.

Yuta sits casually, perched in a stool at the far end of the dining room table. His skin is like silk in the little light that gleams from outside into the room, and you find yourself frozen; despite the fact you so vehemently swear to yourself you're not afraid.

You see his head cock to the side, only his smile visible from where you're at, blinding and oddly menacing considering the context. "Don't be so shy, I won't bite." He coos, and you unthaw just a bit.

"I'm not shy, you just scared me." You speak quietly, slowly but surely moving towards the table, only a few seats away from where he's sat. Your answer seems to ruminate in his mind for a while, his lithe hands clasped together.

"What are you searching for, anyways? Hmm?" His tone is oddly soft, melodic like music traveling through the air. You answer him almost immediately, deciding to sit directly next to him in an effort to prove you're not intimidated. Even if it's a lie.

"I was just thirsty...for water." He chuckles and suddenly his features are clearer somehow, standing out against the onyx shadows. You can feel his eyes on you but you keep your head down, worried about slipping up.

"Certainly, after the night you've had," he's there one minute, in his seat and as still as stone, and then he's gone. Before you have a chance to gasp at the cool breeze that whips past you, a glass is sat in front of you, straw included. "It must be so easy for him to forget how much you little humans need for survival."

He's back in his seat and suddenly you feel naked, knowing that well, they probably heard, but forgetting that they aren't bashful about their thoughts. Yuta finds it fascinating, the way you're shrinking in your chair. You swallow.

"Why didn't you and the others go with them? Johnny and Jungwoo, I mean." You take a sip of your water, and then other, and soon half the glass is gone as the vampire next to you eyes you with his inquisitive gaze.

"I prefer less orthodox methods of satiating my hunger, blood banks are just too...diluted." You ignore the shiver that wracks through you, humming in response. He leans forward, further into the light, and you meet his wild eyes for the first time tonight.

"Your pulse is fluttering like butterflies in a jar," The corner of his plush mouth turns upwards, pearly whites on show. "are you sure you aren't scared?" His lilt is too imperceptible, and you're not able to tell if he's genuinely concerned or testing your ability to maintain composure under pressure. You steady your breathing.

"If I were scared, I would have run out the moment you spooked me in the dark like a madman." Your reply prompts a laugh to bubble from his throat and the sound is surprisingly gleeful this time, his normally menacing eyes forming into crescent moons.

"You are funny, aren't you? Tell me, then," he tilts his chin, raven hair falling against his cheek as he questions you. "why didn't you run?" His eyebrows furrow, and the genuine query takes you by surprise.

To be honest, you're not exactly sure how to answer. You aren't sure yourself, but you answer anyways. You're here, after all. Turning back around would be worth nothing.

"I don't really know. I think you're kind of...unexpected. I mean, I was told you guys aren't a lot different than him, than Johnny. But it's even more striking up close." You don't expect the truth to be so freeing or easy to say out loud once you've spoken, but you're oddly more at ease. The vampire is quiet for a moment.

"Striking? My my, you are perplexing. You're telling the truth too, so often your kind are deliberately... deceptive...how odd." He sounds as if he's talking amongst himself rather than to you, but his eyes still implore into yours.

"What do you mean? If you can tell whether or not some ones lying, then what use is it to lie?" You question, interest piqued. If his mischievous smile is anything to go by, he's willing to indulge you.

"Out of fear, lust, greed. Nothing unusual. It's only natural to tell someone exactly what it is they want to hear, especially when their teeth are against your throat."

Strangely, he doesn't sound as ferocious as the statement may make it seem. If anything, it's as if there's more than one meaning to what he's said, but you don't ruminate on it. You're not even sure how long this willingness to conversate will last.

"And vampires don't fear? Or lust, or covet." You're probably pushing it, but it's too fascinating not to. It's like being in a cage with a great white just inches away from you, as if it couldn't break through the barrier and eat you alive if it were hungry enough. The faux security blanket makes you feel invincible.

"Of course we do," his thumbs twirl casually, long black nails clanking together. "but you see, we are only living up to people's preconceived notions, aren't we? Volatile, bloodthirsty...why put on a show if you aren't going to finish it?"

You shake your head at the vampire, and he clicks his tongue. "That may be true, most of us do think that way. I don't think I ever really had an opinion, until I met Johnny. And even meeting you, of course you're all capable of horrible things but look at what humans do to others on a daily basis."

Silence follows, not awkward or tense, just the steady rise and fall of your breathing, his impenetrable irises examining you for a minute. You figure he's had enough of talking to you for tonight, and you press your heels to the floor in an effort to get up from your stool - but his cold hand is pressed against your chest before you can get move from your seat.

Your heart beats a total of two drums before you're suddenly pulled behind him, your brain trying to process what's just happened in such a short amount of time. He's almost crouched, nose in the air like a bloodhound while his hand reaches back behind him to keep you pressed against him.

"Yuta what-"

"Someone's....here."

A loud, intrusive cracking sound erupts through the kitchen, splinters of wood flying around the shield of Yutas lithe body while what seems to be violent hissing leaves the vampires throat. Your face is against his shoulder blades and you regret taking a peek to see what - or who - is growling like that in front of him - and panic fills your throat with bile.

The man is unfamiliar and you'd think he was a vampire if it weren't for how different he looks from the others - wild, crazed. His lips are pulled back in a snarl as Yuta shouts something at the creature in a foreign language, and your body shakes with tremors at the sight of the mans mouthful of razor sharp teeth.

Another blur bursts through the kitchens mangled doors, and then another, and another, and you don't know what else to do so you cling on to the back of Yutas silky shirt, unaware that the new visitors are some of the homes residents.

"Take her!" Yuta shouts, and your blood runs cold at the implication, the snarling still ripping from the creatures throats. You let go of him and prepare to run but you slam into something hard, nearly falling to the ground if cool hands didn't reach out and steady you by your shoulders.

You look up, and Jungwoos serene expression sends a wave of calmness through your bones, his voice soothing and steady despite the whirlwind happening around you both. Something made of glass breaks behind you.

"It's okay, I'm here to protect you but we have to go, now." You're pulled to his chest before you can object, getting just a small, nearly missable glimpse of the ugly creatures that Yuta and what seems to be Jaehyun - maybe Taeyong but you can't tell - are fighting off, and you suddenly realize just how scary vampires can really be.

It's like being in a car, a nice car that doesn't even jolt when it passes deep potholes in the asphalt. Except, of course, this theoretical car doesn't have doors or a windshield and you can hear - and feel - the wind whipping around you, whistling in your ears.

It's only a few more seconds, maybe even just a minute before his inhuman pace slows and you recognize the hum of an conditioner, the scent of alcohol and the padding of his shoes against a hardwood floor. He stops completely and your eyes are still shut tight, fingers clinging onto the front of him as though you might fall off the face of the earth if you let go.

"You're like a newborn deer, your legs are all wobbly." Jungwoo chuckles, amused and the sound of his voice breaks you from your fear induced reverie - eyelids peeling open to see where exactly it is that your boyfriends coven brother has taken you.

Violet and maroon lights glow around you, illuminating the place with a neon aura. It's a bar, from what you can tell, the stools and countertop and bottles of miscellaneous substances stacked on shelves behind it. It's pristine, you can see even that in such dim lighting.

"Why - what's going on? I don't underst-" Jungwoo shushes you with a finger to your lips, shaking his head as if to dismiss any of your worries before they come to a front.

"It's okay sweet pea, don't worry your pretty little head about it." You grit your teeth, but before you can offer any sort of rebuttle, the door to what you assume is the entrance you came in, swings open and a swarm of familiar faces fill the space around you, your eyes searching for Johnny in the midst.

He's not there, and your chest begins to ache badly with anxiety. This whole thing is confusing and bewildering and you're not sure what to make of it, especially when no one seems to be answering your questions, talking amongst themselves.

"It was a Lampir, a fucking Lampir." Yuta spits, chest heaving and eyes still black. Doyoung approaches him, arms crossed over his chest.

"We know why, the minute we get involved with a human those pests come to bother us." You see why the vampire had been so indifferent before.

"Hold on hold on, if it's a Lampir then it had to have been sent by Jongin. They wouldn't come to our home without orders." Taeyong reasons. You find a seat in one of the bar stools, lying your head down on the countertop.

"Definitely. Jongin is like, super old and stuff and you know how he can get - do you think he wants her?" Mark inquires too casually, your body alert now, and your need for Johnnys presence becoming unbearable.

As if your thoughts were as loud as your yearning, the door opens once again and a familiar head of raven hair is the first thing you see, messy and disheveled. You're on your feet and slamming yourself against him before your eyes even meet, and at once you're home.

You don't even realize you're crying until he's patting your head gently, then your back and down your arms while he cradles you against his chest, cooing in that warm velvet tone. "Shh, it's okay you're okay, I'm here. You're safe." He's reassuring himself, as well.

You sniffle, pulling away just a fraction of an inch to peer up at him, to confirm you're not going through panic induced hullicinations.

Warm, honey eyes stare back at you and you breathe a true sigh of relief, large hands cradling your face. Reflectively, the words leave your mouth.

"Who's Jongin?" While wiping a wet tear from tour cheek with the pad of his thumb, his expression sours, and you are suddenly fully aware that something bigger is happening, something that you've been left out on. he looks up at one of his brothers.

"That thing...he was definitely ordered." He holds you close and continues stroking your skin, the sound of his voice - even when laced with annoyance and anger soothing to your senses. A strange scent dances underneath your nose and it's only now you realize his shirt is stained with something black, like tar.

You remove your head from his chest to examine the front of his garment, wondering how you hadn't noticed it before. It's in this brief moment that you realize they've all gone completely silent, faces contorting as if they're speaking but their mouths are closed - eyes shifting back and forth from one another.

You back up a fraction of an inch, enough to capture Johnny's attention and his brothers alike, your eyebrows furrowing accusingly. They're hiding something. Your skin feels itchy.

"What are you all doing?" You glance from Jaehyun, who's dimples are on show as he holds back a laugh - to Jungwoo who looks as though he'd be flushing in shame if we able - and then to your boyfriend, who couldn't hide his feelings or emotions even if he tried.

He takes a step towards you, preparing to open his mouth but Doyoung steps in front of him, pressing a hand to Johnny's chest. "Don't. She knows enough about us." His tone is bitter, filled with resentment and your stomach lurches uncomfortably, your boyfriends fingers wrapping around his brothers wrist and flinging his hand off of him in an instant. His eyes are suddenly furious, and again, you're missing something.

"Stop this at once, you're being childish. This involves her now whether we like it or not," Yuta steps in, expression so fierce you shrink yourself, his voice authorative. You're not sure anyone could defy him even if they tried, goosebumps erupting along your skin.

"are you prepared to take care of the situation yourself? To betray your brother and harm his human mate? Or perhaps you'd like to hand her to Jongin with your own hands?" The fury in Yutas voice is unmissable, everyone standing as still as statues as he locks eyes with Doyoung. Your gasp from his statement isn't even heard.

How the fuck did this happen?

Doyoung swallows, lips turned downwards into a rueful scowl, backing away from Johnny and his elder. He sounds apologetic when he speaks, but you know it's for his sake and now yours.

"Of course not, I just think this is all a bit ridiculous. We haven't had trouble with Lampir's for years."

"Do they really make that weird screeching sound when you rip their heart out?" Mark quips at Johnny enthusiastically. You feel dizzy, steadying yourself against the bar, desperate to feel the cool marble against your hot skin. Everything is becoming too hard to comprehend.

"Hey hey, look at me." Johnny is by your side, examining you with featherlight touches. He pulls your gaze up by your chin, and you can't force yourself to give him reassurance with a smile, not even a glimmer.

"You h-had to...to kill it. Your shirt, it's all messed up." You stutter.

"Hell yeah he did, it was awesome - nasty too, fresh Lampir blood reeks." Jaehyun and Mark high five. You hear a faint, hushed 'Shut the fuck up!' from Jungwoo.

"Yes, I did kill it. It - well it wanted you. That's why it was there," he looks pained, walking you to a nearby booth and sitting you down, slipping in beside you. "Jongin is a true elder, he's over a thousand years old and Lampirs aren't like us. They're driven only by hunger and greed, they possess almost no humanity." He explains. Taeyong finds a seat across from you, taking over.

"You see, because of Jongins age, these creatures believe that he is their leader. They're feral, and we believe that he somehow got word of you...and Johnny. Someone must have seen you come over tonight and reported back to him that a human is being shared by a coven." You tremble against Johnny’s sturdy frame, Yuta moving in beside Taeyong.

"If you think we are selfish and vile, you've seen nothing yet, little bird," the eldest of the coven inquires. "If we are correct, he wanted that Lampir to take you to him. He probably even promised it would get to taste you, if the task was completed. He'll know one of his little soldiers were slaughtered, it won't be long now."

Your eyes are already wide and welling with panic, jaw slack. You're not sure what to do with the fresh wave of tension that forms an uncomfortable knot in your belly, Johnny's arms holding you steady as if it'll stop the tremors.

"W-what do you mean? Is he coming here?" You look to the vampire holding you and his sorrowful, agonized expression only confirms your fears. You just want to sleep.

"Yes. He is. We can...feel it." Gears start to shift in your head.

"And that thing earlier, all of you going silent like that...?" You question, lilt more aggressive than you intend for it to be. Jungwoo bounds over, and as always, smiles as if not a thing in the world could tear it from his bouyant face.

"We can communicate through our minds, because we've been together for so long. And since Jongin is an elder, it's like a premonition of sorts - but it's also kind of a given, considering you did rip out that things heart." He sighs at Johnny, and you rest your head against his shoulder, too tired and overwhelmed by tonight's turn of events to ask anymore questions, to deal with the flurry of feelings that are rippling through you.

"You don't have to worry, you are safe. We know how to handle the situation, alright?" Your eyes stay close, head nodding. "Just, one thing," his octave lowers and you can sense the importance of whatever he's about to tell you, looking up at him through tired eyes.

"If he speaks to you, and only if he speaks to you, call him Kai. He won't take too kindly to a human using his formal name." Your skin crawls further, not only at the situation but also at the fact that such a pompous prick is doing this to you, seemingly for nothing. Despite your disgruntled expression, you nod in affirmation.

"He's close." It's Doyoung, facing the door, slender body rigid. You stiffen in your seat and Johnny leans down to kiss the crown of your head, the only reason you're not having a full mental breakdown in the middle of such a situation.

"What should I do? Should we stand?" You whisper urgently, having no need to be so quiet but scared to raise your voice any louder, as if the vampire on his way may hear you and it'll entice him all the more. Johnny shakes his head.

"It's best to to remain neutral, casual. Even though he already knows we know he's coming." he remarks, worried eyes giving you a once over that has another round of questions at the tip of your tongue. Jaehyun snorts at this, following mark to the booth behind you both.

"Yeah, she does look like a treat doesn't she," he says it in a reflective sort of way rather than crass. This still doesn't help your nerves, or the sudden feeling of being naked. "If he doesn't already know she's involved with you, her scent will definitely give it away. She'd have his mouth watering from a mile away-"

A harsh smack lands to the back of Jaehyuns head and he winces in faux pain, rubbing his burning scalp. Jungwoo curses him, muttering something in that same language that you don't understand, what looks so be a scold.

Knock knock knock.

The sound has you cold, still in your seat while the door handle is twisted, from the other side, slowly and deliberately, as if to draw this uncomfortable moment out even longer.

"Not going to invite me in?" The voice is musical and chastising, feigning offense. The door is then pulled open and a figure waltzes through the threshold, elegant and poised with his hands behind his back. His clothing is the first thing you notice, ostentatious and regal, purposely.

"Pardon our lack of hospitality, we unfortunately had to kill one of your pets." Yuta stands, and leisurely strolls towards the bronze, man and you realize that Yuta must be the only one old enough to address him so informally. The others stay put.

"Hmm....what a pity, I must say. I see your plaything is here," His dark eyes flit towards you like a snake, and his gaze is something you can't avoid. It's not like the others, this time it's like a magnetized force, and your body feels as if it's been pumped with morphine, though you're still very much conscious and aware. "come, I'd like to get a good look at you."

"Please, don't do that." Johnny growls, and the beautiful man chuckles, a lively sound that matches his youthful exterior, the malice hidden underneath such a pleasant mask.

"She hasn't been tainted with your blood, I see. Her mind is still susceptible...how very intriguing." The vampire tilts his head curiously, tapping his foot impatiently. "must I ask again?" The tension is only adding to his fascination and he breaks eye contact to glance at Yuta, enough time for you to squeeze Johnny's hand and give him a reassured nod.

It won't do anyone any good to sit here and defy the man anyways, and you aren't as scared as you should be, as always. Whatever happens, happens. Though you're confident that it won't be without a fight from the six other vampires in the room. Maybe minus Doyoung.

Johnny looks even more agonized than before, reluctantly slipping from the booth, hand still in yours as he allows you to walk towards Jongin. Kai. Call him Kai. Only if he speaks to you. Your boyfriends word repeats like a mantra as the excitment rolls off of Kai in rivulets.

Once in front of him he stares at Johnny's hand in yours, and the touch is abruptly gone, arm swinging lonesome by your side. Kai is tall, and his energy is as captivating as it is terrifying, in many ways. Knowing he sent that creature than almost attacked you earlier...

The breath leaves your lungs as the vampires smooth, golden face appears in front of your face in just one blink of your eyes, before he moves it to the side of your neck - hovering his nose over your throat.

Your pulse is hammering but there's nothing you can do about it, even as he takes a deep and dramatic inhale before blowing cold air against your skin. He hums, a content sound.

"It's so strange...surely if you're associating yourself with seven vampires you'd be at least a little marked up," he stands to his full stature, supple hand reaching out as he extends his index finger and traces the apple of your cheek. You remain outwardly calm, steady.

"But you are just as perfect as a rose petal, aren't you? And you only smell of that tall one." The gears shift in his head and something in his irises flickers, as he glances towards Johnny, sending shivers down your spine. The whole room senses it, you can even tell and you aren't immortal. Kai's stare feels as though it might burn right through you, but Yuta's velvet voice distinguishes the burn.

"She's marked, they're just not visible. We haven't all had the chance to mark her yet, I'm sure you know how those bonds can take some time."

Your thundering heartbeat pauses for just a fraction of a second, the absolute unequivocal tone in his voice giving you whiplash. Kai's neat, dark eyebrows raise, in what seems to be genuine surprise. Yuta steps closer, as does Johnny. A presence walks behind you as well but you aren't sure who it is just yet.

"Marked...you say? So this human..." Jongin smirks devilishly and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, soothed quickly by Yuta's touch against your nape. The presence behind you is Doyoung, you're also able to conclude, as his melodic voice is the next to speak.

"Ours. The human is ours." His tone is so factual, so unequivocal that for a moment you wonder where these acting skills even came from. Not even five minutes ago he was giving you the stare of death, now he presses himself closer to your back, Johnny on your side opposite to Yuta.

Jongin tongues his cheek, utterly fascinated. Something falls over the energy in the room and it's oddly safe, the old vampires shoulders slumping only slightly, eyes still lit with animation.

"She must melt in your mouth, to be so fawned over by seven immortals. Hmm...if only you weren't claimed, this sure put a damper on things," He pouts like a child, one hand perched underneath his chin whole the other arm wraps around his torso. He takes a step back and examines you, licking his gums.

"I surely would have had my Lampir take you to me instead of ripping you apart for himself. What an unfortunate set of circumstances." For the first time, you're genuinely disturbed by a vampire, and Yutas hand soothingly massages your skin, ever so slightly. The movement probably wouldn't be perceptible to others, if it weren't for the fact that the room is filled with supernatural creatures.

"This means that the meaning for your visit has been concluded? Has it not?" Johnny asks, jaw clenched and teeth gritting together. You can tell this is winding him up, that the tips of his ears would be red right about now if possible.

Jongin sighs dramatically, placing his hands on his hips while he gives you all a once over, smiling wickedly to himself. "For now, I'll leave you be. This whole ordeal has gotten me so thirsty...I'll enjoy my variety for now. You all enjoy your little bunny," he extends his hand towards you, stroking your cheek one last time. "hope you're all at least giving her a break between turns."

Your skin burns hot and he giggles, twiddling his fingers in goodbye as he turns his back, expression neutral before he disappears from the room. The front door swings idly in the wake of his dash.

You let out a breath, finally able to think somewhat clearly as the blood returns to your limbs. Johnny's arm is around your waist at once and you're suddenly so used to Yuta's touch that it feels odd when he lets his hand drop, lingering for only a moment. You bury your face in Johnny's chest, relieved, as sketchy as Jongins behavior might have been.

"I need a drink." Jungwoo muses, and the statement brings you somewhat back to current reality, though you refuse to move from Johnny's arms. Your voice is muffled against him.

"Where are we?" You hadn't had the chance to think if it previously, too busy like, fearing for your life and all.

"This is our place, you're looking at bartender number three baby," Jaehyun boasts, and you're amused by the way he's so proud of it, Mark rolling his eyes. You look up at your boyfriend, incredulous.

"You guys...own a bar? Why didn't you tell me?" You're past the point of being angry, stupidly perhaps but after tonight you've realized that a lot of things stay hidden for good reason, as irked as it makes you. You're somewhat grateful that things are coming to light later than never.

"Yeah, we do. We own a few actually, they're not normal bars, of course. This ones Umbra, Yuta's." He looks a bit shameful, as if expecting you to be angry, or even sad. Deep down, maybe you should be, but in reality, you and Johnny have been so caught up in each other this past year, you understand how things have ended up this way.

"Can vampires even get drunk?" You ponder, and Taeyong shares a fleeting, humorous look with Doyoung, who smiles for the first time since you've met him. He looks like a completely different person, like that.

"Dude, yeah they can. It's kind of a vampire set back, imbedded in our DNA by whatever created us - after drinking a certain amount of blood we can get fuuuucked up." Mark explains with exaggerated hand motions, and you can feel Johnny sigh. You wish he weren't so abstinent about telling you all of this.

"It's a lot more than that." Taeyong cuts in, though your yawn has Johnny suddenly cupping your cheek, his tone gentle and soft. "Hey, there's a bed upstairs. Or, I can take you home, I understand if-" you yawn again, slumping yourself against him. Exhaustion is beginning to weigh you down.

"Shhh, I'm fine now. Wanna go upstairs." Your eyes are already closed and his large hands are quick to scoop you from the back of your knees, pulling you into his arms. You wrap yourself around his neck, breath against his throat.

"She's staying here tonight," one minute you're hearing the chatter of the rest of his brothers around you, and the next, silence is all you are able to perceive other than the low timbre of a pair of voices.

"listen I don't know if the house is secure, I wouldn't put it past Jongin to pull something. I don't want to leave her but-" Johnny sounds conflicted, the urgency in his voice perceptible even through the haze of the first stages of sleep.

"I'll watch over her. Jungwoo will be with me, Doyoung and the youngest can get everything repaired, there's enough of a mess to clean."

Your back meets plushness, so soft you're curling against it on instinct pleased to be met with a fluffy comforter, thick and warm.

"Listen I...I want to say thankyou, for what you've done. I'm only saying this because I could feel what you were feeling, and I know that it was genuine," you almost wonder if you're dreaming. You feel like you're eavesdropping on a conversation you're not supposed to hear, despite the fact that they're speaking in front of you.

"I'm not the most thrilled that the first human you've been even remotely generous towards, is the one I love or course. But I can tell she's safe, and comfortable with you. And that's what matters." There's a silence for a second.

"I can't pretend that I'm a changed creature over night, but I will say that she is somewhat pleasant to be around." You'd smile if you weren't already half asleep, faintly aware of the soft stroke to the back of your arm. Johnny.

"I could feel...her, too, you know. It's more than just seeing, she's not scared around you as I thought she would be," you wish you could the sleep that's consuming you, because this part of the weird dreamy haze has you a bit embarrassed, perplexed, even.

"Just keep her safe. Whatever she wants, that's what goes. I'm sure she has a lot of questions, and I'll be back in the morning to answer them."

This time, you're down for the count, a scene already beginning to unfold in your mind, the onset of a vibrant dream. Somewhere in the back of of your mind, your conscious tries to make sense of the picture, of what exactly it means.

Surely, your mind is playing tricks on you.

[aizawashoutaa]

ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ’s ʀᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ; ᴅᴀʙɪ x ғ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 𝟷.𝟽ᴋ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs; ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ɴsғᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs sᴇx, ᴄᴀʀ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ, ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ, sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘʀᴀɪsɪɴɢ, ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ, ғɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴅᴏᴍ!ᴅᴀʙɪ, ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ sᴇx (ᴡʀᴀᴘ ɪᴛ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʏ’ᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ʏ’ᴀʟʟ!)

a/n; this is a rework from my hq!! blog (@sugawarasbimbo)

The human mind was truly a complex thing. No matter how hard Dabi tried to make sense of your behavior, he couldn't bring himself to find a reasonable explanation as to why you were seemingly flirting with another guy across the bar. He wasn't even gone for five minutes, but you couldn't resist the urge push his buttons just a little bit. After all, he made it so easy.

He watched as you placed a delicate hand on the man's arm, a gentle laugh coming from you after he told what was probably a stupid ass joke. Dabi was well aware of your little plan. He knew what you wanted, and he was determined to let you have it, however, this just meant that now he could have his own fun as well.

With drinks forgotten, the heavy bass from the music reverberating throughout the crowded bar thrumming in his ribcage, and a sadistic smile on his face, he approached where you sat next to the man who was trying (and failing) to contain his excitement as you leaned in to whisper something in his ear. The sight made Dabi’s blood boil. And the fact that you maintained eye contact with him while you proceeded to whisper god knows what into the other man's ear just solidified your punishment.

His lips were pulled into a loose smirk, his eyes conveying every promised intention he planned to put you through made you falter in your smooth movements. Dabi never looked away from you as he came to stand next to you and the man you were currently toying with.

"Where's my drink, babe?"

"I think you've had enough to drink tonight."

You visibly pouted, flashing your puppy eyes at him before casting a sidelong glance towards the bar top, "I didn't even have that much yet, you're no fun."

The man paid no mind to Dabi, but was quick to offer to buy you a drink instead, an offer that brought a sickeningly sweet smile to your features. Your boyfriend scoffed when you accepted, his tongue coming to run across his bottom lip. You were in for it tonight.

He watched as you took a sip of a sugar-rimmed drink, clearly enjoying yourself. When the man laid a hand dangerously close to the small of your back, he broke his façade. A quick hand slapped away the man's touch, and he leaned down to whisper into your ear, his lips grazing across the shell of delicate skin, "I think it's about time we go home, don't you, babygirl?"

That was your code. You couldn't deny the heat that filled your abdomen, sending small jolts to your core at the mere thought of what he may do. All you do, though, is sigh a little before shrugging with faux indifference. "I suppose we could head out."

You didn't miss the disappointment that flashed across the other man's face as he watched your boyfriend wrapped his arm securely around your waist. It would've been foolish of you to think Dabi would actually wait until you got home to teach you your lesson. As soon as you made it outside, his arm fell away from your side. He walked to his car and you followed closely behind him, anticipation building in the pit of your stomach.

"Get in the back, now."

You obeyed, watching as he cast a single glance over his shoulder before opening the door on the other side and climbing in. He had your back pressed the corner of the seat and the door, his face dangerously close to yours and it takes everything not to swear under your breath as you watch him lick his lips. The small metal staples lining his jaw glinting in the dull light of the distant lamppost made your core clench around nothing.

Dabi brought a hand to cup your chin gently, titling it ever so slightly before leaning in to plant warm kisses against the soft flesh of your neck. He alternated between gentle pecks and bites across your throat. Your thighs came together, working to gain any sort of friction. The man above you chuckled at the vain attempt of satisfaction. He brought his face up to stare into your eyes, his other hand between your legs, fingers slipping beneath the material of your skirt to rub circles against your clit, scrutinizing you when a stifled moan left your lips.

A soft whimper came from your chest as he pulled his hand away to rest on your hip. "You really think a brat like you should get any satisfaction after behaving like a slut in there? Hm?" He groped at your breast, groaning when he realized you weren't wearing a bra. "Damn, you didn't even wear a bra. What a whore." His words tickled your lips, his own just barely ghosting over.

You moved to kiss him, but he moved back, eliciting a whine from you. "Please, Dabi. Touch me."

"I'm not sure I'm convinced, babygirl." He licked a strip up your neck, the warmth of his tongue causing goosebumps to form across your skin. "Look, at you, such a mess already."

You had to take a breath to steady yourself as his hand suddenly slipped past your panties, hissing at the feeling of his fingers against the slickness of your folds. "Dabi, oh my god. Please, fuck me, please."

"That's right, beg for me baby, and maybe I'll consider giving you what you want," he groaned. The image of you writhing beneath him, begging for him to touch had him going feral, but he keeps his composure. You still have a lesson to learn, he's can't have his way with you just yet.

"Please, baby, please fuck me. I want you inside of me, only you can make me come. Please make me come, Dabi," you begged, wanton needs slipping out of your mouth with such desire it left you reeling.

Your wish became his pleasure as you felt two fingers easily slip into you. The sudden addition left you clenching around his digits with breathless moan. Dabi groaned at the feeling of his fingers being sucked in further, lewd sounds filling the cab of the car as he pumped them in and out of you.

Your head rolled back onto the headrest, your eyes watching Dabi became obsessed with how you looked wrapped around his fingers. "Your cunt is always so tight for me," he bit his lip, watching as your chest heaved with a particular flick of his fingertips, "such a pretty little cunt."

You were close, so close. You could feel your thighs begin to shake with every stroke of his fingers deep within you, hitting the spot that leaves you seeing white. The sensation quickly becomes overwhelming as his movements sped up, causing a loud string of moans and curses to leaves your lips as your orgasm hit you like a wave. High pitched, breathy whimpers of his name left your swollen lips.

"That's it babygirl, you look so pretty when you come. I want to see you do it again." He leans down, allowing his lips to finally meet your own in a heated clash of tongues as he licked into your mouth. "Fuck, the things you do to me."

You could hear the sound of his belt hitting the floor of the car. He pulled you down so you were laying with your back pressed against the seat, the cramped space making it difficult to maneuver with ease. He hovered above you, his hand anchored by you head to support him as the other shoved his pants to the middle of his thighs. He brought his lips down to yours again, this time kissing you with such tenderness it took the air out of your lungs. "You gonna take my cock like a good little slut?"

"Yes, please, Dabi. Fuck me."

He kisses you as he pushes in slowly. The stretch always left you breathless, the pleasure of feeling full clouding every one of your senses until all you could think about was being filled by Dabi. A broken gasp left your lips when he bottomed out, planting an openmouthed kissed against your throat and chest, sucking on the spot as he gently began to rock into you.

"F-Fuck, baby."

He anchored himself above you, watching you come undone below him. "That's it, babygirl. Tell me who owns this pussy."

You could still feel the effects of your first orgasm building into a second one, the feeling alone making you moan loudly. A slap to you thigh brought you back to Dabi’s gaze. You threw your head back as he hit that perfect spot inside you. You moaned unabashedly, "You do… Ah! You own this pussy!"

Dabi groaned as you clenched around his dick, making him bite his lip. "Yeah, this pussy is all mine, right, baby? No one else's?"

"No!" You cry, the pleasure running through your veins, coating your tongue as you gripped at his shoulders, "It's all yours, only yours!"

Your boyfriend slammed his hips into yours with such a force you were sure the car was shaking. The condensation that had built up on the windows dripped onto the floor as Dabi’s hand was pressed against the cool glass, his own high approaching at a dangerous pace.

His other hand came to circle your clit mercilessly, the sudden sensation enough to snap the coil in your stomach. You came around his cock with a broken moan. He didn't last much longer as your walls clenched almost painfully around him. With a guttural groan, he pulled out, painting your thighs with thick white stripes of his release.

Heavy breathing filled the car as your both came down from your highs. You looked at the come on your legs. With a smirk on your face, you collected some of the liquid on your finger, making sure to maintain eye contact with your boyfriend as you brought it to your lips.

"Holy shit, babygirl, you're going to be the death of me."

[terrifictomholland]

changing the rules - tom holland x reader

Word count: 4.5K

Warnings: SMUT! Curse words - I think that’s it? If not please let me know! 

Summary: You and Tom have been sleeping with each other for a few months now, is that all you'll ever be or will the two of you be more? Featuring a side dish with Tom in a hoodie and backwards cap.

A huge, huge thank you to @worldoftom​ for helping and editing with this tiny beast! Your work doesn’t go unnoticed  ♡  and to all of you who have been so kind and wanted another part to this story - this is for you and I hope you enjoy it.

This story is 18+

                                                       ～ ♡ ～

It had been a few months of you and Tom hooking up and you were now dancing along the very precarious line of what the hell are we doing? You knew, in your heart of hearts, that you were slowly but surely developing feelings for him. 

Tom with his quick wit, sharp tongue yet silky smooth with his words and touches. His passion and ambition to be the best he could be. But what truly captured you was his heart - he had a heart of gold with a generosity and compassion unlike anyone else you’d ever met before. 

He made you want to be the best version of yourself always, to always strive to be just that little bit kinder to strangers, to reach out more frequently to your loved ones and to check in on them. 

He brought out the best in you and you could only hope you brought out something similar in him. 

Neither of you had breached the topic of what you were, but the last few times you’d hooked up, you just knew he felt it too. But you were both too scared on how to bring it up, too scared of rubbing this balance and this friendship you’d built up in fear of ruining it all. 

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, bringing you back to the present. You pulled up to the frat house where Tom lived with his friends, then opened a text from him.

Tom: Where are you? 😘  

You: Coming now! Will you be the one doing the keg? 😘 

Tom: Ha ha, hilarious. Get your ass inside I wanna see you!  

Your face burned reading that, but it made the butterflies in your stomach flutter around in there and in a way that calmed you down. 

You: Nah, I think I’ll just stay out here - the view is much better here anyway 😉

Tom: Come inside and I’ll be the judge of that - bet you’re looking all kinds of gorgeous tonight babe 😘

You grinned to yourself and amped yourself up before you walked up the pathway to the front door, giving yourself one final inward pep-talk before you opened the door. 

In there, you were greeted with throes of bodies, undulating to the rhythm of the music, the bass loud enough to reverberate through your whole body. Swarmed by the smell of all of the alcohol. Red paper cups wherever you looked. 

You greeted a few people you had started getting to know lately, a few of your study buddies were there too which put you at ease. Before long, you’d gotten out into the kitchen where it was less crowded and you could actually hear your own thoughts again - but alas, it was a frat house and you’d seen at least four different couples making out, verging on having sex in plain view. 

You let your eyes linger on one of those couples now before you finished mixing your drink. Taking a sip to see if it was perfect, you felt the hair at the back of your neck stand up. 

Tom.

 You could feel his presence behind you and the familiar scent of his cologne, even from a slight distance. The smile formed on your face before you even turned around to face him as he leaned against the counter, his own drink in hand. 

“See I was right,” he said and you took another sip of your drink. 

“About?” 

“That you’re looking gorgeous.” He pushed himself away from the counter moving closer to you and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face when he got inside of your personal space. His body pressing up against yours, feeling his heat radiate into your own.

“Hey.” His fingers slid under your top, caressing your bare hip - such a gentle yet intimate touch that made you crave more.

“Hey you.” You grinned up at him before he closed the gap kissing you, lips slotting seamlessly against your own. No real heat or anything behind it, simply a really fucking nice kiss.

“I’m glad you came.” He broke the kiss and you kept smiling. 

“I’m glad I came too - which, I’m hoping I’ll get to do a lot of tonight,” you said cheekily, and it didn’t take him long to catch on to what you were insinuating.

“You will, don’t you worry - I always take care of you, don’t I?” 

“You do,” you agreed as heat rose to your cheeks as you remembered just how well he took care of you. He laughed seeing the way you went flustered, no doubt thinking back on your good times together. 

“So you know how we’ve been talking about stuff we wanna do right?” he ventured, meeting your gaze looking a little nervous.

“Yeah?” 

“How would you feel about a little… exhibition?” Your heart swooped down to your stomach hearing that and the blood rushed to your ears seeing the way he licked his lips. 

“How do I feel about it? I say it’s a huge turn-on - you know it is.” You glowed and he smirked.

“Wanna go?” 

“Where to?” Your hand slipped into his hand immediately, letting him know you’d follow him willingly anywhere. 

“You’ll see.” He was already dragging you toward the door. It made you even more intrigued and just that little bit more turned on the further you got from the frat house.

“Tom, where are we even going?” you asked exasperated once the two of you had been walking for a good ten minutes, making idle conversation as you went.

“So impatient, aren’t you, hm?” He chuckled, making you pout and also feel that stir of something electrifying run inside of your veins hearing that teasing lilt to his voice.

“Yes!” 

“Well, we’re here,” he said and promptly stopped outside of… the football pitch?

It only took you a few seconds to gather why you were there and you gaped at him. “Tom…” You began feeling all sorts of things, mostly the rush of adrenaline and the thought of being here now, for anyone to possibly walk by and catch the two of you. 

“Hmm?” He wore a shit-eating grin on his face pulling you into him as he led you further out on the pitch.

“No one’s gonna be here - they’re all at the party,” he assured, placing his hands on your hips and leaving soft kisses all along your jaw.  “Relax.”

You sighed  feeling his talented lips on your jaw move further down to your neck. Lips skimming over your pulse point making it jump as he bit down and a soft moan fell from your lips. You threaded your fingers in his hair, gently pulling on it.

“Take me, Tom.” 

“With pleasure.” He smirked against your skin. It wasn’t long before your clothes were shed on the ground and Tom began lifting his hoodie up.

“No, that stays on,” you said as you brought your hand out, placing it on his chest to stop him from removing it further. 

He looked down at your hand. “We’re doing this again?” He chuckled in a raspy voice and it was doing things to you. 

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it,” you admitted, watching him with a sultry look. He sucked in a breath when he saw your gaze and felt your fingers run up and down his clothed chest. 

“What the lady wants,” he said at last, making you grin and lean in to kiss him deeply. Lips moving together and tongues battling, it was turning up the heat real fast between the two of you. 

In no time he had you pinned underneath him. Your wrists in his hold, way above your head as he grinded into you. A soft moan leaving your lips when you felt his cock poking against his sweats, lining up against your wet entrance.  Your body arched up into him, letting your fingers dig into his shoulders.

“Take off your fucking sweats, I wanna feel you,” you moaned, running your hands from his back down to his ass, giving it a squeeze hearing him let out a muffled laughter. 

“Oh so you want me out of my sweats at least?” 

“Tooom.” 

He chuckled hoarsely and quickly shucked off his sweats and boxers. You glanced down and ran your tongue over your lips seeing his hard cock already leaking.

“Take a picture, pretty girl, it’ll last longer.”

“I’ll do no such thing. What I will do however, is put that inside me,” you blinked your eyelashes at him innocently, watching him clench his jaw and his eyes darken. 

“Giving me lip, are we, pretty girl?” A grin formed on your face as he uttered those words.

“What are you gonna do about it if I am?” 

“You’ll see soon enough.” His hands moved to your thigh, hiking it over his hip. Hand resting on the curve of your ass and thigh before he squeezed it causing you to moan and buck your hips against his. Both of your moans blending together at the friction.

“That’s - fuck,” He cut off when you did it again and you pulled his head in close using the strings of the hoodie to pull him down, crashing your lips against his. 

“Condom,” you mumbled against his lips and he tore away from your lips with a groan. You both knew it was in his sweats which were by his feet so he broke away, efficiently removing his body from yours and it made you pout and shiver. 

“Hurry up,” you urged, giving him an incentive to come back to you faster by playing with your own nipples. That always got you worked up, playing with your nipples so the moans and sighs that tumbled from your lips couldn’t be helped no matter what.

“Oh my god,” you heard his pained voice say and you opened your eyes seeing him frozen, eyes rapt on you and your every move. The small foil package in hand but forgotten as he drank you in.

It made you feel powerful as you did this in front of him, you’d never done this for anyone else, but you trusted Tom and you wanted to do this for him as your hand moved lower. 

The first touch against your pussy made a whimper fall past your lips and your hips bucked against your finger as you spread your juices all around it. Slowly sinking your finger inside of yourself, you glanced at Tom and it looked like he’d stopped breathing all-together what he was witnessing.

You moaned his name as you let another finger join your other one already inside of you. That seemed to jolt him into action as he tore the foil and rolled the condom on.

“You think you can just get away with this little performance hm?” His voice had a slight edge to it that sparked a rush of excitement and you couldn’t help but to shiver. 

“‘m sorry Tommy,” you breathed right before removing your fingers and licking them clean explicitly for him to see, a small smirk playing on your lips as his eyes focused on your mouth and fingers.

“Oh you’re in for it now,” he warned, and you couldn’t help your shit-eating grin now, hastily getting up on your hands and knees - tauntingly wiggling your ass in his face.

The loud echo of the slap shouldn’t have come as a surprise to you but it did, coming as a shock to the system. A surprised cry left your mouth and you glanced over your shoulder meeting his gaze.

“What? You didn’t think I wouldn’t punish you somehow after pulling that right now?” His gaze was full of mirth and it made you swallow thickly as you felt his hand on the back of your neck pushing your front down so that you were ass-up. You let out a small moan feeling the grass against your nipples as yet another smack was dealt out on your ass making you shut your eyes.

“Count em’.” 

“Two,” you breathed as he laid another one into you and you felt that smack harder than the previous ones, but it hurt in the best way possible.

“T-three--” Your voice was already becoming laboured and uneven by the pleasure this was causing you. Your pussy was starting to throb more and more with each slap he gave your ass. Sometimes it wasn’t even your ass he smacked, it could be your lower thighs too, or where the curve of your ass was.

“Six - ah, fuck. Oh god Tom,” you moaned, feeling him deal out two consecutive slaps and his free hand started rubbing your pussy.

“Goodness me, you’re like a fountain, pretty girl. Soaking wet for me, all from this?” His voice had dropped and you whined hearing that, knowing he was just as turned on now.

“Please,” you gasped when he pushed another finger in, the breath being effectively knocked out of your lungs as he began fucking them in and out of you. 

You felt your knees give out, but he held you up.

“I make your knees weak, huh?” The smugness could be heard in his voice and it just made you that much more turned on, but you wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction of knowing just how right that statement was.

“Is that the best you can do?” you sassed and you let out a yelp feeling his thumb press down on your clit, adding a delicious pressure on it. That was right before he started unrelentingly rubbing your clit in quick back-and-forth movements that made you forget your own damn name.

“I- ohmygod,” you cried out, feeling your stomach tighten and your legs shake. He knew exactly what you liked and how you liked it. You were moments away from cumming. He knew your body well enough by now to tell that as well. 

“Didn’t think I’d let you cum that easily, now did you?” He smirked, removing his fingers from your pussy and making a show of licking them clean. First, you gasped, then you let out a frustrated groan being so close to that orgasm that you could practically taste it, heavy on your tongue.

“No pretty girl, you’re gonna work for it.” He smirked, leaning back on his arms, lazily stroking his cock. When you turned around, you admired his figure, still clad in his hoodie and with his cap on backwards. Your throat went dry at the sight.

You didn’t waste a moment before you saddled up, straddling his hips and holding the base of his cock as you slowly sunk down on him.

“Fuck,” he punched out, gritting his teeth as your walls engulfed him. You let out a shaky breath taking a moment to adjust to him. 

“Tom,” you moaned, throwing your head back with your hands on his shoulders as his hands moved to your hips to stabilize and help you bounce on him.

“Taking my cock so well,” he grunted, moving forward so that he could press kisses all along your neck and collarbone. You began rocking your hips, feeling bursts of pleasure through your whole body.

“Such a gorgeous neck - kinda wanna choke you when you cum all over my cock.” That drew a nothing short of pornographic moan from your lips when his words registered.

“Please, please,” you whimpered, rocking your hips desperately against him, taking him further. He let out a curse and gripped your ass helping you move as he started thrusting his hips and all you were able to do now was hold on and enjoy the ride - literally.

“Oh fuck yes, right there Tom!” you cried out when he angled his hips and thrusted particularly hard, finding your spot and your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

“You’re amazing, feel so tight all around my cock,” he grunted and you moaned louder, nicking his cap off of him to put it on your own head - backwards of course.

The corner of his mouth lifted up in a smirk seeing you in the cap. “Looks so much better on you, pretty girl - next time, maybe it should be you wearing my hoodie and cap when we fuck.” 

“Next time, hm?” 

“You bet your ass there’s gonna be a next time.” It made those damned butterflies come swooping in your belly at the prospect of doing this again with him.

“Aw hell yeah.” You grinned leaning forward to kiss him fervently as he held you tightly onto his chest. His hips never stopped, set on a maddening pace so that all you could do was cling to him even tighter as he rocked your world.

“I-I’m- oh fuck, I’m close,” you moaned when his hand left your ass and sneaked to your front, rubbing your clit. This was all too much for you, the edging from before, the way he was filling you up and the noises he was making. It was only adding to your eminent orgasm, just waiting to engulf you like an open flame. You felt it in the way your stomach tightened and clenched, the way your thighs were shaking.

“Cum for me pretty girl, want to feel you cum all over my cock. I wanna be the one to make you cum so good no one else will ever be good enough,” he growled in your ear, and you cried out feeling one of his hands come up to your neck and give it a light squeeze. 

You let out a choked out sob as your toes curled and you came like a fucking rocket. It was all white-noise by this point as sweat covered your entire body in a thin sheen as you squeezed down on his cock, body shaking from the force of your orgasm. 

“Fuck me, you’re so gorgeous when you cum,” he grunted and you could feel his sloppy thrusts before he came with a loud moan, which just sounded oh-so sexy coming from him. 

“Mmh, fill me up Tommy,” you moaned as you bit down on his earlobe hearing him groan-giggle.

You removed your face from his neck staring at him completely exhausted with an amused look, “That tickles,” he laughed, collapsing on the ground and you snorted laying down on top of him, propping yourself up on your elbows with him still inside of you.

“That was… out of this world,” you sighed happily staring into his eyes. 

“It was pretty fucking incredible.” He smiled, wiping his forehead from the sweat. He was about to say something else entirely when the sprinklers came on, setting a fire underneath both of your asses in collecting your clothes and belongings.

“Fuck!” he shout-laughed as the two of you got dressed. You couldn’t help but to laugh your ass off as the two of you got more and more soaked by the second.

“Oh my god, what if someone saw us,” you giggled, slapping a hand over your mouth as you looked around, just as he took your hand breaking out into a sprint. 

“No one’s seen us,” he snorted as you made your way back to the frat house, quickly and sneakily heading into his room to grab some clothes before the two of you snuck into the bathroom across the hallway.

“Please lock the fucking door,” you panted as you regained your breath. He grinned locking the door so that you could hear it. “Thanks.” 

“Do you uh - wanna go first?” he asked, turning shy and awkward for the first time tonight. You felt your own cheeks heat up.

“Why don’t we just… go together? Not like we’ve not seen each other naked before...?” You trailed off feeling very shy suddenly. He gave you a shy smile as he nodded.

“Sounds reasonable, and an environment-friendly solution.” He winked, making you giggle as the two of you stripped out of your drenched clothes. 

“Are you always such an idiot?” you asked once the two of you were in the shower, the warm water coming in and pouring down over the both of you.

“I try to be.” 

You snorted and put your head against his shoulder shaking it back and forth in exasperation. 

“I can’t deal with you,” you giggled as he started to laugh at that.

“Why not?” The mock-hurt in his voice only sent you giggling even further. “I’m so cute.”

“If that helps you sleep at night, bubs.” 

“A night of fucking you helps me sleep at night,” he countered with a cheeky smirk which made you squeak.

“Tom!”

He laughed loudly at you seeing the indignant look on your face. “What? It’s true!”

“Shut up and wash my hair for me.” You turned around to hide your flush. A grin crossed your face when he sighed, but soon you felt him lather shampoo into your hair and giving you the best head massage you’d ever gotten. 

“What hair style have you given me?” You laughed feeling him play around with your hair. 

Tom giggled. “One you’ll never know.” 

“Rude.” You couldn’t help your giggles when he sounded so happy and pleased with himself. You always indulged him, he was your weak spot and so whatever he wanted he mostly got. 

“You look snazzy.” He grinned before he gently tipped your head back to rinse it out of your hair for you. Taking care as to be as gentle as he could and making sure that you didn’t get any shampoo or water in your eyes. 

“You’re awfully gentle,” you noted as you turned around looking at him seeing the way his cheeks turned pink.

“I didn’t want you getting anything in your pretty face.” You melted hearing those words come from him so you did the only thing you could. 

You stepped closer to him under the spray of water and placed your hands on his shoulders, gently kissing him, feeling his arms go around you instinctively as he kissed you back, just as sweetly. 

“C’mon, let’s go have a cuddle,” he murmured as he broke the kiss and you were quick to agree. He got out first, rummaging around for a moment to retrieve two towels for the two of you.

“M’lady,” he courteously offered as he handed you a pair of his boxers and a sleeping t-shirt. You couldn’t help your fond grin as he goofed around like that, all while you got dressed. 

“Why thank you, kind sir.”

The two of you made sure the coast was clear before you snuck across the hall and into his room, making sure that the door was firmly locked before you crawled into bed. 

You were used to sleeping in his bed from all of your sexcapades, but this was bordering on something un-chartered. You’d never spent the night just sleeping in it before.

“Do you, uh - wanna spoon?” he asked whilst rubbing the back of his neck, a nervous tick you’d noticed.

“Only if you let me be the little spoon,” you admitted just as shyly  giving him a small smile. He let out a little laugh, getting comfortable and opening up his arms for you to get situated. Which you easily did, feeling so safe and protected in his arms.

You ran your fingers along his arm, seeing the tiny goosebumps appear on the skin making you smile.

“Hey Tom?” 

“Hmm?” You turned around in his embrace so that you were face to face. 

You took a deep breath, feeling like you were about to throw up from nervousness and the amount of butterflies that were flying around in your tummy right now.  “I...I don’t think I can keep doing this,” you started, feeling your heart up in your throat, about to make its way out of your body.

“What? Why?” he asked, voice changing from something inexplicably soft to ...hurt? You stared at his bare chest, unable to find the courage to look him in the eyes at what you were about to say next.

“I… I- fuck,” you started, desperately trying to keep the tears at bay, but it was useless as you felt them pool. “I like you Tom, more than being just your fuck buddy.” 

There. It was out, too late to take it back. All you could do now was wait for what he’d say and hope he’d let you down easy. 

“Pretty girl…” he started and you couldn’t hold it in any longer as an ugly sob tore from your throat, hands coming up to cover your face and it just made you cry even more when he wrapped his arms around you and held you even tighter. Hands gently stroking up and down your back. It wasn’t fair - it really fucking wasn’t. 

“You’re gonna make someone so happy Tom, a-and she’ll be the luckiest girl o-out there,” you sniffled as your lip wobbled, doing your most valiant effort to be happy for him whenever he found that someone special. 

“I’ve already got her.” 

“H-huh?” You hiccuped trying to make sense of his words. Had he already met someone whilst he was fucking around with you? 

“It’s you, silly, I don’t know how much more obvious I can make it that I’m tits over arse for you.” He chuckled and for the first time you looked up at him. He gently wiped your tears away grinning down at you.

“O-oh, you fucking wanker!” you nothing short of wailed at him. Normally, you weren’t a violent person, but this was warranted a tiny slap on his chest for putting you through that.

“What?” He laughed pressing a kiss to your temple, unable to contain his laughter. 

“My poor fragile heart can’t handle shit like this - I swear to god, Thomas, sleep with one eye open,” you sniffled as a smile spread on your face at the fact that he did feel the same. There was no elation quite like it. 

“I’ll happily sleep with one eye open if you’re the one sleeping beside me.” He smirked and you gently touched his face.

“Do you really though?” you asked in a whisper, not trusting your voice quite yet. 

“I really like you, yeah - have from the start, I just didn’t know how to tell you… not really. I didn’t want you to think that I was only in it for the sex. I mean… At first it was, but then we got to know each other and everything just… changed, for me at least,” he explained, stuttering through his words, and you knew that there was nothing you could say to top that, so you kissed him.

You poured everything you had into that single kiss - every ounce of love and emotions was poured into that kiss, hoping it would be enough to convey what you felt for him. 

“I really, really like you too, Thomas, if you couldn’t tell,” you whispered against his lips, pulling him on top of you, letting him crush you with his weight as he deepened the kiss.

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Lay Your Weary Head to Rest

little fix it for the mess that is 15x19 and15x20.

lmao I wrote this at 3am crying and drinking a bottle of wine. I'm not okay. I'm angry. I refuse to believe this is how my favorite show ended. So I'm fixing it.

Jack brings Cas back and they all live a long happy life in the bunker.

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“Mhmm.” Dean rolled over as his alarm sounded. He pried one eye open to look at the time before letting his eyes close again. He sighed as he buried down underneath the blankets. He willed to be lulled back to sleep. Back to his dreams where all his family and friends were still alive. Back to where Cas-

“Oof.” Dean let out a grunt as Miracle clambered up onto his bed, paws stepping on Dean’s arms. The dog bent down and aggressively licked his face.

Dean couldn’t help but smile as he scooped Miracle up into his arms. “Well, good morning to you buddy.” He said sleepily as he gave him an affectionate scratch between the ears.

Miracle gave him one last lick before scampering from the bed. Dean sat up and threw on a pair of sweatpants.

Miracle eagerly waited by the door. “Alright boy, let’s go get some grub.” Dean said as he opened the door. Miracle scampered down the hallway, following the sweet scent of breakfast.

Dean was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he walked into the bunker kitchen. “Morning Sammy.” He called as he saw his brother hovering over the stove.

“Dean,” Sam turned to face him, his face brightening into a smile. His gaze flickered to his left before settling back on his brother.

“What’s got you so chipper this morning?” Dean asked, snagging a piece of bacon right out of the frying pan.

Miracle came trotting over and Dean fed her the last bite with a sneaky grin. He scampered away again, causing Dean to shake his head. “What’s with that dog? He loves food more than me.” What could be more important than breakfast?

Sam again looked over at his brother, an unreadable emotion clouding his eyes.

“Sammy? What’s wrong?”

From around the corner appeared a trench coated figure, Miracle trailing behind him.

No. It felt like his whole being was malfunctioning. It couldn’t be…. Dean clutched anything he could find to steady him,  which just so happened to be the hot stove. “Son of a bitch!” He cried, abruptly pulling his hand to his chest and cradling it.

“Dean”-

Dean couldn’t look up. Wouldn’t look up. He couldn’t believe it. He wouldn’t believe it. Because of all the times he had hoped to see Cas again…. well, this seemed impossible.

“Dean, your hurt.” Now Castiel stood in front of him, concern framing his oh so familiar features. “Let me see.” Cas reached for Dean’s hand.

Dean abruptly pulled back, finally looking at the figure in front of him. This couldn’t be Cas. He was-

But all doubts left his mind as he met his friend’s gaze. Those blue eyes, as deep as the ocean. As telling as anything. Filled with emotion. Dean remembered when they had first met, how cold his eyes had appeared. Now they were filled to the brim with unspoken words. No doubt, this was his angel.

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling lost as their last moments together replayed in his head. Over and over. Again, and again. The pain, the loss, losing Cas had hurt more than he would ever admit, even to himself. You’ve changed me Dean, I love you-

Dean was snapped back to reality, feeling like he was a million miles away.

Cas watched him with worried eyes.

Dean opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He closed it again, feeling silly and out of place.

Cas didn’t reach to touch him again, but Dean wished he had. Because he wouldn’t move away this time. He wouldn’t be afraid. Not anymore.

“Jesus, Dean.” Sam brushed past Castiel, pushing Dean’s burned hand into the sink and running cold water over it.

Dean looked down at his hand. At the angry blisters forming. He hadn’t even felt it. Not anymore. He felt- no. He wouldn’t let himself go there.

“Here,” Sam thrust a dishtowel at Cas. “Dry his hand off will you. I’m going to grab the first aid kit.”

Cas watched Dean warily, dishtowel gently resting in his hands. He watched the human for a reaction as he tenderly took the humans hand in his own. He began to wipe the water from his friend’s damaged hand, being careful not to cause further pain.

Dean looked up at the angel, heart pounding. Somehow, at some point, he had fallen to the floor and there he stayed, not even caring to move. Having his hand rest in Castiel’s caused an electric current to surge through him, rendering him useless to anything. He couldn’t focus on anything other than the warm feeling of his hand nestled in Cas’s. He swallowed again, focusing his eyes on their joined hands, feeling suddenly very, very broken. “Cas…Castiel,” He whimpered, I- “

Loud footsteps interrupted them as Sam came back with the necessary supplies. “Here,” He threw the first aid kit at the angel knelt next to his brother. No way he was coming between the two of them right now. It felt like they were finally on the cusp of something…of something huge that Sam had felt from the second he had met the angel. “Guess I’ll try and salvage this breakfast.” He muttered, not quite ready to leave the two alone.

“Can I?” Cas asked, his voice low and rumbling.

Dean nodded silently, biting his lip to keep from saying more.

Castiel was so tender, took so much care that it nearly broke Dean. After everything and-

“Cas,” He said, his voice hoarse as the angel finished with the last bandage. “I- “

Dean recklessly gathered the angel’s hands in his own. Quite quickly in fact, causing Cas to drop the left-over supplies with a gentle thud. Dean heard none of it. The blood was pounding in his ears as he felt the weight of the other’s hands in his own.

Sam turned off the stove, knowing it was time for him to leave. He left without a backwards glance, only hoping the outcome would be what they both needed.

“Cas…. I…you should know- of course I- “

Cas smiled, tears twinkling in his eyes. “Dean, you don’t have to.”

“Jesus Cas, yes I do! After…. everything….” Dean felt lightheaded as he stepped closer to the angel. “It’s just not fair to you…I…. you, Jesus, Cas you’ve changed me too. You should know that, because…. I…. I….” He couldn’t say it. Three simple words to string together and he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t say them aloud, not yet. Not for the world to hear. He took a deep breath before stepping even closer. He lifted his lips to Castiel’s ear, clenching the angel’s hands in his own firmly. Cas closed his eyes as the human’s breath tickled his ear, afraid of what he might do if not.

“I…. god damn it, of course I…. you stupid, stupid son of a bitch…. I love you too. I love you Cas.”

It was like the words caused a balloon to deflate. Dean collapsed against his angel; his body heavy with what he had finally admitted. Heavy, yet an undeniable weight had been lifted from him. He could finally breath freely. Felt like the wind might whisk him away. Felt as light as a feather. So, he clutched onto his angel desperately, knowing Cas was his rock in what felt like a windstorm. He lay his head on the others shoulder, clutching their hands to his chest. “God damn it Castiel, I love you.” He repeated, squeezing his eye shut as Cas wrapped his arms around him ever so tenderly.

“Cas…I can’t”- Dean’s voice broke. “I can’t lose you again, please…. Don’t leave me.”

“I won’t.” Cas murmured, his lips brushing the top of Dean’s hair as they knelt together on the hard, cold floor. “I’ll stay with you as long as you’ll have me.”

Dean let out a small choked sob. “Really?” He asked, voice as low as a whisper. He finally lifted his head to meet the other’s eyes.

“If that’s what you wish Dean…then of course.”

He couldn’t comprehend it. His brain was much too overwhelmed. “But what about you? What do you want?” Dean asked hoarsely, afraid of the answer.

“I only want to see you happy Dean.” Cas admitted. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted. It’s why I’ve always fought for you, with you. To know that one day you would be happy.”

Happy. The words reverberated inside him, seeming to fill him when all along he hadn’t known that he’d been empty. Happy. They were finally free. Finally, able to make their own choices. Free of Chuck and his wicked game. Finally, truly having free will. “Happy,” He whispered. “I think I’d like that.”

Castiel laughed as Miracle, long forgotten, nudged at their legs. The dog let out a quick bark, almost as if to say he was in agreeance.

Dean slowly untangled himself from the angel and tentatively grasped his hand. Castiel grinned widely as Miracle again nudged them towards the table. “Come on Sammy,” Dean shouted. “Let’s have some breakfast.”

And there, Miracle waited, ever so patiently for his family to settle around the table.

[ddarker-dreams]

Can I request head-cannons for Dabi, Shigaraki and Overhaul when their Darling escapes and ends up at an old friends house? Like the friend and the Darling had feelings for each other but never new until now and the Yandere finds them kissing? Idk lol just an idea. Sorry for wasting your time.

i found this idea so interesting that i went ahead and wrote mini scenarios for it!! yall get to watch shin suffer three different times LMAOO

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TW: for death, torture, mutilation

Shigaraki: 

Comfort and security have been rare in your life for the past few hellish months. Even now, as you sit with a blanket wrapped around your shivering frame; you can’t relish in your small victory over Shigaraki. It’s only been a matter of hours since you managed to escape him, and you can only imagine how desperately he’s searching. 

“[First], are you sure we shouldn’t go to the police?” Shin eyes you with concern, his lips frowning at your shivering form. Shaking your head, you take a sip of the tea he had given you earlier. The bitter flavor brings you no comfort, but the scorching warmth steels you in reality. 

“I don’t know. I’m sorry, I really don’t know,” you murmur to your friend, who takes a seat next to you on the couch. “I just need to… I need to get a hold of myself first. I can’t think straight.” 

Shin offers a reassuring smile, his hand reaching out. You flinch slightly as he places it on top of your free hand, being mindful of your fearful form. The pad of his thumb soothingly rubs circles into your skin, temporarily taking your mind off everything.

“I was surprised when you came to me,” Shin confesses, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m sorry if I’m being out of line. I’m just glad you thought of me. That you know that you can rely on me.” 

Your breath hitches, and you look away from his face. The blush lining his cheeks says it all; but you’re unsure of what to do with it. Before Shigaraki had come into your life, Shin had been someone you adored wholeheartedly. His charisma and friendliness attracted you, he was someone that was always so well put together.

“T-thank you again for helping me.” 

All you’re able to offer is your genuine gratitude. At this, Shin shifts in his seat. 

“Of course,” Shin graciously accepts your words, moving closer to you. Your eyes widen when soft fingers delicately touch your chin, prompting you to look at him. “I would do anything for you.” 

“Shin–” 

His lips softly press against your own, muffling the squeak you let out. Apart of you feels uncertain of what to make of this, but the other part doesn’t care anymore. Why should you deny yourself any comfort you could get after the nightmares you’ve endured? 

Fluttering your eyes shut, you shyly return the affection being bestowed upon you. For a few blissful seconds, your mind is relieved of your previous woes. 

That is, until you hear a crumbling noise in the direction of Shin’s apartment entrance. 

Pulling back at the alarming noise, Shin furrows his eyebrows at a figure that makes your blood freeze. 

“Hey, who the fuck do you think you are?” Shin goes to stand from his position next to you, only for you to put your arm out in front of him. Bloodshot eyes look from your form to Shin’s, Shigaraki’s form hunched over. You hear his labored breathing, as he stalks towards the couch with a sense of urgency.

At this point, a part of you knows there’s nothing you can say to convince Shigaraki to stop what he’s doing, but it’s not enough to stop you from trying.

“Shigaraki, please, don’t do anything–!” 

It’s too late.

His hand extends out towards Shin’s, wrapping viciously around the young male’s neck. Before Shin could even let out a scream at the sensation of being chocked, his skin turns an inhumanly gray pigment. Shrieking in horror, you spring up from your position as Shin’s body turns to a pile of dust. 

“N-no…” your voice is weak, eyes blurred by tears. 

Shigaraki turns his head towards you, pupils dilated and chest heaving. He watches as you press your knees to your chest, bottom lip quivering from anxiety.

“Come,” Shigaraki beckons, voice devoid of any humanity. “I’m tired of this little side quest.” 

Dabi: 

“Got room for one more?” 

The intrusive, lighthearted words are accompanied by a grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Dabi begins snickering as you instinctively pull back from Shin, eyes wide as saucers. Shin grimaces in disgust at Dabi, immediately putting two and two together.

“So you must be the fucker who’s been harasser her,” Shin growls, reaching into his pocket to reveal a switchblade. “Get the fuck out, or I’ll call the police.” 

The small blade gleams threateningly, pointed in an accusatory stance towards Dabi. Dabi’s hands remain in his pockets, not even so much as blinking at the threat presented before him. He all but ignores it, preferring to look over at your shaking form. 

“You gave me quite a shock, doll. I didn’t think you had it in you,” Dabi tilts his head, voice lowering with intent. “But enough’s enough. Come right over here princess, and I’ll give some thought to forgiving you.” 

After the time you’ve spent with Dabi, you’ve been able to pick up on the subtlest of nuances in his body language. To the untrained eye somewhat might mistake Dabi’s disposition for carefree, but you know better. He’s toying with you purposefully – there’s a concealed fury in his eyes from your string of betrayals. 

His patience with you is gone. 

“A-alright,” you pathetically concede, eyes stinging with tears. On unsteady legs you stand up, earning a look of confusion from Shin. “I’ll do what you say. But please don’t hurt him. I-I dragged him into this, he has nothing to do with it.” 

The pleading tone doesn’t garner a strong reaction, Dabi instead shrugging his shoulders at your heartfelt request. 

He waves off your feeble concern, “Sorry to say sweetheart, but you’re in no position to be making demands of me.”

“I’ve heard enough of this!” Shin abruptly stands up, firmly steeling himself next to you. Dabi’s eyes follow his every movement carefully, undoubtedly assessing if you’ll get caught up in a blast of fire from his quirk. In a protective reflex, you fling yourself in front of Shin; arms reaching out on each side. 

Dabi clicks his tongue at your interference. “What a bad girl you’ve been.” 

With that, he suddenly charges forward, your eyes barely processing the events unfolding in front of you. Dabi moves to your left abruptly, causing you to swirl on your heels. Before Shin has the chance to plunge his knife forward, Dabi’s hands grab Shin’s shoulder and wrist respectively.

A sickening snap reverberates in the air, accompanied by a hellish scream of pain. What is most likely to be Shin’s ulna erupts from the skin of his forearm, blood gushing out alongside it. Shin drops to the ground, clutching his mutilated arm while tears leave his eyes. 

A string of curses leave his lips, but Dabi responds by kicking him onto his back. Jaw agape, you lunge forward to assist your friend; only for Dabi’s hand to grip harshly onto your wrist. Hissing at the pressure, you twist your wrist around in hopes of freeing yourself. The movement only serves to bring you greater pain, so you stop momentarily. 

Shin’s cries continue on in the background as Dabi forcefully shoots you a chilling smile. The hand that isn’t holding yours flickers with blue flames, revealing Dabi’s malicious intentions. 

“I didn’t realize you’d be so eager to watch. Let’s see, what part of him should I break next? If you tell me, I’ll put ‘im out of his misery faster,” Dabi offers, making certain you had a front seat to the events that were about to unfold. “Probably, that is.”

Overhaul: 

“Please stop! This isn’t right, he has nothing to do with this!” 

Cold amber eyes glare through your soul, showing no sign of softening with compassion at your incessant begging. Kai’s lifeless gaze moves from you to your struggling companion, who currently has his arms twisted behind his back by Kurono. 

“What should we do with him, boss?” 

“If I recall correctly,” Kai begins, stepping forward to minimize the distance between himself and Shin. “One of our subjects recently passed from the stress of testing. This one will serve as a replacement.” 

“Go… to hell, you... monster,” Shin wheezes out, struggling to lift his bruised face to meet Kai’s stony stare. “[First] will always hate you.” 

The room goes silent, save for Shin’s labored breathing and your own rapidly beating heart. All the struggling in the world isn’t enough to remove you from Mimic’s tight grip, but it’s not enough to stop you from trying. The sudden emergence of the Shie Hassaikai was hell on earth, but one you were eventually expecting. 

Kai had acted faster than you thought he would, finding you after your escape in only a few hours. With his expansive number of contacts and manpower all it took was a few phone calls and orders, and here they were. 

Kai’s exchanged no words with you, ever since he and his subordinates walked in on Shin kissing you. You can’t begin to comprehend the volume of his vexation towards you, but whatever he’s feeling he’s keen on not showing it.

You wince at Shin’s words, realizing that the combination would make his fate even more painful than it would’ve been before. Kai suddenly holds one of his gloved hands up, in the direction a few other subordinates were standing.

“Knife.” 

The order is simple and to the point, and a masked individual brings him the item he requests. With the glistening weapon in hand, Kai moves it closer to Shin’s face. Before you can even let out a scream, Kai begins to steadily move the sharp end of the knife against the skin of Shin’s lower lip.

A bloodcurdling shriek leaves him, as he desperately struggles against Kurono to no avail. Kurono moves a hand to steady his face, effectively allowing for Kai to continue with the task he had started. As Kai continues his cruel task of flaying the skin off Shin’s lips, all you can think to do is close your eyes and pray it’ll all be over soon.

There’s not much more you can take of this nightmare. 

A few more excruciatingly slow seconds pass, before Kai moves back, scrunching his nose at a drop of blood that marred his white gloves. 

“Filthy,” Kai murmurs underneath his breath, a frown set on his face. “Treat him before he goes into shock. I don’t want him dying anytime soon.”

For the first time in a while, Kai’s attention returns back to you. Noting the puffiness of your eyes, it’s difficult to mask the irritation he feels at your compassion for this cesspool of trash. He begins to walk towards the door, you being prompted to follow suit alongside the other members of the Shie Hassaikai. 

“We’ll discuss your punishment in detail later.” 

All you can do is nod, feeling numb to the world as you return back to your hell. 

[yandere-wishes]

In The Streets Of London (Twisted Wonderland X Reader

Victorian Au)

Part one of a series, let me know in the comments who you think the killer is!

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Ghastly murder in the east end dreadful mutilation of a woman by the man known as the leather apron

"He killed another woman last night, father! How can you sit so idly by!"

The onyx skirt brushed up against the young girl's legs as she passed to and for across the room. Her leather gloves racked her (h/c) locks from her face, pulling them back in hopes that the thuggish feeling would simulate her frozen brain. "It a fifteen puzzle (1) even for Scotland yard!" she bellowed.  "Than what in the devil's name do you think you and I could do about it, darling!" Her father turned to her, his grey eyes caging annoyance and misery. His tone was right above irritated...her father was never a delight went he became irritated. Divus Crewel, known to most of England as the finest mind in chemistry and alchemy in the 19th century. His daughter (y/n) Crewel was allegedly following in her father's footsteps in hopes of one day becoming a female fetal in chemistry herself. Of course, that's what all of England thought, the truth of the matter was rather was quite different. (y/n) harbored no interest in becoming a chemist nor an alchemist, the young lady found her interest in a more macabre filed, the field of forensic medicine to be precise. Prying secrets from the dead had become her little habit and due to Lord Crewel's rather negligent parenting, the girl had begun to study her precious cadavers full time, taking classes three times a weak in Night Raven College's medical and criminal department. For her it was exhilarating! Having to dress as a boy and sneak her way around the dreary campus was just as exciting as tea parties at the queen's palace were for "regular ladies". 

"I bet he wore a Gigglemug (2) as he slashed their throats open!" (Y/n) the loud voice reverberated off the walls, it's heavy decibels hitting Divus right on his two-colored head. 

"Love of my life, sunshine to my trepidation, NO ONE CARES! God dame that stupid sociopath, he's making my life miserable by occupying your grisly mind!"

(Y/N) ignored her father's outburst, her short heels clicking across the wooden floor of her father's laboratory. Her brain tried to envisage the infamous East-End to no avail, all she could picture was filth littered grey streets with a woman's corpse lying in her own ichor. Even the killer was hard to presume, there was no bloody way in hell that that monster could be human! No living being could do such heinous deeds, it must have been the devil himself! No no, such thought where for the uneducated, the people with simple minds, no she...she was a lords daughter one who was enrolled -illegally mind you- at one of the most prestigious schools in all of London--NO England! If anyone could find his monster it was going to be HER!

"I wonder if he'll--" A loud tapping came from the closed wooden door on the far end of the underground chamber. "Oh thank the all mighty himself!" Divus professed, lifting his occupied arms to the invisible sky, spilling some magenta liquid onto the table. Carelessly tossing the beacons aside, Divus rushed to the door a chip little prep in his usually professional step. Swinging the door open with as much force as a child ripping Christmas gifts.

(Y/n) remained behind, slumping tiredly in her father's chair. Her untrained eyes scanned the chemicals boredly, wishing that the half-rat (3)  liquids would turn into tiny figurines, performing the event of the night of the crime. However, her bewildered thoughts where shortly heckled, by a pleasant young voice along with the ringing of her father's vexatious smoky voice. "Ah, Commander Ashengrotto and Chief Superintendent Shroud what do we own the pleasure of this unexpected visit." from the distance (y/n) heard some shuffling, abruptly jumping to her feet and straightening out her skirts. Her eyes followed the three men that trailed down the steps. Her father walking past to stand by her as Commander Ashengrotto and Chief Superintendent Shroud stood in front of her. Or in the case of Mr. Shroud, attempted to hide behind his superior officer. The grey-haired man, bowed politely, lightly taking hold of miss Crewel's hand in his leather-bound one and placing a fleet, feather-like kiss atop the back of her hand. Azul glared at Idia, the former's elbow digging sharply into the later’s side. Hesitantly Idia, folded into a clumsy half-bow before straightening back up, during the whole endeavor one could clearly hear the loud cracking over every bone in this spine. "Well..." Your father started, clearly annoyed at the murky silence. "out with it lads, what are you lot doing here?" Azul's ocean colored eyes stared as straight as an arrow into Divus's grey ones. "Professor Crewel, it may be best to send your lovely daughter out? I wouldn't want to taint her stunning innocence with this ghastly talk about gore and murder." His eyes spared a gaze at you, roaming over your figure with an amused glint. Before your father could answer you proclaimed loudly."I, my dear Ashengrotto, am not as innocent as you fancy me! I will choose to stay IF I SO DESIRE." From the side, you could practically feel your father roll his eyes. "Allow her to stay" Your father mumbled tiredly "The sudden shock of it all may knock some sense into this senseless girl." "As you wish" with that the detective became talking:

"We have reason to believe that...this Ripper or well "Leather Apron" as the news has begun to call him, is, in fact, one of the nobl--" (Y/n) gasped, her eyes widening with excitement. "REALLY! He could be living right in our neighborhood!!" A forceful smack hitting her head, it's vibrations sending waves of pain through her body. "Try and bot sound so excited darling daughter of mine. My apologies Commander, care to continue?" Azul coughed into his fist, clearly killing a laugh. "Yes, quite alright my lord. As I said we so believe the murder to be of noble heritage. As you may know, the Al-Asims are hosting a Nobleman's ball tomorrow evening I trust you have been invited." He paused in his speech looking from (y/n) to her father. Divus gave a court nod in the inspector's direction becoming him to continue. "Perfect! Well since you shall be in attendance I would greatly love for your daughter to ...how do I word this...Play bait?"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT" Mr. Crewel screeched, "I shall not have my daughter mafficking (4) in the streets as a wannabe prostitute to help capture a deranged and rather vexing murderer!" Azul took a step backward, his back pressing smugly against Idia's chest. Even (y/n) sted half an inch away from her father. "Professor Crewel please relax, I simply mean that during the party (y/n) could slip out with an officer, who will be heavily armed. This may cause the ripper, who appears to have a warped sense of justice, to follow them. Once he decides to attack the officer will shoot at him and that will be the end of the Ripper's reign of terror over London." Divus rolled his eyes "marvelous plan detective...except what if the ripper chooses to not attack then? And go after my daughter once she is alone, asleep in her bed! Or outside shopping with some absent-minded servants? What then?" Azul lips knitted into a tight frown, his voice dying in this throat long before it reached his tongue. The professor did make a compelling point. 

"Than we will send heavily armed guards around both you and your daughter until the ripper is caught." A dead, monotone voice cracked. For the first time since walking into the house either of the residences had heard Idia speak. His voice was so brittle and fragile that (y/n) though it would visibly shatter if any of them dared to respond. Even her father seemed too nervous to speak...an odd this for such a powerful man. It was Azul, who decided to speak first, unlike before his voice was low and decile no longer laced with that regal elegance. "Yes...as my partner just...um just...mentioned. If our plan does -by some unearthly phenomena- fail we will have guards circling you and your daughter until the ripper is caught and brought to justice."

It took the longest while before your father agreed. Of course, he placed some very strict requirements before officially "sending you to your doom" as he worded it. As the two detectives left you could hear the Shroud boy mumbling a string of "do I also have to attend?"

and "can't you catch him yourself?" as he left the house. "Peculiar man ain't her, father?" Your eyes tuned to your only parent, "yes yes, quite bizarre." His gloved fingers wrapped tightly around your wrist dragging you along up the stairs. "We have much to do if we are to prepare you for the Al-Asim ball"

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There was an unspoken tension amongst presumably every guest in the ballroom. all that swayed and danced, flaunting their pricey dresses and custom made suits, harbored a form of dark secret within their souls...no one in England was innocent but tonight, just for tonight there was one man who's guilt outshined the rest, one man how's hands where permanently panted with the blood of three innocent women.

(Y/n)'s back was pressed against the cool tiles of a stark white pillar. Her eyes darted from person to person, trying to memorize as much as possible about all of them. "Shouldn't a young noblewoman such as yourself be out there dancing?" ripples of dread and annoyance bounced inside the spoiled girl, who dared to speak to her in such a manner? She turned furiously ready to shout at whoever had just talked, only to stop short when she came face to face with the tall bored-looking butler holding a tray of drink parallel to his head. His grey eyes seemed to hold a dreaded looking, eyeing her curiously. Was this the officer who was meant to take her outside? Figuring it best to play (y/n) puffed up her chest a bit and leaned in close. "Do you have the money?" she whispered. The butler's face remained stoic, he simply sighed and muttered something to himself. "Madam if I had any money I certainly wouldn't be wasting in on the likes of you." He plucked a sparkling drink from the tray and reached to pass it to the young women. "Feather more I would highly recommend having a more subtle way of distinguishing your clients if you aren't too careful rumors may spiral and that chap...what was his name Jack the apron? May come to get you in your sleep." (Y/n)'s eyes widen as she gripped the drink 'It was him!' she thought, he was the killer! Before the girl could phantom out a reply the butler was already well on his way. She had to find someone! To tell someone quickly! She turned frantically trying to find her father or one of the detectives. "Hey, girly..." A low voice echoed from the shadows under the stairs. That must be the detective (y/n) thought to herself, she lifted her skirts and quickly marched over to the darkness hiding the owner of the voice. 

Something grabbed (y/n)'s wrist, it was practically cutting off circulation. "W-who are you?" the girl struggled to form a coherent question. The man's face was mostly masked by the dimness but his emerald-like eyes shown like train's headlights. "Are you just like one of those three gals? The whores that died out on the street?" (Y/n) heartbeat began to quicken, she was wrong that butler wasn't the killer, this man was. When she looked at his eyes again they were molded into a sharp glare.  All of a sudden the man let go of her wrist "Doesn't matter.." he murmured "I got other things to take care of...." His deep voice kept fading like it too was getting swept up in the darkest parts of the ballroom. "Do me a favor if anyone asks where Kingscholar is, come up with some good lie to tell them. Just make sure you don't say anything about me going outside. Aright dame?" With that the darkness seemed to swallow him whole, even his footsteps couldn't be heard as he walked away, only the absence of his suffocating aura. 'He had to be the killer' she thought to herself as she stepped back into the light of the lively ballroom.

Tiredly (y/n) wondered to the dessert table,  her brain occupied, questions married questions, and gave birth to theories. Which one was it? The butler, lord Kingscholar? Neither may be, although that would just mean that you were only on edge rightfully, although you wished to keep your cool exterior. At the dessert table, every single surgery treat seemed to glisten. Their frosting's danced in the bright light of the thousands upon thousands of candles. (Y/n)'s mouth watered as she reached for a particular red tart in the corner of the desk. As she outstretched her hand it came to gently stroke up against another's hand. Her eyes darted upwards coming into contact with a smiling young man with clover colored hair. "My apologies my lady" He announced as he dipped into a bow. Automatically (y/n) gathered her skirts before curtsying herself. "Would you like the first piece" he offered, (y/n) nodded as the man cut a perfect slice and swiftly offered the plate to her before cutting one for himself. "I do adore cherry tarts" he spoke, "My family owns a bakery on the border of the upper west and east end. I personally stayed late last night just to finish this tart." (y/n) eyes began to shimmer as she placed the tart on the table. "So you must have heard the girl who was killed there!" she proclaimed. The man's eyes went wide, nervous beads of sweat dripped down his scalp. "Why miss, I don't know what your...implying." His once upbeat voice dropped an octave, his bright eyes seemed to get darker. For a second (y/n) contemplated what to do, was he acting so bizarrely because he had witnessed the murder? Or had he committed the murder? Before the young lady could ask him anything further a pair of boys, one short with a nest of blond unkempt hair and the other quite tall and muscular with snowy white hair came dashing towards them. "Have either of you seen leo- err, um" the blond one started

"The younger lord Kingscholar?" the white-haired boy started.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I...I saw him head to the dance floor with a young lady..." Her tone fluctuated, her face compressed into an emotionless look, prying to any who would listen that her lie would not be called out. The two boys exchanged a worried glance, their eyes as wide as plates. "He's probably with Ferona's wife again" the blond one spoke, nervous giggles leaping from his mouth. The taller boy quickly bowed, before running towards the host of dancers, his companion soon following his lead. When (y/n) turned back ready to speak with the grass haired young man, she noticed that he was nowhere in sight. Vanished like the magicians in the traveling circus.

For the third time that night, (y/n) could feel her heart pounding in her chest. The treat of a killer loomed at every corner of this mansion, every man here seemed to -in some way- resemble the faceless killer. And worst of all her "personal guard" was nowhere in sight! Not to mention her father was most likely off with some nobleman's wife or daughter doing lord knows what. Tears of frustration threatened to spill from her eyes. Everything was going wrong, she was no inspector, she could barely keep her composure during such a time of ease.

"Miss Crewel" A tiny bird-like voice, shook the girl from her misery. Turning her head she saw a young boy no older than 10. His blue hair and golden eyes were carbon copies of inspector Shrouds. "Where is my bother?" it took a moment for (y/n) to comprehend the question. "If you are talking about Mr. Shroud than I do not know...did he even attend tonight" the question came out more haughty than she had hoped, the last thing she wanted was to appear as a rude wrench to such a young child. "Well..." the boy's voice trailed off "He was supposed to meet you. You are the bait, aren't you? He was the officer entrusted with playing the role of your client." The young boy's eyes dropped his cheery pure nature slowly morphed into one as similar to his brothers, gloomy and dead.

"He hasn't been himself lately, the matter has only gotten worst when Scotland yard began investigating the killer....he's so tense about the matter, almost as if the case was perso--"

"THERE'S BEEN A MURDER! SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE QUICK!" From the front of the ballroom two boys, one with red hair and the other with ebony hair stood. There faces where distraught sweat flew down their cheeks. For a fraction of a second silence flew over the crowd....only to veer into screams of terror and the ramped running of both lords and ladies. During the midst of the anarchy, you searched the entire chamber...there was no sign of Idia, nor Lord Kingscholar, nor the green-haired boy, nor the rude butler....all those you had suspected where gone...

Following the crowd, you and Ortho ran outside into the gardens. Sure enough, laying in a pool of her own blood with a torn stomach and guts pulled out, was a young lady no older than you where and right around her bleeding kneck a parchment note was pinned.....

Who do you guys think the killer is?

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—jealous (y.terushima)

warnings; explicit nsfw contents, jealous sex, car sex, dirty talk, some praising, light degrading, fingering, fem!reader, dom!Terushima, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it ya'll)

word count; 1.7k

a/n; all characters are aged up

The human mind was truly a complex thing. No matter how hard Terushima tried to make sense of your behavior, he couldn't bring himself to find a reasonable explanation as to why you were seemingly flirting with another guy across the bar. He wasn't even gone for five minutes, but you couldn't resist the urge push his buttons just a little bit. After all, he made it so easy.

He watched as you placed a delicate hand on the man's arm, a gentle laugh coming from you after he told what was probably a stupid ass joke. He was well aware of your little plan. He knew what you wanted, and he was determined to let you have it, however, this just meant that now he could have his own fun as well.

With drinks forgotten, the heavy bass from the music reverberating throughout the crowded bar thrumming in his ribcage, and a sadistic smile on his face, he approached where you sat next to the man who was trying (and failing) to contain his excitement as you leaned in to whisper something in his ear. The sight made Terushima's blood boil. And the fact that you maintained eye contact with him while you proceeded to whisper god knows what into the other man's ear just solidified your punishment.

His lips were pulled into a loose smirk, his eyes conveying every promised intention he planned to put you through made you falter in your smooth movements. Terushima never looked away from you as he came to stand next to you and the man you were currently toying with.

"Where's my drink, Teru?"

"I think you've had enough to drink tonight."

You visibly pouted, flashing your puppy eyes at him before casting a sidelong glance towards the bar top, "I didn't even have that much yet, you're no fun, Teru."

The man paid no mind to Terushima, but was quick to offer to buy you a drink instead, an offer that brought a sickeningly sweet smile to your features. Your boyfriend scoffed when you accepted, his tongue coming to run across his bottom lip. You were in for it tonight.

He watched as you took a sip of a sugar-rimmed drink, clearly enjoying yourself. When the man laid a hand dangerously close to the small of your back, he broke his façade. A quick hand slapped away the man's touch, and he leaned down to whisper into your ear, his lips grazing across the shell of delicate skin, "I think it's about time we go home, don't you, babygirl?"

That was your code. You couldn't deny the heat that filled your abdomen, sending small jolts to your core at the mere thought of what he may do. All you do, though, is sigh a little before shrugging with faux indifference. "I suppose we could head out."

You didn't miss the disappointment that flashed across the other man's face as he watched your boyfriend wrapped his arm securely around your waist. It would've been foolish of you to think Terushima would actually wait until you got home to teach you your lesson. As soon as you made it outside, his arm fell away from your side. He walked to his car and you followed closely behind him, anticipation building in the pit of your stomach.

"Get in the back, now."

You obeyed, watching as he cast a single glance over his shoulder before opening the door on the other side and climbing in. He had your back pressed the corner of the seat and the door, his face dangerously close to yours and it takes everything not to swear under your breath as you watch him lick his lips. The small metal ball of his tongue piercing glinting in the dull light of the distant lamppost made your core clench around nothing.

Terushima brought a hand to cup your chin gently, titling it ever so slightly before leaning in to plant warm kisses against the soft flesh of your neck. He alternated between gentle pecks and bites across your throat. Your thighs came together, working to gain any sort of friction. The boy above you chuckled at the vain attempt of satisfaction. He brought his face up to stare into your eyes, his other hand between your legs, fingers slipping beneath the material of your skirt to rub circles against your clothed clit, scrutinizing you when a stifled moan left your lips.

A soft whimper came from your chest as he pulled his hand away to rest on your hip. "You really think a brat like you should get any satisfaction after behaving like a slut in there? Hm?" He groped at your breast, groaning when he realized you weren't wearing a bra. "Damn, you didn't even wear a bra. What a whore." His words tickled your lips, his own just barely ghosting over.

You moved to kiss him, but he moved back, eliciting a whine from you. "Please, Yuji. Touch me."

"I'm not sure I'm convinced, babygirl." He licked a strip up your neck, the metal of the piercing causing goosebumps to form across your skin. "Look, at you, such a mess already."

You had to take a breath to steady yourself as his hand suddenly slipped past your panties, hissing at the feeling of his fingers against the slickness of your folds. "Yuji, oh my god. Please, fuck me, please."

"That's right, beg for me baby, and maybe I'll consider giving you what you want," he groaned. The image of you writhing beneath him, begging for him to touch had him going feral, but he keeps his composure. You still have a lesson to learn, he's can't have his way with you just yet.

"Please, baby, please fuck me. I want you inside of me, only you can make me come. Please make me come, Yuji," you begged, wanton needs slipping out of your mouth with such desire it left you reeling.

Your wish became his pleasure as you felt two fingers easily slip into you. The sudden addition left you clenching around his digits with a breathless moan. Terushima groaned at the feeling of his fingers being sucked in further, lewd sounds filling the cab of the car as he pumped them in and out of you.

Your head rolled back onto the headrest, your eyes watching Yuji became obsessed with how you looked wrapped around his fingers. "Your cunt is always so tight for me," he bit his lip, watching as your chest heaved with a particular flick of his fingertips, "such a pretty little cunt."

You were close, so close. You could feel your thighs begin to shake with every stroke of his fingers deep within you, hitting the spot that leaves you seeing white. The sensation quickly becomes overwhelming as his movements sped up, causing a loud string of moans and curses to leaves your lips as your orgasm hit you like a wave. High pitched, breathy whimpers of his name left your swollen lips.

"That's it babygirl, you look so pretty when you come. I want to see you do it again." He leans down, allowing his lips to finally meet your own in a heated clash of tongues as he licked into your mouth. "Fuck, the things you do to me."

You could hear the sound of his belt hitting the floor of the car. He pulled you down so you were laying with your back pressed against the seat, the cramped space making it difficult to maneuver with ease. He hovered above you, his hand anchored by you head to support him as the other shoved his pants to the middle of his thighs. He brought his lips down to yours again, this time kissing you with such tenderness it took the air out of your lungs. "You gonna take my cock like a good little slut?"

"Yes, please, Yuji. Fuck me."

He kisses you as he pushes in slowly. The stretch always left you breathless, the pleasure of feeling full clouding every one of your senses until all you could think about was being filled by Yuji. A broken gasp left your lips when he bottomed out, planting an openmouthed kissed against your throat and chest, sucking on the spot as he gently began to rock into you.

"F-Fuck, Yuji."

He anchored himself above you, watching you come undone below him. "That's it, babygirl. Tell me who owns this pussy."

You could still feel the effects of your first orgasm building into a second one, the feeling alone making you moan loudly. A slap to you thigh brought you back to Yuji's gaze. You threw your head back as he hit that perfect spot inside you. You moaned unabashedly, "You do… Ah! You own this pussy!"

Terushima groaned as you clenched around his dick, making him bite his lip. "Yeah, this pussy is all mine, right, baby? No one else's?"

"No!" You cry, the pleasure running through your veins, coating your tongue as you gripped at his shoulders, "It's all yours, only yours!"

Your boyfriend slammed his hips into yours with such a force you were sure the car was shaking. The condensation that had built up on the windows dripped onto the floor as Terushima's hand pressed against the cool glass, his own high approaching at a dangerous pace.

His other hand came to circle your clit mercilessly, the sudden sensation enough to snap the coil in your stomach. You came around his cock with a broken moan. He didn't last much longer as your walls clenched almost painfully around him. With a guttural groan, he pulled out, painting your thighs with thick white stripes of his release.

Heavy breathing filled the car as your both came down from your highs. You looked at the come on your legs. With a smirk on your face, you collected some of the liquid on your finger, making sure to maintain eye contact with your boyfriend as you brought it to your lips.

"Holy shit, babygirl, you're going to be the death of me."

[worldwidemochiguy]

Dancing On My Soul (M)

“Come on, baby, you knew what would happen if you danced with someone else. You wanted it, don’t try to deny.”

“I didn’t.”

“Yes you did. You wanted me to fuck you right there in front of everyone, show them who you belong to.”

“A-and who is that again?”

➵ Warnings: Possessive! Taehyung, Voyeurism, Fingering, Penetrative Sex, Humiliation, Degradation, Creampie, Unsafe Sex (ALWAYS wrap it before you tap it, kids) (not that any kids should be reading this lol if you’re below 18 then kindly scroll away)

➵ Word Count: 2.3K

➵ Masterlist

➵ a/n: requested by anon! sorry if this is nastier than u expected lol, i have to say this is 87% inspired by the above pic of taehyung at the vanity fair trendsetters thing bc hot damn

Taehyung’s eyes burn as you twist on the dance floor, the undulating gyrations of your hips easy to see beneath your tight dress. The strobing lights of the club catch on the sequins that decorate you like a second skin, giving you an almost angelic glow. But, as Taehyung knows, you are far from pure…

You are teetering on the edge, one false step from falling and, as always, Taehyung is close behind. Perhaps he’ll be the one to shove you off.

You are breathless, panting to the heavy beat of the music that shakes through the very foundations of the club. The pulsating vibrations force their way into your blood stream, pumped around your body as your heart contracts. When you catch Taehyung’s eye, it skips a beat, before leaping into overdrive.

He is splayed out in the otherwise empty VIP lounge, legs wide apart in masculine arrogance. You are sure that if you were to reach in between them, you would find him hard and waiting for you. You knew he would be watching you, just as you knew this would anger him. The result of his anger, however, remains a mystery to you. You bite your lip in anticipation.

Raising your arms above your head freely, you twist around, hoping to taunt Taehyung with a glimpse of the open back of your dress. But, a man you had been previously unaware of is waiting eagerly behind you.

As soon as the two of you are face to face, he grins, his teeth flashing as they catch the light, and loops his arms around your waist, tugging you closer.

“You’re so fucking hot,” The stranger says, barely audible above the noise of the club, and you can practically feel Taehyung’s glare intensify, burning a hole through the man’s hand, now splayed across the base of your spine.

His hand is uncomfortably clammy, and his alcohol-soaked breath fanning across your cheek is not the most pleasant sensation, but the only thing you can feel now is excitement. You had been hoping to rile Taehyung up, to bring out that deeper level of depravity you know is buried within him, and this… this is certain to do exactly that.

Your grin wavers slightly as the stranger’s hands slide down to grip your hips harshly. You had been intending to tease Taehyung but that doesn’t mean you’re willing to allow a stranger to grope you.

You start to shift away from him, donning a falsely apologetic grimace.

“Sorry, I’m taken.”

“That doesn’t mean we can’t dance, sweetheart.” The man smirks, attempting to tug you back into him.

Suddenly, a familiar warmth spreads itself across your back. You are pulled backwards until you hit a firm chest behind you, arms securing themselves tightly around your waist.

“You’d better keep your hands to yourself,” A deep voice growls, the reverberations echoing through his chest and into you, traveling right down to your core. “-or I’ll have each individual finger broken. Then, maybe you’ll learn to not touch what is mine.”

You tilt your head to see Taehyung snarl the last word, eyes blazing as he watches the man stumble away into the throng of drunken dancers, writhing to the beat of the music. You know by the look in his eye that Taehyung has already memorised the face, and you suspect the stranger won’t be leaving the club without injury.

The heavy bass pulsing through the building fades away as Taehyung flicks his eyes down to you.

And you see that he is furious.

A hand closes tightly around your wrist, and suddenly you are being dragged along behind Taehyung as he stalks back to the VIP lounge. The few partygoers that had dared to occupy the lounge in Taehyung’s absence quickly vacate the couches and exclusive bar, leaving it empty once again as Taehyung sits down, yanking you onto his lap.

“I thought you were a good girl.” Taehyung hisses in your ear as you squirm along his length, fully hardened and pressing insistently against your upper thighs. “That’s what you told me, right? When I asked if you deserved to go to the club tonight, you said, oh yes, Taehyung, please, I deserve it, I’m your good girl.”

“I- I am muh- I’m a good girl.” You whine as he grips your hips tightly and slots you directly above his cock, grinding you against it.

All that separates the VIP lounge from the packed club is a simple cordon. If it weren’t for the poor lighting, anyone could glance over and watch as you rut against him like a bitch in heat. They might still be able to see, if they look closely enough.

That thought drags a choked moan from your throat, and you feel Taehyung’s hot breath against the shell of your ear as he chuckles derisively.

“Are you a good girl? Really? Even though you’re moaning and panting on my cock right here in front of everyone?”

“Nooo~” You whine pathetically, even as your grinding speeds up.

“I think,” Taehyung murmurs, and you feel his hand slide down the heated skin of your bare back and underneath the tight fabric, coming around to grip the side of your thigh under the dress, “I think that you’re a slut, and you’re desperate to let all of these people watch as you come undone.”

“No!” You protest tearfully, writhing as Taehyung’s hand comes around to cup your sex, only a thin layer of lace separating his fingers from your dripping core. To the average drunken partier, you might just appear to be perched on his lap, but if they look any closer it would be obvious to see Taehyung’s hand working underneath your dress.

The humiliation and powerlessness combine into a heady shot of arousal and you slump against Taehyung’s chest bonelessly as he pushes your panties aside and plunges a finger into you.

Your moan drowns out Taehyung’s smug laugh as he begins to pump his finger into you without mercy.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.” He mocks you, and you let out an ashamed whimper, “You really like this, don’t you? You like being used in front of everyone, like a good slut.”

You shake your head weakly, even as you obediently spread your legs for him. He adds another finger, and you groan as he begins to scissor the digits, stretching you out roughly.

“I bet you’d let anyone fuck you, huh?” Taehyung growls, and his other hand comes up to squeeze your throat, cutting your airways just enough that dark spots begin to appear around the edge of your vision.

“You’re so desperate for cock, you probably would have bent over in the middle of the club for that bastard and let him pound into your tight little hole. Is that why you’re so wet, huh?”

“No!” You cry as he adds a third finger, pressing insistently on the bundle of nerves inside you.

Tears stream down your face from the overstimulation, ruining the makeup you had spent hours perfecting. “I wouldn’t let anyone elsetouch me! I swear! Just you.”

“Just me?” He repeats sceptically, curling his fingers inside of you making you sob with desperation.  

“I promise, I’m yours, only yours.”

“Okay baby,” Taehyung murmurs as his hand recedes from your throat. You gasp, so focused on the sensation of the air flooding back into your lungs that you don’t register Taehyung pulling out of you slowly. You whine as his fingers, glistening with your arousal, come up past your face.

He seals his lips around them, closing his eyes in bliss as he tastes your essence, before drawing them out of his mouth and into your own. You gag slightly as he shoves them down your throat. His lips curl up in smug satisfaction as you swirl your tongue around his digits, coated with both your arousal and his saliva.

“You’re a good girl?” He asks expectantly, and you nod, moaning wantonly around his fingers. You know anyone is free to glance over to the VIP lounge and catch a glimpse of you, dress askew and lips swollen, but you can’t deny the arousal that shoots through you at the thought.

You whine unhappily as Taehyung takes his fingers away, but you are soon distracted by the feel of his mouth pressing hotly against your neck. You whimper as his teeth sink into a bruise he had marked you with a few days ago, and his tongue laves over the wound soon after, as if in apology.

You barely hear the sound of his zipper over the music in the club. But the catchy EDM song playing out of the loudspeakers flies out of your head the moment Taehyung lifts your hips and sinks you down onto his cock.

“Tae, wha- ohhhh,” You moan as his cock stretches you out, and he releases a strained snicker.

“Be quiet, baby girl,” He admonishes you, bouncing you slightly on his cock, causing you to hiccup on another moan, “They’ll hear you, and then they’ll all know what a slut you are.”

You gaze helplessly out at the crowd of dancers, ignorant as Taehyung yanks you down on his cock again and again. If anyone simply looks over at the two of you, they’ll know.

Your head lolls back against his shoulder, listening to his rough grunts as he pounds into you, biting your lip to hold back your own noises.

“So… fucking…tight.” Taehyung growls, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust. On the last word, the forehead of his cock presses against your bundle of nerves again and you let out a high-pitched whine.

Taehyung’s hips still for a second, before he adjusts his angle and starts pounding into you with renewed energy. Each thrust batters that spot within you and soon you cannot control the steady string of moans that pour out of your mouth.

“Just can’t keep quiet, can you?” Taehyung pants, still managing to sound smug even as his balls slap against your thighs obscenely, “You love cock so much, don’t you? You’re desperate for it.”

“Taehyung,” You wail, breath hitching as he leans in to suck another bruise on your neck. God, as soon as you leave the club everyone on the street will be able to tell that you were just fucked. “Please.”

“‘Please’ what, slut?”

“I need to come.”

You grip one of his wrists, trying weakly to tug it to the front of your dress.

“You want to come? In front of all these people?”

“Yes.” You gasp as he thrusts particularly hard.

Instead of sneaking around the back of your dress like before, Taehyung simply reaches underneath the front. As his fingers move up to toy with your clit, the hemline is dragged upwards so that anyone who looks can clearly see Taehyung’s cock pounding into you at a brutal pace.

He barely needs to touch you before you’re shattering around him with a piercing cry that conveniently coincides with a bass drop by the DJ. You continue to moan mindlessly as he rides through your orgasm, bucking into you with a few sporadic thrusts before you feel his come spill into you.

You simply sit on his softening cock for a few moments, both of you exhausted after the intense orgasm, before Taehyung pulls you off him, replacing your panties which he had shoved to the side so that his come does not leak out of you.

You wonder at how he is seemingly unaffected, neatly tucking himself back into his pants before rising to his feet. He pulls you up with him, placing a quick peck on your forehead to comfort you as you whine from the soreness, his hands darting around to fix your dress and your mussed hair. You know you must look like sex on legs, and the way he smirks at you pretty much confirms it.

Your mind is so dazed, you don’t protest as Taehyung leads you through the club and to the exit. You feel the gaze of several people resting on your runny mascara, shaky legs and bruised neck as you pass. The shame on your cheeks burns almost as hot as Taehyung’s come, which has started to trickle down the inside of your thigh.

Soon, you are in the car Taehyung had waiting for the two of you, and his nose buries itself in your neck as the driver wordlessly rolls up the partition.

“You smell like me.” He remarks in satisfaction, and you laugh weakly.

“I smell like sex.”

“Hm, I wonder why that is.” He replies cheekily, and you unfortunately don’t have the energy to shove him away.

“I hate you.” You moan halfheartedly, and he grins, dragging a protesting you onto his lap once more.

“I’ll leak come on you.” You threaten, before moaning as he grinds his thigh against your over-sensitive core. You feel slightly bad for the driver. That partition is definitely not soundproof.

“Come on, baby, you knew what would happen if you danced with someone else. You wanted it, don’t try to deny.”

“I didn’t.” You deny anyway, squirming as his lips curve into a smile against your marked neck.

“Yes you did. You wanted me to fuck you right there in front of everyone, show them who you belong to.”

“A-and who is that again?” You pant. Taehyung’s hands fit over the bruises his fingerprints dug into your hips, squeezing slightly. The sharp sensation of pain makes you moan.

“Do you need a reminder, baby?”

His cock twitches beneath you, and you grin.

“I think I do.”

[justasparkwritings]

Codename Cupid: Chapter 22

Previous: The Final Notice 

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x OFC

Genre: Secret AgentAU, Government AgentAU

Rating: PG15

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Sex, Mentions of Abortion

Summary: Black Panther, Cricket and OT7 finally meet. 

Cricket & OT7: Return to Sender

Present Day

           “Why are you following me?” I ask, hands bound together, eyes blindfolded. The car has stopped, and whomever was driving has exited the vehicle in favor of opening my door and yanking me out. It’s silent, apart from my breathing and unavoidably stalky footsteps. I’ve never been able to walk on eggshells, perhaps it was my mother’s direction that stomping on them was far more impactful, that has led me to wear through every heel of every shoe I’ve ever owned. Now, it isn’t my saving grace, rather a rude awakening that I must sound like an ogre to the people who live below me.

           I arrived at the designated location, Jungkook trailing behind me. He refused to let me go alone but did compromise and stay in the damn car. He could see me, and I could see him. I was waiting for no more than a minute before promptly kidnapped. Not even chloroformed, just fucking grabbed and taken. Kidnapped, blindfolded and bound. Bound! Some knot a boy scout or aspiring I’m tossed in the back of a car, which, is how I’ve found myself willfully dragging my heels as they ever so gracefully force me in their desired direction.

           “Black Panther, why are you following us?” The voice asks. I know that voice, I’ve heard it before, I’ve heard that code name. Had it been referring to me this entire time?

           “Us?” I ask again, tossing my voice to see if it reverberates against anything, any sign that furniture or people are nearby.

           The man guiding me stops abruptly and peels off my blindfold. Empty spaces are their own kind of hell, and this is no exception. The panic of darkness arises as I close and open my eyes, ensuring they’re really open and not a trick of the mystery man’s charms. I jump softly as seven lights are dropped, one in each spot in front of me, a delicate row of halos waiting to be adorned. Five men step out of the shadows, the one holding me in place making number six.  Their pressed suits, cut from the finest cloth, each distinct in their pattern and style, garnish their bodies. As if on cue they cross their arms over their chests and glare openly at me.

           “Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung,” I rattle off, each man nodding as I speak their names.

           I know them all, tailed them, surveyed their homes, run into them at the grocery story and Mexican restaurants. All except fucking min Yoongi, but I know them. I know these men. I’ve spent the better part of what, two years, trying to understand them, trying to figure out how they’re related, and here they are. There’s space for another, and it takes me a minute to realize who it is that occupies that is supposed to occupy that spot.

           “There’s only six of you… where’s -

           “Jeon Jungkook,” His voice comes from behind me, goosebumps running up my spine as the heel of his boots hits the concrete. My body is awash in shock, anger, comfort and hope. My Jungkook. My, I have to come home to him, my north star, my sunshine on a cloudy day, my Bunny.

           I was fucking right all along, wasn’t I?

           “Welcome to the party.” Seokjin says.

           “Is this where you tell me that Euna is Hans Gruber and somehow I’m Sergeant Powell?” I question, by tone delicate against their stone expressions.

           “If anything, you’re Harry Ellis,” Yoongi says.

           “That’s so rude,” I retort. “At least let me be Holly Gennaro.”

           “Then who are we, McClane?” Yoongi snorts, the absurdity of my statement causing a brief moment of joy. “Bunny wishes.”

           “You’re interrupting our mission,” Namjoon states, pulling my attention to him. His broad shoulders give way to a tapered waist, round golden spectacles are situated against his face, and his jaw is locked tight.

           “Me? How the fuck – oh,” My eyes move towards the bulletin board against the far wall, in quintessential fashion there are pictures, string, maps and enough thumbtacks to secure the list of vets from the Vietnam Memorial. I can’t read it, but I can see it. “You guys aren’t the bad guys.”

           “No, we’re not,” Namjoon says.

           “The Lee family is,” Taehyung says. It’s odd seeing him this quiet and stoic, after all he’s the hottest librarian in the damn county. He comes alive within the confines of his books and stories, he comes alive. He has voices and characters and gestures to match each. Looking at him now, it’s wild to imagine him doing a full interpretive reading of The Very Hungry Caterpillar, or his most famed retelling, Peter and the Starcatcher, when he’s glowering down at me.

           “They are poison, seeking revenge on anyone who has worked on cases to bring them down,” Hoseok says.

           “So, you all, how did she find you?” My mind is moving too fast for me to form coherent sentences.

           “Cupid didn’t find us,” Jimin tells me, eyes still boring holes into mine.

           “You did,” Namjoon answers.

           “I did?” I ask, eyes wide.

           “Mm, your little stunts, your run ins, your photos. She gave you our real names and you-

           “Gave her our locations,” Taehyung finishes the sentence, eyes still trained on me.

           “You left the notes, and the photo for Euna to find,”

           “Yes, but unlike you, our move was intentional,” Yoongi says.

           “Codename Cupid needed to know there were higher stakes at play,” Hoseok tells me.

           “How was I supposed to know this was some larger conspiracy?” I demand, temper rising.

           “Did you not receive notes?” Hoseok asks, by his expression I can tell that he’s responsible for the code breakers that have arrived at my apartment and office over the last nine months. “Strange packages arriving out of nowhere, sent to your office, on the driver’s seat?” Hoseok pushes.

           “Yeah, but I’ve had some really sketchy clients in the past, though none of them preferred an ABA rhyme scheme,” I retort.

           “Do you know how we found you?” Yoongi snaps.

           “Yes?” I ask, genuinely confused, “Google my name and my office pops up. Anyone can find me.”

           “Your tactics are fucking bush league, Black Panther. They’re embarrassing,” Yoongi tells me.

           “You’re a P.I., not a cop, not an agent, you’re not in the Bureau, yet you’re overstepping into situations that you have no grounds being involved in. You are fucking playing with fire and we were about to be burned if we hadn’t –

           “Seokjin,” Namjoon’s voice is biting, harsh, a belt to the back as it cracks in the hot air.

           “She needs to know,” Taehyung responds for his hyung.

           “Cupid has been lying to you for months, leading you on, paying you over your asking to track us down for what? A few lies you don’t even believe to be true?” Jimin asks.

           “We embezzled funds from their charity organization? We reported her family to the IRS?” Taehyung asks.

           “We stole jewelry from her famed collection to sell on the black market?” Seokjin adds.

           “We’re trafficking high quality cocaine from Colombia into the upper echelon of society?” Jimin rattles off more lies.

           “We fucked her, broke her heart, and god – the worst one – we made her abort our child?” Yoongi spits on the floor, disgust flowing through his saliva like blood in the Nile.

           I stare at them, mouth agape as they recite words I’ve only spoken to one person. My vision becomes blurry as I try to breathe, in through my nose, out through my mouth, but my heart is pounding in my ears and I can’t breathe. The tears always sting before they fall, and my eyes land on him, tall, blonde hair, clear framed glasses, doe eyes.

           “You told them?” I whisper, the end of my sentence curling up into itself as the first tears start to fall.

           “I had to,” A whisper, feet frozen to the ground as he refuses to make eye contact with me.

           “You were using me?” I ask. “Look at me.”

           “I wasn’t using you,” He says, soft eyes meeting mine, the fire scorching the earth.

           “So how do they know?” I spit, the little droplets doing nothing to squelch the flames.

           “I had –

           “You told them information that I shared with you, in confidence, in my fucking bed, in my fucking homeJungkook!” I yell.

           “Cricket, can we talk about –

           “How dare you use my nickname to get me to calm down, I’m not a fucking child,” the sound of my cries reverberates against the warehouse, echoing violently.

           “I can exp-

           “There isn’t time for you to sort out your fuck up, Jeon. We have real problems to discuss,” Yoongi snaps. I can feel the tears dripping from my chin, falling to the concrete beneath my feet. The adrenaline pumping through my body as both a reaction to fear and a telltale sign that I’ve been embarrassed beyond repair. Not just embarrassed, eviscerated, betrayed. An hour ago, hadn’t I been deeply in love, terrified I wouldn’t return home to him?  

           “What do you want from me?” I ask. Jimin hands me a tissue, which I am grateful for as I attempt to gently blot my soaked skin. My mascara, never waterproof, comes off my eyes in dark splotches. How poetic.

           “Come, have a seat, Jungkook, get her a water,” Namjoon instructs. He strides towards the bulletin board and pressing a few buttons, the board sinks in the floor to reveal a hallway. The gasp that echoes through the warehouse is audible, and louder than I intend.

           “Sorry,” I say, feet guiding me past Jungkook, towards the corridor. There are no pictures on the walls, no signs that this space is used by anyone. The industrial style gives way to a door, bulletproof.

           Namjoon pauses, inserting his thumb into a scanner that gives way to a retina display, where he gently places his chin against the base. The machine works quickly before giving him entrance. I watch, amazed. Who knew in the 21stcentury that covert ops and me, a lonely P.I., would intersect?

           “This is, headquarters,” Seokjin says. He takes a seat at the long table in front of us and points to the chair next to Taehyung. I sit quickly, my eyes adjusting to the surprisingly bright space.

           “Oh my god the view,” I say, composure slightly recovered as I take in the expanse of greenery.

           “Yeah, benefit of being in the middle of nowhere,” Yoongi says.

           “Read your file,” Namjoon instructs.

           The file in front of me, manilla of course, is packed. “Why paper copies?”

           “Easier to burn,” Yoongi mutters. He’s taken out his computer and is busy typing away, no doubt pulling up a list of my infractions. Undoubtedly fucking an undercover operative is number one, though falling in love is objectively far worse than sex.

           Jungkook brings me a water and deftly cuts the zip ties around my wrist. His hand moves to sooth the indentation and redness from their grip, but I pull them away before his thumbs graze over the skin. Out of the corner of my eye I watch him retreat to his seat at the end of the table.

           “If you’re the top of the line, 007 should be shaking in his oxfords, can’t you encrypt it?” I ask.

           “Your encryption is only as good as your worst coder. We can’t take that chance,” Namjoon tells me.

           “First, I don’t think that’s the saying. Second, the government, who I’m assuming you work for, Interpol, MI6, etc. all use computer systems,” I counter.

           “Do you remember the election of 2016?” Yoongi retorts.

           “Point taken,” I nod. Of course, Russia. No one was ever safe. “But can’t you blame a lot of that on Zuckerberg and the higher ups at Twitter?”

           “Read your file,” Namjoon instructs again.

           I open it to find a rather aggressive breakdown of my work as a PI, both items that were on the internet and ones that only top-level government agents could have accessed, that is, unless the NSA has been tapping my phones. Details of my family life, my past relationships, my driving record, it was all here.

           “Why isn’t Jungkook on the list of romantic partners?” I ask, eyes looking from Seokjin to Namjoon.

           “Are you in love?” Namjoon asks.

           I don’t wait for a response from Jungkook, or to find the courage to say the simple three lettered word, yes. Instead, I busy myself by clearing my throat and loudly moving the pages about my life to a separate pile. Underneath is all my evidence, print outs of my documents, surveillance photos of me working. I stare at them, horrified.

           “How long have you been tailing me?” I question.

           “How long have you been working with Euna?” Taehyung asks.

           “Sixteen months,” I reply.

           “Ten months.” Taehyung answers.

           “You hacked my computer? Is that legal?” I inquire, knowing full well that it isn’t.

           “I can tell that you don’t understand who you’re dealing with, so let me put it this way. We’re the ones who knock. We’re the ones who cause dignitaries, presidents, whole countries to quake in their boots. It’s us.” Namjoon’s voice is calm within the storm, its resolute and baritone and every word that he utters is meaningful, impactful. He means what he says, and he fucking says what he means. In every interaction I’ve had with him, which frankly have been maybe more than he realizes, he’s been measured in his speech, only speaking when he has something worth saying. He is patient with himself, kind to others, except for today, when he clearly does not want to deal with me.

           “How very Heisenberg of you,” I roll my eyes.

           “You don’t want to be Jane,” Namjoon urges.

           “Okay first of all, in a Breaking Bad scenario, I’m clearly Jesse. Second of all, Krysten Ritter has had a very lovely career. Finally, this cannot be overlooked or underestimated, I’m Veronica Mars, bitch.”

           “Read. Your. File.” Namjoon’s teeth are clenched, his fist resting on the table, his patience going.

           I glance at Yoongi who is sniggering, Seokjin who is making eyes at Jungkook, and Jimin who is busy doodling along the margins of his file. These glimpses, these little hints at the weight of their souls, these are the men I’ve been following for nearly two years.

           It’s in staring at the remnants of my evidence that it hits me. “Jungkook gave you these photos.”

           “Yes,” Seokjin answers.

           “Everything you told me was a lie,” I say, eyes burning holes into the stolen images of my work.

           “Crick- Y/N, that’s not true,”

           “I knew you were connected, that day in the dog park, I knew,” I should’ve trusted my instincts, though they told me to trust him, maybe I should’ve run.

           “I didn’t lie, Cricket, I -

           “Look, I’ll work with you, whoever you are, but I’m not working with Jungkook,” I look at Namjoon.

           “That’s not an option, Black Panther,”

           “How did I get that nickname?”

           “Can you focus for ten minutes? Read your damn file so we can discuss the next course of action before you have to go meet Codename Cupid for your weekly meeting,” Namjoon bites.

           “Fine, do I have to go to that meeting if you’re, doing whatever you’re doing?” I question. “Seems a bit redundant.”

           “If you don’t meet with Cupid, she will know we found her, and our decade of work is completely useless.” Seokjin says, stepping in to mitigate the anger erupting from Namjoon.

           “What am I supposed to say to her? She knows too much already,”

           “She doesn’t know what she knows,” Yoongi answers. “Looking through her emails and texts, it’s clear that her family wants the seven of us dead for espionage, and for attempting to bring them down. All Cupid knows is that you found us, which she assumes is a fatal flaw in our plan, though she has yet to understand the plan at all.”

           “It’s completely intentional,” Hoseok adds. “Cupid only knows that we either worked for her company or dated her or a sibling. She knows our fictitious careers and lives but has no clue about who we truly are.”

           “Her brother, Dae-Seong, Codename Archer, is the one who wants us gone, eviscerated, eradicated. He’s the one driving this whole thing. Archer’s convinced Cupid that vengeance will solve her romantic woes,” Jimin tells me.  

           “But what about Jun-Seo? You left him the night of your engagement party, and Kwan-Min, you went on a few dates… Couldn’t this be about them?”

           “Codenames Bow and Arrow are less of a threat than Cupid and Archer,” Taehyung answers.

           “Cupid has been kept in the dark for the past, fifteen years, in regard to their business. The dark dealings of her company reside solely with her siblings and their parents. We want them,” Namjoon finishes.

           “Why not use Euna, sorry, Cupid, as the patsy?” I ask.

           “Who will run their company?” Yoongi asks.

           “Someone else?”

           “There’s too much evidence, nearly the entire company is dirty,” Jimin tells me.

           “So, you’ve been spying on them from the inside?” I question.

           “Sort of,”

           “It’s Nixon, Watergate extreme?” I ask.

           “What does Cupid know, and when did she know it?” Yoongi answers, his annoyance completely dissipating at my Watergate mention.

           “Why do you think she’ll believe me? She doesn’t have much faith in me as of late,” I question, the lilt of insecurity in my voice. Jungkook glances at me, eyes soft at the familiar tone, he tries to offer a smile, at least, it looks like he’s trying.

           “Yeah, because you fucked Jungkook and she found out. Before that though, she couldn’t sing your praises enough,” Namjoon’s calmed down, his frustration settling like sediment at the bottom of a pot. Adding an eighth person to the group was always going to shift the balance, move the power around and rattle nerves. But me? I’m burning it down. Though I can’t completely be to blame - Jungkook is also at fault.

           “Fine. What do I say to her?”

           “Haven’t we gone over this before? Lie,” Yoongi says.

           “Yoongi, if you’re going to be an ass, can you please direct it at someone else?” I snap.

           “Feisty,” He nods approvingly.

           “Black Panther, you have notes in your file about what we need from you,” Namjoon instructs.

           “You want me to end my relationship with her?” I question.

           “Yes,”

           “What about –

           “Either you end it first, creating an enemy, or she ends it with you which will not be helpful for us,��

           “I just,” I look at them, eyes finally glancing to Jungkook. He looks exhausted, and sad, so sad, his irises choppy waves searching for harbor. “Do I have a choice?”

           “No,” Namjoon answers, but Jungkook’s eyes tell me exactly what I need to know. I don’t have a choice, and somewhere along the line, he stopped having one too.

           “Fine, tell me what to do,” I flip to the page in my file, eyes scanning the words, mind no longer full of Jungkook my boyfriend, but of Jungkook, Operative, member of OT7. This is a job, a job that seemingly could make or destroy my career. I don’t have time or the emotional space to navigate his crashing midnight eyes. All I have now is focus, drive, determination, and hints of stubbornness. This is the same drive that in a weird twist of fate, has led me to this very conference room, with these seven mysterious men.

           I cannot fuck it up.

           I will not get a second chance.

Next: Black Panther Meets Codename Cupid  

[tofallinlovewithshadows]

Liveblog — St. Paul, Roy Wilkins Auditorium, 1999

Thank you to @theelliottsmiths for the recommendation!

Ah, is this the infamous drunk show? I suppose we’ll find out

WARNING: It’s a lot of me thirsting after Till. But I gotta be me, right?

Spiel mit mir

God, I love “Spiel mit mir” a little more every time I hear it.

The burning drum opening is the level of extra I have come to expect in my relatively short relationship with Rammstein.

Why do I love pigeon-toed Till so much? Such a masculine man, such child-like behavior—oh, there he is sucking his thumb again.

Watching Schneider drum is a sight to behold. That is all.

Tier

Aww, I always feel so proud of Till when he interacts with the audience. As someone who got a C in her public speaking class in college, I empathize with the stage fright.

I see you bobbing your head there, Oli.

Is Reesh wearing that coat or is the coat wearing him? Hard to tell.

Oh, Flake, when you dance, you remind me of one of those toy birds whose only function is to dip their heads in the water.

Intermission as I watch the Bachelor. Trust me, I’d rather be liveblogging this concert, but I’m in a group chat with my friends and it’s a complicated situation lol

Bestrafe mich

Okay, but that “OHHH” at the beginning did something to me.

I’m fairly vanilla, but there’s something about Till whipping himself?? I felt it for the first time when I watched the Rosenrot video and making of??

Fuck, his body. So nice. So foine. I love Chumby Till, but Ripped Till is gorgeous as well.

Sorry to be so thirsty...

Weisses Fleisch

The sparkler shoes. I would cause mass destruction if I ever dared wear those.

FLEISCH FLEISCH FLEISCH

Honestly, being at a Rammstein concert would be a hell of a way to find out you have epilepsy.

Schneider’s hips and Flake’s legs. That is all.

Sehnsucht

Yet another song that I enjoy the more I hear it.

Till standing still onstage always makes me feel like he’s mid-panic attack and I just

Is it the lighting/quality of the video or is Oli (supposed to look like he’s) covered in blood?

Not complaining, but why do Paul and Oli swap places onstage? Is this song more bass-heavy than I’ve ever noticed?

I love this bridge with the clapping; it makes me happy for reasons I cannot articulate.

Fuck, he just wrecked that microphone.

Asche zu Asche

It makes me happy when Richard and Paul stand in the middle of the stage and riff :’)

I can’t say this is one of my favorite songs, but I appreciate its energy.

FLAKE IS BREAKING IT DOWN AT THE KEYBOARD FUCK I LOVE HIM WHAT A CHARACTER

Yeeees, spotlight on Oli. So underrated. I see you, Lars.

Why was I surprised to see the mic-stands on fire??? There has never been anything to lead me to believe that something like that wouldn’t happen?

Ooh, the slow-down of the drums. I am a fan.

Seemann

Okay, this is one of my favorites. I absolutely love the softer side of Rammstein. Also, way before I even knew what the lyrics meant, this song made me want to cry. And I rarely cry over music. I did two years of German in high school and I vaguely knew what the line “mit Tränen im Gesicht” and it just

It me

It me mit Tränen im Gesicht

Okay, I feel like some people are not fans of the Slow Hammer, but I am a fan of Till’s back, and it highlights it, so I’ll take all the Slow Hammer I can get.

“HELLOOOO”

God, this song is fucking beautiful.

Was not expecting the🎵La-la-lalaaa🎵 but I am here for it.

Stripped (intro)

Let me see Till stripped

So sad this was cut short, it’s one of my favorites.

Someone’s string broke, correct? A shame.

Du riechst so gut

Another one of my controversial “not favorites” I’M SORRY

I keep thinking Flake and Schneider have 16-pack abs, but it’s just their outfits.

Why does this sound so off to me? Is it because they’re shit-faced or am I just tired after watching the Bachelor? There is no reason that show needs to be TWO HOURS LONG, but I digress.

Flake’s doing his toy-bird dance again lol how does one have so little rhythm, yet is such a compelling dancer?

Oh no, fucked-up guitar. Can’t blame the Bachelor on that one.

And the spotlight shines on Richard’s torso. As it should. Fuck, he has a lovely chest.

Du hast

Okay. I know. “It’S oVeRrAtEd AnD oVeRpLaYeD.” But I could not give less of a fuck???

It’s overplayed because it’s fucking catchy? And it’s a lot of people’s gateway into Rammstein, and I think people should let people enjoy it.

Anyway

I love when Till laughs :’)

The reverberating phone cracks me up and I’m not sure why?

Till spitting up that water like a fucking whale and its blowhole.

Lol what is Oli doing? Whatever he wants? I love it. And I love him.

Bück dich

Don’t be mad at me, but I like the Woo-Machine part better than the actual song

Woo-w-woo, indeed

Oh, there’s Flake on the leash.

Are Flake’s legs even real?

Oli’s over there looking like he just climbed out of some radioactive waste and is going to be a comic book villain.

Okay, yes, simulated anal sex, but Till’s little wiggle to distribute the “semen” was adorable.

Aaaand Oli’s getting a drink. Gotta stay hydrated??

Engel (cut)

I absolutely love Engel. It’s one of my “let me listen to this on-repeat for ????” songs

Sad that it’s a bit chopped up :’(

Till directing the fire always entertains me.

YES SPARKLER DRUMSTICKS

I fucking LOVE how extra these boys are. Like, I know it’s because they know a lot of their fanbase doesn’t speak German and it’s for entertainment purposes. Honestly, I feel, as an American who only speaks English, the music can stand on its own. But the spectacle is still MUCH appreciated.

I’m not sure if that last bit made any sense, but we’re running with it.

I love Flake’s extended outtro. (Is that a word? And is it the right one? I’m running on fumes at this point.)

Rammstein

This song gives me so much nostalgia, but I honestly don’t remember the first time I heard it?? I just remember knowing it.

Watching Till stand there in that coat with his arms out makes mine HURT.

The way the coat lit up made me happy in a way I cannot explain.

Yes bb show it OFF

Those drums. Simple, but effective.

In my limited experience, I feel like this a song that Till is pretty hit-or-miss on live. I think this is a hit. But what do I know?

This is the first time I’ve ever noticed/paid attention to the harmonies on this song.

Aww, Paul and Richard are doing the riff thing again, I just love it.

OLI and the giant stomps. God, I love him. And I just realized he’s wearing short-shorts???

Also, not hating Paul’s hair?

Laichzeit

Loving Paul and Schneider’s head-banging.

Also, Till looks zoned out? Drunk?? Panicked???

🎵AUUUGENNNN🎵

This is usually one I skip over when I’m listening on my phone, but I’m super digging Flake’s contribution tonight.

Till ululating was not something I thought I would ever hear??

Yes, Flake, earning that spotlight.

This auditorium must reek of sweat and fuel at this point.

But mostly sweat.

Ssssssllllloooowwwww eeeeeennnnddd

Wollt ihr das Bett in Flammen sehen?

Ah, one of many songs where they chant their own name.

I’m trying REAL HARD not to say that Till can set my bed on fire whenever he wants.

I love this song, but the Doom noises just

Richard, I adore you, but I am not a fan of the bell-bottoms. I know it was a different time. But please.

Till’s ruffled hair is...lovely.

Is this the show they played before that elevator clip?

Aww, the sparklers. I don’t think it’s supposed to be as cute as I find it??

Paul is adorable.

Fuck yeeees, I love when the flamethrowers get brought out.

Especially when used so phallically. I see you, Till.

“We love you. Thank you.” I LOVE YOU TOO AND YOU’RE WELCOME.

Well, it happened. I have no regrets and if you made it this far, then I hope you have none either.

[jae-writes-fanfiction]

Shut You Out

90’s Punk!Michael x Non-Binary Reader  -  1626 Words  -  Part 1 of 1

Notes: This was written for @sadistmichael‘s Michael Week! The title comes from my favorite Black Flag song (i know it’s not from the 90s but it’s a vibe). Shout outs to @sexgodashton, @cheekysos for helping me workshop this! It loosely connects to my other 90′s AU Fic which you can read here!

Warnings: Cigarette and alcohol usage, unprotected semi-public sex in an outdoor setting, instances of knife play, rough sex, and a lip piercing. 

“Someday we'll all be rich/ Someday I won't listen to you bitch/ I'll turn up the volume (and shut you out)” -Black Flag “Fix Me.”

The hum of the basement sent shockwaves through your veins. The music was alive. It was raw, real, and hypnotic. The DIY t-shirts our front had been up for grabs. They had the handwritten name of the night’s second act and you were more than happy to pull one on. The punk group’s lead vocal and guitarist made your mouth run dry and your knees want to buckle. Michael was an unwitting icon in the fight against commercialization and the bastardization of music. They hated the way the world was turning people into profit, they hated how people like you were treated- and their endless supply of fight left you breathless.

The flash of metal when Michael sang helped too, the piercing had featured in one too many of your own daydreams- and now you couldn’t keep your eyes off it or him. You watched every stroke of his fingers across the strings, hypnotized by how effortlessly they appeared to find their targets. His body moved with all the intoxicating power of his music’s genre and each time his hand wrapped around the microphone you imagined it pressing against your throat.

There were moments while you were screaming along and dancing, where you felt his eyes on you too. The way your body moved was equally as mesmerizing and there was something absolutely sinful about how the DIY shirt clung to your torso. 

Through the smoke and sweat haze of the overcrowded basement, his eyes found yours. Your already flushed face felt hotter as Michael winked at you and licked his lips, his piercing peaking out. 

The lyrics roared through the basement, the screaming guitars and firecracker drums bounced off the cement in a strange battle cry that had everyone out of the corners moving, and screaming. Your mind was still replaying the image of Michael gripping the mic and licking his lips as the music ended. By the time their set ended everyone in the audience had been transformed by the music and shared that ‘just been fucked’ look, their already disheveled aesthetics further unraveled with sweat. Your throat stung and your body felt supercharged looking to fight, fuck, or both. 

Unable to catch your breath you stumbled upon the stairs and around the back of the house. You leaned against the siding and closed your eyes focusing on that first inhale of smoke. The Pacific Northwest night was cold, the rainfall wasn’t expected to start until the next morning and for now, the world around you was at peace despite the riot inside your mind.

You opened your eyes and saw Michael standing near the backdoor lighting a cigarette of his own. You unconsciously licked your lips watching him. Something about him felt magnetic as if some secret part of you was linked to some secret part of him and refused to be denied any longer. 

“That was a really great show,” you called over to him, fighting your urge to cringe at the awkward platitude.

Michael laughed dryly, freely letting his eyes roam over your body as he approached. 

“You come to these things often?”

You shook your head, “my friend’s band played before you,” you grinned and gestured to the homemade shirt you now wore, “but I guess you could say I’ve been converted.” 

Michael cocked an eyebrow, “converted? Does that mean I get to tell you what to do?” For a moment you noticed the bright color of his eyes before his pupils turned black and intense. The change made your mouth run dry. 

“You’ll just have to try-” you whispered, sliding against Michael, looping your arms over his denim jacket and around his neck. He tasted like sickly sweet copper, cigarettes, and salt- a deadly combination that you instantly craved more of. You let Michael walk you back against the side of the house until you were pressed together. 

The kisses had turned into desperate gnashing of teeth and tongues that left you devastatingly excited when he broke the kiss. Michael panted against your cheek, his hands thickly running over the shirt that read his name. It stretched across your chest tightly the peaks of your nipples teasing him from behind the fabric and he was getting impatient. 

“Can I take this off?” Michael tugged harshly on the shirt and you nodded through the sex-fueled haze. 

He deftly slid a pocket knife out of his jacket and slashed down the front of your shirt before the lusty strangled gasp fell from your lips.“ Oh, you liked that,” he crooned mockingly, pressing you into the wall with his hips, “let’s see what else you like.” He teasingly pressed the flat side of the blade against your collar bone, eagerly drinking up the noises you made at the cool sensation.

Michaels hands now explored your body openly, his mouth often trailing behind as the shirt flashed between movements. The fire was growing too strong between you. In a passionate play of hands and knives and the resounding sound of metal- your pants were pushed to the ground and Michale’s moved down his thighs. You eagerly wrapped your legs around his waist as he lifted and pressed you into the wall, his growing erection pressing against you teasingly.

His hands clawed over your exposed shoulders and down your back pulling you closer and pushing deeper through your arousal. The scents of cheap beer, cigarettes, sex, and rock’n’roll made your head spin and your knees weak. Your head fell back against the cool siding, a fervent moan escaping your lips as his mouth and bit kissed down your neck.

The trail he left behind flushed pink and then blood-red as the tiny blood vessels burst like fireworks under your skin. His tongue piercing added a stark contrast as he soothed the marks, all while tightening the knot of pleasure growing in your core.

His thrusts scraped your back against the wall, the pain sending shocks of pleasure down your body. He was bigger than you had anticipated and the slight stretch burned deliciously through your body. Michael’s pace was relentless, rocking yourself out your body into the wall bruises blooming across your skin.

Your whines and moans echoed into the night, and down in the basement, another band started. The music reverberated through the house and you felt the dull thrum start again, thankful for the growing noise as you screamed through your climax. Michael’s thrusts became erratic as he chased his own release, each movement overstimulating your sensitive body. 

He shuddered and moaned sinfully as he came, the sound driving you crazy. The blissed-out moment ended time quickly as the clang and stutter of the side screen door echoed around the house. 

Michael swore and carefully set you back on your feet. The both of you shuffled pants back up as footsteps approached.

“Hey!” You said elbowing him pointedly gesturing at the tattered shirt you had been wearing. 

A wolfish grin spread across his face, “what’s wrong sugar? You look great without it.”

You cocked an eyebrow giggling lightly as he handed you his patchwork jacket, which kept the cold out quite nicely. Michael swallowed thickly at the sight of you, easily backing you against the wall for a kiss, teasingly darting his hands under the jacket and around your waist. 

He was about to make a comment about how you almost wore it better than him when another couple stumbled around the corner. They smelled like they were drunk or high, and giggled excessively upon seeing the other couple already there. 

“Sorry, mate didn’t see ‘ya there,” called the blonde who towered over the person in front of him. Even in the partial light you recognized your friend and tried to hide behind Michael. 

Michael laughed again, a dry sound that masked the sound of his ignored belt refastening. “No problem, we were finishing up,” he said with a smirk before quickly walking back to the house, exposing you to your friend. 

They exaggeratedly grinned at you, “nice threads, whaddya do for ‘em?” 

You rolled your eyes at the joke, “nothing you haven’t… d’ya have a light?” 

They nodded and handed you a cigarette, before nodding over to their companion. “Think I should take him home?” You laughed around your cigarette and pretended to carefully inspect her newest prospect. 

“Well, he’s got that starry-eyed golden retriever look going for ‘em. The black nails are a nice touch though. But I’d have to say, uh-“ 

“Luke,” they offered you helpfully.  

“Luke,” you said nodding, “might be fun for a bit.” 

“That’s funny I was just thinking that about,” they said nodding towards Michael. 

“Michael,” you said grinning. 

You both giggled looking between the two and you were happy to see Michael lingering near the side of the house. Although he had a cigarette smoldering in his hand you hoped it was because of you. 

“I think,” your friend said giggling again, “we should share.” 

You laughed openly and shook your head before unconsciously clenching your jaw finally feeling the burning soreness in your thighs. You held the denim jacket tight over your body to keep the cold off your skin, greedily breathing in Michael’s distinct scent. You stomped out the end of your cigarette and smiled at your friend before wishing them good luck. 

You walked away and then turned to walk up the stoop, almost stumbling when Michael grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. He wrapped his arm around your waist under the jacket that was his, causing gooseflesh to spread across your skin. He held you close to him again and you felt his hot breath on your face, “if you’re not too busy,” he said licking his lips teasingly flashing the metal piercing, “I’m not done with you yet.”