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fortheloveoffanfic · 8 months ago

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Bad Habits Are Hard to Break When I'm With You.

Thomas Shelby x reader

Author's note: what is my obsession with Tommy having a mistress? 😭

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Summary: Thomas can't seem to stay away from his wife's new friend, and even if he could, neither of them would want him to.

Warnings: SMUT/NSFW, angst, infidelity

She’s like a bad habit- the worst of them. He could drink himself to oblivion, smoke until his lungs turn to marsh and drown his system with opium and she'd still be the worst habit- the worst addiction- he has. Thomas doesn’t recognize himself when he’s around her; it's like she enters a room and he’s entranced.

Under the control of a siren song or some enchantment.

She ruins him, makes a mess of him. Because Thomas thinks that even when she isn’t around, he’s completely and utterly in ruins at the thought of her. Her. Y/n. A recent friend of Lizzie’s, the object of his wildest and most lewd fantasies. He never even had time to be perplexed by the odd pair they made before being totally consumed by the very thought of her; Y/n, her expensive education and even more expensive London apartment and Lizzie, who he knows is only still married to him out of convenience. At this point, he can’t even remember where or how Lizzie met her, just that she was in his drawing room one day, sipping gin and wearing lips so red that he swore they’d been painted with the juices of fresh, spring berries.

Since then, he’s kissed those lips. Tasted their sweetness, been intoxicated by their saccharine flavor.

And his wife hasn’t suspected a damn thing- at least, he thinks she hasn’t. If she has, Thomas hasn’t noticed, and that may be because his interests have been lying elsewhere.

And now he’s sitting so close to her that he swears that her perfume floods his senses with every inhale. Thomas knows that he can just reach over and lay his hand on her thigh, but what kind of husband does that right in front of his wife? The worst kind. Thomas knows that he’s probably amongst the worst of the worst, the type that would reach over and splay his hand under Y/n’s skirt while they dined with Lizzie but Y/n is as good of a friend as she can be given the circumstances and would give him an earful if he did something like that.

So he’ll keep his hands above table and try to contain himself for as long as necessary.

Dinner seems to drag on, though. There’s an eternity between the moment the first drink is laid before them to the moment Francis announces that dessert will be served shortly. Thomas swears that he’s gone gray by the time the meal is over, and by then, the tension is enough to stifle him.

“Oh, Tommy,” Lizzie knocks off the ash from her cigarette, “I forgot to mention, Y/n is staying over tonight. The drive back to her place is so long, and her driver asked for the rest of the night off.”

“I hope it's no imposition,” Y/n interjects after a long sip of her wine, and the sparkle in her eyes when she says it is telling of something more. Of course, Thomas already knows she’ll be staying over, she’d already detailed her and Lizzie’s arrangement to him when they saw each other the day before, at a hotel in the city, where four walls had cocooned them for a few precious hours. “My driver is taking his wife to dinner for her birthday, but if its any trouble, I can try to make other arrangements.”

“No trouble,” Thomas shrugs, holding her gaze, “Anything for a….friend of my wife.”

At that, Lizzie scoffs a chuckle, “Well that’s a first,” she jokes brashly, polishing off her wine before reaching over to pour herself another glass.

Y/n chuckles too, and the sound is so melodious that he thinks he’s never heard something sweeter, “I must be special then,” she teases.

In response, Thomas huffs, and its only because he can’t say anything that won’t give them away. But in truth, Y/n is special; she’s the first woman to ever make his knees feel like they’re buckling every time with just a look, he has to pocket balled fists when he’s around her just so the tension coursing through his body has somewhere to go and he hangs on to every word she says.

She’s the only reason he’s still at that table; he and Lizzie rarely have dinner together, much less drinks afterwards. But Thomas can’t stand to let Y/n out of his sights. He wants to see the way her lips stain those minty, imported cigarettes that she enjoys and be privy to those moments when she casually runs her fingers along her collarbone.

It's possible that she’s worse than an addiction - Y/n is an obsession, and he is nothing but a fiend.

The rest of their quiet evening passes with her and Lizzie dominating the conversation, with Thomas only enduring the whole thing so he can be in Y/n’s orbit. Afterward, they separate; Lizzie decides to show Y/n to her room, and he steals away to his office under the guise of having to work. Though, while there are a series of documents that require his attention, it's impossible for Thomas to focus while she’s in the room over his head. Probably peeling off that stunning silk dress, exposing ample breasts and perfect curves while the smooth fabric skims down thighs that he’s tasted the inside of and legs that have locked around his hips more times than he can count. And because of that, the excuse of having to work is just that, an excuse. A way to bide time until he’s certain that Lizzie is their room, hopefully deep in a wine induced slumber.

When the house finally goes still, Thomas deserts his suit coat and heads upstairs, passing his own bedroom and pausing in front of the guest room where the yellow glow of a lamp seeps out from under the door. Without knocking, he turns the knob and pushes the door open slowly, hoping to quiet the pesky creek that accompanies the motion.

Thomas finds Y/n on a chair near the window, which she has opened. The tall lamp is positioned over her shoulder, and in her hands, she clutches a novel with a name he doesn’t recognize past the title being obviously in French. “What’re you readin’ eh?”

Marking her page, she sets the book down in her lap, freeing the view of her chest, clad in a rayon nightie that doesn’t do much to hide the fact that she isn’t wearing a bra. “A book. It's French.” Y/n hums.

“I can tell,” He huffs, and Y/n laughs softly.

Deserting the chair, she stands and proceeds to cross the floor. Her steps are practically inaudible on the lacquered floors, possibly because she isn’t wearing shoes. “Its……romantic, in its own way,” when she reaches him, Y/n looms her arms around his neck and Thomas instinctively takes firm hold of her hips, the warmth of her skin permeating the thin fabric. “You wouldn't get it.”

“Callin’ me stupid?” Thomas arches a brow.

Y/n giggles, a sound so thrilling that Thomas struggles to not come apart right there. “Oh, I would never,” the tips of her fingers caress his nape so gently that they feel like butterfly wings beating against his skin. “It's about the devil. And a man.”

Thomas searches her eyes, “And what does the devil do to the man, eh?”

“Falls in love with him. Follows him around disguised as a woman and tries to seduce him,” Y/n offers simply, and Thomas pauses, “It reminds me of us,” she adds in a more hushed tone.

He squints a little, trying to understand what she could possibly be trying to say, “Why? Am I the man or the devil?”

At that, she laughs a little louder, “Well you're hardly a virgin boy,” leaning into him a bit more, Y/n continues, inching her lips closer and lowering her tone, breath fanning his neck, “Perhaps we're both the devil.”

“Oui,” he offers humorously, Burmie accent muddling his pronunciation.

Licking her lips, she stands on her toes to bring them closer to his, and at this point, her breasts are pressed firmly to his chest, “Mon cher Belzébuth, je t'adore,” (my dear Beelzebub, I adore you). Y/n’s accent is the perfect product of a well-educated and widely traveled woman, and he can practically taste her words as they send the most pleasurable tingle up the center of his back.

“Maybe I should read that book,” Thomas suggests.

Y/n’s hand starts creeping downwards, first grazing his shoulder, then his chest, passing over his stomach before finally settling on the bulge in his trousers. There must be a spark when her fingers curl against him because that would be the only reason for the hitch of his breath. “Perhaps you should do something else,” she gives him a purposeful squeeze, and Thomas mirrors the motion by tightening his grip on her hips.

“Yeah?” He rasps, pressing his forehead to hers.

“Yes,” Y/n hisses. His lips come down on hers, and she readily relinquishes control. Her mouth is, just as he remembers, soft and warm. Y/n’s lips are sweet from the wine and he can taste the mint from her last cigarette. When he curls his fingers around the back of her thighs, hoisting her up into his arms, she gasps.

“You never said if I was special,” her breathy words punctuate their hungry kisses.

“Really?” He breathes, walking forward until her back hits the nearest wall, eliciting a soft ‘omph’. “Well sweetheart, let me show you.”

Caressing his nape, Y/n bucks her hips, “Please.”

Securing her against the wall, Thomas shoves the hem of her nightie up Y/n’s thighs, feeling the contrast of her warm, silky skin under his rough, calloused fingers. “All night,” he rasps between fervent, open-mouthed kisses, “You’ve been a fuckin’ distraction,” he squeezes her hips so tightly that his fingers might leave bruises, “What are you doin’ to me woman? Eh?” He groans when she bites his lower lips, “You’re a fuckin’ drug.”

If there's anything worse than opium, it's probably her.

Y/n giggles softly, “Am I now? Drugs are intoxicating.”

In his arms, he carries Y/n over to the bed, unceremoniously dropping her onto the perfectly made sheets. Clamoring onto the mattress, Thomas quickly positions himself between her spread legs and undoes his shirt, casting it off to the side before leaning over her, so their faces are a mere inch apart. “So are you,” he smirks, sealing his words off with a searing kiss.

“Thomas,” Y/n croons when his lips travel to the column of her neck, hips bucking towards his in an unspoken plea. His response is a low hum as he nibbles on her skin. “Please,” she begs again, and he revels in her insistence; he’s had women long for him, but its different with Y/n. With Y/n, everything else fades to black, and they’re the only two people in the world. With Y/n, his reciprocated desire for her will always doubled;

No person has ever longed for another the way he yearns for Y/n.

“Patience,” he teases, hands taking their time as they appreciate the topography of her curves. By now, he can probably draw a map of her from memory; Thomas has a million pictures of her stowed in his mind and his fingers know the shape of her even when she isn’t in the room. There isn’t another body- or anything else- that he’s committed so well.

He can single out her laugh in a sea of chatter. Smell her perfume the minute she walks into a room filled with fragrant flowers.

Y/n’s glossy, burgundy nails dig into his back, leaving crescent shaped marks in their wake, while her bare heels press into his thighs. When Thomas’ lips reach her chest, he sucks purplish bruises into the swell of her breasts causing goosebumps to litter her otherwise silky skin.

His own desire strains against the rough fabric of his trousers, making them so tight that its hard to ignore. But Thomas’s determination to prolong his time with her triumphs all else; it's always been so peculiar to him, how half the pleasure of being with her came from just being with her. In her orbit, knowing she’s in the same room with him, touching him - choosing him when millions of other men would probably fall at her feet at a moment’s notice.

“Thomas,” she croons when he pushes her night dress up so his kisses can travel to the plane of her stomach. His fingers maintain a white knuckled grip on the fabric, and its probably the only thing keeping him sane enough to completely debauch her.

“Mmm?” he hums, mouth lingering right above her public bone, “Tell me what you want, darling.”

“You,” Y/n heaves, hips lifting off the bed, only for Thomas to force them down with a bruising grip. Her fingers, lithe and warm, thread through his hair, “I just want you.”

After peppering a series of feather-light kisses to the inside of her thighs, he works his way up her body again, eventually peeling the fabric over her head. “What?” She breathes when Thomas pauses, one elbow sunken into the mattress, holding him up over her while he cups her cheek with his free hand. He marvels at the softness of her skin beneath his touch, the way it feels like she's been conjured up by some combination of Japanese silk and gypsy magic. With every exhale, he can feel the tops of her bare breasts touching his chest, and Thomas can taste the wine from earlier on her breath.

She's real, she tangible, she's there.

And yet, most times, he can't believe that she's in his life.

“I'd do anythin’ for you, you know that?” He'd kill for her - he'd live for her.

His words make Y/n smile a little, that little twist of her full lips that makes his heart tick a little quicker. “What a politician you are,” reaching up, Y/n's thumb gently caresses the scar near his eye.

There's a little voice in his head that aches to argue; he would never use that hollow, politician's charm on her. He can't. Her eyes make it difficult to lie to her. But he's too concerned with….other endeavors to try to change her mind. Instead of arguing, Thomas catches her lips in a heady kiss, while Y/n clumsily reaches between them to undo his trousers, before using the front of her feet to shove them, along with his pants, down his legs

Unable to hold himself back for any longer, Thomas lines himself up with her entrance and pushes in. There's a moment of euphoria; a low groan that probably filters out of the room and a lewd moan that makes no effort to hide what they're doing.

Simply put, she feels like the closest to heaven he’ll ever get, and Thomas is perfectly fine with that.

If her body is the pearly gates, if her lips are Eden's fruit. If her fingers tracing patterns on his skin is grace from a god that has otherwise forgotten him, Thomas will take it with pleasure. In fact, he'll pray for it. To it.

“Fuck,” Thomas grunts, stirring a rough, albeit controlled, rhythm. With one arm curled around his back and the other hand clinging to his shoulder, Y/n presses her face to the side of Thomas’, alternating between kissing his jaw and drawing in audible, hitched breaths. The little noises that he’s able to extract never fails to inch him closer to release.

Simultaneously, the feel of him filling her up so well that it almost burns is exhilarating. Y/n can feel every vein running along his shaft, and each stroke ensures that Thomas hits the perfect spot. The friction he creates with each thrust makes her toes curl tightly and her hips reach for his, eager to match his pace.

Dragging her nails along his back, they tickle his nape before settling on the top of his head, so she can thread her fingers through his hair. “Thomas…..” she pants, breathless, “I'm-”

He doesn't let her finish, instead snatching her lips in a searing kiss. Her skin is hot, and Y/n’s legs, still wound around his hips, start tightening. Her vision goes white and her mind is reduced to a muddled mess when it happens;

Complete and unparalleled bliss.

No one can make her feel what Thomas does, wield her body the way he does.

Their mouths are still locked when she moans softly and he feels her walls clench around him.

Thomas’ strained grunt is accompanied by the rhythmic roll of his hips lapsing into harsh, jerked movements. Sliding his free hand down her side, he takes a bruising hold of her waist. He can feel her body quaking while his goes rigid. His ragged breaths tumble into her mouth between messy kisses and noses pressed together. As Thomas pours himself into her, every sound she makes is amplified, panting that matches the heavy rise and fall of his chest, the pitch in her inhale at the moment her back curves gracefully, and the slow rustle of sheets as she gives them a grounding tug.

Spent, Thomas gingerly detaches himself from Y/n and rolls onto his back, but not without his arm curled around her shoulders. She settles in the space between his arm and chest and stretches her arm out to drape it across his mid. He raises his hand to lazily thread his stocky fingers through her hair, and her eyes slip shut at the comforting sensation.

Oh, the things she’d give to fall asleep like that every night.

They stay tangled up like that for a while, but still not for nearly as long as either of them would prefer. The clock, in some odd corner of Thomas’ vast abode eventually reminds them of the late hour at the stroke of midnight, its familiar sound traveling to even the home’s most private quarters. With a sigh, Y/n shifts and presses her forehead to his side, “You should go,” she whispers.

Thomas’ response isn’t much, a rough hum of acknowledgement and his fingers trailing from her hair to stroke the center of her back. The pads of his fingers aren’t anything akin to the men that she usually surrounds herself with, they’re harsh and worn from having clawed their way out of Small Heath – and fighting to stay out.

“Go to sleep,” he eventually rasps, and she feels his lips on the top of her head for a moment. Y/n wants to protest; she likes to be awake when he leaves, if only so she can savor every last second of his presence. Soak him up, sear the image of him into her mind lest it be the last time she lays her eyes on him.

Because what they share is so fragile and so marred by recklessness and immorality that its a wonder its lasted so long.

Perhaps they're lucky. Or just too selfish to habour even a thread of guilt.

Thomas, on the other hand, usually prefers to slip away when Y/n is asleep. It's easier, he thinks, not having her arms tight around him when he reluctantly deserts her embrace, not having to look at her as he inches the door shut. He can maintain apathy when her hold is limp and her hair has fallen over her face; he can pretend she’s just another tryst and not the woman who has completely beguiled him. The one he’d swear himself to at a moment’s notice.

“Go,” Y/n urges after a stretch of steady, comfortable silence, “before she goes looking for you.”

Instead of making a move to get out of the bed, Thomas tightens his embrace, “I don’t care,” he returns in the same hushed tone, “let her look.” Let her do whatever she wants, its not like their marriage can get any worse than it already is.

“I care,” Y/n sits up, pulling the sheets over her chest. Freeing one of her hands, she touches the side of his face, and Thomas leans into her palm, “Lizzie is my friend. She’s a good friend.”

Licking his lips, Thomas sits up against the headboard, “if I told you to choose, would you?”

Y/n searches his eyes, trying to determine how serious he’s being. “In a heartbeat,” she promises earnestly, tipping her chin slightly before leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips. She pulls away before Thomas can deepen it, but his fingers return to her hair, keeping her face close to his. “But you don’t want that.”

“You always know what I want, eh,” Thomas scoffs sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “I should go,” he determines, fingers curling in her hair slightly. When they kiss again, Y/n drops the blanket, pressing one hand to the center of his chest while her other lingers on his face. His arm goes around her back against, hand splayed on the center in a bid to keep her close. The kiss is deep and quickly devolves to a messy affair. His tongue slips past her teeth, exploring her mouth, and she's melting into him.

Neither of them are sure who pulls away first, but the moment is taunt with painful reluctance. His hand leaves her hair so Thomas can ghost his thumb over her plump, lower lip. “I should go,” he determines again, and Y/n shuffles away so he can get out of bed. Slumping against the tufted headboard, she watches as he gets dressed, pulling on articles of clothing as he finds them, before finally collecting his shoes in his hand. He doesn’t say anything as he leaves. In fact, Thomas doesn’t even look at her; he thinks if he does before he gets to the door, he simply won’t leave.

“Goodnight, Tom,” Y/n offers softly as he eases the door open, careful to not let it creak.

When he’s safely in the corridor, he peers at her through the four inch crack, “‘Night, Y/n.” He swears her eyes tun glassy as she holds his gaze, but he can’t be sure that isn’t just his hope that she wants him to stay as much as he wants to.

The door is finally shut with the most subtle of clicks, and Thomas spends the next handful of seconds staring up the hall, checking that the door to the master bedroom doesn’t open. It's really for Y/n, because he’s been on the receiving end of Lizzie’s threats long enough for them to roll off his back. Satisfied that he's in the clear, Thomas offers the door to the guest room one final, backwards glance before setting off on quiet steps, practically forcing himself to press forward.

There's a hollowness residing within him that yawns wider every time he leaves her, like a grave that gets deeper or a valley that stretches open. It's almost as if Y/n fills and overfills that gaping emptiness within him, and then, when she’s gone again, Thomas is worse off than before.

He needs her more than he did before.

Gripping shoes a little tighter, he summons the same resolve that kept him alive in the tunnels, and trudges to his room. The walk towards his room is long, and he swears he may need blinders, the type riders put on horses, to stop him from looking back. He just wants to see if she’s poking her head out of the room, the way she watches from the window when he leaves her flat. While he doesn’t think he can bear her eyes tonight, Thomas doesn’t want to miss the chance to look into them one more time, either.

When Thomas finally gets to the master bedroom, just as he opens the door, he gives in. He looks – but she isn’t there. Instead, he catches a glimpse of the door being pulled shut, the soft click echoing off soaring walls.

She’s gone, and now he must wait. For the next fix. The next hit. The next time she’s willing to lend him her time.

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yourfatherlucifer · 1 year ago

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Oh Bite Me (CS)

Vampire!San x afab!Reader

Summary: A blood thirsty demon of the night, but he’s your best friend and your roommate. You have to deal with his antics and his flirtatious acts.

Warnings: MDNI, male masturbation, slight voyeur, getting caught, unprotected sex, biting/blood, marking, pervert!san, short pwp, switch!san, cursing, sarcastic!reader

Trope: Friends To Lovers

Genre: Smut

AU: Supernatural

WC: 1.1k

Rated: R

��San, quit leaving your underwear in the damn washer! You’d think being alive for so long you’d know how to do your laundry.” You had growled in frustration, slamming the washer lid shut.

San snickered from the other room, “Oh well, you know you love it!”

You threw a disgusted look towards his voice, “I do not like seeing your underwear.”

San brought himself out of his room, shirt missing from his torso, “Then what about this~”

You groaned and turned away from him, “Please put a shirt on, dude.”

You waved him off, having enough of his crap, "Whatever, I've gotta go to work, so see you later. Don't," you point your finger in his face, "do anything weird."

San smirked, "No promises, baby girl."

You grimaced, "Don't fucking call me that."

You grabbed your things and left for work, leaving San to his own devices. Which meant...he went through your underwear drawer, pervert.

San smiled as he held the fabric in his hands, twisting the material in his fingers, it was fresh underwear, but that didn't mean it didn't have your smell anymore, right? San tried to locate your smell anyway. He buried his nose in the fabric as if trying to pull your pheromones from it.

His dick hardened just from the smell engulfing his nostrils, he knows you'd drive a stake through his heart if you caught him. It gave him a thrill, going out like that.

He ran to his room with the panties in hand, his dick straining against his basketball shorts. He didn't even bother shutting his door as he knew you'd be home late. With his back to the mattress, he trailed his hand up his chest, giving his small nipples a squeeze. His back arched off the bed, giving a breathy moan.

"f..fuck, oh my god." San whines out while tweaking his now pointed nipples, giving them equal attention. His cock twitched in his pants, eager for the attention he was giving to his chest.

He whined in frustration and shimmied off his shorts, he didn't wear underwear, it was like he was expecting this to happen.

When his cock slammed against his abdomen, he grabbed it hastily, wrapping the panties around his base. The precum from his cock was near dripping, almost as if he came untouched, but he hadn't yet.

The fabric created such a friction on his wet and red cock that he was near tears from the feeling. His hand pumped up and dumb, twisting left and right in a vigor motion, eager to cum on your panties.

He was already pussy drunk, but without the pussy, god he wanted to be inside you so bad, but your underwear would have to do for now.

His fangs bit into his lips, nearly drawing blood from the pressure. Little did San realize you had turned your car back around to return home, you forgot some paperwork you needed for work.

You had walked into the apartment, San's moans filling your ears, but you didn't see any other shoes by the door. Was he by himself?

You slowly walked into the hallway, stopping in front of San's room, eyes wide, the door was wide open for you to see his lewd act of getting off on your underwear. Which were now stained with his cum.

"San?"

He quickly shot up, grabbing a pillow to cover his still rock hard cock, "Y/N! Fucking hell, you're home! Hi!" He smiled nervously, his fangs retracting into his mouth.

"The hell are you doing, dirty boy? Is that my underwear?" You approached him and in return he backed up into his headboard, staring at the dirtied pair of underwear in his fist.

"Uh..Maybe?"

You shook your head and pushed San down onto the mattress, 'You're such a pervert."

San's eyes grew in size as he became nervous, "no.."

Something snapped in San as he flipped you around, to lay you on the mattress, "Why, does it bother you? That I fuck myself to you? To your underwear?" He licked a stripe up your neck, "Can I bite you?"

You nod and pull him closer, "Do it."

San sunk his teeth into your neck, careful to miss an artery. As the blood filled his mouth, he moaned in pleasure, “You taste so good, Y/N.”

You held his head to your neck, eyes closed in pure bliss, "More, feels so good."

San smirked against your neck, "If I do, I could drain you dry, and I don't want that. I want to fuck you everyday if I can have the chance. I want to feel your wet cunt around me. I want to feel your heat as I push my cock into you."

The vampire pulled himself away and moved down to your clothed cunt, pulling down your work pants, gawking at your soaked underwear, "Awe, this for me?"

You glared at him before rolling your eyes, "Who else, dumbass?"

San's cat-like eyes narrowed at you and decided to punish you by sinking his teeth into your plush thighs, gulping down the blood. Your hands flew to his hair, pulling each way. What a fucking tease.

"Watch it, don't be a bad girl."

San slipped a finger inside of you and stared into your eyes, smiling mischievously. His finger pumped in and out, curling around the sponge-like surface.

Your moans filled his ears, it was bringing him pleasure just by hearing your delicious sounds and listening to your heart racing. He kissed along your stomach and abdomen as he brought you pleasure with his fingers.

"San~ faster, please!"

He bit along your stomach, leaving marks behind but not drawing blood, he didn't wanna drain you too much.

Once he felt you begin to tighten around his fingers, he pulled his fingers out. Now replacing it with the tip of his large cock.

"Ready?"

You nodded, eager.

San pushed his cock in slowly, throwing his head out, his tongue flying out of his mouth, "Fuck! This is so much better than I imagined! I fucking love your cunt wrapped around me. I never want anything else again."

His grip on your waist tightened as his cock pounded into you, his moans were overpowering yours. Whines poured out of his mouth as he thrusted his own hips into yours. Curses flew out of his mouth as he kept going.

San was near tears once again, "what, pretty boy, can't keep up with the pleasure?" you teased.

San growled, "Shut up! You know you feel just as good as I."

His orgasm was rapidly approaching, "Gonna cum in you."

He bit into your neck once more as his cum spurt inside, some even spilling out as you came with him.

San fell to your chest, "Fuck..that felt so good."

He then sat back up, "wanna go again?"

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insomniactic-daydream · 2 months ago

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My Y/n x Aizawa Crack Fic:

Single mom Y/n Shinso and Shoto Aizawa.

Y/n had Hitoshi as a teenager with a psychopath, and Hitoshi’s quirk manifested while trying to save her from literally being murdered by him. (Dark ik)

This caused Y/n not to trust men, and she never brings back dates to her house unless it's serious, which it never reaches that point.

She meets Aizawa after trying to pick up her son from late training (going home for the weekend maybe) and Eri is also there, and everybody gets introduced. But nothing really sparks there, just friendly talk.

However, on a date goes wrong, Y/n gets stood up at the bar; the same bar Aizawa just so happens to be at while babysitting Midnight and Mic, with the support of sober Toshinori.

They end up talking, and he ends up walking her back to her place (just walking mkay). And she is completely fine with it cause it's her son's teacher, yknow. But holy shit this is her son's teacher, and she kinda of likes him and he kinda likes her.

Hitoshi has always been fine with her going on dates; I mean, none of the men really lasted long enough for him to see. That was until he heard a man's voice in the kitchen after his mom late date. He freezes internally. A man in his home means shit is serious, but not to the point of them meeting cause he heard the man's car leave shortly after.

He tries to question you, reaching for any information you might give about the guy, and you're just tight-lipped, saying that if not, his business unless it becomes serious.

You're always cautious with what time to bring Aizawa home for a stay-in date, never doing it unless Hitoshi stays at the dorm.

He is going crazy trying to draw conclusions on who it may be. And it just so happens, the mystery man slips up and leaves a jacket. Wafting up the kitchen up of sandalwood and vanilla cologne.

Of course, the jacket is gone by the next day, but Hitoshi swears he's smelled that specific cologne before.

And so when he walks the halls of U.A and smells that same cologne. He quickly snaps his neck towards its direction.

"No fucking way." He says as he stares directly to Present Mic. Who just so happened to have stole Aizawa's cologne that day cause he forgot to spray some before work. LMAO.

It takes a lot for Hitoshi to be baffled, and this was his breaking point. He storms over to Present Mic and grabs his shoulders.

"Please for the love of all my sanity, tell me you're not the man my mom is dating." Hitsohi says as he explains his evidence to him.

Mic had suspected Aizawa to be seeing someone but not a student’s mother. So in Mic fashion, he just starts fucking screaming. Causing a few bloody ear drums in the halls.

Then his quirk is nullified by none other than the motherfucker (literally) himself.

"What's with the rucus?" Aizawa glares at the blonde.

"Shinso thinks I'm dating his mom because of the cologne I'm wearing, care to take a wiff." Mic says smirkingly as he just found out his friends biggest secret.

Aizawa doesn't even need to smell. He knew his damn bottle at his desk was missing. And although he's holding his composure on the outside, he's just thinking, 'Shit. Y/n is going to freak.'

Aizawa sighs, stalling trying to find the words because it's either he tells the kid or Mic spills the beans.

"What's going on here?" Y/n appears, with none other than the infamous jacket, intertnally panicking considering Aizawa said it be the perfect time to give it back to him; guess not.

Hitoshi lets go of Mic and nudges him towards his mom.

"Go on. Grab your jacket."

"What are you about, man. I don't wear anything but my signature leather."

“Why else would my mom be hear with a man’s jacket that smells exactly like you, huh?!”

“Hitoshi, honey relax, please.”

“You’re not even going to deny it!?”

At this point, Shinso is fully tweaking out. Any spec of his normal composure is just gone; which Y/n and Aizawa are secretly finding funny.

“It’s not his jacket honey” you nervously laugh out fiddling with the jacket, unable to find words to tell him that you’re dating his mentor.

Aizawa sees this and decides to take the reins of this disaster, after all, he did leave the jacket in the first place.

“It’s mine. And the only reason Mic smells like it is because he’s a thief.” He says, taking the jacket from his girlfriend’s hand while glaring at the blonde culprit.

“What.”

“I’m taking this as my cue to leave..peace! Nice meeting you Momma Shinso” Mic says awkwardly between the baffled silence between his friend and his student. He quickly leaves.

Y/n and Aizawa exchange glances before looking to the baffled boy. Shinso still in the process of how he should be feeling.

Relieved that he won’t have megaphone siblings, but also aghast at the fact that the person he viewed as a father figure is actually not far from being it.

“I think we broke him.”

“Shut up. You’re the one who left the damn jacket, this is all you. Hitoshi honey? Are you alright?”

Even after all the stuff with his bio dad, Shinso never thought that he would ever say the words that are about to come outta his mouth.

“I think I need a therapist.”

This has been in my drafts since forever. I used to have a few chapters of this concept on my Wattpad idk if I still do.

#x reader #mha #mha aizawa #aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #bnha aizawa #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa shōta #bhna x reader #bhna

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miheartsedthings · 1 year ago

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Billy request if you do em :)

52. “Can I kiss you?”

TA-DA! Hope you didn't think I forgot you or anything.

Summary: Post- graduation, Billy's found-family has been teaching him about consent. He hasn't fully grasped it.

"Can I Kiss You?"*

TW: Dubious consent

Billy and his friends approach you at the first party of the semester. Billy’s one of the hottest guys you’ve ever seen in person, overshadowing anyone else you’ve met on campus and easily trumping everyone at the party. You don’t expect to look up from your drink and have his undivided attention. Yet there he is, sauntering over to you in a leather jacket with no shirt underneath. In his eyes is such a steady determination you find yourself unable to look away as he approaches.

“Ask her first, B.” Steve urges him but Billy's eyes are cloudy with drink and intention. Nancy stands red-faced between him and Robin while Steve is shaking his head at the way Billy is invading your personal space. Whatever group mission they're on has already derailed and you're at the center of it.

“Damn,” he says, his eyes dragging up and down your form “Gorgeous, every time.” His proximity forces you against the wall.

“Billy boy,” Robin calls with a chuckle, “Ask.”

“Ask–?” you're interrupted as he takes your cheeks into his warm palms.

“Can I?”

Billy pulls you into a kiss, intense and greedy. He knows you want him just as much as he wants you. His mouth is warm, beer sour. His breath brushes your face as he turns that penetrating gaze into your eyes.

“You liked that. Yeah?”

His words are buried under music for the others, but you hear him loud and clear, nose to nose as you are. You nod.

“What did you wanna ask?”

Your tone is distracted, and your brain goes fuzzy when he kisses you again, your back bumps into the wall and you hold his forearms. His friends are snickering behind him.

“There goes the consent rule” Steve says.

“Was that ever a stable subject for him?” Nancy adds.

Billy picks you up and you straddle him, earning moans from the others which both of you ignore. Billy takes you somewhere, a playful grin spreading his lips as he carries you up the steps. He’s drunk, stumbling to the side a little, bumping you into the wall. The two of you laugh.

“A little sloppy, huh?” You chide.

He snickers, tossing you up against his chest, his hands gripping up under your skirt, the sudden violation elicits a startled, thrilling sound as you look down at him with renewed excitement. His eyes amused, daring you to doubt his control.

“Yeah,” he says, “A bit.”

Upstairs, the music slightly faded, the darkened hallway is sparse of bodies. The occasional mumbled voice from behind a closed door is all. Billy backs you against a wall and now your tongues have met. Your fingers play in his hair and his crotch is pushed against yours, warm and so close. This feeling is painfully good. The power of being that thing he wants to fuck. Radient with some golden honey men can smell. His tongue curls into your mouth to taste it, hands messaging your ass, his fingers rubbing the little strip of cloth covering your pussy.

He moves to your neck, biting hard enough to startle you and then sucking, intent on leaving a mark as his hips grind into you. The hard curve of his tip bumps your clit and your hand tightens in his hair. He’s warm. His toned body between your legs, pressing you to the wall, his mouth against your neck, drawing moans without hardly trying. The pressure of him between your legs feels so sweet. So perfect.

He moves his mouth to your cleveage, then pulls down your dress, exposing your tits, and in the moment between seeing your nipples and sucking them, words tumble from his lips which reach your ears at a delay.

“Can I?”

Every swirl of his tongue around your nipple sends a little surge right through your clit, a magic trick that makes you press his head in harder, urging his sucking and gently nibbling.

“Fuck,” you breath, every little swivel of your hips grinds against his shaft, and he moans, switching to your other nipple. Footsteps on the stairs send a flush of raw nerves buzzing through you in a warm rush. “Someone’s coming.”

Your words hushed against his ear only excite him more. The idea that someone will see the two of you- see you with your legs open for him, as close to fucking as kissing can get.

“Billy,” you whisper. The people have reached the hall and you know they’ve spotted you, their loud voices drop to hushed tones. A flush of embarrassment makes you squirm against the wall, burying your face into his neck to hide. “Billy, please.”

Finally, he listens. Abruptly, he takes your weight against him and continues down the hall, bursting into the first room you find unlocked. You find yourself tossed onto your back on a mess of blankets. Billy pulls off your panties, his eyes heavy with lust and focused on your nakedness as he stands back and takes off his jacket.

“Fuck, baby,” his eyes trail up to your chest, and finally your face. He smirks. “Don’t look so nervous.”

“I’m not,” you say, though your words are belied by the quiver in your voice. You prop yourself up on your elbows as Billy is crawling onto the bed, his hand falls to your lips, rubbing your wetness over them, staring down at the act like it’s just so beautiful.

“Billy,”

“Yeah?”

He doesn’t look up. Transfixed as he is by the slow swirling.

“What did you wanna ask me?”

He pushes his middle finger inside, and as he does, as he’s sinking in past the first knuckle and you’re softening at the feeling- his lips part, a wisp of an exhale. Finally, he looks at you with those drunken, lover-boy eyes and all of you goes warm from the center of your stomach out.

“If I could kiss you,” he says, leaning closer, eyeing your mouth again, his weight sinking the mattress beside your hip. You feel like a small animal about to be eaten. You start to form words, but he’s so close, and just as you try he pushes in another finger.

“Ask me? You didn’t–”

He’s kissing you, and his fingers are buried inside, curving into your flesh, pulling wetness out of you like fingering fruit. He groans and pulls back to look down.

“Fuck,” he says, “I knew it. Fuckin knew you were like this.”

He pulls harder, his fingers pushing hard and slow and every stroke brings more out of you, making you moan, turning your mouth onto his neck, your hands into his hair. You never do manage to answer the question. He never gets around to properly asking.

Hope you loved it ~

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy stranger things #stranger things #fanfic #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove 18+#miheartsedthings

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thewalkingwillowtree · 7 months ago

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Courting Ayelýn

Series Listing Found Here

Aonung x Original Na'vi Female Character

Summery: Pressured by his parents to enter a formal courtship, Aonung rebels in his own way and what starts as a ruse, turns into something real.

Note before reading: This is a spin off of my Safe Haven Series.

Reading Safe Haven is not necessary to follow this story.

Some characters have been aged up. Aonung in particular is 25.

Ayelýn is my own creation. *Pronounced Aye-Lin

Warning!! This part is pretty much pure smut.

Part 5 - When They Fucked II

The deep rumble of Aonung’s grunt of annoyance sent a rippling vibration through Ayelýn’s body.

With another warning, he pushed her hand away.

“It’s not- ngh!” A strangled whine broke from her lips as his thrusts sped up. Lýn tried yet again to reach a hand between them- to where they were joined, but the skxawng snatched her hand away. Again!

“Stop, Lýn,” he said firmly, pinning her wrist above her head.

“It’s not going to work,” she snapped, fixing him with the sternest glare she could muster. It was difficult… especially because her entire body was thrumming with pleasure.

Like an annoying sneeze that refused to come, Lýn felt her impending orgasm lingering- right there on the cusp. It was so close, she could just about taste it. All she needed was the slightest hint of attention on her poor clit. She couldn’t come without the stimulation of it- she’d never had.

But Aonung, like a stubborn man on mission, was adamant that she didn’t need it- that he could make her come alone from his ‘oh so wondrous co-’

Lýn gasped when he suddenly pulled out of her.

Feeling empty as her walls pulsed around nothing, he manhandled her into another position. And with a yelp, she was flipped onto her stomach. Hips drawn up to bring her to her knees, in one swift thrust, she was filled again.

They moaned in unison as they adjusted to the new angle.

He was so far in- it was as though she forgot how to breathe. So deep it felt as if he were in her lungs- her throat. And when he began to move, she saw stars.

Fingers tightening in her hair, he yanked her head back and mouthed along the span of her exposed neck.

“You feel amazing, gorgeous. Soo, fucking tight and-” he grunted when she clamped around him.

Hips setting a ruthless pace against hers, Lýn whined and keened- barely able to hold herself up as her fingers clenched into fits around the material of the mats beneath them. She quaked at the tug of her tail and was so far gone, all thoughts from her mind were wiped clean.

Breasts shaking with every jerk, on one particular thrust, Aonung hit something inside of her that made her cry out. Her back bowed as she ached into it and- Eywa.

“Ayelýn,” he growled into her skin. He could feel her fluttering around him, squeezing him so tight he damn near came.

When he reared up onto his knees, he slipped out for a fraction of a second despite her mewling protest. He pumped himself once, twice, before lining up and slamming back into her with a powerful thrust, using her hips as leverage.

Lýn’s arms gave out as white hot pleasure wrecked her- face hiding in the crook of her arm.

Near delirious as she came, the tides didn’t stop- she felt it from the tingling of her scalp- hair fisted in Aonung’s hand- to the ends of her toes and the tip of her tail.

And all the while her body spasmed, Aonung talked her through it- drawing out her climax with languid thrusts, murmuring sweet words of praise in her ear.

Not long after that, he spilled into her, releasing a deep, satisfied sigh as if coming home from a long journey.

“Told you I could make you come like that,” he gloated, nipping her hip bone. He smothered his chuckle into her tummy when Lýn smacked him with her tail.

Sprawled on her back, her chest was still heaving as she recovered. Aonung had slipped one of her legs over his shoulder when he’d settled between her thighs, chin perched on the same spot he’d just kissed as he peered up at her.

A hint of light broke through the hideaway, signaling that morning was near, yet neither of them hustled to right themselves- both secretly wanting to stay in their little bubble just a while longer.

Since their heated encounter a few weeks ago, there was an undeniable change between the two of them. Subtle at first, it had flickered into a maddening and almost uncontrollable fire.

When it started, Lýn had made halfhearted objections, reminding him of her rules- despite the fact that they’d already been broken on multiple occasions.

But Aonung was ridiculously persuasive and she just about folded every time he promised it’d be, “the last time.”

Oh the liar.

It began…

With kissing.

Needy, frantic kisses- all for show of course- when a very persistent Ezly kept trying to get Aonung’s attention at another feast they’d attended- despite the fact that it was well known by now that he and Lýn were in “a secure courtship.”

Followed then by soft goodbye pecks that Lýn would try to shy away from, only for Aonung to claim her lips entirely and have her caving in seconds.

Then there were the kisses that came naturally, almost as if there was no thought to it- fleeting little things that happened in the blink of an eye- her, bringing him a drink of water while he and his team were sweat soaked from working on rebuilding a Keftxo pier- and him, ducking to brush his lips over hers in thanks.

They happened so often now that Lýn found herself leaning in expectantly in moments she thought he’d kiss her- even freezing once or twice in embarrassment when she’d read the moment wrong. Aonung read her all too clearly however- his grin would be so wild and wicked while she feebly denied her intentions- words quieting as he gladly silenced her with his lips.

Gradually, their public displays of affection continued in private, with a feverish intimacy that confused them both when they eventually went their separate ways.

Aonung’s hideaway had become a secret haven for them- one that was put to good use in the past couple weeks.

Any excuse was used to end up at the little shack, and although they skirted around each other, playing with fire in an odd sort of foreplay that turned bickering into flirting- without fail they collided- exploring each other's bodies with a passionate intensity.

It wasn’t always passionate though.

Sometimes it was playful and sweet, others simply exploratory, where they taught each other what they liked. There were of course the moments where it was pure animalist fucking- raw and savage that left them with bites and bruises.

And then there was the type that they both secretly liked the most- the one that didn’t feel like fucking. It was the type of fuck that felt like making love…

But no matter the kind, after each time, while they basked in the afterglow, they talked.

Some nights they’d whisper and giggle as they swapped childhood stories. Some mornings, on the brink of sleep and wake, they’d revealed hidden fears- him, not knowing if he was good enough to be Olo'eyktan, and her- worried about the unknown, about her future.

There were also the rare occasions their tongues slipped up- admitting things they’d buried deep inside of them-

I want you to keep me forever.

And...

I wish you were mine.

- all said when they were both delirious and reeling from multiple orgasms- sweat slicked skin, roaming hands and mouths playing between hovering and fused as though trying to steal each other's last breaths.

Today however, they were content to just be.

Aonung drew shapes along her skin with his fingers, the digits trailing up the side of her thigh and over her flat stomach- circling her belly button.

It was quiet and calm- comfortable, and like always, they didn’t acknowledge what they’d just done.

Lýn smiled lazily- the kind of blissful smile she usually gave him after a thorough fuck. She cupped his cheek and ran a thumb across his bottom lip.

“You’re beautiful,” she murmured, staring at him.

He kissed her palm in thanks, doing a terrible job at not blushing.

He didn’t fucking blush.

And when he peered back at her- she had to look away- heart beating with a little bit of excitement, a little bit of fear.

It was that look again.

The one that spoke deep meaning.

The one she mistook for love…

After collecting her thoughts, she was the first to make a move. Aonung groaned grumpily, but let her untangle herself from him.

“It’s still early,” he complained, sprawling onto his back without a shred of modesty.

“I’ve been late twice already this week,” she said, reaching for her discarded tweng. “Slwen’s known for her hash warnings and you know she’s not quiet when she speaks. I think she’s on to me.”

“Slwen likes me- just tell her you’ve been with me.”

Lýn laughed. “And be given another lecture like the one my mother gave us? Yeah, no way.”

Tweng secured low on her waist, she scanned the mat covered floor in search of her top while her hands desperately tried to tame her wild hair.

Aonung covertly tucked her top a little more under him with a smirk, enjoying the view of her pacing. Her pretty little breasts had love bites scattered all over them. It was the only place she let him leave his marks.

“Have you seen my top?”

“No,” he lied.

Lýn zeroed in on him and held out her hand expectantly. It was not the first time he’d tried this.

“Aonung, come on, we have duties to get to today. I already have a long swim ahead of me.”

He obliged and got to his feet. “Let me drop you off, my skimwing will be faster.”

“You can’t,” she said, turning her back to him when he gestured for her to, and lifting her hair as he helped her with the ties of her top. “You have trainees to meet with this morning, remember?”

“They can wait,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to her nape as he hugged her from behind- one hand sneaking up to fondle a breast.

“Be nice to them, today.”

His face screwed up at that and before he could talk, she was speaking again.

“They’re just kids and they look up to you.”

“They’re not kids- and also, did they seriously tell on me?!”

They had.

Lýn had thought it quite amusing, yet adorable when the teenagers had shyly approached her to say hello during one of her visits to the main village.

Mid conversation- Anoung’s overly strict tendencies had come up, and though to the trainees she supported their leader’s choices, she still found herself speaking on their behalf.

She turned in Aonung’s arms to smile at him. “That’s not important. Just be a smidge nicer, yeah?” She moved to walk away, but Aonung pulled her back to him with a firm tug on her tail.

One large palm sinking into the strands at her nape, he gave her a firm kiss.

And when he pulled away, his face was a mask of seriousness. “We need to talk later,” he said without releasing her from his hold.

She licked her lips with a frown. “About?”

“I heard you had a visitor a few days ago. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Lýn rolled her eyes. “Who told you? Kaii? My mother?”

“No, your father actually.”

She snickered. “I swear, you two are such terrible gossips.”

But Aonung was not laughing. “Why didn’t you tell me Ezly visited you?”

Trying to deflect, she glanced downward at the appendage currently poking her. “Can you put that thing away if you insist on talking about this?”

Aonung sighed and let her go.

In the few seconds it took him to find his tweng and cover himself up, Lýn inconspicuously tried to sneak out. Before she could cross the threshold however, Aonung was quickly snagging her around the waist and tutting in disappointment.

He kept her pinned with his body against a bamboo beam. “We’re not done talking, Lýn. You still haven’t told me why-”

“Because of this,” she pointed at him. “You always get so worked up-”

“Ayelýn.”

“Almighty Eywa!” she hissed. “Nothing terrible happened, alright? Erzo-”

“Ezly.”

She rolled her eyes again. “Her, yes... She came by all rude and huffy, telling me that it was only a matter of time before you ended things- that you’d grow bored of me- which is nothing I haven’t heard before- but this was much more worse than your other little heartbroken women- you’d swear she owned you! I told her she might as well just peed on you like a stupid dorado verde trying to keep predators away from its pilfered carcasses with how she was behaving.”

Aonung snorted. “You told her that?”

Lýn shrugged. “Well yeah… and-” she mumbled something that didn’t quite reach his ears.

“I didn’t get that last part, gorgeous,” he said, shaking his head.

“I might’ve- sort of… made her cry- just a little!”

He blinked- lips curling into a wry smile. “You made… Ezly… cry?”

She showed him her index fingers- fingertips inches away from each other. “Just a little,” she admitted with a pout.

Aonung released a breathy laugh and pecked her jutting bottom lip. “What am I going to do with you?”

‘Keep me,’ she wanted to say. So she did, keeping her tone light. “Keep me.”

“Fine by me,” he answered, lifting her in his arms.

She sank further into his embrace. “You owe me by the way… Elzra and I had a serious conversation. I know for sure she wasn’t pleased, but I believe she’s gotten the message now… I don’t think she’ll be bothering you anymore.”

“Thank Eywa for you, gorgeous,” he said before covering her mouth with his.

Fuck.

She was definitely going to be late again.

Awa’atlu was the busiest Lýn had ever seen.

They were after all preparing for an event that rivaled all others.

Visitors from not only from the Omaticaya clan were all traveling to Awa’atlu to celebrate the official union of Lo’ak and Tsireya.

Fishing expeditions occurred in grand fanfare as fleets returned with double the amount of their usual hauls.

Harvest gatherers and land hunters, stockpiled the village’s cashes and many worked overtime on the more time consuming matters- meat and fish smoked or salted, grains ground into flour and nectar painstakingly collected from pods.

The beach and sea were combed for any hint of debris. Torches and fire pits- including a massive bonfire in the center of their communal area were constructed, and extravagant designs- tapestries, painted fabrics and flora arrangements were scattered in harmonic decor.

A multitude of temporary mauri pods along the northern sealine were also constructed in preparation for the influx of guests the village was expecting, whilst drums and flutes were tweaked and tuned- their melody flowing through as songs were practiced.

Fermented and brewed ales and wines were dug up from their resting place and Lýn spotted many with busy hands as they put finishing touches on their garmented designs.

The Sully family in particular were arriving a few days before the designated festivities were to begin- expected to land in the early hours of tomorrow morning, and Lýn, to both her and Aonung’s surprise, had been asked by Ronal to be present at the greeting party.

Not only that but the Tsahìk also expected Lýn to be part of all the traditional festivities and ceremonies spreading across the next two weeks… something Lýn was quite nervous about.

One of these ceremonies included the official meeting of the two families- something that was traditionally done in the earlier stages of a couple’s courtship, but allowances had been made because of the evident distance.

It was also a tradition that was strictly practiced by the couples family.

Lýn wasn’t family.

When night came, she made her way to the pod she had been directed to.

Aonung’s private mauri was small but cozy and far more homey than the shack on his little island.

Tossing her overstuffed satchel of things onto his table, Lýn spun in a slow circle, taking in his space for the first time.

He had a couple collections of odd knick-knacks, a plethora of weapons and fishing gear and surprisingly, even a few hanging plants that appeared to be well kept.

His sleep mats- although untidy, looked inviting. Lýn wasn’t tired, yet she wanted nothing more than to sink into them- she bet they smelled like Aonung.

Instead, she perched behind his little table and waited for him whilst fiddling with the odd human-made device she’d seen him use to communicate with other clans.

At the sight of her when he finally entered a while later, he grinned like a child given a treat and Lýn couldn’t help the stupid giggle that bubbled at her chest.

“What are you so happy about?” she asked, twisting to face him.

“I have lured the Ayelýn Te Azuei Lou'ite into my home. What man wouldn’t be happy?” he half joked as he hung up the towel that had been resting around his shoulders and the soap pouch dangling from his fingers.

“Oh shush! I’m still not sure how you managed to convinced me of this. I can still go home, you know? It’s not even that late. I’m sure I’ll get here on time tomorrow and I don’t see why I need to stay for all two weeks.”

He huffed as if saying, “Not this argument again.”

Placing a palm dramatically over his chest, he approached her. “Why must you always wound me with your words?” His hands reached for her expectantly, and she allowed him to pull her to her feet. “You’re always trying to leave me.”

“Am I?” she whispered, eyes closing when his clean scent washed over her.

A soft sigh escaped her as she let him kiss her- head tilting to the left as he went to the right.

Threading his fingers through her hair, he claimed control of her movement, bending her to his will as her palms trailed up his chest- one resting flat over his heartbeat while other reached high to cup his neck- fingertips toying with hair strands she found there.

Nothing between them felt like pretending anymore.

“Aonung,” she murmured as he forged a path down her throat. Something in her core tightened and Lýn knew she was seconds away from making another terrible decision- one that would make things harder when it came time to end them.

After selfishly stealing a couple more kisses, she reluctantly broke their connection. “We should sleep.”

He swallowed and gave a shaky nod, failing to mask his disappointment. “Sleep… Right.”

“Mhm. We have a busy day tomorrow. An early one too.”

It was why Aonung suggested Lýn stay with him from that night on, so that she didn’t have to wake at an unreasonable hour to make the journey over. She’d found it logical yes- but didn’t think it was a good idea for them to share a space… much less for her to stay the entirety of the two week celebration.

But of course, and to no surprise, she folded.

Ayelýn wasn’t even surprised that the man was also able to get her parents to agree to it as well- even promising her brother he’d craft him his very own official spear since he would be stealing Lýn away for so long.

Soon enough, Ayelýn was settling in and making herself comfortable in Aonung’s sleep mats. And she was right… they did smell like him.

Aonung sat near the edge of the fabric. He pulled her feet into his lap and tickled the underside of one foot, gaining a playful kick to the chest in retaliation.

Crashing waves in the distance echoed comfortingly and a cool breeze blew into the marui.

For Ayelýn, it all felt rather domestic. She’d already eaten dinner with him and his family that evening. Now here she was, curled on her side, observing him as his fingers released his hair from its usual tidy bun.

“Should I be worried about meeting Toruk Makto and his family tomorrow?”

“No, why?”

“Aonung, I’m not family, and I know your mother was the one to invite me but-”

“I want you there tomorrow,” he said firmly. “I want you to meet the Sullys. I want you to meet Neteyam and Xilä, and their son.” His hands abandoned his hair to squeeze around her ankle, one palm running up her calf. “When you start to feel that stupid feeling like you don’t belong there with us, just know that I want you there. Yeah?”

“…Yeah.”

Lýn hid her blush under the pretense of adjusting herself into a more comfortable position. Once settled, she nibbled on the tip of her thumb and squinted at the man before her.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, gorgeous,” he said as he continued with the twists to the front of his hair.

“What’s the real reason you don’t want a mate?”

“Who said I don’t want a mate?”

“Um, you did? When you asked me to help you with this elaborate plan of yours.”

Aonung shook out his loose hair with a sigh, digits combing through the strands. He looked good like this, she thought. His curls were long and shiny and she was itching to run her fingers through them.

“I want a mate. I want a wife.”

Lýn swallowed. “Then why-”

“It’s difficult to explain.”

“Try,” she whispered.

He held her gaze for a long minute- expression soft and one of vulnerability.

“Being who I am, sometimes I can’t tell when women are-” His brows scrunched, and he shook his head. “They don’t see me. They see, son of Tonowari. The chief's son. Future Olo'eyktan… And I know I am those things- there’s no escaping it... But I'm tired of being casted in my father’s shadow.”

His hands found her foot again whilst he spoke. Fingers tracing her ankle, thumb pressing into the ball of her foot.

“I liked this one girl when I was dumb teenager. Thought I’d ask her to court once I completed my rites… but thankfully I didn’t since I overheard her and her friends gushing that she'd managed to nab the chief’s son and what it meant for her- her title. Her status. Her, her, her. ”

Aonung snorted self-deprecatingly. “I wasn’t Aonung. I was a goal to her. A fucking thing to win… Anyway, from then on I found that women tend to only want me because of my title. It gets them attention. Other men are suddenly interested in them- because they’re seen with me.”

He rolled his eyes. “And sure, maybe it wasn’t all of them, but they began to blur, and it was hard to tell who was being genuine… So over time, of it happening over and over again, and getting hurt- I leaned into it. I lowered my expectations and gave no fucks.”

His thumb rubbed along the space above her heel, and Lýn had to bite back a moan. His fingers felt sinful and it wasn’t appropriate for her to, given that he was currently opening up to her.

“So yeah, it’s not that I don’t want a mate. I do. But I don’t want a loveless match… I don’t want to have children and spend an eternity with someone I only bonded with out of honor and duty. My parents did it and were lucky to eventually find love… But I can’t. I’ve seen the unlucky ones with my own eyes. I don’t want that.”

“Aonung,” Lýn whispered, as though feeling his pain. “Thank you for telling me,” she said gratefully. “I understand… and I hate that for you. You deserve love to find that love you’re looking for.”

He gave her a sincere smile of appreciation. “What about you?”

“Me?” she asked, shifting onto her back and nudging her other foot into his hands, sighing in relief when he began to massage it.

“Mhm,” he hummed, eyes trailing up her body, from the feet in his lap to her slightly parted thighs, to her chest that was barely covered by a strip of cloth, patched with tiny seashells, to then finally landing on her face- eyes closing as she enjoyed his working fingers.

“Why’s no man managed to grab you up yet?”

Lýn snorted at his wording but since he was so open with her she decided to be honest too.

“Actually, a couple months before we met, I thought I was going to be.”

Aonung swallowed but managed to keep his tone leveled. “Who was he?”

“He’s a patroller from the Malti village. We met at a clan gathering and he was sweet and attentive. He had a way with words and he made me think that we really did have a future… I mean it wasn’t love but…”

“What happened?”

“Keftxo, I think? He ended it after saying that it was too far a journey to make each time to see me… that the courting phase would never last.”

“That’s the poorest fucking excuse I’ve ever heard. Awa’atlu is farther than Multi is to Kefto and I make the journey out almost everyday!”

“I know,” Lýn said gently. “Seeing that had me rethinking the entire thing. Maybe he just didn’t want me anymore, or maybe he just hated Ketfxo.”

“Well, his fucking loss then,” Aonung grumbled while he crawled in beside her, snagging her around the waist and making himself comfortable.

Lýn turned in his arms, fingers coming up to fiddle with the talon around his neck and Aonung stayed still, watching her through hooded eyelids. She brushed a strand of hair off his cheek and traced down the line of his jaw, letting the tips of her fingers linger over his lips.

If this moment could last forever, he would take it.

Fingers still trailing, they burned a path downwards, stopping over his heartbeat.

Calm washed over Aonung, and all he wanted was to be closer to her. He pulled her to him and affectionately nosed the space at the junction of her neck.

“Can I make you come?” he asked against her skin, fingers playing with the material on her hip.

His request was so soft and casual, one would think he was simply asking for them to go on a late night stroll.

Ayelýn’s body responded without her permission. She craved him, yet a tiny part of her rebelled. Her fingers sank in his hair- on their own accord, marveled by its softness.

“Didn’t we agree that none of it ever happened and that we would never talk about it? As in never, ever?”

“Mmm, you agreed, yeah... I didn’t.”

“Aonung… I’m not sleeping with you again. It’s a bad idea- you know it too.”

His head lifted out from her neck. “Who said anything about sleeping?” he asked in faux innocence. “I was planning to fuck you, Ayelýn. I wanna hear those little noises you make just for me.”

Lýn squeezed her thighs together despite rolling her eyes in annoyance- though, she wasn’t really. “Do you only ever think with your dick?”

“Not always. My fingers and tongue do a lot of thinking too… and my tail.” He wiggled his brows. “And I know you’re into that.”

Head tossed backwards, she cackled. “Oh that was good. That was really good. No wonder you lure so many women in here- and speaking of-” She shuffled. “I hope these mats are clean.”

She’d meant it as a joke, but an odd expression crossed his face.

“What?”

“I don’t- I never brought women here.”

Lýn’s heart fluttered at the comment. “Never? You’re lying.”

“No, honest. Usually we just did it whe-”

“I don’t need or want to know where you and your entanglements happened,” she interrupted, causing him to release a breathy laugh.

“Fair enough.”

She wanted to ask him why he’d brought her here but couldn’t bring herself too. “Can I ask you another question though?”

“If you keep doing what you’re doing right now, then yeah, go for it.”

Her fingers were still in his hair, tips gently dragging against his scalp.

“That woman- Ez something-”

“Ezly,” he corrected with a stupid smile on his face. “I’m starting to think you’re doing that on purpose.”

“I’m not!”

“It’s okay, gorgeous. Jealousy looks good on you. You’ve got me blushing over here.”

“Oh hush! What I’m trying to ask is- is she the one from your story? The girl you liked?”

Aonung’s smile dropped. “How’d you figure that out?”

“You said you never slept with her. Right?”

“Mhm.”

Aonung’s jaw was clenched tight, so she soothed a palm over it, happy when he leaned into her affection.

“Whenever she’s around it’s like you can’t stand to look in her direction and you get all tense and irritated whenever she talks… Then there’s also the fact that she had this crazy sense of entitlement over you, which since you said you never slept with her… could only stem from something else. She was the girl you wanted to ask to court…”

He couldn’t deny it. It was clear as day all over his face.

“And I’m guessing,” she continued. “That based on her behavior alone- even after all these years, she still had hope, she still thought that after you’d “had your fun,” you’d go right back to her.”

“It took me a long time to get over her,” he revealed. “Like I said, I was a dumb kid… When I finally did, I wondered- what exactly did I ever see in her in the first place.” His head fell, face nuzzling into Lýn’s cheek as she wrapped him up in a comforting hug. “You were right by the way. She got the message- avoids me now… Still can’t believe you made her cry though… and I must say it’s kind of hot seeing you so protective of me.”

Lýn laughed. “Ezra had it coming a long time now.”

“It’s Ez- you know what- call her whatever,” he said through a snicker.

Shuffling their position, he rolled them over. Lýn laid on her back now to accommodate his massive body.

‘He was such a cuddler,’ she thought in amusement.

“I’ve never told anyone any of that before,” he admitted. “I'm also surprised by how much you figured out too.”

“Really?” She soothingly caressed his back. He was getting a tad heavy being draped over her like this, but she didn’t mind. “Why is that so surprising? I do pay attention when you talk.”

His head popped up at that and Lýn internally squirmed at the intensity she found in his gaze. There was a question in his eyes and it was clear as day what he wanted.

“No,” she said, despite her body screaming, ‘Yes, yes, yes!’

“You know, gorgeous… that’s what you said when I asked you to kiss me the first time… and guess what? We kissed. No, is also what you said right before we fucked- and damn, I think lost count of how many times it’s been now,” he listed in a silly tone.

“Aonung-”

“No,” he continued, fingers trailing up her side, “is what you said when I asked you to court-”

“Fake court.”

“Fake court,” he corrected. “And now look at where we are…” He shook his head as though disappointed in her- so serious with his acting that Lýn had to mash her lips together to not laugh. “I have to say… I’m starting to think that your no’s don’t really mean… no.”

Lýn swallowed and forced herself to not look away from his intense stare- his eyes almost daring her to refute him.

“So I’ll ask again,” he said, voice low rumbling, causing her tummy to clench, “Can I make you come?”

Playing along with his game, her eyes spoke volumes and when her mouth spewed the word, “No,” Aonung grinned.

Head descending, he kissed her for a long, drawn out moment. “Fuck. I love kissing you,” he rasped when he pulled away.

Love.

The word did something to Lýn, and as Aonung studied her expression- she knew that he knew it too.

Not wasting another second, he kissed her again, harder this time- a kiss so passionate, it burned through her veins.

The arousing sound of her needy moan was his undoing and unable to hold himself back any longer, he pulled away again and made quick work of removing her top and tweng.

When she was bare to him, he was everywhere. Lips, hands- tail pushing her legs open so his frame could sink right into her.

She bucked her hips and pulled on his hair as he sucked on a pebbled nipple, teeth nipping around her skin before he swallowed her breast in its entirety.

“Aonung, please-“ She tried to guide one of his hands where she wanted him.

“Not yet,” he answered around her breast.

Lýn grunted impatiently. “I thought you were going to fuck me- ow!” She hissed when he bit her in warning and stubborn like always, he continued with his path of leisure down her body.

He worshiped her skin with kisses and quiet words that went unheard by her, all the way until his wide shoulders settled between her stretched thighs.

And only using his tongue, he licked her into oblivion. With broad sweeps and sucks, he kept her held down with a firm grip and Ayelýn could do nothing but take it.

Ears gone muffled and no longer able to hear the lewd sounds of his tongue at work, much less her own moans and cries, she arched, fingers fisted in Aonung’s hair as an orgasm rocked her.

He kept her thighs spread and opened when they tried to clamp closed, tongue lazily and gently overstimulating her as she came down from her high.

Blinking into awareness and senses returning to her, she cursed and shoved his head away. Usually she wasn’t this sensitive, but right now, she needed a breather.

Aonung didn’t seem to mind, if anything he appeared mighty proud of herself and how quickly he got her to break.

Crawling back up to her, he captured her lips in a messy kiss- licking into her mouth as mercilessly as he’d licked between her thighs.

As they kissed, Lýn reached between them. She fumbled for a second, but with his help, his tweng was gone, allowing her to take him in her fist- an action that made Aonung grunt and break their connection.

Forearms planted on either side of her, he stared right into her eyes as she stroked him from root to tip. Over and over. Every time she reached the top, she gathered the moisture dripping from there and dragged it down his length.

His jaw dropped with a soft “ah” and Ayelýn responded with a sweet sound- as though she wasn't trying to kill him with each squeeze- with each pump.

Eyes clenching shut, Aonung groaned. Eywa. The pleasure was maddening and when spurts of pre-cum escaped him, he had to stop her. “Fuck. Fuck- Lýn I’m -”

Lýn could feel the tremble in his body. With two more strong strokes she released him, and no sooner had she, his lips were on hers again.

“Aonung,” she sighed. “Please.”

“What, gorgeous? Hmm? Tell me.”

“I want you,” she begged against his lips, legs wrapping around his waist.

He reared up onto his knees and stared down at her. “So pretty,” he murmured. Lining himself at her entrance, he pushed in- just the tip.

Lýn’s moan was music to his ears.

Aonung watched her body’s reaction to him- watched how well she took him with each slow press, watched her chest heave in anticipation, watched how hard she bit her lip and clenched the mat beneath her.

Using her hips, he dragged in and out- falling deeper with each measured thrust, stretching her to fit him perfectly.

“This what you needed, sweetheart?”

“Ye- ngh!” Her eyes widened and she mewled when he fell over her, propped by one hand as he slid in all the way- right to the hilt.

Hitching her thigh higher up hip waist, he moved with deliberate thrusts. “Eywa. You always take me so good, gorgeous. Just look at you.”

Lýn cried out when his angle changed, hitting a place inside of her that had her breathless.

Aonung himself was losing his mind, muttering words falling from his lips as the pleasure built.

“Perfect, so perfect,” he said against her temple, lips and nose trailing across her skin as they moved.

Lýn pressed kisses to his jaw- breath heavy in a pant while clinging to him.

“There’s only- ah fuck- one thing that could ever make this better.”

His whisper was so quiet, she almost missed it.

“What?” she asked, body tensing as she felt that telltale sign of release coming.

His rhythm had become erratic now, pace a little more desperate and demanding. And just as Lýn reached her peak, he emptied inside her, heaving one word that had her coming harder than she ever came in her life…

“Tsaheylu.”

Hello friends! 💛

This is way over due. I'm sorrreh! As a token of my apology, one last part will be released, a little while after this one.

Also, I did not by any means think this part would be so heavy handed with the smut- it just happened... sigh, so much for all that angst I envisioned.

See you at the next ending then!

And as always, please let me know what you think.

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itsthatlake · 1 year ago

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Reposting this directly on tumblr because YT deleted my channel.

In Our Bedroom After The War. Trash of the Count's Family animatic.

Consider supporting me via Ko-Fi! I would really appreciate it!

Extra stuff i wrote down while making this under the cut:

this took me so long you can literally see me get better at art from beginning to end lol

so many artistic liberties were taken here, you've no idea

confession time: i looked at references when doing the first drafts/storyboard(?) and then didn't for the line-art so yeah. rip lock's hair lock, i forgot about it until it was too late lmao

me, storyboarding this: SO. MANY. CHARACTERS????

@heart-select's Gashan design is so freaking cool I just had to use it, so kudos to them for that

me, repeatedly, while doing the line-art: oh god i still have to COLOR ALL THIS?!?!?!

how tf do you even draw wings?????

me, drawing the DHB: haha bones go brr me, drawing raon: you're damn lucky i love you

so glad I gave up on my original idea to color EVERYTHING jfc past me sure had high hopes

upset that I can't switch sheritt and DHB's order so they fit the lyrics bc I love sheritt too much to not draw her twice and also i'm not drawing a dragon bone head again thank you very much

ohn hasn't got ears. don't ask me why, i don't know either

on that note, i headcanon that ohn is the type to either look full human or full cat at all times, while hong (and lock too) like to have animal features while in human form whenever they can get away with it

added the kids' names to their piggybanks in korean bc why not

my blind ass made the subtitles far too big for my liking but i'm too tired to go and change everything now

this is also my first time doing an animation/video using only clip studio so i'm a little confused with why some things look like they do, but whatever

(Originally posted on 21/02/2023.)

anyways, enjoy!

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multifandomficsx · 1 month ago

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Nowhere to Hide -- Chapter 4

A/N: Sorry for the late update! Very busy week plus I got a promotion at work, yay me! Hope you enjoy

Summary: A third Victim shows up and you and the BAU scramble to gather evidence, anything that points you in the right direction. With insight from Garcia, the team sets up a fake date to attempt to draw out your stalker.

W.C: 3.8k

Content warnings: descriptions of a crime scene, strong language

CHAPTER FOUR

The morning sun had moved into a position where it shined directly in your eyes from the window, awakening you from your slumber. You rub your eyes, blinking out the harsh light and sit up from your position on the couch. The first thing you noticed was that Hotch had disappeared. He wasn’t in the living room where he had left you, nor in the connected kitchen and dining room space.

Instinctively you raised your arms above your head in a light stretch and got up fully from the couch, that no doubt left a crick in your back. Peering out the window, his car was gone from the driveway, but there were two more black SUV’s outside on either end of the street, parked and watching.

Even though he was gone, a sense of ease had filtered into your senses with the knowledge of the two cars outside. Picking up your phone, your eyes widened at the time. Ten in the morning. You never sleep in this late. A single text draws your attention from the instant panic.

Hello, this is Hotch. Don’t be alarmed, I left when the federal agents assigned to you showed up at 7 A.M. One of them will follow behind you to and from work, the other will be stationed at your home at all times. Meet us at the precinct when you are ready. Take your time. -A.H

You chuffed at this message, even his texts are uptight. But you took his advice in taking your time and started your typical morning routine. In your mind you had rationalized that the stalker had revealed himself to you, not in person, but he let you know he was there and because of that you had to continue as if nothing had changed. He wants to see you. If you hide, it could cause him to disappear or worse start a spree and escalate.

So see you he must. In some sort of defiance you had made sure to put on your best work outfit which consisted of a stunning ash brown suit, tailored just for you, a brown leather boot, which matched the suit, a blindingly white button down with a chelsea collar, leaving your collarbone exposed. You’ve always been a silver person so you adorned yourself with dainty layered necklaces and earrings.

You took a look at yourself in the mirror, admiring what stood before you. You had to say, you can pull yourself together when necessary. Smiling at the reflective glass, you forgot how good this suit looked on you, the way it hugged your body in all the right places, the way the straight leg made you feel taller.

You’re greeted by Kate once again as you enter the precinct, letting you know that the BAU were already here. She rattled on about her night blissfully unaware of what she handed you in that envelope yesterday. A soft smile graced your lips before excusing yourself to get back to work.

You stride into the briefing room, the sharp click of your heels cutting through the low murmur of conversation. Heads turn, some out of curiosity, others in subtle appreciation. But it’s Hotch’s reaction that stands out. His usually unreadable expression falters for just a second, his eyes flickering over the impeccable cut of your suit before snapping back to their usual disciplined focus.

“Detective,” he greets, nodding in acknowledgment as you perch yourself next to the white board.

Morgan lets out a low whistle. “Damn, we should be the ones dressing to impress. Looks like we’re slacking.”

You arch a brow but allow yourself a small smirk and a quiet laugh under your breath. “Agent Morgan, do I need to talk to an HR rep about this?”

“I wish we had time for fashion talk, but we have a problem—a new victim.” Prentiss chimes in. “But seriously you’re going to have to tell me where you got that suit.”

You straighten and turn to the white board. “Same M.O.?”

Morgan exhales, flipping open the folder. “Down to the last detail. Female, mid-twenties, similar lifestyle to…” Your gaze flickers around the room before landing on Hotch. They don’t need to say it. They all know—similar to you.

Prentiss leans forward. “The unsub is still using surrogates.”

Rossi shakes his head. “He’s escalating.”

JJ frowns. “Where was she found?”

“In her home. No signs of forced entry. Just like the others.”

“Which means,” Hotch says, voice steady but edged with something unreadable, “he’s still watching. Still choosing women who fit your profile.”

Silence settles over the room, thick with unspoken tension. The weight of the case, of its personal nature, presses down on you. But you meet Hotch’s gaze, unwavering.

“Then let’s make sure there won’t be another.”

Hotch holds your gaze for a beat longer than necessary, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes. Then, with a slight nod, he shifts back into leader mode.

“Alright,” he says, turning to the team. “We need to establish a timeline. When was she last seen alive?”

“Security cameras caught her entering her house at 9:47 p.m.,” JJ answers, flipping through her notes. “Neighbors reported hearing nothing unusual. Her body was found this morning when she didn’t show up for work.”

“What did she do for work?” You ask.

“She was a Pediatrician at Mercy Medical Center.” JJ replies.

Rossi leans back in his chair, arms crossed. “He’s getting bolder. No forced entry means she either knew him or he had access.”

“Has anyone been to the crime scene yet?” Your arms cross, noticing there are no crime scene photo’s up on the wall yet.

“No, not yet.” Hotch says, “ We were waiting for you to get in. You’re going to be the key to drawing him out, the more you're around, the more he’ll be around. We’re hoping this will cause him to get sloppy and make a mistake.”

You nod, “ Okay, then let’s go.”

“We need to go back over everything,” Hotch says, voice firm. “Every piece of footage, every person in her life. If he’s escalating, we’re running out of time before he moves again. Reid and JJ comb through everything. Morgan, Prentiss, Rossi, and Detective, you’re with me.”

The drive to the crime scene is tense, the weight of the case settling over the team like a thick fog. You sit in the passenger seat of the SUV, Hotch behind the wheel, his grip firm on the steering wheel. In the back, Rossi, Morgan, and Prentiss exchange theories, but there’s an unspoken understanding—this one feels different. Closer.

When you arrive, the flashing lights of patrol cars cast an eerie glow over the apartment building. The uniformed officers on the scene step aside as you and the team approach, their expressions tight with the kind of unease that only comes from seeing something truly disturbing.

“Second floor bedroom,” one of the officers informs you. “Just like the others—no forced entry, nothing stolen.”

You exchange a glance with Hotch before leading the way up the stairs. The air feels heavy, and with each step, your pulse thrums a little harder. You know what you’re about to see, but that doesn’t make it any easier.

Inside her room, the scent of oxidized blood lingers in the air. The victim lies on her bed, her body carefully posed, hands tied to the bed frame, eyes open. The frozen blank expression leaves a sinking feeling in your gut..

Morgan exhales sharply. “Damn it.”

Prentiss crouches beside the body, studying the positioning. “He’s meticulous. No defensive wounds, no sign of a struggle. She either knew him or he threatened her with a weapon.”

Rossi scans the room. “Everything’s in its place. Just like before.”

Hotch stands beside you, his voice low. “She looks like you.”

You swallow hard, eyes locked on the victim’s face. The same hair color. The same build. The similarities are undeniable.

Morgan steps up beside you, his presence grounding. “He’s getting bolder, and he’s making damn sure we know it. Lot’s of overkill, the blood spatter is not normal, it’s like he paints with it.”

You nod, forcing yourself to push past the personal weight of it. “Then let’s use it. If he’s getting cocky, he’s bound to slip up.”

Hotch meets your gaze, nodding. “We need to find that mistake before he makes his next move.”

Because you all know who his real target is.

“ You guys take a look at this.” Rossi says and with a gloved hand held up the note left on the nightstand. “Nine. What were the other numbers?” he asked knowingly, aware of the theory he was about to propose.

“ Two and six.” Prentiss replied, “Rossi, where are you going with this?”

Your face drops as you pull out your badge. “ Shit. They’re my badge numbers. 2691. He plans on one more.”

“Exactly, saving one for the person this is all for. He plans on confronting you and soon.” Rossi says.

“ None of this is about control or domination. It’s a message.” you murmur, half to yourself.

Morgan studies you carefully. “And what’s he trying to tell you?”

You hesitate, feeling the weight of every set of eyes on you. “That he’s getting closer.”

The room falls silent again. The implications hang heavy in the air.

You’re not just chasing him.

He’s closing in on you.

Heading back to the Precinct, Morgan gets a call. It’s obviously Garcia, with the way he was speaking to her over the phone.

Morgan, still on the phone with Garcia, suddenly holds up a hand. “Hold on, baby girl, say that again? You’re on speaker, Reid and JJ are patched in.”

Garcia’s voice comes through the speaker, urgent and tinged with concern. “I was digging into the victims’ financials, looking for commonalities, and guess what? Each of them dined at the same restaurant exactly one week before they were murdered. Same place, different nights, but always within that window.”

Rossi’s eyes narrow. “Was it with someone specific?”

Garcia hesitates. “No names on the receipts, but given the pattern, I’d bet my best pair of pumps that they were on a date. The restaurant is Rec Pier Chop House.”

“That’s my favorite restaurant…” you trail off as you feel a cold weight settle in your stomach as every set of eyes in the car turns toward you.

Morgan exhales. “Damn. He’s not just picking women at random. He’s taking them on your dates, reliving your experiences with them.”

Prentiss shakes her head, disbelief in her voice. “He’s not just obsessed—he’s immersed. He’s trying to recreate something with them before he kills them.”

Hotch’s expression hardens. “Then we use that.”

Rossi’s brow lifts slightly. “I’m guessing you have an idea.”

Hotch nods. “We stage a date. If he’s watching, if he’s following the same pattern, we give him exactly what he’s looking for.” He turns to you. “You and I will go. It has to be real enough to draw him in.”

You blink, caught slightly off guard. “You want me to be bait?”

Morgan crosses his arms. “Not just bait. A trap.”

Prentiss nods. “We control the environment. Surveillance everywhere, the team stationed nearby. If he’s following the same script, he won’t be able to resist.”

Rossi looks at you. “This could be our best shot at drawing him out.”

You take a steady breath. The idea of playing into the unsub’s twisted fantasy makes your skin crawl, but you also know they’re right. He’s been watching, waiting. This might be the only way to get ahead of him.

You look at Hotch, meeting his steady gaze.

“Alright,” you say. “Let’s set the table.”

The plan comes together quickly. Garcia sets up surveillance around the restaurant, and the team stations themselves nearby, ready to move the second they get a lead.

That night, you step into the restaurant alongside Hotch, dressed for the part but wired underneath. The air inside is warm, filled with soft lighting and the quiet hum of conversation. It should feel normal, but knowing what you’re here to do makes the atmosphere feel heavier.

Hotch, ever composed, pulls out your chair before taking his own seat across from you. He looks at you with an ease that fits the role—like two colleagues turning into something more.

“You okay?” he asks quietly.

You give a small nod, fingers brushing the menu as your eyes scan the room. “Just waiting to see if he shows.”

Then, a familiar voice interrupts your thoughts.

“Hey, welcome back. It’s been a little while.”

You glance up, a polite smile forming automatically. “Hey, Ian.”

The waiter stands beside your table, menu tucked under one arm, the other resting casually against his hip. He’s young, with an easy smile, his uniform crisp. You’ve seen him before, every time you’ve been here, he’s worked your table at least once.

“You want your usual?” Ian asks, looking between you and Hotch. His gaze lingers just a second too long.

Hotch barely reacts, but you know he’s already cataloging every detail. You nod. “Yeah, that’d be great. And for him…” You trail off, glancing at Hotch.

“I’ll have the same,” Hotch says smoothly.

Ian chuckles. “Good choice. I’ll get your drinks started.” His smile lingers a moment longer before he turns away, disappearing toward the kitchen.

As soon as he’s gone, Hotch leans in slightly. “You know him well?”

You shrug. “Not really. He’s just always been here when I come in. Friendly, good service.”

Hotch doesn’t respond right away, his eyes subtly following Ian’s movements. “He recognized you immediately.”

You tap your fingers lightly against the table. “It’s not unusual. I’m a regular. When I waitressed as a teen, I knew my regular’s orders by heart.”

Hotch watches you carefully, reading the tension in your posture before you even realize it’s there. He tilts his head slightly, lowering his voice just enough to keep the conversation between you. The bartender drops your drinks off, a dry red wine for the both of you.

“You seem distracted,” he says, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Date nerves?”

You scoff, smirking. “I don’t get nervous on dates.”

Hotch leans back, amused. “No?”

You shake your head. “I’m a detective. I analyze people for a living.” You take a sip of your water, raising a brow. “Like you, for example, you keep checking the exits, scanning the room between sentences, and you haven’t even looked at the menu.”

Hotch exhales a quiet chuckle. “We’re working.”

“Maybe.” You rest your chin on your hand, studying him. “Or maybe you’re just a terrible date.”

His lips twitch, but he meets your gaze with unwavering confidence. “I’d say I’m a careful date.”

You hum thoughtfully, tilting your head. “Let me guess, you’re the type who insists on driving, always picks the restaurant, and probably walks your date to her door even when she insists she’s fine.”

Hotch shrugs, utterly unapologetic. “That’s just basic courtesy.”

You grin. “So predictable.”

“And you,” he counters smoothly, “are the type who pretends she doesn’t care about chivalry but secretly likes it.”

Your mouth opens slightly, caught between a retort and surprise.

“See?” he says, smirking now. “I can profile too.”

You roll your eyes but can’t hide the amused flicker in them. “Alright, maybe you’re not the worst date I’ve had.”

“That’s a strong endorsement,” Hotch says dryly.

You smirk. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

For a moment, the case fades into the background, just enough for you to almost forget why you’re really here. Almost.

Because then, out of the corner of your eye, you catch Ian again, watching from across the room. And when he notices you looking, he quickly busies himself with another table, his movements just a little too rehearsed.

Hotch notices your shift in focus immediately. His voice drops just enough for only you to hear. “What is it?”

You hesitate, exhaling slowly before looking back at him.

“Nothing,” you say, forcing a small smile. “Just watching. He’s here, I know it. But, where? I don’t know.”

Hotch nods subtly, but you know he’s already filing it away, just like you are.

For now, you let the conversation drift back into easy banter, playing the part.

Ian reappears with your plates, setting them down with practiced ease. “Here you go,” he says, flashing that same easy smile. “Enjoy.”

Hotch nods politely, while you offer a casual “Thanks, Ian.” He lingers a half-second too long before stepping away. You don’t miss the way Hotch’s gaze follows him, his expression flat.

“You always get this?” Hotch asks, turning his attention back to you.

You pick up your fork, twirling it slightly. “Every time. Creature of habit.”

He gives you a small, knowing smirk. “I wouldn’t have guessed.”

You arch a brow. “Oh? And what would you have guessed?”

“That you like control,” he says smoothly, cutting into his meal. “But you also like surprises—if they’re the right kind.”

You pause for half a second before smirking. “That’s a dangerous assumption, Agent Hotchner.”

He takes a sip of his drink, completely unfazed. “Is it wrong?”

You press your lips together, pretending to consider. “No. But I’m still debating whether or not to let you be right.”

His smirk deepens. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You shake your head, amused, before taking a bite. “What about you? What’s your usual?”

Hotch exhales slightly, as if he’s just now realizing he doesn’t have a real answer. “I don’t think I have one.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Really? No go-to order, no favorite meal?”

He tilts his head slightly, as if only now considering it. “I usually just pick something and move on.”

You lean in slightly, lowering your voice conspiratorially. “That’s a terrible way to live.”

Hotch chuckles softly. “It’s efficient.”

You shake your head in mock disappointment. “We’re fixing this. You need at least one favorite meal.”

He humors you with a small nod. “And if I don’t?”

You smirk. “Then I guess I’ll just have to keep taking you to restaurants until we find one.”

Hotch pauses, watching you carefully, and you realize what you’ve just implied. A series of dates. You, choosing restaurants. Him, going along with it.

A slow smirk tugs at his lips. “Sounds like a plan.”

You roll your eyes, stabbing your fork into your food to distract yourself. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Hotchner.”

He takes another bite, completely at ease. “Too late.”

The banter comes easily, the chemistry undeniable—but beneath it, you both know this is still a game of strategy. A trap.

But for now, you let the night play out, because if he thinks he’s in control…

He’s already lost.

After finishing your meal, Hotch leans back slightly, watching you with a knowing expression. His gaze flickers to the menu still sitting at the edge of the table, and you don’t miss the way his lips curve slightly, as if he already knows what’s coming.

“Dessert?” he asks, voice casual but laced with amusement.

You smirk. “Are you asking because you want it or because you think I do?”

His smirk deepens just a fraction. “Both.”

You shake your head but wave down Ian as he passes. “We’ll take the dessert menu.”

Ian’s smile is immediate, but now that you’re watching him closely, there’s something about it that feels off. Not enough to call out—just enough to make you feel it.

“Good choice,” Ian says, handing you the menu. “If I remember right, you always go for the chocolate torte.”

You blink, caught slightly off guard. That’s true, but the way he says it… it’s more than just a waiter remembering a regular’s order.

Hotch picks up on it immediately. “She has a usual for dessert, too?” he asks, tone light but gaze sharp.

Ian chuckles. “Like she said, creature of habit.” He steps away before you can respond, leaving you and Hotch exchanging a look.

“That was… specific,” you murmur.

Hotch nods slightly. “Too specific.”

You exhale, shaking off the unease. “It’s not that weird. I am a regular.”

He doesn’t argue, but you know he’s filing it away, just like you are.

A few minutes later, Ian returns with the dessert, setting it between you with two spoons. “Figured you’d be sharing,” he says with a wink before stepping away again.

You furrow your brows as you pick up your spoon. “Okay, now that was weird.”

Hotch watches Ian’s retreating form for a moment before shaking his head. “We’ll have Garcia look into him.”

You nod, pushing aside the discomfort as you take a bite of the dessert. The chocolate is rich, decadent—the perfect distraction. You hum in approval before you even realize it.

Hotch watches you, amused. “Now that was a genuine reaction.”

You swallow, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

He smirks. “You like dessert more than you like the people you date, don’t you?”

You grin. “Depends on the person.”

Hotch leans in slightly, his voice dropping just enough to make the air between you shift. “And where do I rank?”

You feign deep thought, tapping your spoon against your lips. “Hmm. Well, you did remember to hold open my chair. You paid attention to my order. And you’re at least pretending to be interested in what I have to say…” You take another slow bite before flashing him a teasing smile. “You might be ranking higher than dessert right now.”

Hotch chuckles, shaking his head. “That’s a dangerously high bar.”

You shrug. “I don’t settle.”

His gaze lingers on you, dark eyes flickering with something unreadable. “Good. You shouldn’t.”

You hold his gaze for a second too long, the teasing edge of the conversation suddenly shifting into something else. Something heavier.

Before you can dwell on it, Ian returns with the check, setting it down between you. “Hope to see you back soon,” he says, eyes flicking toward you just a second too long before walking away.

Hotch picks up the check without hesitation, his easy demeanor not shifting an inch. But as you watch Ian disappear into the back of the restaurant, that uneasy feeling from earlier settles deeper into your gut.

As soon as the two of you step outside, the crisp night air sharpens your senses, grounding you back into reality. The moment the doors close behind you, Hotch is already pulling out his phone.

“Garcia,” he says as soon as she picks up. “Look into an employee named Ian. Waiter, mid-twenties, works at—” He glances at you.

You give the restaurant’s name without hesitation.

“Got it,” Garcia says, already typing. “Anything specific?”

Hotch looks at you, something unreadable in his gaze. “Just a feeling.”

You exhale slowly, glancing back toward the restaurant, then back at him.

“Let’s find out if that feeling is right.”

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfic #criminal minds #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner x you #criminal minds fic #hotch x fem!reader #hotch x reader #hotch x you #flirting #date night #the idiots like each other but they don't know it yet #banter

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popodoki · 9 months ago

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SFW Catwin drabble, Edwin's first time at Pride (idc that it's July ok)

This is actually something I forgot to post outside of the Catwin Discord, till now x

∧,,,∧ ( ̳• · • ̳) / づ♡ bday gift for bestie Alex

Chaos surrounds him.

There’s no other way to describe the situation. It’s sheer absolute pandemonium outside, in the street, in public. London’s Pride festival is all around them, people cramming onto floats, lining up into- and creating make-shift dance floors in the middle of the street, the sheer volume of people spilling out onto the sidewalks, a kaleidoscope of noise and colours, all of them hugging each other, giggling wildly, chanting affirmations into everyone’s ears, into Edwin’s ears.

It should be irritating, overwhelming. The incessant noise, the press of the crowd, confetti swirling in the air, the humidity lingering long into the night. Edwin should be annoyed, overstimulated and irked and downright uncomfortable.

He’s not, though. Because for him, there is only Thomas. Nothing else, no one else, exists.

Thomas King captures all of Edwin Payne’s attention. He’s magnetic; Edwin couldn’t possibly look away even if he wanted to, and oh, that’s the last thing he wants.

For much of the evening, Edwin had been firmly plastered to Thomas’ side, often resting his head on his shoulder, occasionally reaching up to adjust the matching flower-crown adorning Thomas’s head, drinking sugary cocktails, hydrating water, sugary cocktails, handed to him in various dubious shaped containers, and clapping and singing along as the crowd, minus him, belted along to Lady Gaga, Chappel Roan . Various strangers had approached the pair, exchanging compliments, offering love and acceptance in spades, and as grateful as Edwin was for the positive attention, letting it slowly wipe away at old doubts like a stain, so much more grateful he was for the way Thomas still did most of the talking, and held him closer.

He hadn’t minded Thomas’s possessive grip on his waist, hadn’t minded one bit. There’s something simply intoxicating about being in Thomas’s arms, where other people can see them. Something that settles warm in Edwin’s chest. It strikes him, that he is immeasurably lucky, having this man, this man made of the light of the sun’s rays, choose to be with him, with him, every day. It quiets that tiny part of his mind, which speaks far less often now than it had in their early days together, that wonders what is someone like him doing with someone like me?

At some point in the day, Thomas had acquired a violently pink feather boa from somewhere, draped it across his shoulders, occasionally he waves the ends of it when he spots someone he knows in the crowd. Whenever his eyes meet Edwin’s, he winks, flicks the end of the boa his way, with a saucy swing of his hips into Edwin’s, and it’s almost enough to entice Edwin into kissing him, pressing crowd be damned, kissing him full and deep, pulling his lover back against him, turning a quick heated moment into something more, so much slower, into something sensual, something sinuous, something so supremely seductive it would be entirely inappropriate even for a festival full of loving revelry.

But oh, how Edwin wants.

The boa is long enough to drape across Edwin’s shoulders as well, and he takes advantage of the fact that his lover’s wearing platforms, meaning that they’re currently of a height to do so. It draws them close, draws them together, and when Thomas looks over with a smile reserved just for him, Edwin can almost count every single one of his eyelashes, every single speck of glitter on his cheekbones, sparkling in the starlight.

Thomas fully turns to him, his smile soft, sweet, and it’s on the tip of Edwin’s tongue to say that, to say your smile is incandescent, you shine oh so very brightly, I was wandering in the dark before you but you, you guide me home, you are my home, but the words tangle up, they overwhelm him, they’re too much. So, he leans in and whispers I love you, because he can do that now, he can say those words, and say them easily, and Thomas kisses him, is still kissing him when the majority of the crowd has moved on.

“So, Edwin,” he says, voice lilting out between them like a soft purr, the way it gets sometimes when there’s nothing in the universe but them. “Your first Pride. Do you have a review?”

Not for the first time, in Thomas’ company, does Edwin have trouble finding the words to express how he feels. Much like the first time, his lover reads his feelings in his eyes just as well.

“Are we coming back next year?”

Edwin smiles. “I think I’d like that.”

#dead boy detectives #dbda #catwin #cat king #edwin payne #drabble

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nonnewtonianracoon · 3 months ago

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Some tooth rotting fluff because I needed to soothe my heart after what I wrote last night 💜 I was giggling and kicking my feet writing this, they're so cute I wanna skree

Not what I originally intended to write but I'm still working out logistics on that one, and I really like this song format. Lyrics are a cover of Roseville Fair by The Jolly Rogers (it's a bit of a theme but I'll branch to other artists and fandoms along the way, maybe OCs, we'll see where the future goes)

Oh, the night was clear, the stars were shining

The moon came up so quiet in the sky

Ghost sighed, grumbling under his breath as Soap drags him through shop after shop, the crowd making his head spin. “Really, Johnny?” He sighs. “I get that they’re handmade, but sixty dollars for a drinking horn?”

Soap shoots him a glare that’s heavily undermined by the childlike joy emanating from him, practically vibrating in excitement. “Aw, c’mon, LT, Price brought us here specifically to relax. I’ve seen brick walls more at ease than your uptight ass, you won’t fall apart if you let loose once in a while.”

Right, relax, Ghost thought with a scoff. Because being in the middle of the United States in a tiny town with a ridiculous name, surrounded by hundreds of people dressed as royalty and fairies and elves and all manner of things running around, far too close, *touching him*, is just SO relaxing. If they hadn’t been called in to help with terroristic threats to a nearby nuclear plant, he wouldn’t have to be dealing with the disturbingly warm weather for mid October or an overexcitable Scot who’s essentially a puppy- and speaking of, where in the most refined fuck did he run off to now?! “Bloody hell, gonna get the bastard a damn leash for christmas,” he mutters, weaving through the crowd in search of that ridiculous mohawk, running a hand through his own hair and feeling a little too exposed without his full balaclava; but he hadn't wanted to draw more attention to himself that necessary, settling instead for a plain black surgical style mask.

And people gathered 'round, the bands were tuning

I can hear them now, playin' "Comin' Through The Rye."

You were dressed in blue, you looked so lovely

Just a gentle flower of a small-town girl

There’s the rat bastard, sitting up by the stage of five men dressed in the absolute most ridiculous pirate costumes Ghost thinks he’s ever seen, aside from the tacky kids’ things for Halloween. They’re making some truly questionable jokes, then the ringleader starts as he seems to realise he forgot to do something. He quickly scurries across the stage to a “PG-13” sign on a post and flips it, so the reverse is facing the crowd. “PG-31”, it now reads, apparently a signal that their act is about to get even more saucy and raucous. Ghost lets out a dry huff of bafflement and reluctant amusement, hanging back at the edge of the small audience and just waiting for Soap to decide to move on. Price and Gaz wandered off immediately upon arrival to the fairgrounds, giving them knowing looks that he seriously debated shooting them in the knee for, and it’s just been him and Johnny wandering around since. He’s jarred from his thoughts by an unfortunately familiar screech of a voice, reminiscent of a set of bagpipes being tortured. Cursing under his breath and no longer able to hang back in good conscience, he darts forward and drops onto the bench next to Soap, quickly covering his mouth. “Bleeding Christ on a toothpick crucifix, can it!” Ghost hisses into his ear. “You sound like someone waterboarding a feral cat, are you *trying* to get us arrested for disturbing the peace?!”

You took my hand and we danced to the music

With a single smile, you became my world

Soap turns to look at Ghost, and his heart nearly stops in his chest. His face is lit up like a candle, eyes glowing with mirth and a pure joy he’s never seen from the sergeant before. Soap’s laugh vibrates against Ghost’s hand as he (somewhat) gently knocks his overpriced drinking horn against his head in retaliation. Ghost can see his lips moving, but the blood rushing through his ears doesn’t allow the words to register.

And we danced all night

To the fiddle and the banjo

Their drifting tunes seemed to fill the air

So long ago, but I still remember

When we fell in love at the Roseville Fair

Wandering around, waiting for Soap to decide what food he wants to try next, Ghost nearly trips over an elderly man crouched in the dirt, scribbling nonsensical symbols and talking to himself. “My apologies, sir, are you okay?” He asks warily, privately thinking illicit substances are most certainly involved. The man lets out a string of words that sounds like a riddle made of fortune cookie papers dipped in alphabet soup and darts off, leaving Ghost mentally reeling until he’s pulled from his mind by the sound of Soap arguing with a vendor about the semantics of a Scotch egg. He groans and rolls his eyes, coming up behind Soap and covering his mouth again, leaning down slightly to speak into his ear. “Where are your manners, ya fuckin’ gremlin? Give the fae lady your money and accept the food or get out of line and go buy another turkey leg. Startin’ to think you just like the feeling of my hand on your pretty mouth, hm?” It’s a risk, toeing a line he swore off years ago, but he can feel the heat of Soap’s blush against his fingers as the shorter man passes the vendor a couple bills and mutters something that sounds suspiciously like “fucking colonizers.” A small seed of hope in Ghost’s chest dares to take root, tentative and fragile, but full of potential.

We courted well, we courted dearly

And we'd sit for hours on the front porch chair

A year went by from the time I met you

And I made you mine at the Roseville Fair

The day passes in a blur, and Ghost doesn’t miss the fact that Soap takes several more opportunities to mouth off and promptly gets muffled by Ghost’s hand and a sharp remark. It feels like a dance, like testing limits, and with each incident he grows a little more sure he’s not imagining the spark in Soap’s eyes when their gazes meet. It’s absolute insanity to him, some of the events they’ve watched today, and they bicker about what to go see, wishing they had more than one day; there’s far too much to possibly see it all without spending days walking around, but the two things they agree on are the corgi races and the last joust of the day, which promises to be “to the death”.

And we danced all night

To the fiddle and the banjo

Their drifting tunes seemed to fill the air

So long ago, but I still remember

When we fell in love at the Roseville Fair

The joust is full of tension, and Soap and Ghost both find themselves a lot more drawn in by it than either of them anticipated, rapt attention on the arena and the knights locked in hand to hand combat, the horses having been taken away and the men now engaged in a well choreographed faux duel, metal clashing and insults being hurled like daggers. A prop knife slices between armor plates, and blood sprays through the air, and for a moment both Ghost and Soap freeze, but the victim’s descent to the ground is too smooth to be real. *Blood pack*, they realise simultaneously. He had a costume blood pack, and now they’re both dripping with it even as they laugh in delight. Their eyes meet, and as though it’s drawn by an invisible force, Ghost’s hand moves to Soap’s face, cradling his cheek with his palm and wiping a bit of fake blood off with his thumb. He doesn’t miss the way Soap’s breath hitches, and a wave of relief and gratitude washes over him when Soap starts to lean in first. Without hesitation, Ghost mirrors the movement and their lips meet through the fabric of his mask, no less intense for the barrier and no less tender for their long denied desire.

So here's a song for all the lovers

And here's a tune that they can share

May they dance all night

To the fiddle and the banjo

The way we did at the Roseville Fair

Moving in tandem as always, they pull back and break the kiss, adoration and devotion written on both mens’ faces as the small crowd bursts into cheers and the five men on the stage directly behind them begin to sing. Without hesitation, Ghost pulls Soap in to dance to the song, the same one that was the catalyst to their union. Since then he’s learned Johnny can actually sing quite well and just enjoys being dramatic and annoying to get a rise out of Simon, and if he’s had enough to drink he might even reluctantly admit he’s grown fond of it. Simon is sure his eyeliner is smudged to hell from the way his eyes are misty with emotion, and he’s still pretending to be annoyed about wearing it to begin with, but one pout and comment about his “pretty eyes” from his dove had him folding like a cheap lawn chair, as always. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

At least he managed to convince Johnny to wear lip gloss in return.

And we danced all night

To the fiddle and the banjo

Their drifting tunes seemed to fill the air

So long ago, but I still remember

When we fell in love at the Roseville Fair

#simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ren faire #friends to lovers #fluff #cod #call of duty #Spotify

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t0ast-ghost · 8 months ago

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The last one… it’s been coming for awhile…

Here’s my thoughts on Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country

(Spoilers for- well— everything)

- Before watching this movie I was trying to figure out why they chose this name and was told by my mom it’s a Shakespeare reference which.. I should have guessed

- “A Nicholas Myer Film” Cool! Now we know who to blame or bow to

- The music is so fucking intense I’m worried now

- I know Christopher Plummer is famous, I can’t place the face though and I want to say I know the name from the muppet show

- WAIT. Michael Dorn… WORF

- Wanna let y’all know that there was a guy (Harve Bennet) who wanted to create a completely different sixth movie that would’ve been more like a prequel where they recasted everyone to have an “academy era” movie with Kirk, Spock, and McCoy shenanigans. Gene Roddenberry didn’t fucking like that idea (cause only he knows how to cast apparently)

- explosion :)

- Teacup that tells you what ship you’re on. I now understand why everyone hates Quark trying to spread his own brand when Starfleet clearly is trying to push their own into every single crevasse

- HIII SULU HIIII

- It’s nice that they gave him the ship he kept saying he was hoping for in voyage home

- I won’t make a fart joke out of “gaseous planetary anomalies” and I definitely won’t say that Q did it

- DAMN NOT THE TEACUP. NBC Hannibal would fucking hate this movie

- Forgot how much I freaking love George Takei and I am so happy they gave him more stuff to do in this movie

- Falling… for about 7 seconds which is about 4 seconds more than normal

- Fairly certain that’s Janice Rand (5:32) (edit: it is! Hi Janice!!!)

- “We have no need for assistance,” and “Stay out of the neutral zone,” sounds like challenge

- Kirk says “What are we doing here?” STARRRING IN THE SIXTH STAR TREK MOVIEE BABEYYYY

- Scotty bought a boat, Uhura teaches seminars at the academy, I love hearing about their lives, keep going

- “Where’s Spock?” Asked in the saddest wettest voice. Kirk’s got his priorities straight. Er- well- not straight exactly but they’re there

- Them trying to hide that the “special envoy” is Spock when Kirk is sitting there looking at him like this

- Sorry babygirl not taking in any of that information. I am taking in those beautiful eyes tho <3

- Ooooh starting this one off with Kirk and Spock on opposite political sides

- Kirk being the one who has to offer the olive branch probably because Spock thought he could trust him to be on the side of peace (which was a miscalculation cause he’s probably still pretty angry with the whole “you Klingon bastards killed my son” thing…)

- “I remind you this meeting is classified” as everybody splits off into chattering gossip

- Kirk actually getting angry at Spock for “volunteering” them. The giant empty room with Kirk in the shadows and only Spock in the light (plus that random person standing in a dark corner for some reason) augh the mise en scène is wonderful

- I don’t even know how to unpack all that. Kirk so prejudiced against the Klingons (finally taking a more antagonistic stance) and saying “You should have trusted me” WHICH IS WHAT SPOCK HAS ALWAYS DONE. Because he trusted that Kirk would ultimately want peace no matter how battered and broken he became.

- They changed Spock’s ears, made the points more curved into themselves

- Why does every new lieutenant like quoting regulations to Kirk? How many does he just regularly break?

- OH FOR FUCKS SAKE WHY DOES HE LOOK OVER AT SPOCK SO SOFTLY

- I love how shape her hair is (draw it draw it draw it dammnit)

- Whenever creating a Star Trek movie you need someone on the production team who loves the ship departing from space dock scenes

- “I can never forgive them for the death of my boy.” Kirk says my boy

- Okay yes, Valeris should have knocked before entering his room but Kirk should also know to lock his door when he’s talking to his diary

- Why is Valeris so involved in this movie? First she’s talking to Kirk and now we’re following her to Spock’s? Strange (my guess. She’s evil.)

- “It is a reminder to me that all things end.” Like your life. Twice. Also that’s a nice sentiment and all but it’s so sad with the context that even his own original timeline ends

- “Logic is the beginning of wisdom, Valeris, not the end.” YEAHHH OLDER SPOCK he’s got a more balanced view on the world and himself

- OKAY I absolutely adore the costume design, especially for Gorkon. Like the golden clips in the hair? The red suit adorned with studs and the giant silver necklace?? The beard??? Amazing

- I like that there’s a “chief of staff” for the Klingons. It’s like the manager at a party city

- “They all look alike” BRO THEY MOST FUCKINGLY DO NOT

- I love the chief of staff being so confused over what the napkin roll thing is. I feel that.

- Ah yes my favourite meal. Blue. With a side of orange of course.

- “I offer a toast. The Undiscovered Country…” Welp. He said it. Time to wrap up the movie

- YEP ITS SHAKESPEARE BABEYYY (thank you Spock for saying that it’s Hamlet, act III, scene I, cause I didn’t wanna look it up)

- “You’ve not experienced Shakespeare until you have read him in the original Klingon.” Quoi???

- Spock actively trying to stop Kirk from starting a war

- I think this is such a good part where the Klingons are trying to state their worries. The gradual (or not so gradual) need for assimilation to be apart of starfleet. This is a particularly big problem for the Klingons because so much of their culture has been entwined with violence which Starfleet seems almost hellbent to take away. As well as hearing troubling language such as “human rights” thrown in their faces

- IM SORRY. Kirk. You didn’t. You didn’t just compare someone to hitler.

- Spock looks actually so fucking pissed at Kirk

- “If there is to be a brave new world, our generation is going to have the hardest time living in it.” Gorkon dropping all the good lines

- McCoy just standing there adjusting his outfit and looking like the most tired man alive

- “I’m going to sleep this off.” “I’m going to go find a pot of black coffee.” Both Kirk and McCoy leaving Spock :(((

- The shaky swoop of the camera as Kirk and the rest of the bridge realize that somehow they just fired on the Klingon vessel

- Don’t care about the rest of the movie I just love the scene where everything starts floating on the Klingon vessel

- AUGH THOSE SPACE SUITS OKAY I DO STILL CARE

- Love me some good ol’ bad 3D graphics blood

- Times like this I wish I’d never skipped my tlhIngan Hol classes

- Floating dead Klingons. What. A. Scene.

- Aw Fuck Dude. The one guy getting gravity back online and everything falling to the ground and blood splattering and AUGHHH. Every time I think this scene can’t get better, it does!

- HIII MCCOY!!! He got to rush onto the bridge just to ask “are we firing torpedoes” and I appreciate that :)

- Kirk and Spock fighting over who should go to the Klingon ship and Spock saying “perhaps you’re right” and then putting his hand on Kirk’s shoulder made me more nervous than it should have. Darn you Wrath of Khan! You’ve given me trust issues. (but you're telling me this isn't supposed to look like a nerve pinch???)

- Also Kirk ultimately still trying to maintain peace. It’s his knee jerk reaction to this. He’s got what he’s said he’s wanted when incased in his own emotions about loosing his son but he knows it’s not right

- and finally, yay! McCoy gets to go on the mission!

- The actor for the Klingon that greets them is so good at the rage mixing with grief and sadness

- McCoy to the rescue!!

- Either Klingon blood is pink (like in that one game) or they wanted to keep it pg-13

- “He’s gone into some kind of damned arrest!” McCoy proceeds to straddle the Klingon on top of the table so he has leverage to do proper CPR… I have no thoughts on this that I’d like to share

- I do not believe McCoy’s punches would be strong enough to restart a heart. I’m sorry but they look so puny

- The blood bubbling as Gorkon dies is so fucking good oh my heart

- This is all happening at 2:00 fucking AM??? No wonder Kirk is tired

- “I sympathize, Mr. Scott.” Love when they make Spock say he ‘understands’ or ‘sympathizes’

- SAREKKKK!! Hehe hiiii

- “We are experiencing technical malfunction. All backup systems inoperative.” “Excellent. I… I mean, too bad.” A banger scene from Uhura and Chekov

- Rosanna DeSoto as Azetbur (the Chancellor’s daughter) plays the part so well. Again their portrayal of grief and anger while trying to get to peace is so fucking amazing. LOOK AT HER FACE

- Maybe I’m not so happy about McCoy being on this mission after all…

- The giant circular judgement chamber is so fucking cool

- MICHAEL DORN 🫵

- The sparking gavel <3

- I love the beginning of a translator translating all the Klingon’s words

- WORF IS THEIR DEFENDANT???

- That one Klingon that laughs at McCoy’s joke, wanna be friends?

- “You say you are due for retirement. May I ask, do your hands shake?” “Objection!” “I was nervous!” “No. You were incompetent.” This is like watching reality tv for me. That’s some good drama

- phew thank goodness they’re not killing McCoy. He’s too pretty to die

- The back and forth slow zoom in on McCoy & Kirk and the judge didn’t have the intensity they were going for but I appreciate the effort

- “Better to kill them now and get it over with.” That’s nice Scotty

- Oh shit Spock loosing both of his husbands in one sentencing. That cannot be good for the economy

- “An ancestor of mine maintained that if you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains however improbable, must be the truth.” Ancestor? You mean fucking Arthur Conan Doyle?? Or Sherlock??? Either way that’s a hecking lore drop

- They’ve got a murder mystery aboard the Enterprise, this is my dream

- Hey babe, new Klingon dog beast just dropped (Jackal Mastiff)

- I let out an audible “aww” of pity when I saw McCoy wrapped up in a blanket

- I can’t believe I’m only halfway through this movie what is even happening anymore

- Had a brief pause to voice crackedly yell a little bit. Something along the lines of “I do not care. I do not care! I don’t care! I just want Spock- I just want them with Spock! I do not care!” And then let myself breathe for a second or two (and then made chicken nuggets). The outburst was born of a deep sadness from the fact that they can’t just be happy and retired together. Ok, back to the movie.

- Martia just handed Kirk a blunt change my mind

- “Somebody up there wants you out of the way.” of course, it can’t just be about actual politics between the Klingons and Federation, it has to actually be about Kirk and somebody trying to kill him. Dang it.

- “But the killers may still be among them.” …wait a damn minute.. you’re saying there’s imposters- *pulled away forcefully*

- I love how every commanding officer comes into the kitchen absolutely furious that someone fired a phaser

- On that note: why is there a kitchen? And why are they preparing various cooked birds? Who’s having a banquet tonight?

- What kind of bullshit evolution puts a species genitals in their knees?

- Hate how Kirk just lets McCoy go treat the highly dangerous being alone

- “Spock was right” NO SHIT HE’S LITERALLY AN ANCESTOR OF SHERLOCK

- YASSS SULU!!! Now get your rest you beautiful man

- Spock will literally leave no stone unturned for his husbands

- Either Martia has some really good prosthetics in the cave or she’s wearing someone else’s skin… NEVERMIND haha she’s just a shapeshifter

- Chekov was so proud of himself dammit. Too bad he was so utterly wrong

- Also Valeris is so expressive, kinda loving it

- The planet seems kinda nice in the daylight.. minus the dead body I’d say it’s pretty similar to winters in Canada (yes I made the joke, please delete it before posting) (edit: nope <3 just like Canada. Made your bed, lie in it)

- “Leave me. I’m finished.” Goddamn this man’s worst enemy is the cold. Both times McCoy just gives up and tells Spock or Kirk to leave him (First time being in All Our Yesterdays)

- “If they’re even looking for us.” Bones. Spock would literally NEVER leave the both of you. That aside the rest of the Enterprise crew also loves you like crazy

- Everyone laughing on the channel with the Klingons is so funny

- Holyy shit. Is Kirk going to fight.. himself???

- McCoy angel <3

- “I can’t believe I kissed you.” Yeah. Me neither. You didn’t actually have too.

- Poor McCoy holy cannoli oil. He’s knocked out and when he wakes up immediately gets trampled by two versions of his husband

- HIIII JACKAL MASTIFF HIII

- “Since you’re all going to die anyway, why not tell you.” When I go to watch the cinema sins video (I know I’m sorry) on this movie I bet they’ll say “klingonposition” or smt like that here

- If it’s just Chang that wants Kirk dead that’s so disappointing

- McCoy looks over and sees this

- “What you want is irrelevant, what you’ve chosen is at hand.” SPOCK IS ANGRYYYYY SPOCK IS PISSSED

- Please someone let McCoy take a shower, he stinks

- WAIT VALERIS WAS THE ONE SITTING IN THE DARK CORNER OF THE ROOM IN THE BEGINNING

- The distorted wavy angle that almost feels like it’s going side to side dutch angles with each of Spock’s footsteps as he nears Valeris

- I WOULD HAVE SCREAMED IN THEATRES

- Valeris is fucking crying omg what the actual fuck

- I honestly don’t know how to take that apart. I’m still shocked and screaming a little. The reactions from each crew member being just absolutely horrified

- I’m still reeling from that but I gotta acknowledge the fact that Spock says “I prefer it dark” when Kirk enters his quarters. So did I as a teenager and my mom would tell me it was bad for my eyes

- “You and the doctor might have been killed.” “The night is still young.” They are three months from retirement. Goddammnit let them just get to be retired together on a farm or condo or smt. I don’t give a shit just let them rest.

- “Spock, you want to know something? Everybody’s human.” NO THEYRE NOT IN THIS CONTEXT. That was kind of a big point made in this movie. I think the point you’re trying to make is ‘everyone in the whole galaxy forever will always make mistakes.’

- “Doctor, would you care to assist me in performing surgery on a torpedo?”

- Chang just said, “ah the games afoot” why are there so many Sherlock Holmes references in this one? Like I know they have a hard on for famous literature but this one is named after a Shakespeare quote. Just saying it’s a bit crowded.

- They really wanted McCoy to say smt doctory while making the torpedo so they chose “we’ve got a heart beat”

- I think it would’ve been better if Chang said to be or not to be in Klingon like they did at the dinner table

- So they saved the day? Yay? Kirk and McCoy should legally not actually be there- oh they’re all clapping for them who cares

- SPOCK GETS TO SAY GO TO HELL

- Kirk did not just fucking quote Peter Pan. Shut the fuck up.

- McCoy’s look says it all. And by that I mean just let him retire with his husbands. Oh my goodness.

- Just for my mom I'm mentioning the flared pants (Spock and McCoy look kinda goofy tho)

- Ohhh so this is where they change it from “where no man” to “where no one”

- And the Enterprise rides off into the sun. What kind of Grease ending is that?

Awwe okay all of their signatures at the end was a nice touch

I don’t have much more to say here, I forgot how fun but time consuming it was to do these thought posts. I really really appreciate everyone who likes these posts because it means y’all took the time to read this which is just something so meaningful to me.

Thank you all so much <3

Masterpost

#star trek #star trek tos #star trek the undiscovered country #star trek vi: the undiscovered country #the undiscovered country #spock #s'chn t'gai spock #james t kirk #captain james kirk #leonard bones mccoy #doctor mccoy #uhura #nyota uhura #sulu #hikaru sulu #pavel chekov #montgomery scott #that’s all folks

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Metanoia (or not?...)

Metanoia:(n) meta·noia - a transformative change of heart...especially : a spiritual conversion

Part 1. - Part 2. - Part 3. - Part 4. - Part 5.

Parings: Wednesday x Dracula!Reader (GN)

(Im doing the gif based on what the chapter reflects bare with me)

Warnings: they are a little older(19, lets say nevermore is a college), Blood, swearing, fighting, near death experience, light mention of death, and a tiny (maybe lot) angst.

WordCount: 5.5k

this is literally Soft Wednesday for sure. (Reader is Masc)

Bold italics are flashbacks.

A/n: Yes, I am almost to the crazy part of this book lol. You all will get the juicy parts in the upcoming chapter...maybe lol depends on how i feel. There is some Serbian in here but i done forgot what it meant oops- but use ya context clues cause i know google translate works one way and one way only lol Enjoy :) (how do you make these words small.. i wanna be experienced with this app too)

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Blurring to the house you felt the hairs on your arms raise when a hand wrapped around your arm sending you into the ground. The wind was knocked out of you, coughing loudly looking around to find Alek hovering over you,

“Okay, before we go in there I need you to try and gather yourself now. We have two huge problems on our hands.” He started,

“Huge? What could be more bigger than the Council-” A body collided with yours sending you deeper into the ground. D hopped off your body dusting off the dirt on her shirt.

“Hey newbie, glad you can join us. Would you be so kind in helping us calm this woman down?” D sarcastically sang out when another body slid next to the three of you. Sofi hopped up growling loudly smacking the decomposed hand that attempted to clean the dirt from her jeans. Catching your eyes, she sent you a bright smile blurring back into the house.

“The hell is going on?” You yelled out when the sound of thunder drummed around you. Cupping your hands onto your ears the sound became louder as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“It’s…Marija! Only you can stop her!” D yelled out mirroring your actions but you being an Ascendent the sound was nothing compared to what they felt. Wobbling onto your feet, you made way into the house. You planted your feet when a gust of wind smacked you in the face. Squinting your eyes, Bora's figure was seen being thrown from up stairs to your feet. You were quick to help her up.

“The fuck is going on?” You asked Bora as she wiped the blood that dripped from her forehead.(You have yet to ask them why they bleed.)

“Marjia is going through a painful time accepting the damn truth.” She growled out, blurring back upstairs. You followed behind her when you heard Raina yelling at Marija.

“You need to calm down before you draw attention to us and the damn Council finds the Ascendent and kills them!” After those words flew out her mouth a loud thud was heard in the room. You bursted through the door to find Raina on the floor unconscious and Bora running to her side checking for any signs of life(?) The loud ringing in your ears went silent and the wind came to a halt when her eyes locked with yours.

“Hey, I’m going to need you to calm down.” You ordered, the girl in front of you could only shake her head as tears brimmed her eyes. Confusion swarmed around you when Marija ran out the balcony window, you turned to face Bora helping up a very weak Raina. “Go.” she shooed you off, you nodded blurring out the window vaulting over the balcony rails landing behind the girl looking up at the sky.

“You don’t understand what I feel right now so I need you to stand back before I kill you.” She whispered, her chest falling and rising faster by the second. If the sky wasn’t dark before it sure was now, you inched forward reaching your arm to grab her shoulder when a lightning bolt struck you both. Feeling the shock run through your body as you fall to your knees you groan at the overwhelming feeling bubbling in your chest. Bora and Raina blurred with the rest of the OB watching the scene in front of them off in the field.

“She’s going to kill them!” Raina yelled out, taking a step forward when Bora held her back. “No.” Bora shook her head, turning Raina to face her. “You are not like them. You’ll be burned to a crisp if you take a few more steps. OB or not.” She warned the girl who could only huff a breath turning back to the two of you in the open. Rein appeared next to the crew fixing his tie.

“What a lovely light show you got going on for the Ascendent!” He cheered out when D patted his back shaking her head. “More like the Newbie is basically a spitting image of Marija’s deceased mate.” Reins eyes widened snapping his head to the OB.

“Oh. I thought I mentioned that.” Rein thought out loud when multiple groans were heard around him. Bora sighed, watching for an opening to stop her. A cry strangled out your mouth when heat started to plant against your skin.

“Marija…I need you to come back to me please. It hurts.” You mumbled out as your head hung. The girl glanced back, noticing your grip loosening from her arm but the shocks kept coming in.

“D, show them.” Bora whispered. Raina sighed, placing a small peck on her lover's shoulder, stepping back. D nodded, locking her eyes on the two of you. Once her eyes turned white so did yours and once Marija’s eyes turned the shocks stopped. Rein took a step forward but Raina and Bora were quick to stop him.

“Let them see.”

“Moja ljubav, did you move my tool box?” your voice rang through the spacious house. Walking down the hallway into the kitchen a small tune was heard. Peeking your head from the corner, your eyes caught the woman humming as she washed the dishes. Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed the smile you fell for centuries ago. Tip-toeing behind the woman, you snaked your arms around her waist placing your chin down on her shoulder.

“You finally came back in, how is the project coming along?” she whispered as you planted a kiss on her neck. Her smile was contagious when all you could do is hum and lean more into her.

“It's coming. I think someone moved my tools so it seems like I can’t work today.” you sang out, rocking you both back and forth. She let out a small scoff, shrugging her shoulders, turning off the faucet, facing you.

“I wonder where those tools went.” you sent her a look catching on to her little game, sighing loudly you placed your forehead against hers smiling softly.

“I think my wife would know ... .hmm” You squint your eyes digging your fingers into her sides pulling a laugh from her as she moved away. You scooped her into your arms carrying her to the couch as you dived into the huge cushion. Giggling was heard around the house when all you could do was smile.

“I love you.” You whispered after a beat of silence. Locking her eyes onto yours she leaned in kissing you softly. “And I love you.” wrapping your arm around her waist you brought her closer deepening the kiss. You pulled away looking at the clock displayed on the wall.

“I need to go meet Alek when the sun sets.” you spoke moving away from her grabbing your shades from the island. She sat up on her elbows, sending you a look. You waved your hand placing on your ring then glancing at the huge window that displayed the ocean.

“Stop overthinking, I thought once we die the anxiety goes away.” She scoffed at your gift, chunking a pillow your way which you swiftly caught. Reading her mind a bit more, a goofy smile smacked across your face.

“I’ll buy the wine if you make- oh now that's what i'm talking about!” You laughed out grabbing your keys. She blurred into your arms pressing her lips into yours.

“Hurry back, Bora needs us at the OBH in the morning.” She whispered against your lips unlocking the door with her free hand as you were too busy trying to sneak in one more kiss. When the door opened you pulled away, placing a kiss onto her forehead.

“I love you Y/n” smiling you walked out but before you closed the door you looked back sending her a smile.

“And I love you Marija. Za Veconst.”

A scream rang through your ears when the horrid images flashed in your mind as the white still clouded your vision. Marija still stood in front of you now with her hand clutched in yours as her eyes glowed.

Your eyes fluttered open, noticing your parents sitting in front of you. The slight shaking around you indicated that you were in your family's limo. Your parents whispered amongst themselves but you could clearly hear what they were talking about.

“It’s a shame that killing me off would save your ass from the council.” You whispered as the veins darkened under your eyes and your fangs poked out your lip. Your mother glanced your way, fear seeping from her pores. You could smell the fear and you couldn't lie…you loved the way they were terrified of you.

“We are not going to kill you.” Your father spoke out closing the privacy screen behind him but the slight turn the car made caused the hairs on your skin to rise. Glancing at the opening in the window a light caught your attention. You blurred out of your seat dashing out the back window tumbling into the woods. A force caused your back to hit the ground when a pair of dark eyes locked with yours.

“The Council would be glad that we saved them a fight.” he spoke, weaving his fingers through your hair dragging you to the road. You struggled against his hold trying to free yourself but with the strength he held it was easy for you just to give in. Tossing you onto the wet road your eyes caught your family talking to a man in a large trench coat.

“I can give you two days to get out of here before I contact the Council on our location.” Your father nodded, sparing you one last glance then walking back to the limo. You called out for them but not one of them stopped. A pair of strong arms wrapped around your torso lifting you onto the back of the truck. Rain began to fall clinging the mud onto your clothes, your tears began to fall along with the droplets that settled onto your varsity jacket. Laughter was heard around when a man leaned forward sending you a sinister smile.

“So much for a dangerous being, she’s crying!” You could hear your brother's cries from when he was dragged out of your home when you were younger. You locked your eyes with the man growling,

“Get me out of these chains and I can show you dangerous.”

His laughter locked in his throat when his hands went to break the chains around your hands and feet. The dark eyes he displayed now seemed hollow when you stood to your feet ignoring the protest from the other two behind you. Glancing back, you caught eyes with the taller man.

“Kill them.”

Hopping off the back of the truck, the cries from the men were heard. Ripping of flesh and breaking of bones echoed around the forest when you walked to the limo but stopped at the man in the trench coat. He stood almost eight feet tall but the look in his eyes made him seem small when you whispered,

“You were the one who took my brother from me. I remember you.” You started sending him a smile that made the man whimper once he saw the pool of blood that dripped from the tailgate behind you. Stopping in front of the man, you locked eyes and sent him a look causing him to wail out a bunch of pleas.

“You are going to go back to the Council and tell them I will kill each and every one of them for the death of my brother. Send them a visual reminder as well.” You stopped grabbing a fistful of his shirt bringing his ear to your lips.

“I want you to rip out everything that gives you life.”

Letting go of the man, his eyes were empty. Making his way into the truck, he drove off as you opened the door to the limo taking a seat facing your petrified parents.

“This is what’s going to happen. You are going to take me somewhere safe and you can continue your life. We can forget this ever happened. Okay?” Your parents nod eyes now draining the gold that you once loved into a dark gray of emptiness. Your father whispered to the driver the destination and once the limo started its way, you leaned your head against the window. The gold in your parents eyes were now back and your father handed you a water bottle.

“This will be a good school for you to study more about your ascension. Your mother and I will be on a business trip in Amsterdam but we will come down during your graduation!” He beamed wrapped his arm around your mother. She could only nod, sending you a tight lipped smile.

“You might even find a husband for a mate down here.” She mumbled out, causing your father to nod his head.

“Do not disappoint us Y/n.” Your father spoke when you leaned back looking out the window once again. Your golden eyes flashed the hollow color your parents once had as you closed your eyes letting the gut feeling send you into a deep slumber.

Your hand fell limp when your body collided into the ground. You groaned at the pain now subsiding, Marija dropped to her feet pulling you into her arms.

“Hey, I need you to look at me.” She pleaded, grabbing your jaw to face her, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your body went numb. Marjias head lifted to lock eyes with Bora, tears beginning to swarm. Raina was the first to blur to your side holding your head in her lap. “Hey Newbie, I need you to wake up.” She spoke tapping your pale cheeks that seemed to hue a darker color by the second. Bora made way next to Marija placing a hand on her shoulder,

“Now you can see they are not your past lover.” Bora whispered in her ear but what shocked the two OB’s was the words Marija whispered,

“No, but they are the answer to ending the Council.” Bora nodded but Marija shook her head, grabbing Bora's wrist. “No Bora you don’t understand…They used the power of a deceased Ascendant.” Raina gasped, snapping her head to you pressing her hand against your chest, waking you instantly. You jumped up, blurring to the house, Alek ran after you as fear filled all over your body. Tripping over the last step you fell on your back sliding into the living room ramming into the back of the couch. Alek stopped holding his hands up slowly inching his way towards you.

“I need you to relax, why don’t we grab you a bag and we get you out those clothes.” you looked down to see most of your shirt was burnt and blood coated your arms. The rest of the OB and Rein appeared in the house when tears began to brim your eyes.

“Why can’t I remember the ride to Nevermore?” You croaked out standing onto your feet but moving away from everyone. Rein took a step forward clearing his throat,

“You used your brother's gift to forget.” You shook your head running a hand through your hair.

“No. He’s dead. That is not possible.” You protested looking around to find some sort of answer but the look on everyone's face around you showed that they were as shocked as you were. Bora sighed nodding her way to the Med bay which answered your questions. Slouching over you dragged your feet to the room sitting on the chair with your eyes glued to the ceiling. Bora walked in and your eyes widened at the state Marija left her in. Hopping off the chair, you sat her down grabbing a washcloth and the bowl of warm water that sat on the counter.

“I’ll heal, don’t worry about it.” You shook your head, dabbing the damp cloth on the open wound on her shoulder. You both sat in silence as you tended to her injuries while the rain picked up again.

“Must be Marija.” You whispered as your chest tightened when a clash of soft thunder bounced through the house. Bora hummed looking down at her wounds, now healing a lot faster than she thought.

“You’re healing me. Sofis gift.” Bora spoke, running her fingers over the scar that was fading away. You hummed back, shrugging your shoulders,

“I just thought of the stories my parents told my brother and I about the Death Summoner. Not only can she summon the dead but heal the wounded.” Bora scoffed softly looking at the door seeing Raina pass by with D following behind giggling.

“Even though you are not Marija’s mate…you will still feel as if you both are connected in some way.” Bora started catching the slight huff you released dropping the cloth in the bowl.

“I feel…upset that I can’t help her, the pain she feels having to be in the same room is a spitting image of someone she loved for centuries.” You started standing from your seat grabbing the stack of clothes Bora placed on the end of the chair when she walked in, removing your ripped shirt and changing into the new one.

“I saw the last memories of her mate. I could feel the Council ripping their head from their body. The teeth sinking into their neck- Bora I could feel it all.” Bora huffed sending you a sympathetic look as you shook your head hearing the muffled sobs with your enhanced hearing.

You walked to the door, sending Bora one last look then made your way to your room. You hopped on your bed with your eyes trained on the pig tailed girl's balcony with a million thoughts running through your head.

The night covered the small village just a few hundreds miles away from Nevermore as horrid screams were heard around. The tall man sat in a tent keeping his eyes trained on the entrance with a sinister smile on his face.

“Bring him in.” He boomed. A boy was tossed into the tent with blood running from his nose. The man tilted his head examining the frightened child in front of him, almost like a predator inspecting his meal before feasting.

“Child, what info do you have on the ascendent?” He asked, the boy whimpered looking at the man through his lashes.

“They are no longer staying on Campus. They are staying with a group of people and I think their chosen one is Wednesday.” He whimpered out when snarling was heard from outside. Alucard hummed, taking in the boy's posture.

“So the Ascendant has already found their mate…hmmm very well. I will have my right hand have you back before breakfast.” he spoke, waving his hand as a very slender man walked into the tent grabbing a fist full of the boy's jacket dragging him out the tent. “Thank you Rowan. Your honesty and loyalty will be paid soon. Till we meet in Jericho.” And with that the boy was no longer seen. Alucard growled softly when a man walked into the tent.

“How far are they?” The man in front of him kneeled to his feet extending his hand letting Alucard grasp letting the vision play in his mind. He hummed letting go grabbing his ax that sat next to his seat walking out the tent. Blood was painted everywhere as a fanged smile plastered his face.

“My children!” He roared as all heads turned to the man, “Drink what you can, the Council will be arriving tomorrow night. Please leave a message and let them know…THE Alucard is alive and well..killing.” He spoke nodding his way to the man next to him who lifted his staff that sent the rest of the ferals wild. Alucard started his walk down the village with the man by his side.

“Grim ... .would you please remind my children that when we arrive to remain casual; in the dark. We are not a threat to the Ascendant. We will monitor the Ascendent for a day till we make ourselves visible. No one harms their mate, understand?” Grim nodded at his request. Alucard nodded, making his way down the village with a bloodied smile.

“Matter of fact, get ready…we will go tonight.”

Ever since you ascended, sleep was not your best friend anymore. Screams and cries drummed in your ears when you closed your eyes. Once you ascend, sleep is not a priority but to fight the strongest beings in the world? You need all the sleep you can get. You hummed at the silence when you kept your eyes shut but the front door opening and a whiff of Vanilla scent sent you blurring to the top of the stairs,

“Thank you Principal Weems for accepting our terms, I will be sure that Wednesday gets her classes completed and will be under our supervision.” Bora spoke, sending Weems a small smile. You kept your eyes glued to the girl standing next to the tall woman. You knew that she knew you were watching when her head looked up to meet your eyes.

“You’re gonna burn a hole through the ground if you don’t control your venom.” A voice spoke next to you as you shut your mouth looking over. Raina sent you a teasing smile, you rolled your eyes mirroring her actions.

“How come when I am near her it's like it doesn't happen, but when i feel…” you paused trying to find the right word-

“Excited? Protective? Horn-”

“Alerted.” You cut off Raina’s amusement by sending her a look then looking back down at the girl. “What will happen if I turn her before the Council arrives? I remember my mother telling me stories about needing a certain ceremony to turn your mate.” You mindlessly spoke keeping your eyes on Wednesday when Raina snickered.

“You were young Y/n. I think your mother meant something else other than a ‘ceremony’.” Raina added. Your neutral expression now displaced grimace when you now knew what she meant. “No, I- no.” Raina snickered softly patting your back walking back into her room. Bora pointed at you when both pairs of eyes caught yours, you sent them a small smile blurring next to Bora.

“Thank you Principal Weems.” The lady in front of you nodded, handing the rest of Wednesday's luggage to Alek who appeared out of nowhere. The boy blurred to your room then in a matter of seconds blurred past you all into the living room. “Well, I will make my way back to campus to arrange the lockdown for when the Council arrives.” She spoke looking between you and Wednesday. “If you’ll excuse me.” You send her a nod as Bora walks her out.

“I can not lie, the house is alot bigger than I imagined.” Wednesday started. You chuckled, grabbing her hand guiding her up the stairs to your room. Once you both were settled you sat on the window seal with your eyes glued to Wednesday typing on her laptop.

“If you stare a little harder, you might be able to read my thoughts.” Wednesday mumbled with her eyes still glued to her screen. Your eyes widen, “Was that a joke Wednesday?” You teased and laughed when you caught a small smile on her lips. You stood up casually strolling to the other side of the bed.

“Don’t tempt me, I might.” You spoke that sent a scoff out her mouth sparing you a small glance. For some odd reason the voice in your head wanted to hold her close. The thought of pressing your lips against her neck sent your knees buckling before you. You gripped the shelf but the strength you held knocked the books on top of you. Wednesday rushed to your side placing a hand on the back of your neck that sent your vision spirling. Bad idea. The urge to pin her against the way and sink your teeth into her skin…but not in a blood draining way-

“I uh- I need some fresh air.” You spoke back pedaling away from her. Once you made contact with the door you blurred downstairs and out into the kitchen grabbing a bag of blood from the fridge, you almost slurped the bag with how fast you drank. Letting out a loud sigh ringing throughout the kitchen, you leaned your head against the fridge door clamping your eyes shut. After a few moments of attempting to rid the visions/thoughts in your head, you walked out the back door onto the patio that displayed your view from your room of Nevermore.

“Don’t tell me you already have trouble in Paradise?” You looked over your shoulder to see Alek walking your way and mirroring your actions, leaning against the balcony rail. You scoffed shaking your head,

“More like the opposite.” You sighed running your fingers through your hair. Aleks eyes widened and stifled a laugh. “I guess we are a pack now.” You narrowed your eyes at his response but rolled them when realization dawned on you.

“Don’t worry, it was a direct thought so I heard it.” Blowing out a breath, you hung your head low. “I don’t know why I feel like this all of a sudden, it's only been a few weeks of knowing her.”

“But it feels like years huh,” Alek sighed out taking a seat on the patio chair keeping his eyes on the clear skies. “It will get better, Newbie, don’t worry.” You turned his way leaning your back against the patio rail eyeing him.

“How come you know a lot of this?” You mentioned, motioning your hand to your balcony. He smiled shaking his head, “I had a mate too y’know”

You nodded looking back at the campus, sighing softly. Alek came a bit closer placing a hand on your shoulder,

“I lost her during the Civil War. We came to an agreement that she will stay human. A stray bullet struck her as she was coming in from the bath into our room. Ever since then, I could not bring myself to move on. Same with Bora.” Alek spoke but hearing that Bora lost her mate too was something that turned your insides.

“Bora was the first Original right?” Alek shook his head leaning more onto the rail as you both heard laughter coming from the living room.

“Bora was the mate of the first Original. She was actually the first from the native tribe to turn. Her blood was from the ‘Supernatural Chief’ so when she became one of us she developed a gift and from there I guess the stories on the first OB spree is how it all developed to be OB’s too. Dude it's really complicated to explain but Rein was there.” You nodded looking back once more to see Bora walking to the kitchen. She caught your eyes, sending you a warm smile. Alek patted your back taking a seat onto the lawn chair chuckling,

“Come sit, you look so tense. Plus, the girls got Wednesday. You might not want to go in there right now.” You chuckled at his response, taking a seat next to him as he handed you a blood bag. “Definitely not going in right now.”

Bora came from around the corner of the kitchen handing everyone a blood bag and Wednesday a water bottle. She took a seat onto the couch near Sofi who was playing chess with D who was indeed throwing a whole tantrum.

“This is so not fair Soph. You know I suck at this game.” D muttered out moving her pawn as Sophie giggled, moving her knight knocking off D’s piece from the board. D looked up sending her a glare when a hand was placed on her head patting lightly,

“My love, be a wonderful girlfriend and keep Alek and the Ascendant some company.” Raina whispered. D grumbled hopping onto her feet heading out the back door. Raina sighed, taking a seat next to Wednesday.

“So how are things going with your mate?” Raina asked the girl who only shrugged her shoulders, “I do not know, one minute we are in each other's arms and it feels like home then the next, they’re standing almost a hundred feet away and ignoring me like a plague.” Wednesday explained what caused Bora and Raina to giggle.

“Oh Wednesday,” Bora sighed out, “They are fighting the urge to not turn you.” Raina finished Bora's sentence as they both turned to Sophie who caught their gaze grabbing her headphones walking upstairs.

“When it comes to a Mate who is not one of us comes with a ceremony that we use to change them and have them bonded to us for eternity.” Bora spoke out.

“Ceremony?” Wednesday quivered her eyebrow as Raina giggled once more, shaking her head. Bora sent a small smile towards the girl, “Don’t worry, it is not what you think but it is what you will not expect-”

D slid the door open throwing herself onto the free lawn chair tossing the whiskey bottle towards you which you quickly caught. Alek turned to face D and the look she gave the both of you sent Alek howling in laughter. You looked between them till D’s voice was heard in your head.

“They’re giving Newbies mate here ‘the talk’.”

“The talk?” You spoke aloud, confusion swarming in your iris. D opened her mouth to speak when Wednesday's voice boomed through the house. Your eyes widened when the door swiped open and her face came into view. Her hand wrapped around your wrist dragging you inside. A yelp slipped out your mouth when Alek sent you a small telepathic message.

“Good luck, let's hope your fangs don’t fall off”

You sent the girls a look once you passed them when all they could do is giggle and wave your way. A whimper was heard from you when the girl literally dragged you up the stairs and sat you onto the bed as she towered over you.

“Why did you not mention that if you do not turn me, Marija could end up being your mate?” Your eyes widen at this new information. Shaking your head, you stood up to protest but her hand rammed against your chest sitting you back down.

“No. Sit down.”

You stood quiet with your head hung low, waiting for what she had to say but once her hand gripped your jaw, you could have sworn you lost function in your body.

“For being the most dangerously powerful being on the planet, you seem so weak as of right now.” You looked up to defend yourself but the look in her eyes seemed to answer your question to why she is acting this way. You stood up wrapping your arms around her waist, blurring her to the wall.

“I could be your worst nightmare Wednesday, do not tempt me.” You whispered, your fangs peeked out your lips as your breath mixed with the girl trapped in front of you.

“Nightmares are my favorite part of sleeping.” She whispered back leaning up causing her lip to brush against yours.

“If you are a nightmare…”

Your body buzzed with a new found feeling that made you feel as if you could destroy anything in your way. Rip apart the council to feel what you feel. Break through into the center of the earth to feel the heat you were feeling at the moment throughout your body. You’d steal all the burning gasses in the dark sky but for what cause…the light that could guide you to where you belong is in the eyes staring back into your soul.

“...then make me sleep for eternity.”

You smashed your lips into hers as her hand gripped your jaw bringing you in, deepening the kiss. You were stupid for not kissing her sooner, the energy that coursed through your body caused you to blur the both of you onto the dresser that shattered the mirror behind Wednesday. A small moan slipped the girls mouth that sent you onto cloud 9. Hands were felt underneath your shirt that was discarded in a matter of milliseconds. Another blur and you had her against the door quickly locking the door but your lips never left hers. Her kiss is something you could feel for as long as you roam this earth. Her heartbeat was drumming in your ears that caused your head to turn but with the speed, you ended up on the other side of the room with her on top of you.

“How did you control my speed?” You whispered, attempting to speak with her lips still glued onto yours. She only shook her head leaning back removing her top,

“Shut up and kiss me.”

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A/n: Yes, I left yall hanging like that. I, myself am not ready to write that JUST yet but be ready for the next chap dropping maybe this weekend or next week! (this for that one person lol) but i am thinking of making a 2-3 story series....maybe. (this is actually a book i am looking to get published...my music manager wants me to start publishing my books)

But i hope you all like it and stick around for more on Jenna! <3

#wlw #fanfiction #wednesday x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #wednsday addams #dracula #twilight #twilight saga #vampire #fantasy

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