#and has several clear kinks that she feels bad about so she gives them to the villains

[dextervexter]

ohhhh my god oh my god i need to reread it i need to reread strange the dreamer it was so good

[kingtomura]

Cat and mouse

synopsis: Your ex boyfriend has some nerve texting you at three in the morning — an entire week after the disaster breakup you had. You should really go over there and give him a piece of your mind. Well, you know what they say about famous last words.  wc: 6.1k | crossposted to ao3 content: tomura shigaraki x female reader, no quirks au, toxic tomura, reader is kinda toxic too tbh, unhealthy relationships, breaking up and making up, vaginal fingering, overstim, breeding kink, piv, dubcon creampie, degredation, threats of baby trapping, hurt/comfort, sweet at the end idc

You’ve told your friends time and time again to stay out of your business. They never listen. 

“Oh my god, Kirishima? Is he even twenty yet?” You drag as you watch your friend flip through several pictures of the redheaded boy like he was a member of the bachelor. 

She smiles, scrolling her phone for more options, “no, but he will be in a couple of months!”

“No!” Your words are sharp. You love Mina but god, you don’t want her to play matchmaker with you. It’s not like you’re a charity case or something. 

She gasps and you swear you could see the lightbulb go off above her head. “What about Denki? He’s fun!” 

You groan, falling back onto the bed and covering your eyes with your arm. “Mina.” 

“Hey, just give her a break okay? It’s only been about a week.” Your saving grace Yaoyorozu speaks up and it’s nice to finally have someone on your side. 

“Thank you.”

“Seriously? So we’re just going to sit around and watch you mope about all day?” Mina questions, irritation clear in her voice and it grates your ears.  

“Preferably, yes! Just let me be.” You roll over, face officially shoved into your pillow. It’s been a rough couple of days and you haven’t gotten a single call or text from Tomura. Not that you should be expecting one. You broke up with him after all. 

It’s just.. this time feels different. Usually there’s more arguing and he’s fighting for you to stay around, but this time there was nothing. No quips, no insults, just “fine, get out then.”

That hurt the most. 

You had no idea what he was up to. 

Maybe he was as depressed as you were. 

Maybe he’s found someone else. 

The thought makes you stop in your tracks. The idea of Tomura, your tomura with someone else is enough to make you nauseous. 

You jump to your feet and rush to the bathroom, locking yourself in and falling to your knees. 

God, what if that was why it was so easy?

You pull out your phone, the device lighting up and unlocking with your facial id. 

Tomura doesn’t use social media much but you could still check to see if he’d blocked you. 

To your surprise, he hadn’t. 

He hasn't posted anything either and there’s no new person in his followers. 

You feel yourself exhale a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. No change is a good thing. 

There’s knocking on the door and you thank the stars you locked it. Your friends would judge you so hard if they saw you lurking through your ex’s social media. 

“Hey, are you okay in there?” It’s your saving grace Yaoyorozu again and you almost feel bad for shutting her out. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry if it feels like I pressured you! I’ll give you some space.” Mina's regretful voice calls and it makes your heart clench. You know she means well but she just doesn’t understand. None of them do. 

Whether you want to admit it or not, you love Tomura. 

Yes, you argue and yes, you fight, but he just gets you. He’s so cynical, but so caring — in his own special way. Too bad he was such an asshole. The argument wasn’t even supposed to go that far. 

There are tears beginning to blur your vision and you wipe them away, willing the feelings down and standing to your feet. 

If he wanted you to stay away, then fine. You could do that. 

You splash cool water onto your face and take a breath, steeling yourself and getting ready to face your friend once more. It was Saturday and they were convinced you needed a fun girl’s night.

It takes a lot to refrain from cringing at the phrase, but you believe they held some truth with the idea. You definitely didn’t want to be alone right now.

You unlock the bathroom door, meeting Mina and Yaoyorozu’s worried expressions with a smile. 

“We should probably get ready now, huh?”

Mina’s eyes light up, smile blinding and excitement contagious.

“Yes! Jirou and the others are here now.” She starts to clap, excitement buzzing around her, “Girl’s night is going to be amazing!” 

—-

Girl’s night was a bust.

The moment everyone arrived the apartment quickly filled with chaos. Noisy and busy, it was all giving you a headache. Until someone decided it would be a good idea to pregame before going out.

In preparation for the night your friend’s insisted that you get dolled up, hair makeup and skimpy clothes you wouldn’t look twice at on any normal day. 

You had to admit it made you a little more excited to get out and at least feel like your world isn't crashing around you. It was supposed to be a fun little night out. Somehow one drink turned into two, which turned into three which turned into Mina swearing she could beat everyone in a dance battle. 

The group only got more riled up as everyone indulged in this silly challenge. 

One challenge leads to another, which leads to more drinking, which then ends in everyone being too drunk to function and knocking out — all laid out in odd places around your living room floor and couch. 

The groggy feeling came first, your arms radiating in dull pain as you vaguely recalled trying to beat Mina in a contest of who could do the most push ups. It sure as hell wasn't you, but the drunk version of you thought it was possible to move mountains. 

You blink a few times, trying to will your eyes to rapidly adjust to the darkness of the room and find out what this odd buzzing noise beside you had been. Turning over, you find your phone, squinting as the too bright screen lights up your face and you see that it is three a.m.

You had fallen asleep with everyone else.

The phone buzzes again, lighting up and you have to squint further to read the contact name.

Tomura. 

Your eyes widen as you scan over the three texts he’s sent you. 

Wasting no time, you rush to your feet and into the bathroom so you can look at your phone without the chance of prying eyes overlooking your shoulder. Even though they were probably going to be out until late morning.

Tomura’s messages were short, no paragraphs, no essays but three different messages sent in succession. 

When are you coming to get your shit?

I’m tired of waiting.

And I’m deleting our farm btw. 

The first two messages don’t get much of a reaction from you, especially since it’s three a.m and he knows you’re usually asleep around this time. 

But the third message…

Your Stardew Valley farm that you’ve had and worked on together for almost two years being put on the line and threatened? What the fuck was his problem?

This farm was a constant in your relationship. Throughout the ups and downs and back and forths. You were sure that hell would freeze over before you both would give up that progress. But here he is, threatening you while you would have been asleep. What an asshole.

Your feet are moving before your brain can stop them and you make your way to the front door. Since your friends were all passed out it would be easy to sneak over to Shigaraki’s place, give him a piece of your mind and then sneak back. In and out, quick and easy. 

Your decision is made and you grab your coat, deciding to just go over there as you are. You hadn’t changed out of your outfit that was supposed to be for the night out, but it didn’t matter. You only needed to get over there and get there fast.

Once you arrive at Tomura’s doorstep you waste no time knocking. It’s around three in the morning so he should still very much be awake. 

There's a chill in the air as you wait for his answer and you wrap your jacket closer to your body. A rumble of thunder caught your attention and it's then you notice the rain clouds rolling in. You knew it would only be a matter of time before the bottom of the sky falls out and rain drenches everything. You were on borrowed time if you wanted to make it back before then.

After what feels like forever the door finally opens, revealing a very cozy pajama-clad Tomura, who seemed a little too pleased for his own good — if that sly smile he was doing a bad job at hiding was anything to go by. 

You don't give him a chance to greet you or say anything for that matter, stopping his words in their tracks as you cut him off. “What do you want?”

He doesn’t bother hiding his smirk now, the expression making your fists clench and your anger boil. “What do I want? You’re at my door, in front of my apartment.” He scoffs, clearly getting the exact reaction he had wanted from you, “I should be asking what do you want?” 

Caught like a deer in headlights. Whatever, you don't let that stop you as you pull out your phone to show him his text. “You sent this, I know you’re bluffing. What do you want?”

Tomura shrugs, leaning against his door frame and giving you a pleased look. Expression relaxed and content. Not a care in the world. “To talk.”

“Well, I'm here now, so let’s talk.” You spit, crossing your arms and waiting for whatever else he would throw at you. 

“Sure, but you should come in first.” He starts, looking up towards the darkened sky, confirming his assessment. “It’s gonna rain soon, you know.”

Of course you knew that. 

You just didn’t want to give him more time than you had. But you agree and go in, ignoring the fighting feeling in the back of your mind screaming at you to turn away and hightail it out of there. 

Tomura’s home is the exact way it was the day you left, give or take a few more containers of takeout littered around the place. You have half a mind to scold him about it, but quickly remember that it isn’t your place to do that anymore. 

So instead you stay quiet, following him into the apartment and into the living room. Opting to stand as he sat, and resisted the urge to get comfortable. 

“So, what do you want to talk about?” You try, done watching him pick up a controller and boot up a video game. Seriously? 

Your patience was wearing thin now as you watched him ignore you to play some stupid game. You try calling to him again, knowing this was probably a waste of your time and groans.

“I was in the middle of something before you got here. Let me finish and we’ll talk.” It's flippant the way he waves you off and continues the game. The lack of care only hurting your feelings further and making you realize this may have all been a big mistake on your part.

You shouldn’t be at your ex boyfriend’s house being ignored. You should be at your house getting drunk and hanging out with your best friends. There was no reason to stay somewhere you’re obviously not valued.

It’s a simple choice when you put it into perspective. 

But things are always easier said than done. 

You sigh, the air puffing out your cheeks, a bad habit you had when angry, and walk right in front of Tomura’s TV. There was more satisfaction in making him lose the game and then announcing your departure than just leaving quietly. 

He cranes his neck to see around you, but it doesn’t work, finally giving up as his character inevitably dies. “What!?”

“I’m leaving!” You announced, turning on your heel and heading towards the front door.

“You had to make me lose first? I said I was almost done!” He spat back, rising from the couch to follow you.

You shrug, “I don’t care. Why invite me in if you’re just going to ignore me?”

“Didn’t think you had the patience of a child.'' Tomura stands in front of you, cutting through your path and stopping you in your tracks.

It's almost comical the way he insults you. “Okay pot, meet kettle.” You try to brush past him, but he side steps with you. 

“What are you dressed like that for anyway? Did you go out tonight or something?”

“No!” You deny, a little louder than intended and then pause. “But it’s none of your business what I do anyway.”

Tomura hums at this, taking the words in and running them through his mind as he gives you a once over, eyes scanning from the too-tight shirt you wore — showing a generous amount of cleavage, down to your mini skirt that left little to the imagination. 

“Could've fooled me.”

“What do you mean by that?” You hate when he gives you cryptic answers, like it’s impossible to pry into his mind to see what he was thinking at the moment. 

“You knew you were coming to see me so I dont get why you're wearing that skimpy shit. Unless you wanted me to check you out.”

“Not everything is about you, Tomura. Maybe I just wanted to dress up and look nice.”

“Bullshit—”

“God, Tomura you always fucking do this!” You yell, walking right up into his face. The excitement in his scarlet eyes sends a chill up your spin, but you can’t back down. 

He gets closer, matching your tone and you can still see the grin he’s trying to hide. It makes you see red. “Do what? Tell you the truth? You know I’m not wrong.”

“Yeah, you think you know everything, but you don’t. I’m dressed up because I want to be, not because of you.” You’re insisting at this point, frustration threatening to tip over and spill out into the form of another pointless argument. Why did you think you could actually come over and have a decent conversation with him?

Tomura is a master at getting under your skin and hitting where it hurts. In all of your arguments he’s never really pulled out the big shots but you wouldn’t put it past him to do so now. 

“Oh, so you come over to my place dressed like a slut and you expect me to believe you don’t have some hidden motive?”

And there it is.

Your last straw. He could be so egotistical and mean — you’ve had it. 

You regret it the moment you do it, but your body moves before your brain can process your actions. You push Tomura. Hard. 

He doesn’t fall back far but you know it’s enough to piss him off. And he’s never been one to hold anything back, so he shoves you back and your back hits the wall. 

Tomura has you pinned before you know it and there’s a thrill that runs through your body in a way you know you shouldn’t be feeling. Your knees feel weak for reasons that are not related to fear and your panties were gradually becoming more wet. 

His voice is low and his eyes are narrowed as he pins you against the wall, pressing your cheeks together with his other hand. “You’re really starting to piss me off.”

You have to bite back a smile, knowing this has taken a turn and you aren’t strong enough to stop where it’s going. Not that you would want to. 

“Oh yeah? If I piss you off so badly then why are you hard?”

He doesn’t look down. He can feel his own arousal just as well as you can while it’s pressed against your abdomen. 

Tomura pushes off of you — maintaining some distance as he turns away. 

“You’re fucking annoying.”

“Sure am.” You supply, chipper and certain as you trail behind him. 

He’s walking further into the apartment, and you follow. Legs moving on their own accord as you go further into the lion's den, exchanging quips and insults. You jab your finger into his shoulder, bothered by the way he continues to ignore you, it's a pathetic attempt at catching his attention and it works. Kind of. 

The only response being him slapping your hand away with a glare and muttering a soft fuck off as he walked on. 

You both went back and forth. Like the sun and moon, you just can’t stay away from each other.  

It was how these things usually went between you and Tomura. He would start up, make a petty argument and you would never back down. Tomura is someone who was used to getting his way and others simply did what he said with no objections. 

But that was not how you were.

And he loved it.

You knew by the way he would get that devious glimmer in his eye when you would challenge a point, starting up a debate. Sometimes they were heated enough to make you both break up. It never lasted more than a few days. A week being the longest.

Push and pull. 

Tomura made his way past you again, ignoring your calls about how you hate being ignored. At this point you’re sure he’s doing it on purpose to rile you up more but you can’t help but take the bait. You grab his shoulder, forcing him to turn around and face you as you point a finger in his face. 

“Stop walking away from me!” 

He grabs your wrist and pulls you closer, making you stumble on your feet and almost lose balance. You were so close you could feel the heat from his body and smell the fresh linen scent of his shirt. “Don’t tell me what to do.” 

You snatch your wrist away from him, tension between you two growing hotter by the second as the space between you got thinner. 

“What are you going to do about it?” 

The narrowing of his eyes only made your grin grow wider as you watched the gears turn in his head as he thought about just how many things he would do about it. All of it enticed you, so you beat him to the punch. 

You reach forward again, fully intending to shove his shoulder again for another reaction, another glare, maybe even more words, but he stops you. It was fast, the way you both tumbled through the hallway as Tomura crashed his lips to yours. The relief of finally feeling his lips again meshed with the excitement of how rough he was with you. 

You lose yourself in the kiss, welcoming him in with open arms as you vaguely register the dark walls of his room and posters plastered along the walls in your scuffle.

It was exciting, probably the best part of breaking up and making up. At this point you think the whole point of falling apart is coming back together again. An endless cycle where the reward is worth the punishment. 

Cat and mouse. 

You end up on top of him, straddling his hips while your smug smile beams down at him. Tomura gives you an unamused look in return, yet the way his hands rested on your thighs gave away the ill hidden interest. It was all the encouragement you needed as you leaned down, hovering above him with both hands on his chest. 

“Not so tough now, are you?”

It’s bait. You know it’s bait, he knows it’s bait, but he takes it anyway — the way you knew he would. 

Tomura wastes no time flipping the both of you over, quickly reversing your positions as he settled himself between your legs. It’s dangerous the way his actions riled you up further, and you have to bite your lip to keep the smile from betraying your false anger. You couldn’t let him know how excited you were to be back in his bed. 

He presses your cheeks together and rocks your head left to right, tone mocking and eyes wild with fever, “Oh, look who’s become a firecracker all of the sudden. Where did that flame come from, huh?”

You want to respond, but Tomura beats you to it, releasing your cheeks and pointing a nimble finger against your forehead, “Don’t be dumb.”

His eyes trail from yours and then down to your lips, then finally down to your exposed cleavage. The movement was swift as he cupped one of your breasts in his hand and dipped down, claiming your lips again. It was softer than the first time but not by much, especially not when he matched his pace by grinding his clothed erection into you, making you moan at the contact. 

Your skirt was so short and it made you feel even more exposed than you already were. Tomura had easy access to you and the thin fabric of your panties made everything feel so much closer. 

You moan at the contact, swiping your tongue against Tomura’s bottom lip and wasting no time deepening the kiss as you pull him closer. You needed more and you needed it as soon as possible. 

Tomura pulled the low cut front of your shirt down, easily exposing your breasts from the confines of the shirt and massaged them, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles against your nipples and making you cry out from the sensitivity. 

He pulls away from you, eyes gazing into yours and you swore in that moment he put you in a trance. Tomura’s ruby red gaze always left you mesmerized and you can’t help the whimper that leaves your lips, brows furrowed and eyes wanting, “Please.”

“Please what?” And he’s not taunting you, he’s not mocking you. His eyes are soft as he brings a hand to your cheek. “Tell me what you want.”

“You.” Fuck, you’ve missed him. “I just want you.”

There’s a hint of a smile on his face as he strokes your cheek, soft look in his eyes making your heart flutter, and then it’s gone. Replaced by a hardened gaze as he moves to remove your shirt and bra, fully exposing you to his hungry eyes, and then moves to remove your short skirt. 

His hands hover there for a moment, debating whether or not he should keep it on and fuck you in it, but then decides against the idea and pulls it off, taking your soaked panties down with it as well. 

The air in the room feels cool against your skin as you shiver in anticipation. 

“Fuck,” Tomura whispers, now eye level with your cunt. You gasp as he runs two fingers between your wet folds and holds the digits up to show you. Syrupy clear slick clung to them, slowly trailing down as Tomura rose back up, eye level with you once more. 

“You’re so wet…” He murmured, bringing the digits to your mouth and you opened, taking them into your mouth and tasting yourself. You kept eye contact as you watched his eyes widen in delight — Tomura loved it when you put on a show for him.

There’s another moment of Tomura pressing against your tongue with his fingers and then he pulls them out, opting for a kiss in exchange, his tongue dipping into your mouth and groaning  as he could taste what’s left of your slick on you as well.

The pleasant feeling and linguid action of your movements made your shoulders relax as you practically melted into his soft bed, the feeling of his body above yours bringing you mountains of comfort. It was a distraction, of course. 

You felt the same two of Tomura’s fingers prod at your slick entrance before pressing in fully and all the way down to the knuckle. The stretch was intense but the pressure was euphoric, making you squeeze your eyes shut and grip him closer. 

He didn’t make you wait long as he pumped his fingers, quickly finding that sensitive spot so deep inside of you that only he could pinpoint and brushing against it over and over. 

The feeling was so good it made you pull away from the kiss to breathe, thighs twitching and toes curling in pleasure. You wouldn’t last long like this.

“Tomura, fuck..!” You moaned, drowning in ecstasy as he continued his abuse of your spot, never letting up or slowing down, aiming to make you cum as quickly as he could. It was obvious he wanted you to come undone as soon as possible by the way he watched your every expression. 

The way your brows furrowed to the way you bit your lip. Tomura eagerly drank every expression and gave it back to you in the form of pleasure. 

“What?” He started, unphased by your dilemma, “Gonna cum?”

It took a lot of focus and effort, but you nod — done with fighting for the night and accepting the fact that you will come apart quickly. So you give in to the pleasure. 

Tomura smiles, a devious grin splitting his features as he curls his fingers, hitting the spot one more time for good measure and you lose composure, your climax crashing into you like a tidal wave. There was nothing you could do besides ride the feeling while holding on to Tomura tight — like you would get swept away if you didn’t. 

He fucks you through it with his fingers, eyes never leaving your face as you come down from your high. 

“Pent up, huh?” He questions, and this time there is that little hint of teasing. It brings you back to reality. 

Yes, you have been pent up. You haven’t been able to get off to anything since you’ve broken up and it’s been hell. 

You have no time for the games, you just want him and you want him now. 

So, you take Tomura’s face in your hands, making him look you in the eyes. The flecks of black in his carmine eyes always makes you remember why you come back. Every single time. 

“Fuck me, please, Tomura.” It's soft and filled with desire that you cannot be bothered to hide, and Tomura has never been one to deny you.

He quickly discards his own clothes, making sure to not stay away from you for long. His cock is hard and leaking precum from the head as he strokes it in preparation. You feel giddy at the thought and watch as he slides the head of his cock between your folds, coating it with your slick, and rubbing against your clit. The action makes your hips twitch up towards him. 

He loves to tease and make you wait, but today he doesn’t make you wait long. Tomura leans down after lining himself up with your entrance and places his free hand behind your head, right above the nape of your neck. His hands were warm and the feeling of those hands cradling your head felt so comforting in the space of his familiar dark bedroom. 

You bring a hand to his hair, tangling your fingers in his ashen locks as he pushes forward. The stretch makes you whimper and Tomura captures your lips in a kiss again, swallowing the noises and releasing a groan of his own as your walls tighten around his cock. 

There's something about the way Tomura drags his hips, the way he starts off at a slow pace, winding you up as he steadily increases his speed and force. It happens so gradually that you don't realize you’re screaming his name until he tells you to shut up — threatening to cover your mouth because he didn't want his neighbors to hear how much of a slut you were.

It drove you mad the way he said it all with a smile and fucked you harder. Almost daring you to be louder so he can punish you with a hand over your mouth.

Tomura knew how rough you liked it and he always delivered, giving you back arching pleasure as he pounded into you. It leaves you gasping and struggling to keep your voice down. Your hands find the surface of his back, trying to hold on as much as you could with building pleasure on the horizon. 

“Tomu— Tomura..! Please,” you cry and he doesn’t miss a beat, driving his cock so deep against your sweet spot it makes you see stars. “Fuck..!” 

“Yeah, that’s it.” Tomura cooed, eyes filled with mischief as he brought you closer to the edge. “Cry for me.”

And you do, your body feeling euphoric as the feeling buzzed up your spine and filled your brain with the fuzz of ecstasy. 

“What are you gonna do, huh?” He starts, his hips grinding against you, the closeness of his pelvis rubs against your clit, making you cry out again, “What are you gonna do when I breed this pretty cunt and make sure you’re stuck with me forever?”

He’s bluffing, you know Tomura doesn’t want kids. He’s just trying to gauge your reaction. Your dedication. 

“Tomura…” You only moan, breath catching as he hits that spot inside you that he knows so well. 

Tomura is smiling, wild and devious, as you look up at him with glossy eyes, so close to crying from the feelings, “I’m gonna do it. I’ll make you mine forever and you can’t do anything about it.” 

“Ah!” You should stop him, tell him to calm down but he has your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your back arching off of the bed. Everything is blurring together and you can only slur words as the drool from your earlier kiss trails down your cheek. 

You are completely at his mercy like this and you know your friends would be beyond disappointed.  

It just feels so good the way his cock drags in and out of your body pulling moans and whines from your throat. He was relentless in the way he pounded into you — beyond the point of being soft and slow because he knows that’s exactly you like it. 

“Say you want it.” The command comes with the slowing of his hips and you whine, high and needy as Tomura slows to a near stop.

“Tomura, I—“

“Say you want it or I swear to god I’ll stop right now.” It’s a threat and you don’t want to find out if he’ll go through with it. Tomura never goes back on his word. 

“No, please, don’t— I want it!” you pant, frustrated and aching for more movement.

“I want you to,” you stammer, desperate to have your release. “I don’t care if you cum in me. I need you so bad.”

“That’s my girl,” He coos, dipping his head down onto your shoulder, “Fuck.. love you s’much”

You stop — you’ve never heard him say that. Ever. You doubted he would ever say it since it’s been so long. 

He doesn’t give you a chance to ruminate on it because he's picking up the pace again and giving you the friction you were so deeply in need of. The feelings are swimming in your head as your cries reach new heights. Tomura is too far gone to stop you or care and you’re thankful. You couldn’t stop yourself if you tried. 

The build of your orgasm crashes down and sends you with it, making your thighs quiver in pleasure and your eyes squeeze shut. Tomura’s mouth meets yours before you could cry out, the warmth of his tongue guiding you as he fucked you through it. 

He didn’t last long after, the way your walls tightened around him with the force of your orgasm has Tomura’s pace erratic as he chased his own high. 

The bed shook as Tomura finally finished, hips stuttered as he released inside of you, hot seed coating your insides and making heat rise to your cheeks. He really did it.

You watch as he slows to a stop above you, his eyes closed as he enjoys the feeling of release. Tomura’s breathing was heavy and you couldn’t stop yourself from bringing him down into another kiss, traveling from his lips to his cheeks and then back again. 

It was intimate and you were worried it may have been too much, given the reason you were both in this situation was because of a stupid breakup. 

Tomura’s pulls out of you, making you wince and taking the feeling of being so full away from you. He doesn’t go far, opting to stay on top of you and rest his head on your shoulder, wanting to keep you as close as possible. 

“You really piss me off.” He mumbles into your shoulder, out of breath and tired. “God, why can’t you just stay with me.”

“Tomura…” Your hands run through his hair, the sweat is making it stick to his forehead as you wait for him to keep talking. 

“Stop leaving me.” His voice is firm, unwavering.

“You told me to go.” 

“I didn’t think you fucking would. I would never actually want you to.”

“I can’t read between the lines Tomura, I’m not in your head.” You make him look at you this time, pulling his hair a little to get him to raise his head. “Did you mean it?”

“I just said I didn’t—“

“No, the other thing you said.” He gives you a look of pure confusion and you lose a little bit of hope, “when you said you loved me?” 

You stare into his carmine eyes, hoping, praying it wasn’t just pillow talk from the heat of the moment. 

He looks at you for a long time, frustration still wearing on his features. If you didn’t know any better you would say he was pouting. “Of course I meant it. I’ve always felt like that.”

“But you’ve never said it!”

“I show it!”

“How?” This is getting frustrating and going in circles. 

He groans, sitting up and taking his warmth with him. “I’m not going to sit here and list everything I’ve ever done for you. I don’t think it works like that.”

You open your mouth to counter, irritation on your tongue because that’s not what you meant, but Tomura stops you again. 

“I don’t know how to explain it, okay?” He shakes his head and sighs, laying next to you on the bed and looking up at his ceiling. “It’s weird. I have these strong feelings, but it’s not hate, it's not anger. It's the opposite of that.”

You stare at him as he focuses ahead, keeping his eyes trained on the uninteresting ceiling above.

“Father said it’s a weakness and I should feel that way but,” There’s a pause as he looks away from the ceiling, meeting your eyes finally, “if it’s so weak of me, then why are the feelings so strong?” 

Your heart aches. It's clear that he’s torn, and with the strange way he was raised you know that he can’t help the way he is. 

“Tomura…” 

“And it won’t go away. I can’t fight them down or push them away like I can with everything else. It eats me up and I… guess I lash out because of it.” He shakes his head and for the first time Tomura looks defeated. You’ve never seen him this way — he’s always been filled with confidence and self assured. “I just don’t know what to do.”

You bring a hand to his cheek as you press your forehead against his. It kills you that this is what’s been on his mind and you aren’t sure what you could do to fix it. Maybe there was nothing you could do, physically, but you would do your best to be there for him emotionally.

“Sometimes,” you try to be careful with your words, knowing how much Tomura looks up to his foster father even though the man has been nothing but strange to him. “People say things that aren’t true because they don’t know how to live with it.”

Tomura’s guardian cannot live with love nor the idea of it. 

“That doesn't mean you have to live that way.” 

And it’s the truth. 

Tomura doesn’t say anything, just watches you with heavy lidded eyes, ruby red nearly glowing in the low light of the room. He was so much more than what people thought they knew of him and you didn’t care if it took time for others to see that.

He leans in, closing his eyes and you meet him halfway into a kiss. 

It's warm and it's soft and you know that even when your phone is buzzing from dozens of missed calls and texts from your friends, it will be fine. 

You and Tomura would take things one day at a time.

[mandos-mind-trick]

Experiment

Summary: Tech’s working on something new. Midnight gets to help in more ways than one. 

Pairing: Tech x reader, also implied poly bad batch x reader

Warnings: Very NSFW, very filthy. Tech is a bit of a freak, but so is Midnight, smut, p in v smut, my glove kink shining through, use of toys, language. 

**A/N: **I decided to make it part of the series since it does require reading the part with Echo to make sense as to _why _it’s happening. Also will require reading this one for the next one to make sense as well, so enjoy another part!

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“I need you.” 

Tech doesn’t give her much of an option as his hand wraps around her arm, tugging her away from a baffled Hunter and down the hall. They had landed in Tipoca City just a few hours ago. Midnight had gone straight to the barracks as she normally did, wanting to avoid the stares of the regs as much as possible. Half of them hated her presence, hating that a simple civilian had imposed in their space. The other half looked like they were picturing her naked. That doesn’t bother her much, she’s used to those kinds of looks, but it has her worrying. Like somehow they knew she was doing something very forbidden and fucking her squad. 

They hid it very well. Even in the barracks, they kept all affection to a minimum. Of course they had their moments, and she’d slept in their bunks a handful of times, but they were careful. It wouldn’t be hard for someone to walk in on them, and the last thing they needed was a controversy. 

She’s not sure she can handle being separated from them now. The thought of something happening to them because of her haunted her thoughts in the dead of night. It wasn’t something they’d talked about. The whole point was to not get caught so they wouldn’t have to worry about it. 

Of course, being led hastily by Tech back to the barracks probably wasn’t doing anything to help. 

He’s got that determined walk he gets when his mind is on whatever he was working on still. He had been tinkering since the end of the last mission. He’d been paired off with Echo, as was becoming the usual, and he had returned to the ship and instantly jumped into a project. It wasn’t that unusual, except this time he’s being very secretive. Usually he was willing to talk your ear off about his tinkering, but this time, he’d not even murmured to himself about it. 

Midnight had been a bit curious, but the others had just shrugged it off as Tech being Tech. They’d probably all find out eventually anyway. 

Looks like Midnight was about to get her curiosity satisfied. 

“I need you to tell me which you prefer.” Tech says as they enter the barracks. He heads straight for the table, several items laid out. 

“Okay?” Midnight asks, standing across the table from him. 

He pushes several kinds of metal towards her. “I’m working on an upgrade for Echo. I need to know which one of these feels the best to you in terms of touch.” 

Midnight looks down at the hunks of metal, picking one up. “Why?” 

“He wants to make sure it’s...comfortable for you.” 

Midnight glances up at Tech before picking up another piece of the metal. She tests all of them, running her fingers along them, feeling the weight of each. “This one’s the smoothest.” She says, picking up the first she’d tested. “It’s also the lightest.” 

Tech adjusts his goggles with one hand, taking the metal from her. “Yes, that’s the one I thought of initially. I’m glad you agree.” 

Midnight stays there for a moment, watching him. He’s already back to work, clearing the other metals away. She’s grown used to Tech’s direct communication, but this was almost cryptic. 

She can’t help but wonder what exactly he’s upgrading for Echo as she makes her way towards the mess hall where she’d been headed with Hunter. It made sense to her, that Echo would want things to be as comfortable as possible for her since they had grown closer recently. He was always concerned about her comfort, but she didn’t care. She was used to discomfort anyway, and she never felt any when she was with him. 

Sweet, sweet Echo, always worrying about her.  

*****

Midnight wakes when her door slides open. She’d been fast asleep after another exhausting mission. Every mission seemed to be getting harder, or she was just growing more and more tired of the constant stress, the constant adrenaline, the constant worry. It didn’t look like the war would be ending any time soon. While it meant her worries about being separated from her boys were still far away, it meant they were still having to fight and the constant worry of losing one of them or worse, herself, is still high. 

She sits up in bed, rubbing her eyes. It couldn’t have been that long since she’d dragged herself back to the Marauder and passed out in her bunk. “Tech?” She murmurs, eyeing the clone in her doorway. “Is it time to switch already?” 

“Technically yes, but I need your help again.” He says. 

Midnight hums, eyes trying to close again. “Gimme minute.” She murmurs, moving so she’s sitting on the edge of her bunk, bare feet on the cold metal to try and wake her up. 

Tech leaves without a response, her door sliding shut once more. She sits on the edge of her bed for a long moment, trying to force herself awake. Usually she could be up and ready in a flash, but this time it seems she’s far more exhausted than normal. 

She pushes herself to her feet, changing into clean clothes before she slips out the door. She makes her way down the hallway, stepping over piles of armor left in the walkway. It seemed she wasn’t the only one exhausted after this mission. Hunter would have things to say when he got up, but it seemed they all needed their rest. 

She makes her way to the cockpit, stepping inside. Tech is nowhere to be seen. She steps up to the console anyway, checking the chronometer. Eight hours? Tech let her sleep eight hours? No wonder she feels so tired. 

“Tech!” She quietly protests as the clone steps into the cockpit. “You shouldn’t have let me sleep that long!” 

“You needed it.” He shrugs. “Besides, I was too busy working on things.” 

“Still, Tech, you need rest.” Midnight says, approaching the clone. 

“I’m fine.” He insists. “And so is the ship. Come on, I need your help again.” 

He doesn’t give her much of a choice, taking her hand as he leads her back towards the hull. He leads her into the makeshift medbay, releasing her hand as he goes over towards a crate. 

“Take off your pants.” 

“I-what?” Midnight stares at his back with wide eyes. 

“Take off your pants.” He repeats himself, turning around. It’s said with the strictness of a command. He did technically outrank her, they all outranked her when it came down to it, but very rarely did they use their rank against her. 

Midnight’s eyes widen as she spots what’s in his hand. She swallows the lump forming in her throat, hands undoing the laces of her pants. She pushes them down, letting them fall to the floor around her ankles. She can feel wetness pooling between her legs, dampening her underwear. 

Tech approaches her slowly, eyes concentrated behind his goggles. Midnight shivers under his glance, stepping out of her pants, kicking them to the side. She stands still, her head tilting back as Tech comes to tower over her. He bends down, hand gripping one of her inner thighs. He pulls her legs further apart, his fingers sliding up until they’re between her legs. He’s still wearing his gloves, the fabric rough even through her panties. 

Tech watches her face as he rubs her through her underwear. His eyes are still focused, calculating. Oh how she wished sometimes she could hear his thoughts, get inside his brain. He was the most enigmatic of the group. She had, at one point, thought it was Crosshair, but Cross wasn’t hard to understand once you realized he wasn’t pretending to be an asshole to hide his true self. He just is an asshole. Tech, though, was harder to decipher. He was constantly surprising her, every time she thought she had him figured out. 

Tech’s hand slips under her panties, tugging them down. “On the table.” He says, voice still stern. She wonders if he’s doing it on purpose, or if he even realized he was doing it at all. The Tech she’s used to in these situations is still buried under the mechanic and engineer. The softness he usually held in his gaze when he was with her is missing. 

Because this isn’t like those times, she thinks as she lets him maneuver her on the table. Midnight swallows thickly, staring up at him. She’s on her back on the table, as close to the end as she can get. Her legs are bent, toes hanging off the edge. It felt a bit like the exam she’d had to go through when she’d joined the GAR, but staring up at Tech has warmth flooding through her. 

This is an experiment. 

Midnight’s breathing picks up as she watches Tech pop open the bottle of lube, her bottle of lube from her room. He slathers some on the device, before his gaze turns back to her. He looks her in the eyes, holding her gaze as his free hand comes to rest on her stomach. His thumb rubs her skin gently for a moment, and the intimacy of the touch has her head spinning. He’s still Tech. He’s still the sweet man under all that genius. 

“So this is why-” Midnight’s breath catches as he runs the tip along her slit. “Why you wanted my opinion.” 

Tech hums, gaze breaking hers as he lines it up. “Echo asked me on the mission before this last one if I could invent something that would allow him to experience what we do.” He slowly pushes the device into her, working her open slowly. “He said you gave him the idea.” 

Of course. She remembers that conversation just a few weeks ago. 

“Sometimes I wish I could give you what they can.” 

“I’m sure Tech could come up with something. He’d probably be thrilled with the challenge.” 

She had been half-joking when she’d said it, but it seemed Echo had taken it to heart. Of course, she wouldn’t complain. If it was what he wanted, then she would gladly accommodate. 

She moans quietly as Tech bottoms out the device. She grabs his hand that’s still on her abdomen, the other gripping the edge of the table. 

“How does it feel?” He asks, keeping it still. 

“Good.” She moans, clenching around it. “A little cold, though.” 

Tech nods. “I plan on figuring out a way to keep it warm. Of course your body heat will warm it quickly once it’s inside you. I modeled it after mine, since our discussion about our anatomical similarities with regs.” 

Tech keeps talking but his words are lost as he slowly pulls it from her, almost all the way, before sliding it back in. Midnight grips his hand tighter as he keeps the slow pace, drawing it from her slowly before pressing it all the way back in. Her back arches a bit, hips trying to press closer, trying to get him to move faster. The hand on her abdomen gets just slightly heavier, trying to pin her down and keep her still. 

“How does it feel?” He asks, watching the device. “I can use softer metal, but I worry about it breaking down over time. I used the same coating they put on internal cybernetics to help protect it. I could explore using some kind of padding to make it feel more realistic.” 

"Tech," She says, squeezing his hand. "Hurry up and fuck me."

His gaze hardens just a bit, sending a shiver down her spine. "You can't hurry science." He says, pulling the device nearly all the way from her. "I need to know how it feels, what needs to be changed. This is only the first model." 

Midnight's eyes roll back as he thrusts the toy harder into her, shifting the angle just a bit. Her hips rise from the table, trying to keep the feeling going. 

Tech tsks, pressing harder on her abdomen to hold her still. "You move too much. Don't make me restrain you."

Midnight's eyes snap open, gaze meeting Tech's. "What?"

"These tables have restraints." He says simply, but his eyes are dark, pupils blown. "I could tie you down." 

Midnight's head falls back with a thump as he thrusts the device into her once more. She lets out a loud moan, not caring that the others could probably hear. "Kriff, Tech!" 

He continues the slow pace, watching the device disappear into her body. She's dripping, the lewd squelch loud in his ears. He had worked almost non stop wanting to get the first model device created just for this moment. His own dick is pressing hard against his codpiece. He’s been hard more times since he started this project than he ever remembers. He’s completely whipped. His hand was nothing compared to Midnight now. 

“Tech!” Her voice has pitched higher, meaning she’s close. Her legs are shaking, trying to close around his hand but he holds them open. He had mostly been kidding about restraining her, but after seeing her reaction...he stores that away in his brain for later. “I’m gonna...I’m gonna cum!” She cries. 

He slides the hand on her abdomen down, thumb circling her clit. He can feel it as she cums, her body pulsing around the device. He can practically feel it on his own dick, shifting his weight to try and relieve some of the pressure. 

He gives her a moment before sliding the device from her. She groans quietly, chest heaving as she breathes. He sets the device aside, moving to stand by her head. She’s covered in a sheen of sweat, glistening under the harsh light of their medbay. She looks beautiful, he thinks, like this. 

“Was that satisfactory?” He asks. “I can make any changes to it that you think might help.” 

Midnight reaches up, pulling him down closer to her. She presses her lips against his, hand cupping the back of his head. She kisses him hard, arousal already beginning to pool between her thighs once more. Her other hand slips down his stomach, fingers pulling at his codpiece. 

“Tech,” She whines. 

Kriff, he loves when she says his name like that. 

He tugs himself away from her, letting his codpiece hit the floor with a clang. He moves back down to the end of the table, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her. She sometimes forgets just how strong they are. 

Tech turns her, bending her over the table. He’s still in his gloves, the fabric rough on her sensitive skin as he teases her clit. She can hear him wrestling himself free from his blacks. He’s still in his armor, the plastoid pressing against her as he slips into her. 

She lets out a keening whine, pressing up onto her toes. Tech traces the delicate curve of her spine before closing his hands around her waist. She’s so warm and wet, he knows he won’t last very long. 

He sets a brutal pace from the start, rutting into her so hard the metal table creaks. Hunter has to be awake by now, and he wouldn’t be surprised if the others were as well. He doesn’t care, though. He’d woken up many times hearing the others with her, why not let them have a bit of a show. The last mission had been a rough one, and he knows they all need some relief. 

“Yes!” She cries out, back arching as he wraps his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest. He knows it can’t be comfortable with his armor digging into her, but she offers no protest. “Yes, Tech!” 

Her legs are shaking as she cums, head falling back against his shoulder. He grunts into her ear, his cheek pressing against the side of her head as he chases his own orgasm. 

“Tech...Tech...” She moans, hands gripping the table. “I love you.” 

The three words come out as he spills into her, panting into her ear. She hadn’t meant to say it, but she was so lost in the pleasure and raw emotion of the last couple hours. It had just slipped out. 

She’d never said it directly to him. It had always just been implied. Of course she loved all of them. She loved them so much it hurt sometimes. She knows they love her too, in their own ways, even if they didn’t directly say it. 

“Tech,” She starts, trying to wiggle out of his arms. 

He gently pushes her so she’s flat against the table again, his hand pressing against her back. It’s not heavy, she could slip out of his hold if she wanted to, but it’s enough to keep her still. 

“I don’t know what that means.” He says. She can feel his eyes on the back of her head. “I mean, I know the technical definition of love: ‘An intense feeling of deep affection.’ But it’s...it’s not something that can be calculated or quantified. It’s hard to...to find examples.” 

Midnight pushes back against Tech’s hand, and he lets her stand. She turns to face him, looking up at him. It feels a bit crude, having this conversation while his cum is sliding down her thighs, while he’s still in his armor and she’s bare from the waist down. “I know love is hard.” She says. “It’s...it’s so variable, unique, independent to every individual. You think you know what it feels like, then someone else comes along and it feels entirely different. It’s just...something you know, not exactly something you can quantify and I know that’s hard for you.” She removes his goggles, gently kissing the indents in his cheeks from them. “I know you love me, even if you’re still figuring it out.” 

He leans down, pressing his forehead against hers. “Thank you, cyare.” He says, nose bumping hers as he leans down to kiss her. 

“I need a shower.” She murmurs against his lips. 

“First tell me what you thought.” He says, immediately back to his normal self. 

Midnight smirks, taking Tech’s hand. “I’ll tell you in the shower.” 

Tech stares at her for a moment before realization crosses his face. “Oh.” 

Midnight giggles, tugging him towards the fresher. “Come on, genius.” 

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[wickcdlove]

kang nabi (강나비) | 95’ | lesbian | cis woman | she/her | painter

lee yoomi, lesbian, cis woman, she/her. ♡ now entering the apartment building is kang nabi, a twenty-nine year old who is currently a painter. netizens have said they seem peculiar but others have said they’re gentle ! gossip aside, we’re sure they’re bound to be a fan favorite ! 

born and raised in korea, speaks no other languages. she's not always the biggest fan of communicating with words anyway, so sometimes it doesn't bother her - she tries to get her point across as best she can even if someone isn't fluent in korean.

tw; abuse.

background

nabi found a passion for art in her childhood. she learned all about it from her father, who was a great painter and sculptor. she idolised him as a little girl, but everything changed when he left the family for a younger woman. the betrayal deeply affected nabi, and it was only the beginning of her later developed abandonment issues. her mother, broken and desperate for companionship, remarried a controlling, abusive man. despite the suspicious death of his previous wife, nabi’s mother turned a blind eye, too in love with him to see the danger. the abuse she endured at the hands of her stepfather was devastating. her mother, who once seemed to loved her, grew distant, prioritizing her new husband and his children over her. eventually, she sent her away to boarding school, severing the last emotional ties between them. during her time at school, nabi exhibited severe behavioural issues, showing clear signs of autism, but her family refused to acknowledge her needs. though her intelligence was evident, her inability to fully apply herself led to fluctuating grades and a deeper sense of alienation. upon leaving school, she moved in with a group of queer feminists who were heavily involved in the kink community. through them, she ended up doing a lot of experimentation and while some of her experiences were empowering and healthy, others weren’t so great for her. to support herself, she worked at a bar while freelancing as an artist, specializing in erotic art - particularly bdsm and shibari themed portraits commissioned by her new social circle. nabi’s work became a way to express her passion for women. she loved painting women, celebrating their beauty and strength. her art became a way to connect emotionally, even when she struggled to do so in person. she mostly joined seoulmates hoping to find romantic connections. after years of emotional turmoil and superficial relationships, she longs for something real and meaningful

personality

nabi has a hard time picking up on social cues, which often leads to awkward or uncomfortable interactions. her intensity can be overwhelming for others, though she rarely notices it herself. when it comes to her art, nabi is incredibly focused and driven. she pours all her emotions into her work, sometimes to the point of obsession, which can make her come across as intense or single-minded. even though not all of her art explicitly expresses it, it’s a huge outlet for her. nabi often engages in self-destructive behaviours, especially when she feels emotionally overwhelmed. sometimes she has pretty bad sensory issues, especially with sound and light. sometimes she goes selectively mute if she’s feeling particularly awful. deep down, she craves emotional intimacy and wants to experience the love and support she’s been denied for so long.

relationships

whenever she takes a liking to someone she really seeks their approval. she tends to show this by excessive gift giving, usually art and small things like flowers. if they don’t like her art or show enough appreciation, she immediately feels rejected. while nabi has explored her sexuality and kinks, she has yet to find a truly fulfilling romantic relationship. she often sabotages potential relationships through her self-destructive tendencies and fear of emotional intimacy. she identifies as a switch but she’s more submissive leaning.

wanted connections:

platonic:

tba

romantic:

tba

she does like stoic, kinda standoffish women though lol. but someone who has a soft heart beneath it.

[watching-pictures-move]

Movie Review | Beyond the Darkness (D'Amato, 1979)

It goes without saying, but Goblin's score for this is great. It's got some of the proggier DNA of their '70s work, but also with a more pronounced sense of funk like they'd hone in their soundtrack for Tenebre, a driving sense of momentum, and lots of top notch computer beeping and booping. There is one track here that sounds like something by Weather Report, and others that sound like you layered Kraftwerk's Computer World on top of an Italo Disco album. Listen, some of this is probably word salad, but I'm bad at discussing music so this is the best you're gonna get. Anyway, because I was listening to the soundtrack yesterday, I got a hankering to revisit this, especially as I've warmed up to or, more accurately, developed a greater fascination with Joe D'Amato.

What I will say about this, aside from praising the soundtrack, is that it has two great bits of casting. One is Cinzea Monreale, as the deceased wife of the protagonist, as well as her twin sister. Monreale in The Beyond imbued her blind oracle with a great deal of warmth, empathy and poignancy despite the movie around her being so punitive in its violence. Here, most of her screentime is spent playing dead and the rest is spent reminding of you of somebody who's supposed to be dead, but I think that innate warmth serves her well in rendering her characters' psychological impact. There isn't much in the way of the warm and fuzzies in this movie, so there's added weight on her shoulders here.

The other is Franca Stoppi as the protagonist's maid, who seems pretty eager to both assist in his crimes and indulge his more outre desires. Stoppi's severe facial features, with her harshly sculpted cheekbones, jawline and nose, serve her well in playing villainous characters. Although speaking for myself, despite her being ugly-coded, I find her quite striking looking. And this is probably TMI, but you're already a few paragraphs deep into this review so fuck you, you're gonna have to deal with it, but because her character is so unabashedly kinky, I found her really hot in this. But yeah, I liked her a lot here and in The Other Hell, which I suspect is as conventionally good as a Bruno Mattei movie gets. She doesn't appear to have too many other movie roles and most of the other notable ones look to be for other Mattei movies, so perhaps I'll have to give them a look at some point.

All that being said, I didn't like this movie very much when I last saw it and I still don't. I really think it comes down to the protagonist. Kieran Canter has some pretty striking eyes, but he plays the protagonist slack-jawed and bozo-like. Given all the weird and kinky and gross things that the character does (gorehounds will appreciate how gnarly the violence is; a bit where he pulls a victim's fingernails had me wincing pretty hard, plus there's some classic D'Amato face trauma), he needs an obsessive, off kilter quality to make him work. The obvious comparison is the nervy energy Anthony Perkins brings to Psycho, which is a clear inspiration for this movie. And I think D'Amato miscalculates with his matter of fact handling of the proceedings. In this respect, this feels like a predecessor to Absurd, with which this also shares the dark and grey countryside ambience, but I think the bluntness and rigidity of the approach works better in the context of a pure slasher, where the clinical look at the violence compounds the sense of brutality. Here, the fact that the violence is coloured by the protagonist's kinks and obsessions means that it begs to implicate us, and the distance with which D'Amato captures it does anything but.

[inkykeiji]

you’re like a drug to me, a luxury, my sugar and gold

character: gojou satoru

genre: smut with a sprinkle of fluff at the end

notes: aaaaah first jjk fic ever!!!! uhhh this is honestly just pure smut and punishment, satoru is a Bad Daddy, and it’s set in a curseless AU | title cred: handclap by fitz and the tantrums

warnings: 18+ minors dni, dubcon/noncon, slight size difference/size kink, belly bulge, spanking with a belt, rough sex, minimal prep, minimal aftercare (at first), toxic and unhealthy relationship (satoru is mean n a bad daddy!), daddy kink/slightly implied ddlg dynamics, praise kink, dacryphilia

words: 3.1k

synopsis:

And although you can—and do—get away with a lot, you can’t get away with everything. A little brattiness he can handle, a little brattiness he thinks is cute. But on the days when you’re really misbehaving, purposefully (or not) breaking every rule, acting out and refusing to listen, rejecting any bargain or compromise with him at all—well, he’s only human.

And he snaps.

Gojou Satoru is a bad Daddy.

He’s a sweet Daddy, a silly Daddy, a Daddy who’s almost incapable of saying no. He’s a Daddy with a massive sweet tooth, a Daddy who frequently allows both of you to have dessert before dinner—sometimes dessert for dinner—and a Daddy who gives his princess nearly everything she desires, weak to your pretty pout and puppy-dog eyes and please, Daddy?’s. He hates to deny you, aches at the thought of you being even just a teensy bit displeased, because he wants his baby happy, always.

It’s his fault, really, you’re saying, insisting, when he calls you a spoiled brat. Because, honestly, it is; Satoru is entitled—he always has been, born with a not silver, not gold, but platinum spoon in his mouth—and his little princess is entitled, too.

Because he gives you anything and everything you ask for the moment the demand leaves your mouth, dotes on you hand and foot, absolutely adores you, lavishing you in the finest silks and prettiest lace, always indulging you just as much as he indulges himself—as much as he has always been indulged, growing up filthy rich.

Because you weren’t always like this; or, at least, you weren’t always this brash about it.

But years of getting exactly what you want, exactly when you want it, has forced your attitude to change, to shift.

You haven’t changed, Satoru tells you one day, a tub full of melty ice cream in his lap as he shovels another spoonful into your mouth, waning sun bathing the penthouse terrace in translucent gold and coral, brilliant colours reflected in his crystal eyes. “I didn’t do anything—I simply revealed your true nature,” A devious little smirk spreads across his lips, eyes glinting in an almost ominous nature, and you shiver. “You’ve always been a selfish materialistic brat, haven’t you?”

Well, you guess he has a point.

And although you can—and do—get away with a lot, you can’t get away with everything. A little brattiness he can handle, a little brattiness he thinks is cute. But on the days when you’re really misbehaving, purposefully (or not) breaking every rule, acting out and refusing to listen, rejecting any bargain or compromise with him at all—well, he’s only human.

And he snaps.

It’s always something little, after a day full of disobedience, that does it, that finally lights the fuse and forces an explosion. Something that would normally be inconsequential, something he’d usually laugh off with a coo and a loving pat to your head.

Because you fought him on bedtime last night, then fought him on going to university this morning. You demanded pancakes for breakfast and when he denied them to you, because he’s got an important meeting in the afternoon and thus hasn’t the time to make them, you refused to eat anything at all—only to whine and bitch and complain about how starved you were for the entire duration of his conference. And yet, throughout it all, he was the perfect picture of patience, endlessly cool and nonchalant in his responses to your multiple tantrums.

Until you rushed into the kitchen in a famished frenzy, diving straight for the cookie jar and shoving three in your mouth.

“Sweets are not an appropriate dinner, baby,”

The words are sighed out in pure exasperation, his thumb and his forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose, lids shut tightly.

Eyebrows furrowing, you tilt your head in confusion, speaking around your mouthful. “Since when?”

His eyes snap open, blazing azure glaring at you with such an intensity it makes you flinch, cookie crumbs turning to ash in your mouth.

“Since forever,” he seethes, mask of impassivity finally beginning to break.

“What?” you laugh around the word, but it trembles. “What are you talking about? You rarely enforce that rule—especially since you don’t even follow it yourself!”

“It doesn’t matter,” he snaps, nostrils flaring with a particularly harsh exhale. “I am the boss, and what I say goes,”

“Daddy!” A sock-clad foot stomps against the marble floor as you whine out the word, arms crossing tightly over your chest. “That isn’t fair! You can’t just—”

“Enough with this attitude!” he snarls, moving like a crack of lighting as he lunges at you, lithe arms embracing you in an iron grip. “I can, and I will,”

And then he’s hauling you over his shoulder, one strong arm wrapped around you and pinning you draped over his body, delivering swift, harsh slaps to your ass every time you kick your feet or beat your fists against his back, while every whine and complaint earns you another spank in his mind, mentally tallying them up and vocalizing the thought a moment later.

“You’re being a meanie,”

“That’s twelve,” he growls.

“I don’t care!”

“Thirteen.”

“So what?”

“Fourteen.”

“That’s nothing,”

“Twenty-five.”

And that—that gets you to pause, but not to halt, not to stop, potent brattiness mixing with fury as it boils in your chest, the need to defy, to disobey, burning through your veins.

“I-I can handle that,”

“Thirty,” his voice is calm—serene, almost—and ice cold. There’s an underlying challenge sown into it, daring you to try him again, to utter another word. He’ll go higher, you can almost hear his apathetic voice floating through your mind; he’ll go as high as he needs to in order to teach such an ungrateful little brat a lesson.

Thirty it is.

The buckle of his favourite belt jingles as he undoes it, that dainty clink! forcing shivers to pebble across your naked skin, pressing your chest further into the foot of his bed, fingers curling in cashmere.

You’ve developed a love-hate relationship with that belt; it’s so fun when you get to undo it yourself, gentle fingers tugging and toying as you squirm eagerly in his lap, yet the clank and clattering of that heavy buckle as nimble fingers skillfully unfasten it and pull it from the loops of expensive trousers is almost menacing, carrying with it portentous threats it fully intends to see through.

He never warns you when the first strike is coming, reveling in the way your muscles are coiled in tension, in foreboding anticipation; basking in the surprised yelp that bubbles up in your throat.

“Relax,” he tells you with a callous chuckle, leather squealing between large, smooth hands as he folds it. “And count,”

It’s his usual response, predictable and scripted by this point, but he never seems to tire of it, notes of delight lacing his voice.

And that first blow never counts.

Gojou Satoru may be a bad Daddy by most standards, but his punishments are harsh, brutal, and cruel, and they happen to be one of the only things he takes seriously in life.

There’s rules to each of his punishments—so many rules he’s made you write them out multiple times, until your hand ached and fingers cramped and the heel of your palm was swollen, so they’d stick in that pretty empty little head of yours, so you never forget—and his spankings are no different.

You are not to move until he tells you to. You are not to speak unless spoken to. You are to count each lash, loud and clear before the next strike lands. Each mistake, each misstep and slip-up and refusal to comply, will earn you one extra slap. The tool is to be decided based on the severity of the offence.  

The belt, all rigid rawhide and sharp edges, cuts into the supple flesh of your ass with each easy, nonchalant flick of his wrist, abrasively snapping against you.

Each collision of leather against flesh sears a tingly sting into your skin, biting rapidly rising welts into your ass and sending spiky jolts of agonizing pain bolting up your spine, the pain fading to a dull throb for just a moment before another blow is delivered.

“Gorgeous,” Satoru murmurs to himself halfway through your punishment, the word nothing more than a little huff of breath. You don’t dare respond, simply crying out the next number as he lands another harsh blow to your abused skin. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard a more beautiful sound, he continues, voice appearing faint and far away, mingling with the combined symphony of the crack of leather and pathetic whimpers muffled by sheets.

“It’s incredible,” he says, louder this time, voice dripping with wonderment, as if he can’t believe he’s created such a magnificent piece—the streaks of blood staining once perfect, unblemished skin; the high-pitched whines and sharp cries of each subsequent number; the resounding slap of the belt against your bare ass that evokes it all.

The whole thing sends a surge of intense power rushing through his veins, the tingling buzz it leaves behind enthralling and invigorating. You don’t need to look at him to know this, don’t need to see the way his eyes shine with it, the way his chest heaves with it, the way his entire body trembles with it—you can feel it in the atmosphere surrounding you, can feel the shift as his ego saturates the air, as his pure superiority bleeds into it, dense and suffocating, stimulating and revitalizing.

It infects your body, seeping in through your skin and flooding your veins, re-instills the need to be submissive, the ache to be good, providing you with the strength to endure.

The punishment lasts for forty-five excruciating minutes, accumulating a total of thirty three spanks—the extra three tacked onto your original punishment of thirty, one for each time you broke a rule. He’s on you in less than a second the moment it’s over, belt dropping to the rug-covered floor with a distinct thump as soft, eager palms roam your sweaty body, lips crushed against yours, still trembling as they spill pitiful whimpers into his mouth.

The luxurious bedroom—all cream and gold and drenched in sunlight—is blanketed by backhanded praises, warning you not to be a brat and just take what he gives. He’s sadistic when he gets in moods such as these, a feral glint in crystal eyes as large hands hastily flip you over—so fast it knocks a gasp of his name from your chest—seemingly unconcerned about the fresh blood oozing from the thin swollen welts that embellish your ass staining his thousand dollar sheets.

“Daddy needs you now,” he growls when you try to protest, breathing erratic as fingers flex on your hips, squeezing and kneading before pressing down hard, a silent order to stay fucking put. “And you’re going to be a good little girl for your Daddy now, aren’t you?”

Of course. Of course, because you are a good little girl, his good little girl.

But he’s a bad Daddy.

And, like a bad Daddy, he defers aftercare—it can wait, he practically snarls as he drags you to the edge of the bed, folding your legs up on either side of your body, knees nearly nudging your jaw; and foregoes prep almost entirely—two slender fingers slipping between your slick folds, prodding your hole and deeming you wet enough to take him.

And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t absolutely love it when he gets like this, when that façade of indifference finally shatters to pieces, replaced with desperation, with urgency, with neediness.

Your head lifts from the plush mattress, neck straining a little as you watch him push his trousers down his thighs through bleary eyes, residual dewdrops of tears clinging to spidery lashes. His cock bobs a little as he kicks the pants off, and it’s just as pretty as he is, smooth and symmetrical and perfect in every way.

“This would be part of your punishment,” he pants out, speaking over your cry of discomfort as he begins to shove his cock into you, little cunt aching as it attempts to accommodate the sudden intrusion. “If you didn’t love it so much, fucking slut,”

“Daddy!” The pet name claws its way up your throat in a yelp, hands scrabbling against his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh through his Armani button-up in an effort to steady yourself, eyes squeezing shut against the severe burn that accompanies the stretch. “Gonna—Gonna tear me in half,”

“You’d think you’d be used to this by now,” Satoru muses, voice already returning to its apathetic playful lilt now that he’s half buried in your cunt, breathing already calmed. A malicious little smirk decorates his lips and he observes you as if awestruck, one of his hands moving to trace the curve of your cheek, cold fingertips soft against your scalding skin.

“So beautiful like this,” he whispers as he finally bottoms out, hips pressed flush against the back of your thighs.

And you are, fresh tears that glitter the way his eyes do in the waning sun streaming down your cheeks, leaving the prettiest streaks of salt staining your flesh; lips swollen from merciless teeth sinking into them, an attempt to silence yourself, to keep those whines and complaints of Stop, Daddy! and Hurts, Daddy! safely stored in your throat.

Your little hole flutters around him, still struggling to adjust to his girth, and his head droops forward, long tongue unfurling from his mouth to lap at the bitter water adorning your face, slow languid strokes from your jaw to your bottom lashes, replacing shimmering tears with viscous saliva.

Saccharine sugar stings your nose, sticky toffee bathed in decadent chocolate and garnished with a touch of vanilla enveloping you in a sickly sweet embrace.

Such a scent—his scent—starkly opposes the vicious snapping of his hips, setting a merciless pace from the very start, blunt nails biting deep half-crescents into your flesh as they hold you in place.

But the pain only heightens the pleasure, contradicting sensations clashing together with every one of his brutal thrusts, cashmere feeling as rough as sandpaper against your raw, wounded ass. Thorns of pain pierce through your abdomen and shoot up your spine, back arching off the bed, and the muscles in your thighs flex and clench with every slam of his cockhead against your cervix.

It’s potent and intoxicating, a heady exhilaration clouding your brain and flooding your veins, and soon there are tears leaking from your eyes again, dribbling into your mouth and mixing with strings of drool that coat the words you’re babbling out.

Blood rushes in your ears, procuring a deafening ring, and you’re not even sure what you’re saying anymore, voice vibrating indistinctly in your chest as saliva soaked mewls ooze from your mouth. Your Daddy’s staring down at you, condescension etched into his pretty features, eyes morphing from dainty crystal to the navy of a tumultuous sea, framed by strands of cream and ivory dripping with sweat.

And he’s so big, too big, stuffing you full to the hilt with each ruthless piston of his hips, mattress trembling beneath you from the sheer strength; and it’s so much, too much, you swear you can feel him in your tummy, can see the way your lower abdomen cutely bulges in synchronization with every pounding thrust.

You must say it in some way, in some shape or some form, because the patronization varnishing his features melts away, sharp smirk dissolving into a genuine grin, blue eyes lightening with pure adoration.

“Such a good girl,” you think he’s saying, through it’s hard to tell when your eyelids keep drooping, hard to hear when a symphony of broken moans and hitched whimpers and the sharp slapping of skin against skin blanket the room, reverberating off the walls of your skull. “You’re such a good, good girl for me,”

Yes, Daddy, you want to say, such a good girl for you, only for you.

“Y-Yours,” you manage instead, locking your arms around his neck and clinging to him.

“Mine,” he growls, possessiveness lacquering his eyes, brilliant and bright and shining with devotion. “That’s right, mine,”

It only takes another three thrusts before you’re gushing all over his cock, the intense spasming of your cute little cunt drawing the prettiest whines from the back of his throat as he rams into you.

“Beg for it,” he demands, and although it’s an order, it comes out more like a plead, desperation sown into his voice. “Beg for Daddy’s cum,”

You obey immediately, words spilling from your lips without a second thought, automatic and instinctual. Please, Daddy, gimme your cum? Please, please, pretty please, want your cum, Daddy, fill my belly with it, Daddy, I need it, need it so bad, please?

He gives you what you want only a moment later, cock throbbing almost violently as he fills you with thick, scalding cream—so much that you’re sure it’s dribbling out of you, trickling down your ass and onto his pristine sheets—and you roll your hips up, attempting to milk him for more.

“G-Greedy,” he pants out, but there’s a dazzling smile slapped across his face, and so much love in his eyes it’s nearly overwhelming, a fresh wave of tears casting a gleaming shield across your own.

He notices immediately, both of you wincing a little as he pulls out, a wrecked little whine escaping your mouth.

“My poor little princess,” he’s saying as he untangles his briefs—Balenciaga, this time—from his trousers, abandoned in a heap on the hardwood.

“Daddy,” you rasp, a frown marring his face, fingers encircling your ankles as he helps you unfold your stiff legs.

“I know, I know,” he’s murmuring as gentle hands pull the soft clothing up your silky thighs. “It hurts, I know baby, Daddy’s gonna make it feel better now,”

A shiver courses through your body, and he tuts, nimble fingers making quick work of the buttons on his shirt, shrugging it off before he hoists you up and drapes it over your shoulders, tenderly threading your arms through the sleeves.

It’s cozy, and warm, infused with his scent—melted sugar and expensive cologne—and you snuggle into it, weak arms pulling the material tighter around your body, swathing it in comfort. Tears prick your eyes again, blearily blinking them clear as you glance up to find him backing away. A noise of indignance sounds in the back of your throat, eyebrows knitting together as you make grabby hands for him.

“I’ll be right back, princess,” he reassures you as he laces your fingers together and allows you to pull him back towards you, voice soothing like a lullaby. Fingers trail along the curve of your cheek then trace the line of your jaw, palms smoothing hair back from your face. “Daddy’s just going to go get the first aid kit so he can clean you up, okay?”

“‘N then food?”

He coos with a little chuckle, cupping your head as he tilts it up towards him, eyes overflowing with fondness.

“Yeah, baby, and then food. Whatever you want, it’s yours,”

Gojou Satoru may be a bad Daddy, but he is also your Daddy, and that makes him the best Daddy.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Church (Choi San) Rated

Pairing: Choi San × Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, College AU, Friends to Enemies(?), Enemies to Lovers (?)

Summary: He used to be her best friend until he abandoned not only his childhood beliefs, but her in the process. One night, he decides to show her a glimpse of what she's been missing out on. Inspired by Chase Atlantic's Church .

Word Count: 6.3+K

Warnings: Mentions of religious beliefs, brazen college parties, allusions to alcohol/nicotine intake, body insecurity (reader has small breasts), oral (female receiving), fingering, nipple play, body worship/praise, slight cumplay, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (always use protection), slight corruption kink, inexperienced reader, experienced San. (Probably forgot something)

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @yunhoiseyecandy @yunhofingers @galaxteez @brie02 @deja-vux @a-soft-hornytiny @multidreams-and-desires @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @yunsangoveryonder @minhyukmyluv @nanamarkie

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The infamous rebel let out a pernicious snicker when he saw the serene and usually proper former acquaintance walk in his direction.

"Are my eyes deceiving me or is that really the pastor's prissy little daughter out past her bedtime in a college party?" He found the situation much too amusing that he just had to point it out.

"I have a name you know." The female he was referring to halted in her steps to turn her head and give him an unkind and unfriendly look.

"You have several, actually. There's goody two shoes, priss, prude, prig-"

"Oh shut the fuck up Choi San." She scoffed as she began walking away from him, already feeling annoyed by his presence.

The man trailed after her, his face donning a shocked expression as he flailed his arms around in a dramatic way.

"Guys it's happening! The apocalypse is really here if L/N Y/N has not only attended a wild party full of debauchery, but her mouth has actually uttered out cursed words!" He shouted out, the other attendants either joining in laughing at her or ignoring him in favor of the bottles or sticks in their fingers.

"I'm surprised you even know what that word means." She turned to look at him with a mocking smile, arms crossed over her chest.

"Please, I know a lot more than you have ever pretended to know." He clicked his tongue, elbow coming up to rest on the wall next to him.

"Is that why you turnt corrupt and abandoned everything you believe in?" She couldn't help but spat back at him.

"Hey at least I was honest and didn't hide it like you people who lead double lives. Preaching one thing but living the total opposite. You're all nothing but a bunch of hypocrites." The venom in his voice was unmistakable, nose scrunching up in disgust as he remembered gross sins he had more often than not had witnessed from people who claimed to be pure and holy.

"I do not lead a double life." She remarked.

"Oh really? Then why the hell are you here in a college party? Full of alcohol, drugs and walking STDs? Riddle me that princess." His foot tapped against the floor, patiently awaiting an answer from her.

Y/N swallowed the non existent lump in her throat and turned her gaze to the floor in embarrassment.

"I just wanted to see what it was like. Just once." She admitted begrudgingly, the man in front of her chuckling lowly.

"Well you sure are going to have a lot to confess on Sunday to your dad. Silly girl, walking into the lion's pit like this." He jeered at her.

"Don't get ahead of yourself. Just because I came here doesn't mean I've done anything morally wrong." She counteracted his words to which he only snorted.

"Yet."

Tired of his overly obnoxious attitude, Y/N spun on her heel to get away from him, but she spun so carelessly and fast that she ended up bumping into another classmate who unfortunately was holding a full cup of beer that ended up being doused all over her white blouse.

"Oops! Sorry, my bad." He excused himself, looking completely unapologetic about the situation.

Meanwhile Y/N looked absolutely horrified as she took in the drenched state of her shirt that now had the stench of alcohol on it. The fact San was bursting out in giggles only served to make her even more mad.

"Now tell me how do you plan on explaining that to dear old-"

"Can it San or I swear I'll gauge your eyes out." She threatened him as she stormed out the building, not caring that she bumped into a few figures on her way out.

Feeling just a bit of empathy for his old friend, San sighed softly before following after her. Upon catching up to her, he took hold of her wrist and started dragging her in the opposite direction.

"Hey! Get your filthy hands off me! I will not hesitate to scream!" She tried tugging her arm away.

"Calm down I'm not planning on kidnapping or anything like that sweetheart. I'm taking you back to my car."

She let out a dry laugh at that.

"But that's not kidnapping?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"I have a spare shirt in the backseat that you can change into. Unless you wanna go home smelling like PBR." He looked back to see the mess one more time, lips curling up into a smirk.

Against her better judgment, she allowed him to take her all the way where his car was parked, standing there quietly as San rummaged through the backseat before taking out a clean plain white tshirt and held it out to her.

"Here. Put it on."

She looked at him with a face that asked if he was stupid.

"Well what?" He asked.

"Oh yes..I'm totally going to strip in a middle of the street and let anyone passing by see." She rolled her eyes at him.

"Oh for fuck's sake, there's nobody here, nobody is going to see and frankly I don't think anyone cares about seeing your non existent boobs." He scorned at her as he gestured to her chest.

"Ok rude and uncalled for." She felt slightly hurt by his comment, having always been somewhat insecure about the size of her chest.

"Don't look." She warned him.

"Not like I want to." He jeered at her as he turned away to not only give her privacy, but to also serve as a lookout for anyone that might accidentally show up and see the scene. He could hear her behind him tearing off her clothes and then slipping it back on.

"Ok there. I'm done." Y/N announced as she stuffed the soiled shirt into her bag.

"Not even a thank you?" San pouted slightly, to which Y/N gave a feigned smile.

"Thanks."

With that said and done, she brushed past him and started walking away, absolutely done with the night.

"Careful not to get caught sneaking back inside your house." She heard San say from behind.

"For your information I'm not living with them anymore. I moved into the dorms 2 months ago." She stated in a matter of factly, a proud look on her face.

"Well in that case....want to ride back with me?" He offered.

"Yeah no, I'd rather take my chances at being kidnapped and then butchered up. Besides, I wouldn't want to cut your wild night short." She declined the offer.

"Stop being so negative Nancy and accept my generosity. Geez."

Running over to her, he quickly snatched her up and threw her over his shoulder, ignoring her shocked exclaims and protests.

"Now this is really kidnapping!" She declared.

"Yeah I know, now shut up before I duct tape that bratty mouth of yours." San grinned mischievously as he tossed her into the backseat and shut the door before striding over to get on the driver's seat.

"Oh come on. Stop looking at me like I'm a criminal. Just because I indulge in a few sins every now and then, doesn't make me into a bad person." He stated when he saw the dirty look she gave him.

"Whatever." She muttered as she locked in her seatbelt.

San opted for just driving back to the dorms and get Y/N tucked in her bed since it was clear to him she needed it.

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"You're lucky my roommate is on vacation, otherwise I would have left your ass back there." Y/N spewed out as she threw her keys onto her dresser.

"Thanks Y/N, I always said you were the nicest and most giving person in the planet." San complimented her as he felt he should given she was letting him stay the night in her dorm after a little tiny incident with his keys dropping inside one of the manholes surrounding the university. And the administration office wouldn't be open til the morning, meaning he was screwed unless his roommate showed up to let him in, but that was a definite no since San knew Seonghwa would definitely end up in someone else's bed and come back til the next day, hickeys plastered all over his neck and chest.

"No, you always said I was the most stuck up-"

San shushed her by pressing a hand over her mouth.

"You dwell so much on the present image of me you drew up in your head that you completely erased the friend you had all those years ago." He slid his hand off her mouth, shoulders slumping down as he turned away from her to crouch on the floor.

"That friend doesn't exist anymore, that is if he even existed in the first place. If I recall, my friend wasn't into parties, booze, vaping, tattoos, piercings and fucking around with every whore in the school."

San didn't say anything as he heard her ramble, he just let her talk away as she started pulling out spare blankets and pillows for him to use.

"My Sannie was sweet, cute, adorable, always ready to lend people help and respectful to others." She reminisced with a sad look. Pulling her expression straight, she laid out the blankets and started arranging them neatly on the floor.

"I still am."

San's voice was so quiet that she barely registered that he even opened his mouth in the first place, but she heard him.

"Maybe if you weren't so puffed up with pride and didn't cut me off after I cut ties with the church, you'd see that I'm still the way I was. You think I changed completely because of ink and metal on my body? Because I wanted to try certain substances and yes, satisfy some perfectly normal and humane needs?"

Y/N averted her gaze from him and continued the task she was in. San let out a despondent scoff.

"Of course you do. And yet didn't I just demonstrate to you back there that I haven't changed? Giving you my shirt, giving you a ride, yeah I know, it's not much and no big deal, but wasn't those the types of things I'd do even back then?"

Y/N's tongue poked against her cheek as she knew she couldn't deny that was San said was absolutely true. He did nothing different back at the party as he used to do years ago. Helping old ladies with grocery bags, giving away some of his clothes to less fortunate kids, he was always known as being such a giving and kind person.....

No wonder so many were devastated when it was announced he had resigned as a member of the church. Y/N herself was hurt and even indignated by his decision. And after that she adamantly refused to see him or talk to him, and of course San respected her decision and avoided contacting her so as to not make her uncomfortable. He understood that their friendship was broken and he wasn't going to overstep boundaries just to try and fix it when the other party didn't want it. So he just decided to live his life as he thought was right without his conscience bothering him. And he was much happier now, he felt free, something that he had never felt before. Perhaps he was so chained down by formality, discipline, strict regulations and even fear that he didn't realize that he was miserable all that time until his eyes were fully open and he found he didn't like what he saw, especially after seeing the dark and ugly side of what was supposed to be a safe and pure sanctuary. He was let down severely and he suffered in the process. But now that was behind him and he had no regrets......

Except Y/N. He truly missed her and her company. As he laid on the makeshift bed on the floor, he found himself unable to sleep as he recalled all those fond times spent with her. The trips to the lake, hiking, first day of school, their first accident after he had gotten his driver's license. He let out an involuntary smile at that memory. Unbeknownst to him, the girl on her bed was equally reminiscing on the old days filled with her best friend. She had been so alone ever since she distanced herself from him, the world now feeling empty and cold without him. Shifting around in her bed, she whined into her pillow as she desperate tried to sleep.

"What's the worst thing you've ever done?" Her question startled San momentarily.

"Are you that sleep deprived that you're suddenly asking me to confess my worst sins?" He chuckled amusedly.

"Maybe it'll help me get actual sleep, I don't know. And.... I'm just curious." She clutched one of her plushies and started messing around with it.

"Curiosity killed the cat and I don't think your virgin mind will be able to handle my confession." He asserted confidently.

"I'm not a virgin, but oh well. Just tell me, what's the worst?" Her casual response made San flip out. He sat upright and kneeled at the front of her bed with an incredulous look.

"What do you mean you're not a virgin? When did you-?" He was so flabbergasted he wouldn't even finish his sentence.

Rolling over to where he was, Y/N smirked at him.

"Uh uh. I asked you a question first and you have to answer it before I can answer any you want."

Knowing he had no alternative, San placed his chin on the top of her mattress.

"Had a threesome with 2 of our professors." He laughed when he saw how shocked Y/N looked.

"What?! No way!" She refused to believe him.

"It's true. I won't tell you who they were since you won't be able to look at them the same way if I did...... I'll just dish this: they both got really huge tits and it's a shame they're married." He admitted with a smug expression.

"I can't believe you." She fanned her face which she was sure was now a deep crimson color.

"Ok now your turn. When did this happen? Who was it with?"

Y/N didn't even mind that San got up and crawled into her bed to lay down next to her. His face was rested on his hands as he looked at her with intense inquisitiveness. Knowing she'd have to talk about it sooner or later, she thought it would be best if San was the one to know since he would never tell anyone else and he'd understand since he was tainted as well.

"Remember when that group of missionaries came to stay over at our city for a while back in high school?"

San nodded, vividly remembering everything. Y/N blushed and smiled shyly.

"Do you remember that there was a family with a son our age? Chase?"

San widened his eyes and flopped over on his back as his hands came to hide his face.

"Oh dear lord, please don't tell me it was that Canadian boy." He groaned in pain.

"Yeah....yeah it was."

San couldn't stop cringing at the thought of his friend doing such a thing.

"How even did that happen?" He was so lost.

"I don't know! It just did ok? It happened while we were out in that camping trip. Somewhere there, we were left alone and we started talking about everything and nothing til it spiraled into talking about sex and us being virgins decided to see what was the big deal....." She bit her lower lip as the memory flashed in her mind. Looking over at San, she knew he was judging her as she expected. A tiny snort escaped his lips.

"That must have been the worst 45 seconds of your life." He joked, earning him a slap on his chest by Y/N's hand.

"It was not 45 seconds!............. it was 2 minutes."

San only laughed harder at that, nearly crying from how funny it was to him. He composed himself though when he saw how embarrassed Y/N looked about it. Feeling bad for laughing at her expense, he cleared his throat and patted her head.

"It's ok. First times are always awkward and uncomfortable. The problem was you weren't prepared and you were both inexperienced. He just didn't know how to please you."

Y/N couldn't help herself as she asked:

"And I suppose you can?"

Flipping onto his stomach, San cupped her chin with his hand and ran his thumb across her lower lip.

"Don't tread on dangerous territory little angel lest you want an evil demon to corrupt you." He warned her, and although he wouldn't actually follow through on it, he did want to tease her a little. But he wasn't expecting for Y/N to play along to his teasing, only she was not joking at all as she brought her face closer to his.

"Maybe I want you to corrupt me, show me what I've been missing out on." She brushed her lips against his, tongue daring to poke out and press on his slit briefly, leaving him stunned.

"You have no idea what you're asking for princess." San mused as he held himself back from touching her.

"I know what I'm asking for Choi San and what I'm asking for....is you." She responded with confidence.

Escaping from underneath the blanket that covered her, Y/N reclined back on the mattress, her head laying on her soft pillow as she gestured for San to come over to her, which he promptly did. Parting her legs so he could fit his body between them, he smirked softly down at her eagerness, fingers brushing against the soft skin on her thighs.

"You're serious about this?" He wanted to make sure it wouldn't be something she'd regret.

"I already messed up once, what's one more time gonna do?" She pulled him down against her, not caring when he lost balance and accidentally crushed her under him with his muscular body.

"Besides...." Wanting to further entice him, Y/N brushed her lips against his ear.

"Look at me and tell me you don't want to fuck me. That you don't want to stuff that hard cock of yours into my tight and inexperienced pussy. Bet you're itching to tear into me until I'm crying under you. Don't you want that?"

San let out a moan at hearing such filthy and depraved talk from her. It only fueled his appetite and hunger for indulging in carnal desires.

"Yes... I want that.... I want you."

Closing space between them, San molded his lips over hers, encasing them in a sloppy and wet kiss. Y/N could faintly make out the leftover scent of alcohol and nicotine as she let him taste her mouth, but she didn't mind or felt grossed out by it. She just kept her lips parted and allowed him to move his tongue freely inside her. Cupping her cheeks, San continued to roll his tongue over hers, massaging it gently with both deep yet gentle strokes. When he pulled away, he made sure to tuck her bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it towards him as Y/N let out a moan that was like music to his ears. Pausing briefly, their lips were barely touching as they breathed in each other's air. San was the first one to break into a smile, the one that had Y/N melting since it displayed his dimples to the fullest.

"Never thought I'd hear that sound come out of your pretty mouth." He teased her.

"S-shut up." She frowned, hand reaching up to smack his chest.

"It's not a bad thing. I like it. Now let's see if I can make sure you keep them up."

Stuffing his face into her neck, San ghosted his lips across her skin, tongue subtly poking out solely to hear her breath hitch slightly. Dipping his tongue into her collarbone, his lips opened up so they could firmly latch and spread wet kisses across her neck. Y/N gasped when she felt teeth sink down, head tilting back to give San more room which he took advantage of. Focusing on particular spots that he knew she was sensitive in, he sucked her skin into his mouth. Each time he pulled away, he reveled when he saw the finished mark that was now painted on her skin.

"I would love to see your parent's reaction to my love bites." He brushed a fingers across the newest spot he just embedded in her body, hand then reaching up to suddenly clasp around her neck. Y/N shuddered when his grip got tighter, her oxygen intake getting cut and making her feel hazy, but it was nonetheless enjoyable. Snaking a hand under her shirt, or more like his shirt, San swiped his tongue over his bottom lip as he started to pull the material up.

"How about I make some matching ones all across your pretty chest?"

Before he could lift the shirt any further, Y/N's hand clasped around his wrist, preventing him from moving any further.

"Don't." She begged him.

San retracted his hands away from her, fearing he made her uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry." He immediately apologized and began to move away from her, but Y/N's hands raked against his thighs to keep him in place.

"No, it's not you. It's just..... if we're going to do this, can I keep the shirt on? I don't...." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she admitted an insecurity of hers.

"I don't like my chest. My boobs are too small, it's unflattering and I'd rather you not see them." She slowly opened her eyes to see his reaction. San had a sad look on his face, bottom lip poking out as his fingers came up to brush against her cheek. Remembering what he had previously said back in the parking loyal, he felt terrible for saying that ill intended joke about her body. He probably hurt her and he didn't realize it.

"Y/N don't say that. Your chest size doesn't matter. You're beautiful the way you are and I bet underneath that layer is clothing there is the cutest and most adorable set of boobs in the world." She let out an involuntary giggle at his words, letting him run his hand down her clothed sternum.

"But if that's what you want, I'll respect it. Either way, my tshirt looks amazing on you." He acknowledged rather cockily.

Shifting further back, San took hold of the top of her shorts, making sure to look at her.

"Are you ok with these coming off?"

Y/N resisted the temptation to slap the top of his head.

"If you don't take them off, how are you going to fuck me genius?" She retorted.

"You'd be surprised at what I've learned." He uttered, mostly to himself than at her.

Like an expert, he practically tore her shorts down her legs, panties falling to the floor along with them. Y/N let out a soft squeal when he took hold of her thighs and brought her down so his face was at eye level with her most intimate part. San took a few seconds to admire her bare mound, lips parted and threatening to start drooling all over her thighs. Pressing both thumbs against each one is her lips, San pried her folds open, staring intently as he now clearly saw all of her.

"Oh fuck. I'm gonna need to prep you real good. I can tell you're going to be really tight."

She wanted to ask him what he meant by prep, but her words got caught in her throat when she felt his tongue delve into her core. She had never felt someone's mouth anywhere near her folds and she regretted not having experienced it before. Her eyes shut tight as she marveled at the sensation of San's tongue lapping at her bud, his lips making sure to enclose all around the flesh surrounding it before giving it gentle suckles. Shaky breaths blew out from her mouth, her legs wanting to close themselves around San's head but his firm grip on her thighs kept it from happening. He kept her knees pinned to the bed as his mouth continued to ravish at her taste, sloppily consuming her heat fervently. Her mind was so occupied in what he was doing that she didn't register the hand that slowly crept away from her thigh until she felt something poke at her entrance.

"Oh-" She gasped, opening her eyes to see what was going on.

"Relax princess. It's just my finger.....for now." He momentarily pulled off her heat to let her know what was happening before diving back in to continue his task of eating her out.

His finger inside her felt a little weird at first, sliding in slowly before pulling out only to plunge itself back into her. During one of those times where she expected him to slide back in, she was surprised when she felt herself being stretched out as San curled a second finger inside her. Keeping them lodged there, he began scissoring them alternatively so he could further spread her walls apart. During one of those movements, his fingertips brushed along her hood, making her hips slightly jolt up into San's face, who smiled against her folds as he now knew exactly where to angle his hips for later. Using this new knowledge, that was probably unbeknownst to Y/N, he slipped his fingers deeper into her, knuckles deep as he moved his tips rhythmically on the the spot he found. Y/N's mouth fell wide open into an 'O' as whiny gasps and airy moans poured out of it. San's mouth latched to her clit and his fingers working deep in her hole was producing a stirring in the lower pit of her stomach that she couldn't quite make out. But it felt good, especially since it continued to grow more and more, almost as if it was a cord about to snap.

"San- wait. I feel, I feel-" She couldn't finish her sentence as her body trembled slightly, a flood of overwhelming pleasure washing over her that was prolonged by San drinking up the juices that spilled forth out of her body. He didn't pull away until he made sure to swallow every drop she had to give.

"Aren't you grossed out?" She asked him, always having wondered about that.

"Nope. I love licking girl's pussies, especially if they're as sweet as yours." He affirmed while pulling his shirt off his body.

Y/N turned her flustered face away from him, keeping her gaze locked on the wall to her right, which was decorated with several polaroids of her with her family, friends and members of her church, some of them even had San in them, back when they were inseparable. Before she could become nostalgic, a strong set of hands clutched her chin and teared her gaze away from the pictures, forcing her to stare at the now naked man in front of her.

"Forget about that for now. Right now I want your full attention on me and what we're about to do. After we're done, that image of a good girl you have will gone." His words seemed to almost taunt her.

Although she tried not to look, Y/N's eyes fell in between San's legs, filled with astonishment when she glimpsed for the very first time at her former friend's member, fully erect and leaking at the tip as it awaited to be hugged by her warm walls.

"Like it? Maybe later I'll let you play with it." San giggled when her eyes shot up at him in surprise.

Placing himself to hover above her, he hummed lowly as he slowly stuffed himself inside her, working her open until he was fully nestled inside her warmth. Although she felt a light burn scraping against her inner walls, it wasn't unpleasant or painful like her first time. She could tell San knew exactly what he was doing as he began rolling his hips. Perfectly recalling exactly where to aim at, he made sure to angle his thrusts accordingly so each time he pushed back in, he'd hit her pleasure spot.

"Oh God-" Y/N exclaimed when he continued to brushed against the hood of her core.

"Really think it's a good idea to call out the good lord's name when I'm balls deep inside your pussy?" He asked with a malicious smirk plastered across his face.

"No baby. Tonight your only lord is me."

Pinning her wrists above her head, San continued pushing his cock deeper into her. The harsh pounding of his hips against hers was becoming louder, their bodies starting to get heated and producing sweat. Y/N couldn't do anything but whimper and wrap her legs around San's waist, keeping him firmly locked to her body. She closed her eyes once more as she felt the same familiar feeling from before start piling up, only it felt more intense and stronger probably due to the fact that she was getting railed to her bed by her ex best friend, whom she still cared about deeply. She was definitely not planning on making up with him this way, but holy hell, she couldn't deny that he was making her feel so many emotions at once. Pleasure, lust, satisfaction, happiness, euphoria, love? Perhaps that last one was definitely a stretch, but she blamed her confused thoughts on how well his cock was abusing her hole. She felt unable to focus on anything except him.

"Clenching so hard around me babygirl. Are you gonna cum all over my cock?"

Slipping one hand in between their bodies, San pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing it back and forth so it would serve as an extra push to tip her over the edge. Y/N splayed her hands on San's lower back, nails raking against his skin, causing him to hiss.

"Fuck- am I seriously making you feel that good babygirl?" He knew for a fact he was feeling absolutely amazing, her tight warmth gripping along his shaft, making it hard for him to hold back much longer.

"Mmm yeah." She shamelessly moaned.

"Am I better than your first?" Although he already knew the answer, he still wanted to feed his ego and hear her say it.

"So much better! It feels so fucking good." She inhaled sharply when that she began to feel the sensation from before. With even louder cries from before, her body shook underneath San's, blood rushing to her head as an even greater orgasm coursed through her body. She was left speechless, a full on panting mess even after San had pulled out of her after helping her ride out her high.

"Oh geez. Shit." San's voice rasped out as he jerked himself off, his cum painting her thighs white, not stopping until he had finished coating them with everything he had to give.

Looking down at the mess, Y/N couldn't suppress a tiny giggle, one of her hands clasping over her mouth while the other picked up some of his cum and spread it between her fingers.

"Having fun there?" San grinned, finding her fascinated gaze to be completely adorable to him.

"Yeah.." She said as sat up to get a better look at the cum around her thighs.

"Well I was going to clean it off you, but seeing as you're so entertained by it, I'll just leave you with it."

Not forgetting that he was merely a guest, San slid himself off her bed and plopped his tired body onto the blankets on the floor. Closing his eyes, he was thinking he would finally be able to sleep, but he found his plans thwarted when he felt a pair of hands graze across his chest. Looking up, he found Y/N straddling his lap, biting down on her lower lip as she grinded her wet folds along his softened dick which was now becoming hard again thanks to her.

"What in the world are you doing you crazy girl?" He sucked in a breath, not expecting her to suddenly pounce on him.

"I wanna try that again." She pleaded, grinding her hips harder on him.

"Oh my- did I accidentally turn you into a nymphomaniac?" She chuckled at his joke and although he groaned as if he was frustrated, he obliged to her wishes and sat up.

Clasping her waist with his hands, he lifted her up and guided her so she could easily sink herself down on his length. Not letting go, he slowly rolled his hips up, burying himself deep in her body once more. Since they were both still riled up from their previous session, it didn't take long for both of them to start spewing out a clutter of moans and grunts as they once again get lost in a mist of lust that clouded their minds. San drunk up every expression on Y/N's face. Every twitch of her facial muscles, every shuddering breath she exhaled, each time her eyelids shut close, he marveled at seeing her enjoy the experience. He loved seeing her indulge in such an intimate practice with him, more so given how special she was to him, one of the most important people in his life aside from his family. Looking down at her torso, his fingers brushed along the hem of her shirt.

"Please...." His urging caught her attention.

"Please let me see all of you. I want to admire every inch of you and your beautiful body. I promise I won't laugh or judge. I just want to worship you."

Y/N hesitated briefly, still afraid to let him see what was hidden under the shirt.

"It's ok if you don't want to. I won't force you." He shot a kind smile at her as he focused back on making sure to drive his cock up into her.

Feeling safe and knowing she could trust her lifelong friend whom she thought of as a soulmate at one point, Y/N reached for the bottom of her shirt and peeled it off her body. Coming face to face with her bare chest, San groaned in ecstasy as he slid his hands up her body.

"Just as I predicted, you have very cute breasts."

Pulling her chest to his face, he opened his mouth and took one of her nipples in it, swirling his tongue around it before sucking on it. Y/N's fingers raked themselves through his hair, harshly tugging them when she felt his teeth sink themselves into her flesh.

"Aren't they too small?" She inquired.

Letting go of her breast with an audible pop, San cupped her chin.

"No baby, they're absolutely perfect. They're gorgeous, just like every other part of your body. You're gorgeous, absolutely stunning and holy fuck, you're driving me insane honestly." He confessed, his mouth diving into her other breast so it wouldn't feel left out from being tenderly kissed and sucked on.

His words sunk deep in Y/N's heart. He really did found her beautiful, attractive and it spurred something in her. Feeling a newfound passion, Y/N unconsciously began taking over their movements. Pushing against his thrusts, she began to set her own pace, rutting herself on top of his dick. San of course took notice and was happy about it.

"Oh wanna take over now baby? Well go ahead."

Laying back down on the floor, his eyes stared up at her with lust.

"Fuck yourself on me darling."

Encouraged by him, Y/N began bouncing herself on his cock. Finding an angle that she liked, she sunk down on his length over and over, her head thrown back as she used his body to push her down another spiral of immense pleasure. San just relaxed and admired the way she lost herself and gave into her deepest desires. He loved the way she rode his cock, and he loved feeling her walls tighten once more around his shaft.

"Oh shit- Sannie." She cried out his name as she quivered on top of him, her juices spilling out onto his cock once more.

Knowing fully well she was probably aching between her thighs, San gripped her hips and helped her ride out her climax so the feeling she was going through wouldn't go away just yet. He made sure to be gentle, easing her up and down his cock with absolute tenderness. Once he knew she was satisfied, he pulled her of him and set her down on the floor before sitting up above her body. Just like before, he took hold of his cock and began pumping his cum out of his body, plastering it all across her inner thighs and even splattering some on her stomach. Looking up, Y/N had the same giggly expression as before.

"Does my cum really make you burst into a fit of giggles?" He questioned her.

"I can't help it. It's just... I don't know. Maybe it's the fact it's so dirty and wrong, and then to have you spread it all over my body." She explained, which made San chuckle.

"Maybe I should baptize your thighs with my cum more often." Although he was joking, Y/N was more than willing to take him up on that offer.

"Will you?" She looked up at him with puppy eyes.

San studied her for a moment, before a wicked idea popped in his brain.

"How about you let me baptize and stain that pretty face of yours?"

Getting a hint of what he meant, Y/N got up on her knees while San stood up right in front of her, cock in hand as he brought it up to her lips.

"I hope you weren't planning on going to morning services tomorrow because I'm going to keep you up til morning until your knees hurt."

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incomplete list of things i would enjoy being updated in rafe’s WoT

1. Get rid of all the spanking, which rode a very uncomfortable line of not being clear if it was punishment or kink and it all kinda felt poorly defined and honestly screwed up what I think RJ was trying to say about the various relationships and dynamics in the book. And there was just way too much of it in any case. So far, I don’t think we have any mention of corporal punishment in the show, so I will take that as A Good Sign.

2. Trim out the random pairings thrown in later on -- Thom/Moiraine, Siuan/Gareth, Morgase and her guard (Tallanvor, I think?) are the ones that most immediately spring to mind. Not enough build-up. Weird tropes involved. Just chuck ‘em out, I say. I feel like they’re already going to do this one; after giving such intense scenes out to Moiraine and Siuan, it’s hard to envision them deciding to go with another pairing for either of those characters.

3. Berelain vs Faile. Like, if you’re going to change Perrin’s story like you did in episode one, I feel like it should at least give us a free ‘get rid of Berelain’s Faile storyline’ card. Berelain as a character I don’t mind, but I dislike almost every storyline she gets, lol. (also, I think Faile is probably going to come across more sympathetically on-screen than in the book, since we won’t be viewing her through Perrin’s Smell-O-Vision and getting an instant update every time she has a flash of jealousy). Also, it would not be a bad thing for Perrin and Faile’s romance to take longer before they end up together. Perrin has several books where he has literally nothing to do; stretching his story out is a good thing.

4. Tylin and Mat. Either give Mat a different reason to stick around the city or make it so blindingly obvious how horrible the situation is that absolutely no one can question it. Because the book dances around it way too much, imo. Related: maybe they can make Tuon and Mat less depressing for me? I love Mat and I just hate how I kinda feel like Tylin’s abuse existed to soften up Mat for Tuon. Or just make Mat/Tuon a purely political/mystical/symbolic marriage and stick Mat into the polycule. Less likely but I would certainly enjoy it. Maybe I’ll write it, once we meet the other players in the polycule.

5. They already seem to have done this so far but: the overprotectiveness of the Two Rivers’ men towards women could do with massive amounts of toning down. It doesn’t make any cultural sense! Toss it away, please! You can still give Rand issues re: the Maidens if you feel like you need to, just base it on the family/culture connection instead.

6. I’m torn on how I’d prefer Elayne’s brothers be handled. It is hilarious to me that both Rand and Egwene get involved romantically with the same family? Though Egwene really gets a raw deal in comparison to Rand, since Elayne got all the competence in the family (though Gawyn does have an equal share of the impulsive recklessness, I guess!). Do we need both brothers? They do serve very different roles later on, so maybe. It probably depends on whether or not they plan on doing Morgase’s storyline.

7. I re-read some bits of Lord of Chaos to refresh my memory of Alanna and That Thing She Does, and then Dumai’s Wells, and I’d forgotten that Elayne straight-up sends Min to Rand while Elayne has the full knowledge of what Min’s visions about them mean, which just reminded me of how incredibly easy it would be to make the relationship a true balanced polyam quad (which is what it basically was in my head anyway), anyway I’m saying Elayne should kiss Min before Rand does. That’s what this point is.

8. Fascinated by what Lan being a bit softer in the show means for Rand adopting his hardness. I’m very curious about the potential knock-on effect of that. I wonder if they’ll keep Rand softer in the show until we get to Dumai’s Wells to show a greater contrast after his abuse at the hands of the Aes Sedai? Will they give him another reason to harden himself off? Will Lan give that advice anyway? Maybe Rand will take after Moiraine more instead, with her web of secrets, since they did show him softening towards her in episode six after she heals Mat. I’m just very very interested in how Rand’s character changes will be handled -- though he’s been relatively in the background (compared to being the main PoV in the first book), his characterization has been rock-solid to who he is, so I’m just very intrigued as to where they plan on going from here.

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Momento Bakugo x Reader: Ch. 1

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Summary: So I was always told to look on the bright side. The bright side is that I’m finally meeting the Number One and Two pro-heroes Deku and Dynamight. The downside is that I was publicly dragged out of my job for a string of robberies that I did not commit and am being detained for questioning.

Length: 1.5k

Warnings: Oral Sex, Food Kink, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Mirror Sex, Quirk Kink (My Hero Academia), Shameless Smut, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Rough Sex, Emotional Constipation, Chocolate Syrup, Fluff, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Emotional Manipulation, Temperature Play, Hate Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Attempted Sexual Assault, Blood and Injury, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Panty Kink, Semi-Public Sex, Creampie, Bondage, Body Worship, Light Dom/sub, Daddy Kink, Pegging, Public Masturbation, Office Sex, Wank and Tell, Polyamory, So like at the very very end there’s KatsukixReaderxKirishima, But it happens so last minute I don’t feel justified tagging it as one of the main relationships, Constructive Criticism Welcome

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A/N: Hey Y'all it's my first fic in a long long time and it's fantastic to be back. I've made sure to not describe the body type or any light complexion specific reactions such as blushes.

So I was always told to look on the bright side. The bright side is that I'm finally meeting the Number One and Two pro-heroes Deku and Dynamight. The downside is that I was publicly dragged out of my job for a string of robberies that I did not commit and am now in the agency for questioning. Apparently, I had accomplices and apparently if I give up their names, I get an easier sentence. Again, the problem is....I didn't commit the crime.

"Look, you've basically stolen a whole armory from these weapons shops." The officer snapped. "Just tell us what you were planning and we can negotiate from there."

"I genuinely don't know any other way to tell you I didn't do it." I sighed.

"We've had several witnesses point you out." Dynamight barked.

I groaned, throwing my head back while sinking in my seat. I've heard this a million times at this point.

"Look, you don't seem like a bad person, we can even protect you. You just have to tell us what's going on." Deku reasoned with me. Classic good cop, bad cop, worse cop.

"What's "going on" is that I was publicly dragged from my job and am being questioned by bozos who clearly don't know how to do their job because I DIDN'T DO IT." I growled at the three of them.

"The witnesses-" The officer started.

"I genuinely don't give a damn about the witnesses. Do you have photo evidence?" I asked.

"No but-" He replied.

"Do you have video evidence?" I asked.

"No-" He stammered.

"Fingerprints, hair, blood, weapons, anything?" I asked, leaning back in my chair my eyes narrowed.

"No." The officer sighed.

"And yet you magically have all these witnesses in this day and age full of CCTV cameras with absolutely no way of pinning me except for word of mouth?" I pressed. "You tell me how much this smells like bullshit because I feel like I'm drowning in it."

Deku looked at Dynamight.

"Let's talk outside."

Dynamight POV

Deku and I waited for the officer to cross the threshold before closing the door.

Deku sighed. "She has a point. We really can't keep her here on flimsy evidence."

"So all those people magically gave the same description-" I growled.

"I'm not saying they're wrong Kacchan, but this isn't enough evidence either. It's clear she's not gonna talk without it." Deku said.

"Then what should we do? There were way too many weapons stolen to just be a simple robbery. We can't take that lightly." The officer said.

"We can tail her. Distract her with something and then have someone investigate more subtly." Deku suggested, his hand on his chin. "Regardless, we can't do anything with what we've got. Let's let her go."

The officer slumped his shoulders, not looking forward to talking to the snappy suspect.

Y/N POV

He walked in and sat down in front of me. Based on his determination to not meet my eyes and defeated posture, I already knew the words about to come out of his mouth. And I was ready.

"Miss L/N you're free to go."

I gave the officer a saccharine sweet smile. Rage boiling beneath the surface

"Can you bring the pro-heroes back in here please?"

The officer glanced at both of the heroes. They both walked in. Deku shuffled in apologetically, while Dynamight was haughty, arms crossed and all. I stared at the both of them for a moment, my sickly sweet smile still present.

"Y'all are gonna go back to my job and clear my name before you do anything else today." I stated with a calm, deadly voice.

"Sure-" Deku began.

"Like hell I am." Dynamight interrupted. "We have shit to do."

I dropped my smile and stood up, stepping towards him. I expected this response, more or less, from someone. I'm almost glad it was him. He's taller than me and not backing down. Glaring at his steel toed boots and black pants, my eyes trail up his figure to the orange crossed black t-shirt wrapping around his defined chest. Strong arms pulled at the fabric as blatant as the defiance in his eyes. While he stayed cocky, I could see the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. I also didn't miss his quick up-down either. He was undeniably handsome and I couldn't wait to make him squirm.

"Y'know, this is the first time I've seen a hero so proud of not taking responsibility. Does your agency know you're a coward or did they make you one Number Two hero?"

"Hah?" He growled in a low voice, stepping closer to me.

"Kacchan." Deku warned.

"I'm just saying if you're gonna falsely incriminate me with little to no evidence in front of my PLACE OF WORK, you should take responsibility, yea? It's called accountability." I said, a little smirk tilting my lips.

I could see the veins popping out in his forehead and the heat coming off in waves from his body. He was pissed but I was right. Scoffing, he stalked out of the interrogation room. Deku looked at me and did a little apologetic bow.

"I promise we'll clear everything up." Deku promised.

"Thanks Deku. At least SOMEONE is a proper hero!" I called after Dynamight, causing Deku to flinch.

I heard angry muttering in response and I smiled to myself, my irritation slightly satisfied. We walked out of the precinct and hopped into Deku's car, driving back to my job at the bakery. Normally, I'd feel a little more self-conscious about the totally conspicuous, super-sleek vehicle I'm riding in. And normally, I'd be kinda jazzed or nervous about being escorted by two of the top ranked heroes to my job but I was busy wondering about other things. Like how many times I'm gonna have to explain to the customers that I was falsely accused or worse if I even had a job anymore.

"Y/N!" My boss exclaimed. Then her eyes flicked to the two men flanking me " And Deku and Dynamight....."

Deku flashed a winning smile and my boss blushed a little bit. I took a quick look at him. He's textbook handsome for sure. He's tall, muscular, scar-ridden and has that boy-next-door charm. I sighed in relief. I'm so glad he's nice. I'm even happier that he's clearly my boss' type.

"I'm so sorry for the commotion this morning. As embarrassing as it is, we got the wrong girl. I hope you can forgive us." Deku said.

"Oh! I had a feeling. Y/N isn't the kind of person to cause trouble." She flashed a trusting smile at me and my heart warmed up.

"We'll also be coming by more often to try to increase business, to make up for our mistake." Deku continued.

The warm feeling froze over.

"Oh no you don't have to do that!" My boss laughed.

"Seriously, you don't." I said with barely veiled disdain.

Dynamight went from an angry stony face to an expression with a wild gleam in his eyes. Dynamight's lips curled up into a smirk.

"Oh, I'd hate to not take proper accountability for my actions." He said with a shit eating grin. He leaned in and whispered, "That wouldn't be very fitting of a hero now would it."

Dynamight leaned back, giving my boss a now completely new facial expression that showed remorse he clearly didn't feel. I narrowed my eyes at him

I hate this guy.

"Aren't you guys busy? We'd hate to impose." I pointed out.

"It's no trouble really." Dynamight said in a sweet voice.

My boss looked between Dynamight and I, giving us a small smile.

"Well I can't say no to the brand new beloved pro-heroes! Thanks in advance for your business! And tell your friends!"

"Thank you, we will!" Deku smiled and waved as he left.

Dynamight leaned in a bit as he left. "See you soon sweetheart." He snickered.

I rolled my eyes and headed to the back to put on my uniform.

I REALLY hate that guy...

"So jailbird! What did they accuse you of?" My boss asked with a teasing lilt.

"Apparently, there's been a string of robberies and according to the police, every witness had my description."

"Seriously?" Yoko, my coworker exclaimed. "That's kinda crazy!"

"I think so too! I get why they came after me but they wouldn't even listen until I basically grilled them for evidence beyond the witnesses."

"So bizarre..." Yoko trailed off, then she popped up. "Oh! Auntie! We're almost out of flour, we need to order more."

"Got it." My boss said, walking towards the back.

To be clear, none of us are related but our boss always wanted that family business vibe. So she requested we call her Auntie. I thought it was weird at first, but it kinda grew on me. Now saying Hana or Mrs. Fujiwara, sounds way too formal. I inhaled the sweet smells of the bakery and felt my stressful morning melt away. Customers filtered in and out and a few made jokes about the resident jailbird (me) but luckily it doesn't seem like our business was too affected.

Unknown POV

I watched Y/N handle customers and give that smile I could never quite force out of her. Her easy banter, gaining laughs and winning the hearts of those around her. I watched Deku and Dynamight lingering by the shop before ultimately moving on with their patrol. Suspicion clear in their gazes before they turned their heads beyond my sight. I leaned in a smile on my lips as I finally found my precious little property. All the pieces are in place.

"Time to start Phase 1."

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innocence - 38

  PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: angst, smut (18+), oral (male receiving), handjob, slight innocence kink 

A/N: not me still not fully recovered from the “you wanna see what i can do with leverage” moment. oof, still gets me heated up. anyway, this smut was mostly inspired by my pinterest board showing me this and this which i feel would be something y/n would wear for bucky. enjoy xx 

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She didn’t know she was running, but she was. She ran off that room before he could catch up to her but through the middle of her thoughts she could hear him yell out for her and run after her. Maybe it was an adrenaline rush, the thought of getting severely hurt or any other thing but she had managed to outrun him, running into the main corridor where everyone was awaiting for the judge to announce the results. As Mr. Hawthorn screaming her name registered in her brain, she rushed to Bucky, taking him by surprise. Out of instinct he wrapped his arms around her, looking down to see her hiding her face in his chest. 

As Bucky started to wonder why she had suddenly appeared and even why she had left in the first place, Mr. Hawthorne made his way down the hall yelling out her name made it all the much clearer. Bucky held her slightly behind his back, hand tightly holding hers as the man made his way to them. Bucky held out his metal arm in front of him, stopping Hawthorne from getting any closer to her. 

     - Give me that phone, Y/N. Now. - he wasn’t yelling, his tone was constant as he starred both Bucky and Y/N down. She moved her phone behind her back, typing while maintaining eye contact with the agency director. - I said ...

      - Back off, man. - Bucky tried to remain calm, he knew having a major fight or even yelling at the man in front of him wouldn’t put him in a good spot. However, he’d be caught dead if he allowed that man to even dare to touch his wife.

      - C’mon, Y/N. You wanna play with leverage? At least step away from your guard dog and confront me or are you already too comfortable with being a housewife? 

      - You wanna see what I can do with leverage? - Bucky pushed him slightly backwards but Y/N stopped him before he could do anything else, squeezing his hand and handing out the man in front of the two of them her phone. Before Bucky could even complain about getting her phone back, Mr. Hawthorne left the two of them in a fast pace. - What the fuck was that? What did he do? Why did you give him your phone? 

      - Trust me, okay? - she cupped his face, leaning her forehead against his when she wasn’t even sure if what she did was going to work. Her eyes darted slightly across the hall, seeing Chuck with the lawyer but quickly returned to Bucky. - I love you. 

      - What’s wrong, princess?  Hm? What did he do to you?

      - I love you too would’ve been nice, Buck. - she teased.

      - You know I love you too that’s not the point. You’re trying to distract me. Don’t shut me out. 

      - I am not shutting you out, Bucky. Nothing happened, it’s fine ... he’s just ... upset at me. 

      - Why is he upset at you? 

      - I ...

      - Mr. Barnes. - the lawyer approached the two of them, interrupting her just  as she was about to start her sentence. - The judge has called everyone in, let’s go. 

      - Has the jury made a decision? - Y/N’s grip on Bucky’s hand tightened and she was almost frozen on the spot as he started to walk to back to the court room, but she didn’t move. 

      - Hey, it’s just us, princess. Just us. - Bucky smiled at her, kissing the top of her head but she could barely register things.

She couldn’t hear anything as the two of them walked to the court room’s door where they were separated again with Sharon, Steve, Sam and Chuck accompanying her to the bench while Bucky took off with the lawyer. She sat down on the harsh, cold wood, her heart beating fast as she tried to read Chuck’s face yet she couldn’t. The jury and judge arrived, and suddenly everyone was on their feet, waiting for whatever decision the jury had taken; however, the jury looked confused, almost puzzled by the fact they were back into the court room. 

      - It has come to my attention that further evidence as been found. As such, bailiff, take the witness Mr. Hawthorne into custody where he will be charged for the harassment and stalking of Y/N Barnes as well as obscuring justice. In the matter of The People vs James Buchanan Barnes, this case is dismissed. Mr. Barnes, you are free to go. 

A few oh my gods erupted into the court room which went into complete frenzy as the bailiff took Mr. Hawthorne into custody who merely stared her down and shouted out in disbelief. She turned over to Chuck who took his phone off his pocket and played the exact same audio which she had played to Hawthorne just a few minutes ago.

     - I could kiss you. - she hugged her friend, a big smile on her face.

     - Please, don’t. I am still largely afraid of your husband, he would crush me like a soda can. Do you want me to die such a painful death? After I had to somehow understand your typo filled text with the worse recorded audio I have heard. Sincerely, Y/N, Bucky would’ve done a better job and he is what? As old as dinosaurs?

     - You’re the best. - she kissed her friends cheek before going over to Bucky who was being swarmed by both his friends that had come to congratulate him, his lawyer and some reporters.

She smiled at him, standing in the back of the crowd and catching his eye despite everyone surrounding him. Bucky couldn’t care less about those people surrounding him, congratulating him and even some complaining that he once again had avoided paying for his mistakes. All she cared was catching her eye in the middle of the crowd, as if a spotlight shone onto her. 

     - I hope you enjoy being being out of a job for 10 years. - Mrs. Olson said as she passed by to probably be with Hawthorne but Y/N didn’t say anything. 

She knew what was on the line but she would throw it away for Bucky. If it came between Bucky being free or her career, she would always pick the first option. However, it didn’t sting any less.  Yet, this was not about her, not today. Today was Bucky’s day. The day where he got rid of the problem that she had brought upon the two of them and while it was now gone, it still occupied a tiny spot of her mind which screamed at her about her own guilt in this whole situation. The flashes were bright and she kept being pulled to the back as more journalists and reporters tried to get some time with the former Winter Soldier but he avoided them, breaking through the crowd to be with the only person he actually wanted to celebrate this with. 

    - What did you do, princess? - he wrapped his arms around her, turning to exit the court room and leave all this experience behind. - And don’t say it wasn’t you, the lawyer told me it was you.

    - He could be lying. 

    - You could’ve gotten hurt. Why didn’t you tell me? 

    - It was just a guess ... I didn’t want to raise your hopes over a guess. I’m sorry. - she leaned her head against his covered arm. - It’s my fault this whole thing happened and I thought if I fixed it, I’d feel better.

    - It’s not your fault this happened. You could’ve gotten hurt, he could’ve hurt you and then what?

   - He was not going to hurt me. - she scratched her neck. She knew it was a lie, everyone is capable of everything in her business. - I had to do something for you. I am ... I am so tired of being weak. 

    - You’re not weak, what are you talking about?

    - Weren’t you in this trial? They talked about you as if you were some cold blooded murderer and me as if I were the weakest person ever. As if I wasn’t standing in that room and hearing to it. If I could defend myself, if I had put my foot down none of this would’ve happened. 

Bucky’s heart broke as he heard her talk, tears pooling in her eyes as what she had been feeling for the past weeks of meeting, court days and witness speeches seemed to finally explode, breaking free from the pressure she had been putting on it so it didn’t show, so she didn’t feel weak. He had never felt weak before, helpless maybe but never weak. Even as the Winter Soldier he could easily overpower his handlers if he wanted to, he could overpower new recruits and pretty much everyone who he was presented with. He’d never felt weak, he’d never know what it was like to feel weak and he had never even considered she felt weak because he just did not see her as weak. She was soft but not weak, she had strength in her softness, in her kindness. She’d done things he couldn’t see himself doing in his mid twenties. 

     - Hey ... - he flushed her close to him, drawing invisible circles on her back and kissing her temple. - Do you wanna get cheesy chips?

     - I need to go say goodbye ...

     - It’s fine. - he combed her hair away from her face to kiss her forehead. - I don’t want you to get caught up in a mess with photographers. 

     - I’m ridiculous. - she cuddled against his side as he led her out the back of the court where he had parked his car. - I should be comforting you, not the other way around.

     - You’re not ridiculous. This was as bad for me as it was for you. - he opened the car door for her. - Besides, I love comforting you. 

     - Really? Because from what I know, you were the one in danger of being in prison for at least 5 years. The only danger for me was trying to get naked during spousal visits. 

     - Aw, princess. You were willing to get naked in prison, for me?

     - You’re ridiculous, Barnes. 

     - So are you, Mrs. Barnes. - he smirked. - You are not weak and you are not ridiculous. Are we clear? 

     - Don’t use your sergeant voice on me.

Bucky chuckled, putting the key onto the engine and turning it on as the car started to roar up. She leaned her head against his shoulder, mindlessly listening to the song on the radio, probably one of Bucky’s favourites. On that moment, she didn’t care her career was on hold for the next 10 years because he was here and he was free like he deserved. As he pulled in front of the chippy shop nearby his flat, she perked her head up to kiss the corner of his mouth. 

    - Can we do takeaway? I wanna go home. - she cuddled against his shoulder once more. 

    - Sure, princess. Stay in the car and I’ll be right back, yeah?

    - Yeah. 

He left the car, loosening his tie as he entered the shop, leaving Y/N in the car. She rose her hand up, looking at the wedding band on her finger. It had barely registered in her that she was married, she of all people. She knew she wasn’t attention’s sweet centre and she knew she definitely did not deserve a guy like Bucky. God, in her wildest dreams she’d never thought she’d even end up with a man as caring and thoughtful as he is. It was almost surreal she’d even gotten married without having to fight her agency, at least too much. Her lips stretched in a smile as her husband came out of the shop, a toothy, childish grin on his lip as he waved the brown paper bag on his way to the car door.

He drove the two of them back to the flat and once they were inside, her shoes were thrown to one side as well as his tie and jacket and the couple made themselves comfortable on the couch. Y/N sat on Bucky’s lap, takeaway on her lap while he held his on his hand with the other searched for something to watch on TV, eventually landing on The Honeymooners.

    - I need to take you on a honeymoon. 

    - I don’t need a honeymoon. 

    - Bullshit. - he held her close by, hearing her giggle through the small digs onto the plastic container. - Where do you wanna go? C’mon, entertain me. 

    - Hm ... - she looked up, nose slightly scrunched. - Italy. 

    - I was stationed in Italy for a while. Nice place, great food. Where about?

    - There’s this movie called Letters to Juliet, it’s in Verona, and I always thought it looked so romantic. 

    - Okay, princess. Whenever you want, I’ll take you to Verona and we will have a nice month long honeymoon. 

    - Month long? 

    - Yeah. If we go any less, we won’t have time to do any sight seeing. 

    - Why is that?

    - Because I do intend to have sex with you in every part of the hotel we stay in. - he kissed the crook of her neck, taking the takeaway container away from her and placing it on the coffee table. - Maybe even try it in those tiny Italian balconies.

    - You just escaped five years of prison and you’re thinking of vouyerism already?

    - You shouldn’t look so pretty, then. - he hooked his finger under her chin and turned her face towards him, giving her a long drawn out kiss. His hand climbed up from her thigh up to her dress, pushing the sleeve down to expose her shoulder. His stubble rubbed against her soft kiss as he laid a kiss on the subtle skin of her shoulder.

   - Mhm, Buck ... - her hand pushed his shoulder back and he immediately pouted. - I have to shower. I smell like the dusty, mouldy court room and I’d like that smell off me. 

    - Mind if I join? - he pulled the sleeve off her other shoulder but she held her dress against her chest before it could fall down. - I can give you a massage.

   - If I allow you with me in the shower, there will be no showering. - she got off his lap, pushing her dress up. - I’ll be back. Try to keep the pouting to the minimum until I’m back. 

   - Just so you know, you’ll need another shower after you’re back. 

Y/N rolled her eyes, before padding into the bathroom, leaving Bucky on his own in the living room shuffling through various channels. The shower on the background was running until it was running for too long, Bucky turned his head around, looking at the door that led to the bathroom.

    - Princess, everything ok? - he prepared to get up and check on her but was. interrupted by her opening the door.

She stood against the door wedge with her typical shyness which made her so endearing to anyone who met her, yet, this time, it was something other than endearment that Bucky was feeling when looking at her. She was dressed in a white corset and knickers with a small floral print and small pink ruffles at the edge of her underwear. The corset was also adorned with a blue ribbon and small blue bow, everything covered in with one of her many short satin robes that she normally used over her pyjamas or over one of Bucky’s shirt which always looked like a dress on her. 

    - Were you wearing that ... - he cleared his throat, trying not to stare at her perky chest. - Were you wearing that today? 

    - No, I bought this one in case you won. - she closed the door of the bathroom behind her, padding barefoot over to the couch, standing in front of him, her robe slightly slipping of her shoulder. - Do you like it? 

    - Fucking hell, princess. - he leaned forward, hands wrapping around her waist to pull her close to him. 

    - It looks silly, doesn’t it? I don’t know, I just thought I’d wear something nice and do so ... - Bucky interrupted her rambling by kissing her, his hands pushing the robe fully off her and throwing it somewhere in the living room. His hands massaged her thighs and upper body until they were cupping her face, kissing her as if he hadn’t seen in her in ages. 

Her hands rest upon his shoulder, lips melded against his in a long, drawn out kiss. She whined as Bucky moved his lips from hers to her jaw and slightly under it, sucking the subtle and sensitive skin he found there. She allowed herself to get lost in the feeling of his slight stubble against her sensitive skin, drawing kisses and leaving hickeys with slightly rough lips. His hands scouted her corset for the square brackets, loosening the garment and pulling it over her head before leaning to kiss her again. She smiled against the kiss, breaking it to look at him which greatly annoyed Bucky, who tried to kiss her again. 

    - No... - she pushed him back against the couch as he tried to kiss her collarbones. Her hands toyed with the fabric of his shirt, fingers trailing up and down his chest. - Let me do something for you.

    - Princess ... - she ignored his pleas and attempts to pull her in and distribute more kisses all over her body.

Instead she climbed off his lap, standing on her knees in front of him, eyes looking up to him with a devious like innocence which was intoxicating to him. Her hands ran up his thighs, nails racking over the fabric of his trousers until they reached his belt. She bite her lip, unbuckling the accessory and tossing it aside before pushing his trousers down along with his underwear. She gripped his cock in her hand, her finger swiping the pre-cum off his tip before he started to move her hand slowly up and down.

    - Oh fuck ... - Bucky groaned, throwing his head back with his eyes shut. She smirked at this reaction, continuing to move her hand up and down in a painfully slow motion. 

Bucky groaned and moaned, head pressed against the headrest of the couch, eyes closed and lips opened. Her confidence grew at the sight of her completely blissed out husband and she stopped her motions. Before Bucky could whine about it, she kitten licked his tip before licking a broad stripe up his cock eliciting a low grumble from him. He looked down at his wife through half closed eyes, locking eye contact with her. Y/N gave him an innocent smile with innocent eyes before taking him in her mouth. Bucky breathed out, high gasp as his hand gripped onto the couch cushions. He moved his hips forward unconsciously, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She breathe through her nose as she bobbed her head up and down his cock slowly, cheeks hollowed out as she made it upon the spot. 

   - Fuck, princess. Fuck, you’re so good, fucking hell. - Bucky breath harshly as she picked up the pace, her movements almost matching up with his breathing tempo until she started to vigorously suck his tip, getting him almost shaking before returning to take him inside her mouth once more. - Fuck, stop. Stop. 

  - Did I do something wrong? - she pushed her hair behind her ears.

  - Come here. - Bucky helped her up and on top of his lap, pushing her underwear down her legs before he did so. She held herself up by holding onto his shoulders, staying slightly taller than him as he holstered her up. 

She looked down as he looked up, his eyes gazing onto hers as he lowered her down onto his hard cock, silencing her whimpers with a consuming kiss. Her skin seemed to flush hot and cold at the same time as he filled her to a halt. Bucky let her accommodate to his size, kissing down from her lips to her collarbones.

    - Fuck, you’re pretty. - he panted, moving to kiss her neck while his hands held her still. - So fucking pretty, princess.

    - Bucky, please ... move. - she hide her head in the space between his shoulder and neck, a hot flush settling in her cheeks. 

    - I’m not gonna ... fuck ... I’m not gonna move if you hide, princess. - he spoke through moans, voice strained due to the grip of her walls around him, pulsating. - Look at me, look at me when I’m fucking you. Let me see your pretty face. 

Y/N whined, moving to look at him as he flushed her chest against his. She probably looked a mess yet had no time to worry about that once he started to push her hips up and down on him, eventually leading her into riding him. Her hand slide from his shoulder to his chest as she bounced on top of him, the sound of skin slapping against each other along with the moans and groans of both of them as they chased their high. She felt her own walls pulsating with each thrust, her lower belly coiling up as she continued to move up and down his cock as if she were going to die if she stopped. She gasped and whined, continuing with her movements as the coil continued to tighten up and her movements sped up. 

   - That’s it, princess. Such a good girl. - he moaned against her ear, silencing some of her moans with messy, wet kisses. - You wanna cum on my cock, hm? I know you want to.

   - Buck ... - her gasp was high as her walls spasmed and her body tensed. The grip on his dick led him over the edge just a few seconds later and he pulled her completely flush against him, feeling him cum fill her up and leak onto both hers and his thighs. She hide her head on the crook of his neck, mewling while she regained her breathe. 

Bucky chuckled through his breathlessness before slipping out of her which caused her to let out a small whine before he laid her down on the couch, arms wrapped around her. 

   - Make that a 3 month long honeymoon. - he cuddled her against his chest. 

   - How much of that will be sex? - she looked up, completely blissed out.

   - You’ll get a week of sightseeing if you keep pulling this on me.  

   - Right. - she rolled her eyes. - I forget that you are old and cannot take this much excitement. 

   - Are you teasing me, Mrs. Barnes?

   - Maybe. - there it was, the little playful smirk he loved so much. 

   - Oh, princess ... - he lifted her up as he got up from the couch, walking towards their bedroom. - You’re gonna regret that. 

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[wayward-dreamer]

A Man of Action

Square/s Filled: Intercrural Sex (Kink Bingo), Director!Jensen (AU Bingo)

AO3 Link: Read Here

Pairing: Director!Jensen x Female!Actor!Reader

Word count: 6,516

Rating: Explicit - 18+!

Summary: While directing his episode of Supernatural, Jensen and Y/N, the female guest star of the week, can’t hide their attraction for each other any longer. A little fun in his trailer is nearly over before it starts, but they find ways to keep each other satisfied.

Created for @spnkinkbingo​, @spnaubingo​

Warnings: Swearing, Dirty talk, Smut: Oral Sex (Male and Female receiving), Intercrural sex, ‘Sir’ kink, Implied protected sex in the future.

A/N: My first Jensen one-shot! *cue nervous laughter*... A HUGE thank you to my sister from another mister, my twin @downanddirtydean​ for being beta on this one! I love her to bits and she really helped me get over my lack of confidence in this one-shot. I hope you guys like it! Happy reading and enjoy! :)

Dividers by @talesmaniac89​

Y/N lightly bopped her head along to the slow melody playing from her earphones, as she flicked the page of the book she was reading. Crossing one leg over the other, she steadied the folding tall chair she was sitting on. Glancing up from her book, she smiled as she looked around at the set, waiting for the signal that they were ready to resume.

Y/N watched the crew, hard at work as they fixed lighting, checked the sound and redressed parts of the bunker. Her eyes scanned over the many people who worked tirelessly to make this show, feeling grateful to be even a small part of it herself.

This was her second time on the Supernatural set. She had guest starred in an episode last season, with Kim Rhodes who played Sheriff Jody Mills. Kim had quickly become a great friend, showing the ropes of the set, as did everyone else. She laughed as she remembered messing up her first scene with the stars of the show, Jared and Jensen, and how they quickly reassured her that she didn’t do anything for them to be mad at. They loved to have a laugh as much as the next person and were more often than not the ones who did most of the messing up of takes on purpose.

The first time was quite civil, but considering this was her second episode, Y/N was no longer off limits from the guys’ antics. Jared in particular was a giant goofball, doing everything perfectly on his coverage, and then purposely being bad on hers. Jensen was a little subdued this time around, as he was the director for this episode, but that didn’t mean they hadn’t had any fun.

There was an attraction between them. She felt it from the moment she laid eyes on him when she walked onto the set the year before. He was incredibly kind and absolutely hilarious, and not to mention insanely good-looking. They had talked and laughed about so many things in those 8 days, and she felt herself beginning to feel things for him she probably shouldn’t have. This time around, he may have been directing, but they still talked a lot. He showed her different parts of the stages during lunch breaks, walked her to lunch every day for the last 7 days, and made her feel so welcomed.

Y/N sensed that maybe the attraction wasn’t one sided as she often caught him looking at her, but she couldn’t be too sure and didn’t want to make a fool of herself in case she was wrong in her assumptions.

Y/N smiled as Frida, one of Supernatural’s assistant make-up artists, approached her. Her make-up bag, as well Jensen and Jared’s, were all hanging off of her as she returned a genuine smile to Y/N. She took out her earphones and closed her book, shifting in her chair to face Frida properly.

“Touch up time, already?” she asked, pushing her hair back slightly.

“Yep, we’ll be good to go in about 5,” Frida replied, taking out a brush and running it lightly through some powder. She applied it to Y/N’s face and then worked a little on the touching up the eye make-up. “Looking forward to it?” she added with a laugh.

Y/N cringed, lightly shaking her head. “Dear god, give me strength to get through it.”

“Get through what?” she heard a familiar voice ask.

Y/N’s eyes flicked up to look at Jared as she sat down in his chair, next to her. “To get through your unrelenting need to ruin my coverage.”

Jared laughed, clapping his hands. “It’s just too easy.”

“I know how Misha feels now,” Y/N laughed, closing her eyes as Frida worked on her eyelids.

Frida laughed along with her, nodding. “And Alex too.”

Trish, the head make-up artist, came up behind Frida and took Jared’s bag, getting him ready for the next scene.

“Pretty sure he’s still scarred from that time everyone was out to get him to crack, even Misha,” Trish added, chuckling.

“We’re up and running in 2!” they heard one of the assistant directors call out.

Frida finished up with Y/N as Trish finished touching up Jared’s make-up, allowing Y/N to get up and walk over to the war room set. She walked past crew members and smiled at them, a quick ‘hey’ to each of them as she did. She loved this set more than any other she had worked on. It was only her second time here, but it felt like home, with everyone always welcoming her back with open arms. She didn’t think she would be back a second time, but she was incredibly glad that she was. She loved her character, Lyla, so much and she was over the moon to explore her again.

Y/N felt the butterflies in her stomach erupt as she spied Jensen, in a deep conversation with Bob Singer as they looked over some of the dailies on the screens in front of them. He looked amazing, dressed as Dean in his black t-shirt and blue jeans, the white and black flannel draped over a chair close by. He was frowning but nodding along as Bob explained something to him, his scowl making him look even hotter if that was possible.

Suddenly, Jensen turned and walked towards her, his frown immediately morphing into a genuine smile as he approached her. She felt her heartbeat pick up, but she tried to calm herself down as she turned to face him.

“Okay, so we’re getting your coverage first, then Jared’s. I know he’s meant to go first, but making him wait tends to make him cooperate,” Jensen informed her, laughing lightly.

“Going easy on me, huh?” she joked, smiling up at him.

“A little, but you’ve handled it pretty well so far,” Jensen said, folding his arms across his chest. That gesture had killed her every time he did in the last several days, and this time was no different.

“Meh,” she shrugged, laughing. “I can throw it back at him if and when I need to.”

Jensen gave her nod, smiling with an approving look. “I won’t even try to stop you.”

She laughed as she shook her head, Jensen’s relaxed laughter joining hers.

She cleared her throat as she calmed herself, looking up at him. “Do I look okay, Mr. Director, sir?”

Jensen looked into her eyes, finding himself getting lost in Y/N’s beautiful features. He certainly wasn’t good at hiding his feelings for her, not the first time he met her and definitely not now. She was stunning, but she was also open and generous, kind and a total badass. He really wanted to ask her out and see where things went between them, but considering they were in their last day of filming, and she was more than likely leaving the next day, he knew he had missed his chance.

“You look great,” he told her, honestly and hoping she’d see how he meant it as more than just a director approving of her look for the episode.

Things moved pretty quickly from there, as Jensen left to sit behind the screens at video village, the cameras turned on and framed Y/N in the shot with the rest of the war room behind her, Jared stood to the side making sure to hit the mark and be in her right eye line. Everyone buzzed around them before José came in with the tail slate and called the take.

“Action!” they heard Jensen call out.

Y/N instantly fell into character, looking at Jared as ‘Sam’ and smiling. “How does Dean feel about this?”

Jared didn’t move considering the camera wasn’t on him, but he delivered the next line. “It took him a while to get used to the idea of Jack, but he got there eventually.”

Y/N nodded, staying in character. “You know what you’re doing, teaching Jack the ropes of this life… that’s amazing.”

Jared scoffed. “It didn’t exactly work though.”

“He’ll come back, Sam. He will. He just has to figure out what’s going on with his powers and he’ll come back to the bunker.” She finished the line but frowned, thinking it over. “Wait, sorry. Is it “come back to the bunker” or something else?”

One of the crew members quickly looked over the sides, and then shook their head. “It’s ‘come back home.’”

“Fuck, okay,” she groaned, annoyed with herself. “Sorry.”

“You’re fine, Y/N. Just take it from the same line,” Jensen reassured her, and she took in the patience in his voice. He was so damn good at this and she felt incredibly safe with him as a director and as an actor. She recalled how many times someone was awful to her just for messing up slightly, and how crappy she felt afterwards. She had never felt that on the Supernatural set, and she was so thankful for that.

“Let’s keep rolling,” Jensen informed everyone. “Y/N, when you’re ready.”

She nodded. Waiting a few seconds, she then continued. “He’ll come back, Sam. He will. He just has to figure out what’s going on with his powers and he’ll come back home.”

“It’s ‘to the bunker’,” Jared said, trying to be serious as he tried to mess her up.

“You’re an ass,” she laughed, shaking her head.

Jared laughed that mad laugh she had actually come to love very quickly, and she joined in. They descended into a fit of giggles, knowing full well it wasn’t that funny, but it somehow got to them anyway.

Jensen watched the screen in front of him, his eyes never leaving Y/N. Her laugh was infectious, and she looked even more beautiful when she did, making his heartbeat wildly in his chest. Knowing he had to break up the laugh fest, regretfully, he stood up from his chair.

“Alright, we’re good on Y/N’s coverage. Let’s move on and then we can break for lunch,” he announced.

The bell sounded as every present crew member hurried around the set, getting set up to shoot Jared’s coverage.

Y/N looked up and saw Jensen glance over at her. He smiled that smile she found herself wanting to see every second of every day, making her feel lightheaded and the butterflies flutter in her stomach again. He truly was a sight to behold and she only hoped that something more came of her time on Supernatural.

They managed to get through Jared’s coverage pretty quickly, Y/N doing off-camera dialogue for him as he had done for her. The bell sounded again, and Jensen called lunch. Everyone walked towards craft services, chatting about different parts of their lives. Jensen was talking with Bob, but after quickly making some decisions, he moved away and walked up to Y/N.

She looked up at Jensen as she felt him next to her, smiling brightly. They walked side by side through the lot, past all the pick-up trucks, SUVs and large trailers that housed the different departments of production. For the last 7 days, this had been a regular occurrence, him walking her to the lunch tent. On the 8th and final day of filming, it was no exception. She could feel the attraction between them, and a part of her hoped that he might ask her out, but she would even settle for a casual hook-up at that point.

“Ah, fuck,” he muttered, as he suddenly stopped short while looking down at his phone. “My phone’s about to die. Mind if we make a quick detour to my trailer so I can charge it up?”

“Lead the way,” she said, smiling as she gestured for him to go ahead. She followed him to his trailer, stepping in behind him.

As he looked around for a charger, she turned to every angle of the trailer, taking it in. It was big and spacious, with a large flat screen and comfortable couch, a bed at the other end and a nice kitchenette, but that was it. There was nothing outlandish and unnecessary in there.

“Nice to know there’s no aquarium in here,” she laughed, folding her arms.

Jensen scoffed a laugh as he shook his head. “Yeah, they really went overboard with that one.”

Finding a charger, he plugged it in and put his phone on charge. He turned to her, arms out as he brought attention to the trailer.

“So, this is it,” he said, his hands coming down and straight into his pockets. “As glamorous as you pictured, right?”

“Oh, much more than I was expecting,” she said, pretending to be serious. They looked at each other and laughed, as she shook her head. “I like it. It certainly doesn’t scream lead of a TV show slash on and off director.”

“What does it scream then?” he asked, looking down at her as she moved closer to him.

“Just a regular guy underneath all that star power,” she replied, her hand coming up and softly grazing his covered bicep.

She looked at him, her eyes never leaving his. It was clear to both of them that there was something between them. The minute she stepped onto set earlier than week, Jensen knew he was done for.

“Can I ask you something?” he wondered, his tongue darting out and licking at his lips, nervously. That little gesture had nearly sent her to her knees so many times that week, and in that moment, she felt like she would if he did it again.

“Shoot,” she told him.

His hand came up and took hers, his fingers intertwining with her delicate ones. “When can I see you again?”

“I don’t know. I’m leaving at noon tomorrow,” she said, moving closer to him and taking in the smell of his cologne.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispered, his head dropping forward to rest his forehead against hers. “Tell me I’m not fucking insane, and you feel something for me too.”

“You’re not,” she whispered in return, shaking her head against his. “The only thing fucking insane is that we didn’t do anything the minute we met.”

That was the only in Jensen needed. His hands cupped Y/N’s cheeks and pulled her face up, his lips pressing into hers in a rough but sensual kiss. Her hands roamed his chest, fisting his black t-shirt in her hands, trying to bring him in closer. They pulled away for a brief moment, breathing into each other heavily as they tried to catch their breath. They quickly stripped out of the clothes they were wearing, careful not to tug harshly as they were the costumes they’d have to put back on. Cupping her face again, he smirked as he moved them over to the couch.

“On your knees,” he instructed.

She huffed a laugh as she grinned. “Yes, sir.”

He quickly unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down, sitting back on the couch as she moved down to her knees in front of him. She tugged at his boxers and pulled them down, his hard cock springing free. She gasped as she smiled, her hand slowly wrapping around the shaft.

“Put my cock in your mouth, baby,” he demanded, his hand coming up to her hair and wrapping into it, tugging her closer.

She hummed as she moved closer, her tongue licking a stripe up his shaft. “You gonna direct me, sir?”

He groaned as he bit his lip, smirking. “Yeah, and if it’s anything like it is on set, I know you’ll hit your mark.”

She sucked at the tip of his cock, her tongue circling the head before she moved down, taking his length into her mouth. She bobbed her head, her spit coating his cock as she built up a rhythm.

“Fuck,” he growled. “Your mouth’s so fucking perfect, Y/N.”

She looked up at him, taking him deeper into her mouth.

“Hold still, darlin’,” he muttered in his sudden Texas drawl, his hand gathering her hair into his palm, the other cupping her face.

She stilled her movement, as he began thrusting up into her mouth at a fast pace. His cock hit the back of her throat, causing her to moan each time it did.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, looking down at her. “Look so good with my cock between your lips.”

Her saliva covered his cock, the glugging sound loud as he slipped in and out of her mouth. She looked up at him, her eyes glistening from the pressure of his hard cock against the back of her throat. His hand pressed down on her head, making her take his length into her mouth all the way to the base, holding her in place. She moaned to avoid gagging, thankful she didn’t have a gag reflex. He pulled her up, his cock leaving her mouth with a wet pop, a harsh breath leaving her lips as air came back into her lungs.

“Can’t wait to fuck you,” he said, cupping her face in his hands and bringing her lips to hers.

He lifted her up and carried her to the bed, throwing her down on it. She squealed as she bounced on the mattress, a naughty smile on her face as she looked up at him.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” she muttered, as her eyes raked over his body.

“I should be saying that about you,” he smirked, getting onto the bed and holding himself up above her.

He leaned down, kissing her passionately, before trailing down her jaw, neck and down to her breasts. His flicked his tongue over her nipple, his hand coming up to roll the other between his fingers.

“Fuck,” she moaned, as his felt his other hand move down her body.

He smirked as he sucked her nipple, feeling the slick between her legs. He released the nub and looked down at her, his fingers running through her folds and finding her clit. She moaned loudly, forgetting where she was for a moment, as she felt his fingers circle the bundle of nerves.

“Shh, baby,” he whispered, as he looked down into her eyes. “Can’t let the crew hear us.”

“Jensen… fuck me,” she whimpered, as she cupped his face.

Taking one of her hands off her face, he pinned it to the bed above her head. A chill ran down her spine as she looked into his eyes, now dark with arousal.

“Say it properly and I will,” he ordered, his voice gravelly and demanding.

She gulped but smiled tentatively. “Please fuck me, sir.”

“Good,” he said, before he leaned down and kissed her lips, once then twice.

They continued their passionate embrace, Y/N’s arms wrapping around Jensen’s neck as one of her hands combed into his short hair at the nape of his neck. Their lips moved against each other’s roughly and sensually, as they became desperate to feel more of each other. He held his cock and ran it along her folds, her wetness slicking his shaft and a clear sign that she was more than ready for him. However, his movements suddenly stopped as an unfair realization came to him.

“Shit,” he muttered, pulling his lips away from hers. He looked down at her as an annoyed expression graced his face.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, suddenly worried she had done something wrong.

“I just remembered… I don’t have any condoms,” he replied, grimacing as he held himself up above her. “I don’t do this… well, ever. So, I don’t have anything.”

Her frown matched his. “I’m not on the pill right now, either.”

He nodded, trying to smile reassuringly and hide his disappointment. She knew that he was though, because she was too. She was desperate to feel him against her and inside her.

“I guess we better get to lunch, then,” she muttered softly, pushing herself up on her elbows. Her face was close to his, causing her to lean over and kiss his plump lips, softly.

“I just want to feel you,” he whispered against her lips, leaning in.

“Me too,” she said, in an equally hushed tone before his lips claimed hers again.

An idea suddenly came to him and he just hoped that she would be okay with it.

“Trust me?” he asked, softly as he looked into her eyes.

She smiled up at him, nodding slowly. “Yes, sir.”

He smirked as he helped her lie down on the bed again, bringing her legs up to rest her ankles on his shoulders. He shifted back until he was standing, her behind now on the edge of the bed.

Jensen smirked as his eyes darkened, taking hold of his cock and slapping it over her mound a few times. He moved Y/N’s thighs closer together, until they met around his cock. Slowly, he began to thrust, sliding his cock between her thighs in a gentle and sensual pace. She moaned softly, the new sensation of feeling his shaft against the skin of her inner thighs awakening something within her. He groaned, biting his lip at this new found arousal as he continued to move between her legs.

“How do I feel, sweetheart?” he asked, looking down at her.

“So good,” she moaned, looking at him. His ‘sweetheart’ gave her Dean vibes, which was definitely something she was adding to her list of kinks.

He picked up speed, his thrusts between her legs now a moderate pace. He gripped her thighs tight in his hands, which would no doubt leave bruises that she would get to admire later.

“Fuck,” he growled, his jaw clenching as he felt the pressure around his cock. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

“Shit,” she hissed. A small laugh left her mouth as she shook her head. “If this is anything to go by, I can’t wait for you to fuck me.”

He chuckled as he nodded. “Can’t wait to fuck you either, Y/N. Can’t wait to feel you around my cock, taking me so well.”

“Jensen,” she moaned softly. She remembered to keep quiet in case of wandering ears of crew members.

His hand came up and back down on her thigh, smacking her hard enough to make her yelp and get her attention. He looked at her with his darkened eyes, stern and somewhat frightening, which only aroused her more.

“Last time I checked, I’m still your director,” he groaned, grasping her thighs tight. “Touch yourself.”

She moaned as her hands came up to her breasts, her fingers tweaking her nipples as she looked up at him. He grunted as he watched her, one of hands slipping down between her legs. His fingers found her clit, rubbing them in tight circles around the swollen nub.

“Fuck! Jensen,” she moaned, breathlessly. “Make me cum.”

He chuckled as he shook his head, his fingers slowing down to a torturous pace. “Not yet, baby.”

“Please,” she begged, her chest heaving with her shallow breaths.

“You have to ask better than that, Y/N,” he informed her, the smirk still on his face.

“Please,” she whimpered. She moved one of her hands down, trying to touch her clit but he smacked it away, not giving up the control he had in that moment. “Please, sir… please make me cum.”

“Let’s make a deal, baby,” he suggested, an eyebrow raised as he continued to thrust between her thighs. He groaned, knowing he was close to his own release. “Make me cum first between these perfect thighs, and I’ll let you cum… all over my face.”

She moaned loudly, nodding frantically. The idea of his mouth on her where she wanted him most was too much to bear.

Pressing her thighs together firmly, Jensen’s thrusts became quicker and erratic, getting closer to falling over the edge. He growled as the pressure around his hard cock built, feeling it pulse with his impending release.

“Fuck,” he groaned. His hips faltered as he gripped tightly at the flesh of her thighs. He threw his head back, as he let go of her legs, and grasped his cock in his hand. He pumped his hand along his shaft, biting his lip as he looked down at her spread out on his bed. She sat up on her elbows, smiling up at him as she moved his hand away, taking over for him as her hand moved up and down along his cock.

“Oh fuck, Y/N,” he let out a guttural moan as her hand picked up speed. Ropes of his cum spurted out of his cock, landing on her stomach. She continued to pump him, making sure he gave her everything he had, relishing in the warmth of his release against her skin.

He breathed heavily, his hand cupping her face as he smiled at her. “Your turn.”

Moving his hand to her shoulder, he pushed her back lightly, smiling as she laughed. He got down on his knees, grasping her hips and pulling her to the edge of the bed. Y/N laughed as she slipped down, moving her hands up to her breasts and pinching her nipples. He smirked as he looked up at her, his tongue licking a stripe up her folds. He moaned at the taste of her, feeling how wet she was already from just fucking her thighs.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned loudly, as she felt his stubble against the inside of thighs. She bit down on her lip, trying to keep herself quiet as he continued to run his tongue along her folds, the vibrations of his moans running through her.

“Taste so fucking good, Y/N,” he muttered against her mound, looking up at her. “So perfect.”

He moved his mouth to her clit, moving his tongue in tight circles around the nub. Her hands came down and grabbed his short hair, clenching tightly as she pressed her lips together. His hand came up, slowly inserting a finger into her wet entrance, moving it in and out of her. He added another finger and began to thrust them back and forth, the pads of his fingers hitting her g-spot every time. She whimpered as he picked up speed, his perfect mouth sucking at her clit as he continued to move his fingers.

He released her clit from his mouth, kissing her inner thigh as he moved up her leg.

“So fucking beautiful,” he muttered against her skin, placing small nips along the inside of her thigh.

He looked at her, the smile never leaving his face. She pushed herself up on her elbow, her other hand still in his hair. Leaning up, he kissed her roughly as he continued to thrust his fingers into her. She moaned into his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue. She felt the familiar feeling of her release approaching, the coil winding tighter and tighter.

“You ready to cum for me, sweetheart?” he asked, his breath fanning against her lips.

“Yeah,” she gasped, nodding as she looked into his eyes. “Make me cum.”

“Make me cum… what?” he asked, his voice gravelly. A deep rumble erupted from his chest as he laughed with a mischievous grin.

She whimpered, gripping his hair harshly. “Make me cum, sir.”

“Good girl,” he praised, moving his head back down again.

Jensen moved his mouth back to her clit, his fingers picking speed as he hit that sweet spot inside of her with precision. Y/N looked down at him, still leaning on her elbow to give her a better view. She held his head in place, fearing he’d move if she removed her hand. He licked at her clit, the sounds of her wetness and his ministrations reaching her ears and causing a string of soft moans and whimpers to leave her lips. His mouth sucked at her, his tongue moving around the nub tightly and his fingers thrusting, faster and faster. She bit down on her lip, nearly drawing blood as the coil in her belly snapped. A harsh, strangled whimper of his name left her lips, as she came hard on his tongue and fingers. He lapped at her folds, taking in her juices before he moved his head away, smiling at her.

With a quick kiss to Y/N’s thigh, Jensen got up and fell back on the bed next to her. She breathed heavily as she looked at him, trying to catch her breath. Turning his head, he looked into her eyes. He turned onto his side, moving closer to her. His lips hovered close to hers, his eyes flicking between all the features of her face. She moved in the rest of the way, kissing him softly. Their lips moved passionately against each other’s, not wanting to let go. As much as he didn’t want to let go, he knew they had a schedule to keep today before they wrapped later that night.

“We only have 20 minutes left,” he mumbled, regretfully against her lips.

She nodded, sadly. “We should go.”

They both got up from the bed, cleaning themselves up and getting dressed again in relative silence. The only sounds were the rustling of fabrics and shoes on the floor of the trailer. Y/N fixed her hair as much as she could in the mirror, her eyes continuously flicking over to Jensen as he did the same, fixing the mess she had made of his short locks. With one last look at each other, Jensen opened the door of the trailer and looked around, letting her out first when he saw that no one was around. They walked to the lunch tent, receiving a few questions on their whereabouts. Jensen was quick to tell everyone he took Y/N to see some of the fan favourite props of the show, and Y/N was glad that people believed him, for the most part.

They ate quickly, both of them silent as they sat across from each other. Y/N didn’t know if they weren’t talking because they are was awkwardness after what happened, or whether it was because he didn’t want to accidentally say something about it in front of the crew. Quite frankly, she was fine with not talking about it just yet. She wasn’t sure where they go from here. Did Jensen want to see her again? If so, would it be just to sleep together finally, or did he want more?

She didn’t think she wanted to know the answers to those questions. Not yet anyway.

Little did she know, the same questions were running through Jensen’s head. He enjoyed what happened back in his trailer, but sue him if he didn’t want more with her. He wanted to go the full home run with her, but if he was being completely honest, he wanted to see her again and again. He wanted to ask her out and see where they go from there.

He knew he had to take a leap of faith and ask her before she left town, because who knew when she would return.

They were back on the bunker set, this time in the war room to shoot the last scene Y/N would be in. It was interesting that Y/N’s character leaving at the end of the episode was the second last scene they were filming, but that was where it happened to land. It was like it happened organically, which was rare for their set during filming.

Jensen was standing at the head of the map table, Jared next to him as Y/N stood across from them. Video village was set up at the other end of the library, giving them more room in the war room for lighting and boom mics. Things were quiet as they fell into their characters, Y/N slinging the duffle bag over her shoulder, as the assistant director called ‘action’.

“Thanks for your help. We really owe you one,” Jared said as ‘Sam’.

She smiled at him, shaking her head. “You really don’t.”

Jensen gave her that signature ‘Dean Winchester’ look, the one that said he was thinking about how to approach a subject. “You know where to find us if we do.”

“You’re buying the six-pack next time,” she said, chuckling slightly.

“Done,” ‘Dean’ said, smirking at her. She smiled at Jensen, finding that her genuine smile to him seeped into the scene.

“See you boys around,” she said, nodding at them. She turned on her heeled ankle boots, walking towards the staircase. With one glance over her shoulder, she gave them a small wave which they returned. She took the stairs all the way up, hearing the AD call ‘cut’.

“Alright, let’s see,” Jensen muttered as he walked over to video village.

Y/N walked down the stairs and over to the map table and placed the duffle bag on it. She waited to hear whether they would have to do another take or not.

“Alright, check the gate! Moving on!” Jensen called out. “That’s a wrap on Y/N Y/L/N!”

He quickly came out from behind the screens, walking over to her and Jared. All the crew around her clapped, as she gave them a small curtsy, laughing as Jared came over and hugged her.

It wasn’t the usual treatment of guest stars, as they usually came in and did the work and then left but considering there was buzz that her character might make a return, they wanted her to feel at home with all of them. They were kind to people with even the smallest of roles, so Y/N always knew she’d be in safe hands with the Supernatural crew.

Y/N hung around to say goodbye as they shot the last scene between the boys. In that time, she sat with her laptop, hoping she could change her flight to leave in a few days. With luck, she managed to find one leaving Vancouver in 5 days’ time, giving her plenty of time to stick around and explore these feelings she had for the handsome green-eyed actor. She couldn’t wait to tell him.

Given that Jared and Jensen had such a great shorthand with each other, they worked quickly to get the work done. Jensen called a wrap on the episode, and they all congratulated him on the amazing work he did. Everyone began to pack things up, the make-up ladies heading to their trailer as Y/N walked with them. She removed all her make-up, freshened up and then got changed into her clothes she wore to set that morning.

Y/N said her goodbyes to Trish and Frida, followed by the rest of the crew and Bob Singer. Jared swooped in for another big hug, nearly breaking her in half with the pressure of his arms around her.

“Jesus, you don’t know your own strength, you know that?” she said, cringing in slight pain as she turned and twisted, trying to get feeling back in her body.

“Hey, not my fault you can’t handle it,” he laughed, patting her back. “Alright, I’m out of here. I hope I’ll see you soon.”

“Me too,” she smiled, as he enveloped her in a softer but still warm hug. She decided to leave out the fact that she wasn’t going anywhere just yet, wanting to tell Jensen first.

Jared walked towards the parking lot, heading for the SUV that Cliff was waiting by. They were no doubt waiting on Jensen, who had been finishing up some paperwork after wrapping the episode. Y/N slung her bag over her shoulder, walking towards his trailer in search of him. Reaching the door, she knocked a few times and waited. The door opened, a tired but smiling Jensen greeting her.

“Hey,” he smiled, leaning against the door frame.

“So… I have some news,” she told him, a smile playing at her lips.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, his eyebrows raised as he folded his arms across his chest. His arms were exposed thanks to his black t-shirt, and she suddenly felt like her skin was on fire. She tried not to show her disappointment when he put on his jacket and grabbed his backpack, shutting off the light in the trailer as he closed the door.

She nodded, stepping down from the stairs to the trailer and turning to him. “I changed my flight. I’m leaving in 5 days.”

Jensen felt his heart skip a beat with that news. He nodded, the smile growing bigger on his face. “Well… you want to come over tonight? We can pick up where we left off.”

She bit her lip, nodding slowly. “I’d love to.”

Keeping up the pretence that there wasn’t anything going on, Jensen went back home with Cliff driving him to his apartment. Y/N called an Uber, knowing that if she had joined them Jared and Cliff would question what was happening. She and Jensen hadn’t spoken about it, but they both knew that there wasn’t anything to say to anyone until they figured it out themselves. For now, she wanted him in ways she’s never wanted anyone else and she was more than ready to see what he was capable of.

Reaching Jensen’s apartment, Y/N went up to his floor and down the hall, knocking on his door, noting that it was the right one from the text he had sent while she was in the Uber. The door swung open, and she grinned as Jensen smirked at her, letting her in. She took in the apartment, with its beautiful view of the city lights twinkling at night, a large screen TV and comfortable couch, and his guitar on the wall closest to her. However, as nice as it was that wasn’t where her mind was in that moment.

Turning around, Y/N looked at him, his eyes reflecting the same things she was feeling. They moved towards each other, their lips meeting in a rough, but sensual kiss as they wrapped their arms around each other. Pushing and pulling at each other’s clothes, their lips continued to move against each other, not wanting to stop.

“Thank god you changed your flight,” he mumbled against her swollen lips. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” she asked, grabbing his shoulders and jumping up, wrapping her legs around his waist.

His hands immediately supported her as he carried her off to his bedroom.

By the time they came up for air, the sun was rising, and Jensen had to leave to go to work for the first day of the next episode. With a promise of returning later that day, he told Y/N to stay at his apartment, telling her she could use whatever she wanted before he had to leave.

As she stood on the balcony and looked out at the view with her morning coffee, she had never been more thankful to a job she had taken. She made some great friends already, there was a buzz that she may come back for more episodes, and she had met the most incredible man who she couldn’t wait to explore more with.

She found herself repeating Jensen’s words from the night before as she smiled into her morning cup of caffeine.

Thank god she changed her flight.

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I just reread that one thing you wrote where Kasey found out Remus wasn't innocent by accidentally reading the message, and now I need the rest of the team finding out that Remus is the kinky one and Sirius just grinning so fucking smugly cos out of all the players, he's the one that gets the kinky fiancé (like Kasey said at the end of the thing) 😂🥰💙

Valentine’s Day Part 2! This is the follow-up to the spicy Coops from earlier--hope you enjoy! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for hickeys, friendly chirping, and implied smut on many accounts

Sirius had never dreaded going to practice more. He could hardly sit down, and the hickeys that freckled his body and ringed his thighs showed no sign of going away anytime soon. Part of him—a very, very, very small part—wished Remus had gone a little easier, but the rest of him still got a thrill of excitement whenever he saw the marks.

The locker room was quiet when they entered; Sirius tried to hide his slight limp, but he noticed Logan’s wince as he bent to grab his bag off the floor. Kasey lowered himself onto his bench with a slow breath, and even James fiddled with the edge of his shirt instead of pulling it off.

“Loops, you seem to be in good shape,” Finn said with a half-laugh. Remus cleared his throat and, sighing, pulled his shirt off. There was a low whistle. “Damn. Never mind. I guess you’ll be breaking out the turtlenecks, eh?”

Remus’ courage seemed to reassure the others, and within a few minutes most of the shirts and pants had come off, revealing hickey patterns over just about all of them. The chatter started up again, then went dead silent when Sirius removed his own shirt. Talker snorted. “How’re you feeling, Cap? Do we need to get Loops a mouthguard, or…?”

Sirius shot him a mock-glare as he pulled his pads on and a ripple of quiet snickering washed through the room, then died down as Kasey slid his sweats off his legs and revealed a whole fucking handprint on his thigh. “Yeah, yeah, I know,” he huffed. “Haha, very funny.”

Be a good captain, be a good captain, be a good captain—“You’re in good company, Bliz.” He steeled himself and tugged his own pants off, reaching for his under armor and pointedly ignoring the four different jaws that hit the floor.

James leaned over and smacked Remus on the head with his glove. “Dude!”

“Ow! What?”

“Are you trying to eat him alive?” When Remus hesitated, James hit him again. “Bad Loops!”

“Alright, we’re all adults here,” Sirius interrupted. “It was Valentine’s Day, things happened to everyone. Let’s all agree not to speak of what we see in the locker room today, okay?” There were a few murmurs of agreement. “Okay?”

“Yes, Cap,” they chorused.

“Good talk.”

Ten minutes later, Arthur knocked on the doorway and poked his head in. “Hey, guys. It has come to my attention that yesterday was Valentine’s Day, so I wanted to apologize if I interrupted any plans you may have had. That being said, this is a professional team—Potter, what’s on your hip?”

James swallowed hard. “Nothing, Coach.”

“Are you hurt?” Across the room, Leo stifled his laughter in his elbow. “I can call Hestia—”

“It’s, uh, a bite mark,” James said at last, staring at the floor.

Arthur’s eyebrows rose. “Excuse me?”

“A bite mark. From my wife.” He shrugged his jersey on and grimaced a little. “I thought we would have two days for it to go away.”

Arthur’s eyes flickered around the room and settled on Logan. “Tremblay, you’re favoring your left leg.”

“Yes, Coach.”

“You’re not hurt, either?”

“Nope.”

And then Arthur’s gaze fell on Sirius. “Cap. Your ankle’s not causing that scowl, is it?”

“No, Coach, it’s not.”

Arthur sighed and glanced down at his clipboard. “Holy fuck.”

“Yes, it was,” Dumo said under his breath with a smirk. Both Logan and Sirius turned to him in abject horror.

“Everyone, stand up.” Arthur ran a hand down his face as they all shakily got to their feet; Sirius bit his lip and leaned on the side of his stall for balance. Oh, Lupin, I hope you’re proud of yourself. There was a beat of silence before he shook his head. “Practice is called off, seeing as half of you apparently got laid so good you can’t walk. I expect you to work twice as hard on Monday, alright?”

“Yes, Coach,” they said in unison.

Arthur took a last look at them and a smile twitched at his mouth, then devolved into full-blown chuckling. “Oh, fuck, this is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. Good for you, boys. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

They could still hear him laughing as he walked down the hall and immediately began stripping their gear off with sighs of relief. Logan outright groaned as he pulled his sweats back on and Sirius saw Leo’s pupils dilate. “Easy there, Knut,” he teased. Leo made a face. “What, you don’t have a comeback? That’s a first.”

“I’m taking a day off,” Leo rasped.

Finn went vibrant red and Kasey’s eyes got huge. “You good, baby rookie?”

“A-okay.” Leo gave him a thumbs-up and took a long drink of water. “It was worth it.”

“Yeah, I bet,” Remus muttered with a sly grin.

“Oh, you are in no place to talk—”

“At least I can talk!”

“At least he’s got his thighs intact, unlike some people!” James cut in.

Kasey raised his eyebrows. “Should I give Lily a call and ask for details? I’m sure she’s got a real fun story for us.”

“Should I give Nat a call and ask how her hand is doing?” he countered.

“What happened to being adults about this?” Sirius asked as he zipped his bag up. “Because if we’re forgoing that, I’d love to see Logan try and sit down.”

Logan narrowed his eyes and tilted his chin toward Sirius’ legs. “I’m three seconds away from asking how those lines got so crisp. Try me, Cap."

Talker whistled. “Low blow.”

“No, a low blow would be calling my sister and asking if she’s currently at her own apartment,” Logan said smoothly, though he fixed Talker with a look that could curdle milk. “Watch it.”

“It’s times like these that I’m grateful none of you want to know about my sex life,” Dumo said as he stood. “Because last night was—”

“No!” half the locker room shouted at the same time. Packing was quick after that—nobody wanted to stick around any longer than necessary and risk being chirped for their various kink giveaways. Sirius practically broke the speed of sound while he changed back into his cozy pants.

Logan caught up to him just as they were leaving the locker room with a devilish smile. “So, was it garters or thigh highs?” he muttered, keeping his eyes on their respective partners up ahead.

“None of your business, you nosy little shit.”

“I’m guessing thigh highs.”

“And I’ve got several guesses for why Leo can’t get more than three words out, but unlike you, I know how to hold my tongue.”

“Were they comfortable?”

Sirius sighed through his nose. “Very.”

“Hmm. I might have to get some of my own.”

He actually laughed aloud at that—Remus and Finn glanced back, confused. “You’re already having trouble walking, mon frère. Let’s not make it worse on you.”

“Hey!” Logan jogged a bit to keep up as Sirius increased his pace, both wincing a little. “I would look fucking incredible!”

“Not as good as I did.”

“What are we talking about?” Leo asked, falling back to join the conversation.

“Knutty, I’d look good in thigh highs, right?” Logan demanded. Finn choked on air and Leo’s eyes went a little unfocused at the thought. “Right?”

“Point proven,” Sirius said with a smirk, ruffling his hair. “See you Monday!”

“I’d look better than you!” he called after Sirius.

“Oh, no you wouldn’t!” Remus shot back, tucking his hand in Sirius’ pocket as they headed for the door.

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The Burden of Time

The Burden of Time

Vampire! Fred

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Warnings: Daddy kink, Dom fem reader sub Fred, Dom Fred sub reader. cum play? idk if I would call it exacly that, but they taste each other. There’s mentions of violance, blood and biting into the reader. Once again i’m sorry if I forgot something and please say something if I did :) 

Summary: Fred as lived on this earth for a long time, and y/n is the cute new worker at the local bakery. 

a/n: So hi! If you don’t like supernatural stuff you can just totally skip this. If this is your type but you’re not sure if you like it, that’s also totally ok! I just did this because my need for vampire stuff came into play and yeah... i just needed to get this out of my system. Also once again, I just really apreciate you all so much, thank you. 

Part 2 

Fred has lived on this earth for several decades. In all honesty he had lost count of how many years it has been since he was put into this state of immortality. For many this life is hard to get too, the denial phase for them prolongs for thousands of years, the idea of killing other people all because you desire their blood, their flesh. For Fred it was quiet the opposite. Fred had been turned at the ripe age of twenty five, he was working in the forest near the house he lived at with his family when he was attacked by something. At the time he was suspicious of a bear, or a tiger or any other animal that they might know it did not exist. He came to find out after that a vampire was roaming near by his house and had caught his scent and couldn’t resist, so Fred had become this. His family had never found him, the vampire made sure after he was well fed that Fred was kept hidden specially during the transition, because it was very hard on anyone. Fred would wake up with the thirst of a thousand animals and he his creator couldn’t bare for him to destroy his whole family.

After all, it wasn’t Fred’s fault of what had happened and of what he had become. It took a while after being turned came to the conclusion and acceptance that he wouldn’t see his family again, that he wouldn’t touch them or feel them, or talk to them ever again. After a while Fred became use to that life. He had always dreaded death. It was something that scared him and made shivers appear all over his body. He hated seeing people around him die, and think about where they were going, if they were going somewhere. Did their lives ended their? He couldn’t really bring himself to think of him inside that wooden casket and … it was just something he didn’t want to think about. So, after being turned and his creator, Joseph, explaining everything to him and of this new life Fred was at peace. He didn’t have to think about death anymore, in fact he gained peace when it came that. Of course there’s always that small chance that he can be killed, but Fred always made sure he wasn’t getting himself in ay trouble that would allow for that to happen.

Also one of the reasons Fred was so at peace was because he broke one of the biggest rules there is in his species. He had contact with humans after being turned. Can you blame him? He did promise to stay way from his family, so that they could cope his death and morn him and he could find some peace. But he had to break that when his parents were on death bed.

His father was first, dying of old age, in the last hours he would be on this earth, Fred came to visit, when he knew his mother or any other family member would be around. Although without a soul, Fred still felt all the love his parents gave him, and he swore if he could he would have cried there, seeing his father so helpless. He thought for a moment if he should…but then he would be condemning his father to something he never believed in, or probably never thought of. So Fred stayed in that room, held his fathers warm hand against his very cold one and spoke some loving brief words. He had to let him know he was okay, he knew their parents had never gotten over his ‘death’. So this was way of knowing when his father was gone, we would be at peace. Fred watched him take his last breath, a small smile on his father’s face , and his name was the last thing he had said before being gone completely. Fred left almost immediately because his mother had made an appearance not long after that.

His mother had left him a few years after. And this time it was harder for Fred to be close to her because since his father wasn’t here anymore, his siblings were the ones who were there all the time, and like the good kids their mother had raised them to be, they were by her side every second that was possible. It was one day, when his sister Ginny was in the leaving room playing with her daughter and the door of his mother’s room had been left closed that Fred took his chance.

He remembers, the look in his mothers eyes, she barely could speak, but she didn’t hesitate one second to, with all her strength, stretch her hand to him, and Fred took it and squeezed it and murmured how much he loved her, how much he had missed her and, like he had done with his father, that he was okay, that she could be at peace and could meet his father wherever it would be, and they could know he was good.

With his siblings he had to take another approach, he had to watch from afar at the funeral, mourning each one as he saw them pass, they all hurt like hell, but seeing his twin brother, George, go and not be able to be next to him and say goodbye was probably the bad thing at he top of the list Fred had to point, relating to this life. He didn’t have many to point.

After they were all gone, his immediate family he could finally leave that place, although he always made sure he got back and kept an eye on his family. Thru the decades he watched the family grow. Right now he actually lived close to one of them, he was a baker at Fred’s favorite bakery.

His main and most important source of food was in fact Blood, but sometimes to get thru life and situations he had to eat human food.  Although not poisonous and deathly it usually left him a little nauseous after. But he could never deny a good cake or sweet, so every morning after he woke up (when he could sleep) he would get dressed and go there.

He was already use to the smell of blood and Fred was proud to say that he had so much control compared to a lot of other blood thirst monsters he had encountered in his life time, and there were a lot. And the places he visited the most were places were the people who worked there had a neutral blood smell to him, something that he could take and live with and know he wouldn’t get into a horrible fit and cause a very bad scene.

But today, as Fred entered the warm cozy bakery at only seven thirty am, a strong sweet vanilla and mint scent hit his nostrils. His fists became a ball and he could feel his eyes wanting to become red. He had to stop at the door before fully closing it to regain his strength, and to think twice if he wanted to get in or not. But the cute boy behind the counter who Fred found very attractive since he had began working here years ago didn’t allow him to do that because he had already called his name.

“Fred, good morning.” The happy, pale guy, with blonde hair and the greenest eyes he had ever seen said. His name was Philip. Fred gave the best smile he could muster up.

“Good morning.” He was usually a very cheery costumer, he always made small talk with Philip and loved to see him squirm under his look, and give him that sweet smile of him. But today his mind could only think of who could have such a sweet scent that evaded everything in him, his smell, his mind and his thirst.

The bakery was still empty, they had only open thirty minutes ago, and Fred was almost always their first costumer, so it couldn’t be that. It had to be someone behind the counter.

“Today I’m not the one who you should ask what you wish, although I already know your regular.” He said, giving Fred a wink, any other time Fred would have taken a chance to actually do something about that small talk they always had, but today wouldn’t be that today. “y/n here will do it instead.” He said, and in that moment from the door that led to the kitchen and into the counter came out a girl, her hair was tucked behind, and tied in as to not get into the food. She wore the bakery’s apron, and underneath that she wore a very cozy black sweater, along with some black pants and some boots.

As she got out she gave her colloeague a smile and then looked at Fred and kept her smile.

“Hi, I’m y/n. I’m new here. What would you like for your order?” y/n asked, her hands close to the screen of the machine in front of her to register his order and then get onto it.

Fred cleared his throat at the same time he tried to clear his mind. Her scent was intoxicating and he couldn’t find anything to say, she was also extremely beautiful. And also a human.

“Ahm, it’s the red velvet cake with the hot chocolate, with caramel, please.” His voice came out strangled, and a little to low, stripped of the confidence he always had. He got closer to the register and although it was part of him but he didn’t really need to, he always made sure it looked like he was breathing, so people wouldn’t suspect. When alone he would only do that when he was hunting. He looked at Philip that had his eyes on y/n and what she was doing to make sure she was doing it right.

“You’re her first costumer.” He said, he put his elbow on the glass counter and supported his head on his hand looking at Fred with those cute puppy eyes, but unfortunately his attention was on the girl.

He could only nod, and when y/n got away from the counter to prepare his order his eyes followed her every move.

“So, the red velvet cake, and your hot chocolate caramel, that will be, six dollars please.” She looked from the screen to him, and now that he was closer to her she felt less confident. The look he had on him, dominant and dark made her spine cripple with shivers and her hands shake a little. He was also beautiful so to speak. He was tall, which y/n loved that on man, she loved a good tall man that could man handle her. His red hair and those yellow eyes were something out of this world.

Fred was able to keep his eyes yellow, which was a sign that his next feeding was close, because the reddish color they always had, had disappeared and been replaced with this yellow, brilliant color. That was always a problem for him to explain why he had that eye color. He wasn’t very much into using eye contacts.

He took the money he had in his pocked and put it on top of the counter. usually, with Philip he made sure to give it to him to his hands, and feel him get all red and blushy because they had touched. But he thought that if he were to do that with this girl right now, that the outcome would be a lot worst.

“Tomorrow we’re gonna have lemon cake, it’s very good and my favorite, you should try it.” y/n, although feeling intimidated by him, still kept her happy voice.

She was new here, this was her first day after being hired last week. This bakery existed since she was small and a baby, her mother always brought her here, and so working here was her dream job, specially since baking was her favorite thing. She was the one who always did those cool cakes at the parties and her friends and family would always come to her. When the spot had opened after one of the girls in the kitchen had been fired for stealing, she took this opportunity. She was still young, only twenty one, she had a small little apartment at the end of the street, where the cheapest and less expensive and modern part of the town started, but it was everything she could wish for and she made it work. She wasn’t in college, but her dream was to be able to go to culinary school. But she was still saving money for that one.

When Fred had finally gain all his confidence and make himself has presentable as he could in this situation he was finally able to give a genuine smile.

“Of course, if you’ll be here.” He said, but this time looked at Philip, gave him that smirk and then looked at y/n to see her eyes wide and her mouth fighting to stay closed. “See you tomorrow, loves.” He said, took the little bag y/n had put his things in and left.

As soon as he was out the door, the gasp that left y/n was huge and Philip was clapping his hands excitedly.

“Did you see the way he looked at you? Is he always this flirty?” y/n was genuinely curious, for a second when he got in he was so quiet, and almost scared, that this last interaction came to her as a surprise. Philip nodded smiling.

“I think he’s bi, you see.” He started, starting to organize some things that should have been done sooner but the Fred had came in. “He already brought many girls here, but I’ve also seen him with some guys. And he comes here since I can remember and way before I started working here. And then I started here and he always flirted with me. But that’s the extent of it.” y/n was nodding, listening closely. “But he also looked interested in you, did you see? They way he looked at you? I don’t think he’s ever looked at me like that.”

“He’s very beautiful. And looks rich too.” y/n looked at Philip, a puzzling look o her face.

“He lives on that penthouse, near the museum.” Shit, y/n thought, that guy was rich, rich.

People who lived in this area of the bakery and close to the museum were rich, rich. She could only ever dream of living there. And the penthouse, she remembers that old building being remolded a few years back, and the way it was town gossip because they had used millions of unknown dollars to build it, all while the poor were strolling to pay taxes and basic things to live. She remembers her and her mother doubling their time on the nearest shelter to help with food and clothes and things to keep the ones in need, warm. All while the rich were… well living their best lives.

Philip felt the need to continue, after a minute of silence from y/n and the frown that had appeared on her face. “He helps more than you know. He’s donated to every place around here and he’s the first to help if anything happened in those communities. I don’t know if you ever heard, or even remember, but that very bad weather we had, and pipes burst open and all, the responsible of the town took him weeks to help with anything. Fred came right up, presented a stupid amount of money and that’s how thing got better. He also hates the rich, every time he comes and talks a bit more he can only talk bad about them.” He laughed a little.

That somehow had made y/n a little less mad and sad. He cared and helped.

“What exactly does he do to have that much money?” y/n asked, curiosity coming to her. Philip shrugged.

“I don’t know, he never told and I never asked, and no one really knows around here because we don’t seem him actually working you know?”

All she could do was nod, but her mind a little lost, his eyes came to her mind, and his pink lips, dry from the cold weather outside. She shook her head quickly and brought herself back to reality and into her work place. She had a long day ahead of her.

--

The next, at six am y/n was opening the bakery along with Philip. Since they had left early the day before, they got the job to open today, and they had to be there on time because all the people in the kitchen who did all the baking needed to get started.

y/n was still sleepy, her eyes swollen from the lack of sleep. Her arms were bunched up around herself to keep her warm, even though she had layers of clothing and the warmest jacket ever, given to her by her mother last Christmas.

“Hurry up, I’m cold.” y/n said, pushing Philip playfully, and when he finally did they hurried inside and close the door again to keep the warm inside.

After getting herself ready, and since Philip was preparing the costumer area she was in the kitchen looking at everyone working. This was her second day but most of the people here were her family, since they all knew her since she was little. And since they also knew her love for baking, they, sometimes let her in and decorate cakes herself. Since working here, in these two day, well one, she hadn’t been asked yet, but she was hopeful they would.

“I hope mister Fred Weasley decides to eat here today and not take his food.” y/n looked at him, they were both behind the counter counting the last few minutes before they officially opened. “He doesn’t always, but sometimes if he brings company he does. He never ate here alone, though, so don’t get your hopes up.”

“I wasn’t gonna get any hopes up, Philip. I’ve had one interaction with him, that lasted all of three minutes, I think.” She gave a confused look, she wasn’t exactly sure of long she had talked to him, and between preparing his food and him paying and leaving. “You can have him all you want, I’m sure any cute girl can walk in here and I’ll be happy.” Philip looked at her a big smile on his face.

y/n was never closed about her sexuality. Her mother was always and had always been very loving even when she knew (before y/n officially told her) that her daughter was attracted to girls. y/n’s first ever romantic interaction had been with a girl. She was never scared of being her true self.

“Whatever, the way he looked at you? I’m sure you could punch him in the face and he would say thank you.” Philip smirked, and got from behind the counter to open the door.

For the first ten minutes no one came in, but after that they started to get easy. Some people came to pick up bread, some their coffee, others some treats for the day. And then after eight people started to actually stay inside. But Fred was no where to be seen, and Philip pointed out how weird that was because he came here everyday without missing. Unless he was out of town, but then he always took enough treats with him to last him the full time he was gone.

Until nine am hit, Philip and y/n were having their pause, after an hour of craziness when he got in, gray sweat pants, a white seat shirt on and some tennis. He had a more relaxed look o him, compared to yesterday where he had more of a casual look.

“Morning.” He smiled to both of them, although his look lingered a bit longer on y/n. She smiled, getting ready to take in his order. She had forgotten yesterday that she had suggested the lemon cake, and since Philip told her that his order right now was the one he asked for yesterday she was ready for.

“Morning, is gonna be the red velvet cake and the hot chocolate caramel?” y/n kept her eyes on the screen, trying to not look at him directly, in fear her legs might collapse from how strong his look was on her.

“If I remember correctly, you suggested I try the lemon cake, was that correct?” he took one of the hands that was in his pocket and came to ruffle his already messy hair. Had he just woken up? y/n swallowed hard, Fred heard, they was it went down her dry throat. He could also hear her heart, beating faster after he came in, and the her pulse and her blood running in her veins. He wasn’t very far from her, but even if he was he would be able to smell her in a crowd of people. Her scent something he had never felt before in all his long years of life. His fangs threatening to come out, his venom already trying to make it’s way into them. Control yourself, Fred thought.

“Ahm, yes, I did, sir?” Sir? Come on y/n he’s not that older. Sir? Her mind making her every move feel weird and like he was judging her. Little did she know Fred got of on names like that, and it made it even harder for him to contain his pointy teeth. “Would like that, with the same beverage?”  When he nodded, y/n put the last things there and went to prepare.

“To eat here, please.” Philip was shocked, and he didn’t want to show it but Fred was able to feel his change, the smallest detail that silly human eyes couldn’t detect even if they wanted too. y/n was also surprised, but she hid it better, Fred noticed. He knew it was unusual, he only came here to eat when he brought all of his hook ups. Never alone. This was a first.  

She only nodded, directing her route to pick up a plate on where to put his cake, and then making his chocolate. All while he made small talk with Philip.

“Here you go, it’s seven dollars, today.” He gave her the money, three dollars more than the final total.

“Keep the change, beauty.” She winked at her, and then picked up his stuff and went to sit at the table by the window.

“Well, that went…”

“well.” y/n finished for Philip, and they both laughed a little. Her laugh stoping when she noticed his eyes were on her the full time he was eating. And how fucking sexual did he have to make that? The way he bit down on the cake, without his fork, with his hands on it going all messy. A hot feeling spread over y/n. his gingers got all dirty with he buttercream, but instead of going for the napkin, he brough his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them. His fingers would also get all sticky after that. The smirk he had on him was sinful, and y/n had to turn around and occupy herself before her mind got to dirty and her panties to wet.

Two days, to freaking days and she’s already getting her mind dirty over some guy? Some rich, also mysterious guy that looked like he came out of a movie? She needed to get her head straight.

Her luck was that other costumers were coming in, some looking surprised at seeing Fred here. From what Philip explained to her later that day when they were organizing their things to leave, it was a very rare sight, since he was completely alone.

“y/n, I’m so sorry can I speak with you for a minute?” It was their boss, Melissa, she was the most kind sould y/n had ever seen, red hair, like Fred’s and a big smile always plastered on her face. y/n nodded, putting her bag back down.

“I’ll wait for you.” Philip said. And y/n nodded going with her boss to little room where she took care of everything related to the bakery but not related to baking.

“I’m so sorry, I know you were getting ready to leave, but the person responsible for closing today, can’t come. They had an emergency. Would you mind doing it? I know it would be your first time, but Philip did all of last week and I can’t bring myself to ask him that.” It was the gentle tone to her voice, the friendly way she always approached y/n that made her say yes, and think how hard it would be to say no.

“Sure, I can do that. I just have to warn Philip to leave without me.”

“Thank you so much my dear, really. And tomorrow you can come in later.” She gave y/n the key and smiled politely before allowing her to leave. She warned Philip who proceeded to leave. And y/n suck up some more hours until closing.

--

It was midnight when the last person in the kitchen left. y/n helped them clean what was necessary so she could also leave. Because they had stopped serving to costumers a little while ago, but the kitchen remained open to prepare things for the next day.

She was all alone, and truth be told the street where the bakery was, had very little light. So y/n had her phones lantern on, closing the door as fast as she could, so she could head home. The street was also silent and she didn’t know what to make of it. Was it good or bad? Might be good because then it meant she could be safe until home, but bad because at anytime anyone could show up and she would be all alone and defenseless.

She started to walk down the street towards where she lived when a group of man started to walk on the same lane she was in. She wanted to move, she really wanted, but at the same it would bring attention to her and she didn’t want any more unnecessary attention.

They passed her in silence, but then another shadow appear on the other side of the street, and she squinted really hard to see who it was until she realized it was Fred. He was already looking at her, and he was crossing the street coming towards her.

“What are you doing at this hour on the street?” Her mind was still processing the fact that they had found each other outside of her work. It wasn’t impossible, he lived in the area, but still, her luck! She looked back at the group of guys that she hadn’t noticed were looking at her, and she thanked to herself, the presence of Fred.

He had approached because of that. Because he was looking for his meal, and then her smell hit all his senses again and he lost focus. Until he saw the group he had been eyeig pass her and then how they had stopped to look at her. He wasn’t planning on intervening, specially when his fangs where out, full of venom, and ready to bite into a fleshy, smooth skin full of blood.

“Oh hi.” She started, a little less nervous now in his presence, but still not fully. They were only two and the group that had passed them were five. They were in disadvantage. “I just left the bakery, I was asked to close. Was heading home now.” She gave him the uneasy smile, her hands coming to the pockets of her jacket to warm her cold hands.

“I think I should accompany you home.” He said, after he looked again behind her to see the guys lurking around talking, maybe waiting for her to be left alone so they could do something. “Where to you live exactly?”

“I live just too more blocks way.” She said. And when he put his hand, gently, on her back guiding her to start walking, she did so, without hesitation. She also didn’t fight him on, how she was strong and independent enough to go on her own, because she knew that deep down she was scared to walk the rest of her time alone. “Thank you.” She said, when silence fell upon them, his hand had left her back and they had a little distance between them.

“No need to thank me.” He was mostly silence because, well, the proximity they had made it even harder for him to control himself specially when he was mid hunt. Right now there wasn’t a thing separating them. And they had walked a long distance that they were finally alone, in the dark street, and in the cold almost no one dared to come outside.

The mint in the scent was stronger today, and when he, from the corner of his eye, or when he actually decided to look at her for brief moments, could see the thick veins in her neck, the blood pumping thru them, calling for him. His venom leaked a little from his teeth and burned his throat. But he could still smell the sweet vanilla in there, and how that mixture, although unknown to him until now, was something he couldn’t forget.

It made his hunger even stronger.

“Do you wanna come in?” The had arrived at what he assumed was the place she lived. She lived in one of the small buildings that only had two floors and usually only two to three people lived in those. “It’s the least I could do, since you brought me home. I can offer you hot tea, or even hot chocolate?” She suggested, the door already opened. He nodded, his eyes trailing over how old the building was and how cold it also was.

He was a vampire, he was always cold and nothing ever bothered him. A lot of his manners were eyes of him disguising himself to humans, so they wouldn’t suspect he wasn’t like them. He couldn’t care less if the temperatures his below freezing. But for humans? Humans were fragile. He doesn’t remember much from his human time, has it happens to any old enough vampire. With time those images are just memories and sometimes something he thinks he invents some of them. But he knows there fragile, that they get too cold, and too hot. That they need different attention that he does. So this house he for sure knew was very cold, the walls were old, almost nothing separated them from the outside.

But when he got into her apartment, he realizes she tried her best to make it warm and cozy.

She gestured to her sofa. “You can seat.”

“I’ll take the warm tea, please.” He realized he hadn’t answered her question from moments ago. She nodded and after taking her jacket and taking her shoes of, she want to the kitchen.

Also mentally preparing herself because, the cute guy she had seen only two times until now was in her house. And how hot and bothered (in a good way) she was about it. When the tea was ready she brought it to him and put in the small coffee table she had in front of her sofa.

“Thank you again. I-“ she stopped for a moment trying to gather her thoughts. “Those guys gave me an off vibe.” He nodded.

“Yeah, I realized that.” He hid the fact that they were his dinner, and that her appearance had disturbed not only him, but also them on their conquest. She yawned, sitting next to him but still leaving a safe space between them.

Good, she’s smart enough to know, not to get too close. Fred thought, his had«nds picking up the tea cup and drinking some of it. He watched her close her eyes, her once rapid breathing was starting to get calm, she had somehow between arriving and making his tea, turned her small eater on and she was warm, but she still had her work clothes on.

“You are tired, you shouldn’t have invited me in. Go to sleep.” He was getting up, but she stopped him in his movements, her hand coming to grab his pants and pulling him down.

“I’m sorry.” She mumble sleepy. “Stay a little bit more. I can stay wake.” He wanted to laugh, how her voice wanted to show this big girl who was able to stay wake way past her bedtime, and how she was a rule breaker, it was cute actually.

“Sure you can.” He said, trying to hide his mocking tone, and she tried to give him a look but her eyes were threatening to close. And then… then they did.

y/n was so tired, from waking up at five am and then having to close the bakery that she couldn’t take it. Her body gave in. her head was resting back on her sofa, her hands on her lap and her breathing was once again calm, letting Fred know she was asleep. And then is thoughts evaded his mind. How her neck look so delicious. How her smell was even stronger now, because, it wasn’t just her now, it was her whole house. Everything around him smelt like her, and of her, and he had to get up quickly.

His mind fighting, if he should put her in her bed, or if he should just bite down right into her. Drain her of all her blood because, in all honesty her scent was to powerful for him and he didn’t think that if he started he would be able to stop.

But the better part of him was winning, and instead of biting down onto her, her looked around her apartment for something he could cover in. moving himself swiftly around until he found something. And then after that he didn’t gave anything else a thought and left, before he regrated anything something else that could happen.

--

It had been more than a week since y/n invented Fred to her home and ended up falling asleep not even ten minutes later. When she woke up the next morning she was alone and Fred’s half drank tea was on the table, she was still fully dressed, but warm and cozy non the less.

y/n thought that day would make things awkward for them. She couldn’t help but overthink, on how she invited a complete stranger into her house. But at the same time the feeling of comfort and protection she had gotten from him being by her side. But no, that day he came in and acted like he had the last two times, and y/n imagines all the times before that.

And that first full week of work for y/n was amazing. She loved the place she was working at, loved that fact that everyone was always so nice and she and Philip were so close. Since they were the ones who spent so much time alone in the front they grew closer very quickly.

But y/n couldn’t wait for her break. She was free from work tomorrow, Sunday,  and after the exhausting week she had, she really needed sometime for herself.

“Know what you doing on your day off?” Philip said, throwing the wet cloth he had on his hand on top of the counter.

y/n gave it a thought for a minute, a small smirk appearing on her face after a while. “I will sleep, and rest, that’s all.”

“Boring.” He said, prolonging the ‘o’ on the word, and then started to rearrange some stuff on the shelves. “Mr. Hot could ask you out on a date no? After all wasn’t he the one who took you home?”

“Philip stop. He took me home once, and I fell asleep after ten minutes. It was the shortest interaction we had.”

Philip was gonna talk again when the little doorbell rang and when they both looked, Fred was coming in. Trying to hide the smirk that was threatening to appear on face because… well, Fred pretty much heard what Philip had said, and wished that y/n went on, so he could know what she thought about him. His super earing came in handy in times like this.

Maybe, just maybe he should invite her out. After he left her house that day he couldn’t find it in himself to stop thinking about her. Not only was her blood engraved on every one of his heighten senses, but also her touch, her face, her smooth skin. Everything. After two days, his hand was asking for a time out. It looked like anyone else he had fed upon was not even close to what she smelled like, and what she could possibly feel like.

Fred hated what he was feeling. Every time he fed it was a one-time thing. He never, ever caught feeling for anyone who he had fed upon. Sometimes if he was busy or wasn’t feeling like having sex he would find some criminal and feed of that person. But the majority he would usually feed of the person he was sleeping with. Now, he knows consent isn’t something you can just get when you’re him. But Fred always makes sure the person he slept with is well cared for. He never does anything to make that person unconfutable and they only sleep together if there’s consent. If at any time they want to leave, they can and Fred will find another way of feeding. He also always makes sure that they don’t have any marks after and that they don’t remember anything. One of the things that came with immortality is persuading people into forgetting things and doing what he wants. Fred only does it when he feeds of someone.

“Good morning, Mr. Weasley.” Fred had to contain himself to not moan right there, in front of everyone. The way it just left her lips, those lush beautiful lips, it just made him hard in his trousers. Philip smiled and after saying good morning, turned around leaving y/n to attend to Fred alone, for the first time since she’s here. “What will it be today?”

“How about the chocolate cake, with just a black coffee?” Fred took it upon himself to put his hands on the counter, closer to where she rested hers before going to prepare what he asked. She nodded. “So, how has it been working here?”

“It’s been nice, I like everyone here, and the people who come are also very generous and nice.” y/n said, while preparing what he asked. Fred had the question on the top of his tongue, but… wouldn’t it sound weird asking it? Just like that? Would she find it suspicious? That he was asking her out without even, technically knowing when her free day is? But before his mushy brain could gather anything else it just left his lips. “Do you go out tomorrow?”

Shit, Shit, Shit, he cursed himself all over. The look she gave him when he turned around was of shock. He had to think fast.

“You know, after work I mean.” He said quickly, before she could say anything else. “That is, if you’re free.”

y/n was speechless for what felt like forever, well for Fred after he stammered that’s what it felt like.

“Sure, I would love to. I’m also free tomorrow, so whatever works for you, is fine to me.” y/n gave a small smile, putting in between them Fred’s request, and then taking the money he had already prepared.

“How about I pick you up for lunch?” When she nodded, he felt a sense of relieve all over his body. “ Perfect then, see you at noon?” She gave the same gesture as before, her mouth looking like it had difficulty opening, to speak because she couldn’t believe what she was earing. “Then it a deal. See you tomorrow.” He winked, and this time his smile was bigger, and y/n for a second thought she had seen some sharp enough teeth that could ripple through her skin, or anyone’s for that matter.

Fred often refused to smile big because he never knew when they would be out. Sometimes when he least expected they were out because someone smelled really good, and almost all the time he couldn’t tell when they were out because they’re sharp feeling was something he was use to already. So he didn’t even notice her prolonged stare on his mouth, or even that his teeth were out. When he probably should’ve know that they were because she smelled absolutely divine and it was almost impossible for him to get any control next to her.

After he left y/n was left to her thoughts. It’s weird really, she probably should have looked at those teeth and just put in her brain that he had sharp teeth and a beautiful white and brilliant smile. But sometimes her mind got the best of her and of all the books and things she loved to read online about werewolves, vampires, and just all the other stuff that no one believe it existed, and she sometimes tried to put in her mind that they actually didn’t, but other times, she liked to think somewhere, they did, and that, she didn’t know how, brought her some comfort.

Seconds before Philip interrupted her thoughts, she made herself put in that head of hers that she was just overthinking and things like vampires wouldn’t exist.

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y/n was finishing up the last touches of her outfit, the minutes for Fred to arrive coming closer and closer. She decided on something casual and simple since she didn’t know where they were going. She silently prayed it would be somewhere cheap because she wasn’t swimming in rich money to eat at places where plates costed more than god knows what.

So the pair of black skinny jeans, along with a her favorite t-shirt and some snickers would have to do for today. Oh and a jacket, she tended to be very picky when it came to cold.

Although the thoughts of yesterday had gone to the back of her mind they hadn’t completely disappeared, and she didn’t even know why she was thinking about this so much and why Fred. Although other small things Philip had told her until know just made a lot more sense if she looked at him as a vampire and not as normal human. But she didn’t had time to let those thought fulfill her mind again because Fred was here. She knew because the door bell rang and she hated to leave people waiting so she picked up her stuff faster and run to the door.

“Hi.” y/n said, a cute smile on her face, she was messily putting her bag over her shoulders.

“Hi, you look cute.” Really Fred? Cute? Of all the things you could’ve said?

“You look very handsome yourself”. She laughed a little, and thanked all the universe that he had also chose a more casual look that looked way to good on him, and did things to her that she shouldn’t be having for someone she knows for such a little time. But the way the shirt hugged his body, those hands that just looked so muscly and how his jeans hugged his legs and how all of sudden his things looked way to appetizing. Well, y/n was in for a hard time.

And Fred… he also in for a harder time. Because he knew immediately in that small amount of time what he was doing to her because he could smell her. And he was not talking about only her blood. He was talking about the pool of wetness that was forming in her panties, right in front of him. The venom was there again, threatening to leave his fangs, his control almost leaving him.

He had to block all those thoughts before he regretted what he might do. Why, why did she have to smell that good? Why now? After all the time he’s had on this earth, why now? When he’d learned to contain himself.

“Ready?” y/n’s voice took him out of his moment, he streacthed his hand out for her to take and when she did he nodded.

“yes, hope you don’t mind, but I chose the place where we’re going.”

“Not at all, may I know where?”

“It’s a surprise.” He winked, after she closed the door they both went to his car. y/n knew that it wasn’t in town, because otherwise they wouldn’t be taking his, may she had, very extremely expensive car. Entering it even felt like the biggest sin ever, she felt way to weird riding something like this.

Although this clearly wasn’t the biggest sin she had committed and she for sure had ridden way dirtier stuff. She wanted to laugh because of what her brain was picking up. Fred noticed.

“Everything alright?” That’s when she finally looked at him, and the way he had one hand on the stirring wheel and his hand on the gearshift, and how his muscles flexed every now and then because of he changed. She clenched her thighs.  Her smell only intensifying even more.

“Yes- yes everything ok.” She made herself look way, trying to avoid and think to much on the stickiness that was in between her. “Can I know where we’re going now? I mean I know it outside of town.”

“Smart little thing you are, no?” He joked, looking at her for a brief second but the way he retained information was enough for him to know that way the sun hit her face in just the perfect way making her eyes stand out, and her skin be has shinny as his would if he wasn’t wearing things that made him not shine in the sun.

She shivered, only that small name made her tingle all over. If this man wanted to forget lunch and just do it, she, well she wouldn’t mid would she? He was just that good.

“We’re going to the mountains, it’s close but far enough that no one had to know our business.”

She looked out the window, seeing that was the path they were taking. This only confirmed what Philip had said about Fred being a very private person. How he didn’t want people in town to know they were going out. It didn’t hurt her. Actually she was relieved, y/n loved the place she lived in but people talked and sometimes they tried to guess things way out of their league and ended up making rumors that were far from the truth. So, them going to the mountains, was good for her.

She had heard of the restaurant up there, she knew it was expensive but she could take in that type of expensive.

They actualy talked for the rest of the way, both finding it very easy to speak with each other, like they were friends their whole lives. It was easy to look at Fred and want to talk to him, know more about him, it was like he was enchanted and was this person, a brilliant one at that, that just made everyone fall in love.

And Fred? Fred was able to look at y/n outside of a food type of way. He didn’t always looked at her like that, he didn’t always let his animal side come out. But her blood was powerful and sometimes it was hard. But now, in this car and with the way she talked to openly to him about her family, about her work and what she loved the most Fred found his frozen cold heart feel something else. It was like an electric shock, it looked like it was only for a brief second but he could have sworn he felt his skin heat up.

How weird was that? A cold vampire with warm skin? Jokes. Total jokes. But it felt like that. And his hands almost felt sweaty. They were things Fred had last felt a long time ago, when the blood in hum ran in his veins, when he could feel warmth and could blush. It was things he swore he could have forgotten the feeling.

He knew nothing of what he was thinking was happening, but somehow his brain was picking up on those things again.

Fred had become somehow closed when it came to love. He didn’t have a wife, nor a girlfriend in his human time, but he was in love… she was just always out of reach. And Fred had to become what he was today, with a broken heart, knowing he would never love. Because, the rumors were true, vampires were soulless. That’s what Fred had made himself believe even after some vampires he had known along the years had told him otherwise. Vampires who had find they’re soulmates.

Fred had lost his hope a long, long time ago. So this now was just probably a way of his body reacting to her blood. A way of coping that is.

When they arrived, Fred made sure to take up a faster pace than usual but trying to hide his super speed so he could take the role of gentleman and opening the door to her. Some things, even after all this time living on earth, were part of him. He tried to let some things of his time go, try not to be so modest, and in somethings he managed.

But opening doors, and making sure the person he was with was well taken care of? That was something that would always stuck with him. He knew now a days not everyone had that way of acting. They just wanted to get someone to bed.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Weasley.” y/n said in her teasing tone, squeezing the hand he had gave her. He rolled his eyes playfully trying to hide the way his cock twitched in interest in his jeans. When she went in front of him to enter the restaurant he took a few seconds to get himself together.

He asked for the table with the best view, that ended up with them in the balcony that had a beautiful view to everything below, including their town that now looked so small.

“This is beautiful.” y/n stated, putting her bag in the seat next to her and straighten her jacket, because it was breezy outside.

“It is.” Fred was looking at her, although she was still looking around. She just looked ethereal really, angel like, he was lucky she had even said yes to this lunch. It didn’t took them a long time to have what they had asked for in the table. Fred opting for something light. It was now that he was regretting having suggested this because he had to eat and would probably leave him sick. So his best plan was to distract y/n while she ate and maybe she wouldn’t notice he hadn’t touched the food.

It was going well, he made sure to ask some for stuff about some things she had mentioned while in car. About her family, about were she studied, what she liked to do in her free time. But when she finished and was ready to ask for some dessert she noticed he hand’t touched his food.

“Are you ok?” Her voice was filled with worry, she was so distracted sharing things about herself with him she barely noticed his food. And now she felt guilty all over and her eyes had a different look to them.

“More than ok, I just realizes I didn’t want this. Don’t worry I’ll eat something else.” He smiled a little and the hand she had close to him he squeezed in a gentle gesture. She felt his cold skin touch hers. If hers was cold how could his be cold her? She wondered for barely a second, but then justified it with him probably being very cold.

“You’re also very cold, are you sure you’re not getting sick?” her voice still had the same tone. “maybe we should go.” She said ready to get up and pay, so they could go.

“I’m ok y/n, please sit.” He laughed a little seeing how worried she was. His heart could’ve skipped a beat if it wasn’t frozen.

“No.” She stood her ground. “I’m gonna pay and we’re going home, you’re getting sick.” They was she was speaking in that moment was so dominant that Fred couldn’t help getting hard. He was avoiding, thru all the little twitches he gave during the time they had been together, getting hard and he had managed until now. She was worried sick about him and here he was getting hard over it, because well, he wasn’t anything close to sick. It was who he was, she just didn’t know that. But maybe, just maybe he could get on a little about this. He was actually enjoying having her worried sick.

Fred followed her, but did not allowed her to pay. He did tho allow her to drive his expensive cat, because she was focused on the road he was focused on her. He had his head resting back and turned to her, how, unlike him, she had both hands on the steering wheel and only took one when she had to change shifts. Otherwise they were both there, that showed Fred that she didn’t have as much confidence driving as he had, and she was more scared of anything happening than he was. She also had a frown on her face, her features still showed worry.

he looked at her thighs, the way they looked so appetizing in those jeans and how all of sudden thoughts of his fangs biting thru them made him readjust in his seat trying to find a positing where his hard cock wasn’t visible. He had to fight the want in putting his hand on her leg and squeeze it.

y/n realized half way there if she was even ok with her going to his house. But when they got to town and he said to go to his she got the conformation that maybe it wasn’t bad after all. Maybe it was ok. And well her frown had disappeared for a while when she had to take in how everything around her looked. It was so modern and slick, it was amazing.

Fred, on the other hand, was actually getting a little sick, because hiding his hard on was becoming even more difficult. He was starting to feel his body ache, and shivers prickle in his skin. He now looked actually sick. When she took a notice of that, she hurried to his side.

“Oh poor boy, here.” She said, letting him support himself on her, which wasn’t what he needed. He needed her touch yes, but in other way. He was a moaning mess by the time they arrived at the elevator to then get to his house. He didn’t’ even know what had gotten into him.

Never, had he felt like this. He was ok always when he was horny, he was never like this. This achy feeling, his cock somehow already leaking. How had she not noticed it? Fred couldn’t bring himself to have coherent thoughts in his head. All he could think and smell was her. And she was everywhere now. She was right there next to him feeling all of his senses, his house would smell like her. The thoughts he had about her in the last week would be even more vivid not that she was there.

He was a whiny mess. When she managed to open the door to his house she didn’t have time to take in everything around her. The closest she managed to bring him was his sofa, that she for moments realizes was a dark blue color, almost royal.

“Fred.” She called gently, now that he was laying down on his sofa he had let his eyes close, he was trying very hard to get is head straight. To think rationally and not do anything that might ruin him. Or her for that matter. “Fred, come on let me help you.” The gentleness in her voice, his hands in fists to make him stay in that position and not abuse anything. He opened his eyes a little, a small smile on his face, she had a pillow in her hand and he got his head up a little so she could put it underneath is head. “I’m gonna go find something you can take.”

Fred couldn’t speak, so he couldn’t tell her she would find zero things around his house for him to take. He was a vampire and he they never got sick or needed any of those human medicines. But now, in the state he was in he was reconsidering everything in his life and trying to pull up any thought of anything he might’ve read that would explain this.

Well, he… he did remember once his creator had explained to him what this might be. It was a weird thing that rarely happened to vampires. If the need for blood was to much, they could get to a point where they were a complete mess. Fred knew she had created this. Her blood was to much for him and he should’ve known, he should’ve pushed her way from him. He should’ve stopped when he could’ve, but he didn’t. And now here he was, hard like a rock, his cock leaking in to his boxers and probably his trousers too, he couldn’t tell. All because her blood her smell her touch had brought him to a breaking point.

“Fred I didn’t found-“ She stopped mid sentence, because from the place she was coming she could see it clearly. The dent in his trousers. She had taken a lot more time because she didn’t knew his house and he could barely speak to explain everything to her so she had to manage on herself. She looked in the bathroom she had found, but nothing came up. He moaned a little louder now, turning on his side and them on his belly, his cock rubbing against the material oh his jeans and helping him getting some relief. The movement of his hips got a little faster, y/n was at lost for words.

She had so many ways she could react to this. She could leave and let him take care of it alone. She could stay and try to figure out what he had and she could also stay and help. Somehow her brain was yelling that the last option was the best.

“Shit, y/n.” If she had any doubts, the moan of her name made the decision firm in that option. She walked slow like any sudden movement was gonna scare both of them. She kneeled next to the sofa, she brought on of her hands to his face and moved it so he could look at her. “Fuck.” He shook, his whole body starting to get rigid because he was so, so hard and achy that any movement brought him close the edge, and then her touch just made him a whole lot more close.

“You have to tell me Fred, what is wrong?” She knew he was hard she had seen it and now knew he was trying to find some kind of relief, but she was lost, she had mistaken the signs for him being sick, and he was… just horny? Very much at that.

“Fuck, please.” His voice was low, almost sub like, his eyes closing his movements becoming faster, he was gonna bring one of his hands to cup himself truh his jeans. She stopped him before he could do that.

“Please what, baby?” Her hand caressed his fingers slowly, every fiber in her body now almost matching his, like they were synchronized, made for each other. Her body starting to match his, in pleasure and adrenaline.

“Please, I need you, so bad, please.” His voice was raspy Fred had lost himself completely, to the point where his fangs were out, right there in front of her, and his brain couldn’t pick up on it. But y/n, she still had some coherent thoughts and she picked up on it. But she wasn’t scared. Her body telling her to trust him.

One of her hands came to stay on his face and the other that had his hand in his let go of it and grabbed his cock thru the jeans and she squeezed it hard, a loud moan leaving his mouth.

“Does it feel good baby?” Her voice was so gentle, and Fred was so lost in himself that anything she said or do, only brought him closer to the edge. He nodded. “Words, please.” She asked nicely, since she could very much see how lost in pleasure he was wasn’t doing it on purpose.

“It does, please, I beg you.” His voice was breaking into moans and whines and his hips came to meet her hand, trying to find his release. She smiled, taking the hand that was on his face of, and coming to help her other hand open the zip of his pants. And she didn’t waste to much time teasing him because she knew he needed this. She pulled his pants down along with his boxers, letting his cock spring free. He was red, and hard and he was veiny to. y/n felt her mouth water, he was beautiful. Now being on his side his cock rested in one of his flexed legs, even the slightest touched making him feel overwhelmed.

y/n didn’t waste any time taking him in her hands, stroking him first in a slow and gentle manner to get a feeling and grip of his cock. He almost shouted at how it felt.

“F-fuck.” He opened his eyes to look at his cock, her warm and soft hand gripping him so good he felt his stomach tighten and his orgasm so, but so close. “Thank you.” His voice was low, and raspy because he was feeling he was loosing it. y/n increased the speed of her movements, her hands massaging his cock all over, from the base where she squeezed a little more and then back to the top, keeping the pressure almost the same until she hit the head of his cock, where she would engulf it a little more, seeing his legs tremor and his mouth open in pure bliss.

“So close aren’t you lovie?” She had such an adorable look and at the same time so dominant and Fred was feeling so many things that this moment would forever be engraved on his mind. “You weren’t sick after all were you?” He shook his head the best he could, she had her hand at the head of cock pressing her thumb on the little whole where his cum was gonna come out of way to soon. “You just needed a little attention, baby boy just wanted someone to touch him.”

“You.” It barebly came out of him, y/n look at him, they locked eyes and they way she lowered her head to meet the head of his cock all while mantaning eye contact, he lost it there. As soon as her lips envolved his head and the rest of her hand massaged the base of his cock he was a gonner. He came so hard his vision went white, his whole body got rigid, but somehow his toes kept moving almost like little spasms. “Only you.” He managed to get out, mid orgasm, one of his hands somehow finding her face to caress it.

y/n swallowed every single drop he gave her, she milked him dry, sucked him all thru his orgasm. All while taking in the sight he was, how he looked so but so beautiful that her pussy tingled with just the look of it. How she could cum from just looking at him.

When he was sensitive, she moved away, bringing one of her hands to her face to clean the bit of cum that was threatening dropping to her chin. She collected it in her finger and brought it close to his face. “taste it for me baby, you taste so good don’t you?”

He opened his mouth the best he could, a vampire had so much strength and barely needed any sleepy, barely anything could tire him. But here he was, lost of words, tired but in a pure state of bliss. He involved her finger in his mouth and sucked on it, tasting himself. y/n felt the velvety skin of his mouth and how those sharp teeth she had thought about since yesterday, were scratching at her finger, but never once hurt her.

Fred was astonished with himself how he could have done that and not bite into her. Although tired that desire was still there, so present in his mind. She pulled her finger out and rested her hand on his tummy and gently petted him.

“Did so good for me too didn’t you?” She came closer to his face and finally what she was also thinking during this, came to happen. She kissed him. It was a deep kiss where she felt sparkles happen all over her. Her hand fisting around his shirt and she moaned into his mouth. Fred had been so lost into his pleasure, the post orgasmic bliss that he had forgotten that she was had been wet for had long had he was hard and had his cock twitching. She, in that state that made humans even more vulnerable, had taken care of him.

Shit, she really was something else. He went to get up, still kissing her but she stopped.

“No, you don’t have to.” She said, looking at thse beautiful eyes, where she could get lost so many times.

“I don’t, but please, I want to.” She was still on her knees on the ground next to the sofa so when Fred sat down on it he was taller than her and all of a sudden, y/n who had been dominant moments ago, felt all that power get taken from her just by the way he looked.

“You also did so good to me baby didn’t you? Sucked my cock like the good girl you are, went around the house looking for medicine to make me feel better… but the only thing I need is you.” His hand came to pet her face, his thumb on one side and the rest of his fingers in the other and he squished her face a little. His fangs came out of his mouth for the first time, the pointy tip meeting his bottom lip. The realization hit him but somehow instead of panicking, he gave a devious smirk, because he could hear her heart beat speeding up, the blood in her veins running faster, going to meet the little bundle of nerves between her legs that was aching to be touched.

y/n wasn’t scared, she realized finally that Fred wasn’t like her, but in this moment, right between his legs, his cock that had soften starting to get hard again, she couldn’t care less. She needed him so bad. Her cunt so wet that she knew when she took her panties that her wetness would drip down her legs.

She nodded. “Words y/n.” he was more dominant in the way he was speaking than she was. She was soft, and he although still soft and caring had a different way of speaking. She felt her spine tingle and came to rest her head on his thick thigh her look lingering a little bit to long on his cock and then look at him in the eyes.

“Yes daddy.” Fred groaned, one of his hands coming to pull at her hair.

“Up you go then little girl, come and lay here.” He patted his other hand next to the big space next to him, given his sofa was so big, and y/n was about to find out cozy too. She did as she was told. “But take your jeans and panties first beauty.” She nodded, her trembeling hands coming to do just that.

“The shirt and bra too, daddy?” She asked a little low, she was feeling so many things too, she couldn’t wait for what Fred was thinking of doing. He nodded. She was fully naked in front of him. The first thing he looked at was her wetness, he could see it dripping down, but before he even looked, as soon as she took her panties the smell hit him like a thousand things. If it was strong before, it was now consuming everything in him.

She laid down and Fred turned to his side, kneel and opened her legs moving himself in between them. He looked directly at her pussy for a few moment and then at her perky rigid nipples.

“You just wanna be touched don’t you baby? Just as desperate as daddy was for your touch.” Fred referring to himself as daddy had her clenching her pussy around nothing, Fred noticed and one of the hands that was on her thights keeping her legs opened came to graze at her pussy. He touched from her clit to her entrance where he rolled his index finger around, spreading her wetness all around. He then brought that finger to his mouth and sucked on it, the sight making y/n moan.

“Please, daddy I was good. Please touch me.” The desperation in her voice made Fred feel pitty for her. He nodded and came to lean down on it. y/n was about to get her pussy eaten by what she possibly thought was a vampire, and she should be scared and run, or stop this and ask so many questions, but she felt this immense trust for Fred and that he would always stop if she asked, if she needed and he would never do anything she didn’t feel comfortable with. His face was so close to her pussy and he didn’t waste any more time and sucked at her clit. His fangs giving a different kind of touch that her screaming in pleasure her legs threatening to close around him, but one of his hands kept one of the legs where it was before, the other came around his shoulders.

She was so wet, she didn’t think she had ever been this wet with a man. She usually found herself never releasing when she was with a man. They had all but forgotten and negletected her during. She usually only got to come when she was by herself or when she was lucky to have a beautiful girl laying with her. So being with a man and being so wet without any foreplay was astonishing to her. Fred was alternating his mouth movements between gentle and more harsh suckles on her clit and small little pecks and kissed that had her clit tingle in pleasure. y/n was a complete and whining mess, both her hands coming to meet his hair and pulling at it hard. Fred moaned into her and that only made her belly tighten in pleasure.

The two fingers that where now inside of her where moving fast, the only sound in that room besides y/n’s loud whines moans and whimpers where the wet splashing sound that were coming from the wetness of her pussy, that was now a mixture of her juices and Fred’s spit. He pushed his face away and looked at her his mouth was as messy as her pussy. His face and chin covered in her wetness and her spit. The coldness of his touch in her contrasted so well with how warm and velvety and squishy she felt and it was all too much. Her orgasm was so close and the pressure felt so… so different, it was like it was pulling al her muscles and wanted to just explode all over.

“Come on baby, I can feel you squeeze my finger good, gonna cum for me aren’t you? Gonna cum for your daddy.” His voice was like a melody to her ears. “Fucking soake me baby. Give me all this sweet honey I know you have.” His fingers curled right on her spongy spot, she screamed his name and her body tensed. He lowered so his face was close to her pussy again and went on to suckle at her clit again, and the way her pussy was being touched by Fred, how he knew what to do and where to touch her, in just the right placeshad her orgasm splitting her open inside.

Her hands threaded his hair in between her fingers and pulled at it hard, and that only had Fred moan into her, making her orgasm all more intense. Her vision was so blurry and her hearing had a piercing noise that she only heard sometimes and never during this time.

She was so lost in herself that she wasn’t seeing what Fred was seeing, her juices hitting his face, wetting him all over, his fingers coming out of her to rub at her clit feverishly only intensifying it more and he pushed back so he could take in all of her, the way she had now her eyes close and moans of his name were coming out, come low others a little higher and how her juices started to decrease and she started to shake and tremble and her hips trying to get way from his touch letting Fred know she was very sensitive. So he stopped, he put both his hands at her thighs so they had to stay open, and she couldn’t close them like she was trying to do.  He felt her shaking beneath his touch.

“Fuck- I- daddy.” She couldn’t master up any thoughts and her hands that weren’t on his head no more, were squeezing her breasts, finding some conform in that gesture. Her nipples still hard and unplayed with, but Fred knew what he was doing.

“Are you too sensitive baby? Or can you take my cock?” He asked gently, caressing her things very smoothly too and letting small kisses along her bare legs.

“I can take your cock daddy, I’m a big girl.” She opened her eyes finally, and  that’s when she finally looked down to see the mess. The shirt he still wore now see thru because her orgasm had made it that way. All wet. Her thighs also wet and his face just like that too, but the smile on his face didn’t let y/n be embarrassed because, well she took it that he liked it. And she had liked it very much also. Fred shuddered at her words, his cock rock hard again and coming to meet his stomach. He was so big and thick and y/n just couldn’t wait to feel all of him.

“Please.” She asked lightly, and took one of his hands in hers and pulled him to her. Fred took his other free hand to his cock and positioned it to her entrance. He looked from her they meet, from where his cock scratched at her pussy, at her cute little clit, to look at her, her mouth opened, a whine leaving it.

He sinks in slowly, not only because he cared for her, because he knew he was to much for her to handle if he just went fast and hard, but because Fred cared and although he always cared for the people he slept with, he cared differently for y/n. The girl he knew for so little while but that was making his heart feel some kind of way. A deep groan leaves his throat, his cock coming to sit snuggly against her smooth walls, his balls fitting snug against her ass. The hand that had been on his cock came to rest next to y/n’s head to give himself some leverage and the other hand now free came to play with  one of her nipples, pushing it and rolling it in between his thumb and pointer finger. She clenched deliciously around him.

He back up his hips after he feels she’s a little use to his size and then comes to meet her hips again, the slow yet hard movement made both of them moan. He was so big, now inside her felt even bigger than when she touched him with her hand. She could feel the vein that ran up along his cock caress her walls and along with that the pure look of pleasure he had in his face was making y/n a moaning mess again.

Fred kisses y/n, her tongue rasping around his sharp teeth and the feeling had her whimper into his mouth. He pulls out a little faster this time and came snapping against her again, the force of this had his pelvis coming to meet her clit, the extra pressure and sensation had her legs quiver hard.

Fred was fucking her now hard and deep, his other hand on her nipple came to the other side of her face so he could gain more force and speed and his head lowered down do his mouth met one of her nipples, the one who still hand’t gotten much attention and proceeded to get it all wet and messy with his spit, sucking on it while also moaning against it, because y/n was squeezing him hard, and spasming around him. He knew her orgasm earlier had been strong, squirting always made people extra sensitive after, and he knew she was more than usual, and that also having her nipples played with was even mesmerizing.

All the little nerves in her body are on high alert, feeling and letting her know another orgasm approaches, how her hands come to find Fred’s face and pull him in for a deep kiss, their tongues fighting for dominance, his hands becoming fists around the cushions on his sofa. His legs also threatening to give out, because he also had a strong orgasm earlier and he was closer than he would like to admit.

She has to pull herself way from him because her orgasm hit her like a truck, she was expecting to last a small while longer, but all of sudden everything came crashing down on her. The orgasm again strong, she shakes and quivers all over, her hands squishing Fred’s face strongly and her mouth wide open, whimpers start to leave her mouth again

His movements never stop, now that had come, Fred could chase his own orgasm better. He continues, he fucks y/n thru her orgasm, one of his hands comes to her throat and squeezes it. y/n smiles the best she can and turns her head to the side exposing her neck to him. The orgasm still pumping thru her veins, and the vein in her neck prominent, he could see the blood passing in them.

“Bite me.” She said low, if Fred didn’t have that hearing he could’ve sworn it would have pass him. His body almost gave out on him. He felt himself ask low ‘What’.

“Bite me.” She repeated again, with one hand taking the one that was still around her throat but kept her position. “Please.”

“y/n..” Fred started but she didn’t let him finish.

“I’m giving you consent, bite me.” Her pussy squeezing his cock and the request had Fred at the brim of his orgasm and then when he lowered his head again, his lips brushing against her neck and his fangs that had been out all this time and full of his venom came to bite down on her skin. The sweet honeyed flavor of her blood was something that made Fred feel his body relax and just… well Fred didn’t even know how to describe what he was feeling.

y/n screamed, it felt like a sharp, sharp pain in her skin, but then after a few moments if didn’t hurt anymore, it did sting a little, from what she thought was his venom entering her system.

That’s how Fred came, with her pussy spasming around him, sensitive from the two strong orgasms he gave her, him, also sensitive because this would be his second orgasm and from her taste on his tongue, on his mouth and her smell everywhere. He moaned close to her, and right after he hit the top he pulled way from her, licking at the two small marks his teeth had left and it healed.

y/n was now a little lost, he made sure to only drink enough to sustain him, but he had still drunk her blood so she was a little limp.

“Thank you.” Fred said gently, caressing her face and kissing her lips gently.

y/n was trying hard to find words, feeling a little loopy, but still there none the less.

“You’re welcome.” She yawned. “But you have a lot of explain to do.” The both laughed, Fred scooted y/n over a little so they could both fit on the sofa and pulled a blanket that was usually there to just be, but now it would cover and warm y/n.

“I will, I promise. Thank you for trusting me.” That was the last thing y/n remember Fred say before she fell into a deep sleep, snuggled into Fred’s chest.

[crowdedimagines]

Worse Days - Aaron Hotchner

The faint dripping of water pulls me back to reality. The same sploosh happening over and over. Minute after minute. I pull my eyes open blinking, forcing them to focus. The swaying back and forth, left to right, doesn’t help ease the dizziness I feel.

“Looks like your girl is finally up.”

I look around, searching for the source of the voice.

“Wake up, sunshine!” He finally sits in front of me, taking my head in his hand. His fingers are coarse and strong. He forces me to look him in the eyes, his grip tight on my cheeks. He tilts my head to the tripod over his shoulder. The red light on the camera blinks back at me.

“Smile for the camera.”

This is not at all how today was supposed to go…

Twenty-Two Hours Ago.

“Alright, we’re looking at four women, murdered and found on the beach in Miami. All from different classes and backgrounds, but similar age groups” JJ hands us each our files.

“He takes them for three days, before brutally dismembering them. The morning of the fourth day, the woman is always found.”

“He takes risks. Each of these women were taken from high traffic areas.” I comment.

“There’s more.” Garcia suddenly takes over.

“He also sends a live feed to the family of the victim.” She reluctantly pulls it up on the TV, a live feed of the women pleading for their lives. Saying their goodbyes.

“He’s definitely a sexual sadist. He finds pleasure in knowing that families are watching their loved ones last moments.” I clear my throat, pulling my eyes away from the screen.

“That’s what he gets off on.” Derek agrees. “He likes knowing that there’s people in distress on the other end of the camera.”

“Wheels up in thirty.” Hotchner simply says before excusing us all.

As soon as we land we start the process to find the unsub. It begins with all of us splitting up and going to the scenes where the bodies were found. All of them were ditched on the beach, early morning before anyone was out.

We get nothing from the populated beaches other than sand in our shoes.

We sit down and look at the profile and determine the man is bold and try to analyze the footage we have from the previous victims. Penelope is trying to find any identifying marks from the videos to see where they come from. Based on the way he treats the bodies, we’ve determined he’s likely a white male in his early thirties. 

“It looks like they’re on a boat.” I say, we’ve been watching the videos on an endless loop. Trying to catch any new details. 

“The camera is steady.” Morgan argues, looking at the TV now too.

“But look at her hair, it’s moving when she’s not. It’s like the rocking of a boat.”

“It’s possible considering he’s ditching them on the beach.” Reid comments. 

“That’s why no one sees him dragging a body all across the beach. He already had them on a boat.” Ross puzzles together. 

“The most recent body was found this morning, that means he’s going to take his next victim tonight.” Morgan says.

“We should visit where each of the women were taken. Try and get an understanding of how he was able to do so in such populated areas.” Hoctchner announces, “Prentiss and Morgan, go to the grocery store where Hannah Lane was taken, Y/n and Spencer, go to the parking garage where Amy Bryant was abducted and Rossi and I will go to the last two locations.”

We all nod and go off in our separate directions. Spencer and I get in the car and drive to the parking garage where Amy was taken. We drive around until we reach the second level and get out.

“Even for a parking garage, it’s bold. It’s packed with cars on this level. Anyone could show up at any time.” I look around.

“You’re right, they could.” A voice calls out behind me before everything goes dark.

Present time.

“Morgan, you owe me twenty bucks. I told you it was a boat.” I stretch out my neck that has a kink from hanging loosely while sitting up in the chair for so long. It feels heavy, like I’ve been in this position a long time.

The man in front of me rolls his eyes, huffing loudly.

“You picked the wrong girl if you were counting on me melting like puddy in your hands. You forget that I know exactly what you want. You want the tears and the begging.”

“Trust me. You’ll get to that point.” He smirks. “They all do.”

He leaves the room, loudly pulling the door shut behind him as he goes.

“I promise, it’s not as bad as it looks.” I plead with the camera, knowing that my team is on the other side of it. I can only imagine what they’re all feeling. We’ve had close calls with team members, it’s not any easier to be in their position right now. You feel helpless. 

“Definitely on a boat, but I think we’re just at a marina or a pier. I can hear seagulls, we aren’t rocking that much.”

I lean forward as best as I can while still being tied to a chair. There’s a small window along the ceiling allowing me to see blue skies.

“It might be a ship. I’m above sea level, I can see the sky.” I try to give the team as much information as I can possibly gather. Anything could help.

“Sorry that’s about all I have right now to help.” I look around the bare room for any other details that could help, “I think I have a concussion, and maybe a cracked rib. I can’t take a deep breath.”

Suddenly the man comes back in, just as quickly as he left, he takes the camera in his hands.

“That’s all of your Y/n time today. You should get to trying to find me, because I am going to have a lot of fun in the meantime.”

Back with the team at the Miami police department...

The feed cuts out leaving the team in silence and shock.

“There’s nothing we could’ve done. We couldn’t have known-”

“We could have waited.

Spencer looks down at the ice pack in his lap. As if the guilt wasn’t eating away at him enough before. He also received a concussion. Only he woke up on the ground, relatively nothing compared to the person he was sent out with.

“There was no way for us to know that the unsub was going to come back to visit the last scene of the crime.” Emily defends. She can see the pure anger in Aaron’s eyes. Completely unwavering, and only focused on getting Y/n back to the team.

“But that’s the thing. He wouldn’t, that’s not in his MO. He moves on to his next target. Once he kills these women he feels nothing, it’s all in the buildup, he feels nothing at the scene of the crime.” Rossi says, thinking out loud.

“Y/n helped JJ talk to the press. The unsub could have seen her then. It’s likely that he would follow the case, especially once it was announced that the FBI had joined the case.” Spencer rapidly explains.

“She’s the right age, she fits his type.” Rossi nods.

“So, he sees her as more of a challenge. He’s escalated. He knows that she is a higher risk person to take.” Emily comments. 

“Y/n, said she’s on a boat.” Morgan says, bringing up the clue that Y/n gave them before the feed cut out. 

“We’re in southern Florida, there’s thousands of boats within just a hundred miles of us.” JJ sighs, looking around to the group around her.

“Four thousand, seven hundred and fifty-two within 75 miles of here.” Spencer pipes up.

Hotchner cuts him a look. Still trying to find anyone to blame, but himself. He’s the one who sent her in to that parking garage. 

“Garcia, can you locate her based on the feed the unsub has sent us?” Aaron asks, looking at the plain black screen, hoping to see it come back on so he can see the girl behind the camera. 

“No sir, he’s using a different routing server, just like he did with all of his previous victims.”

“Y/n is not a victim.”

---

It takes some time while the team continues to try and work out locations and who the unsub could even be. He wasn’t afraid to show his face on camera, which makes things a little more difficult. He has no record, making Garcia’s life a little harder. 

The TV in the conference room lets out a crackle before the familiar room comes into their view. Everyone sets down what they had been working on and halts all conversation. It’s been several hours since we’ve seen anything from him. Y/n has been gone for eleven hours at this point.

“Welcome back to the show!” The unsub grins. 

He moves out of the way to finally put Y/n in the frame. She’s hunched over, she doesn’t look as good as she did before. It’s evident that things have changed off camera. 

“His name is Nick.” Y/n mutters, picking up her head as best as she can. “He’s five ten and approximately a hundred ninety pounds.” 

“Don’t you learn to shut up?” Nick pulls back on the hair at the back of her head. In doing so it reveals new bruises that have taken home on her. 

“Baby, we talked about this. No more sharing with them, or else you know what happens.” Nick brushes her hair out of her face now. 

“This is his dads boat.” Y/n looks at the man who has taken her with spite in her eyes. It seems in his hours spent with her, he hasn’t learned that Y/n doesn’t like to be told what to do. And that she’s tougher than she looks. 

He lands a sharp fist into the side of her head and takes a step back. He lets himself take a deep breath, trying to gain control. He doesn’t want to kill her yet, that would be over too soon. Now he can step closer again, he lets one hand wrap around her throat, halting any oxygen of reaching her lungs.

He waits for Y/n to start to struggle in her chair before he lets up. 

“You just don’t like to learn, that’s okay. I’ll fix you.” Nick takes her hand, which is still tied to the arms of the chair she’s sat in. He pulls her pointer finger with care, before sharply pushing it straight up, breaking it. 

“Garcia-” Y/n picks up her head struggling to fight against his hands, she’s coughing now still trying to gain her breath back, “You don’t need to see this. Please. Turn it off.”

“Of course, Y/n is the one being tortured and she’s worried about other people.” Morgan turns away, himself unable to watch this continue. Listening to Y/n’s screams and shouts are going to be enough to stick with him. Rossi forces himself to watch the girl he’s grown so close to since joining the team, brutally tortured in front of him. 

Everyone on this team has love for this girl. She’s managed to worm her way into everyone’s life in some way or another. Y/n always knows exactly what each person needs, and she meets it. She holds the team together when they’re all falling apart. If anything were to happen to her, it would destroy them all. 

Especially Aaron. As reluctant as he would be to admit it, this girl has wormed her way into his heart. Different to everyone else on the team, though. He saw her beauty and kindness. It was hard to him to imagine a woman ever entering his life like Haley did, but Y/n did it with such grace, and without even trying. Y/n helped him out with Jack when he needed it, and made them meals when Aaron just needed to catch a break. She didn’t even need a thank you, it was just part of her.

Without even trying, Y/n became his person and all he can think now is that he never got the chance to tell her, never even got the chance to thank her, and that he won’t let happen.  He wants to see Y/n’s face in person, not bruised and bloody through the screen on the wall. He needs to get out to save her.

“Garcia, does that help you narrow your search.” Hotchner asks their tech who is still on speaker. 

“We’ve got twenty-two Nicks with boats in the Miami area.” She explains. 

“What about Nicks who have wealthy fathers? Or boats that weren’t originally in their name.” Spencer asks. 

“That leaves me with one. Nick Hoffman.” Garcia cheers, “Sunset Harbour on 1928 Sunset Harbour Drive” 

The team takes off without a second thought, quickly trying to save their girl. They manage to get there in record time and find the boat with success. Y/n was right, it’s more like a ship with its size. 

“Morgan, Rossi, work your way around the main levels and then below. Emily and I will lead the upper level.” 

The team takes off to clear the boat. It took a few empty rooms until Emily finally opens the door to where they are. Nick holds a knife to Y/n’s throat. He’s essentially using her as a shield, ducking behind her. 

“If you take one more step in here, I will slit her throat.” Nick shouts. 

“We don’t want that to happen.” Emily negotiates, Hotch finally stepping into the room. 

“Hey! I told you guys not to move!” He presses the blade down tight against Y/n’s neck while she lets out a shudder. 

“Let her go.” Hotch declares. 

“I want a deal.” Nick grovels. 

“Men like you don’t get deals.” Emily says, her eyes trained on him and all of his movements. 

“Not even for your precious Y/n’s life?” He grins, looking down at the girl below him now. 

“Go to hell.” She mutters as best she can., 

“Maybe killing you would be worth it.” He smirks, “Then we could go out together.” 

“I’ve got better plans.” Y/n throws her head back into Nick’s disorienting him enough that Hotch has a clear shot, and he takes it. Nick’s body falls and Emily kicks his knife out of reach.

“Get me out of this chair.” Y/n shakes, squirming to get out of the spot she’s been constrained to. “Get me out of here, please.” 

Hotch and Emily both holster their weapons and rush to help her. They quickly untie her and when her legs fail her, Hotch scoops her up. He quickly walks her down the stairs and doesn’t stop once he reaches the dock, he takes her all the way up to the ambulance. 

Without hesitation, Hotch gets in with her. There isn’t anything that could keep him from leaving her now. 

“Wow, that was a dramatic ending, huh?” Y/n grins. 

“You can’t seriously be cracking jokes about this now.” He sighs. 

“I mean come on, aren’t you going to even ask how I figured out his name was Nick? I figured it out when he ow-” 

Y/n cuts herself off when the paramedic starts feeling her ribs to see which are cracked and if any are broken.

“Y/n, we can talk about this later.” Aaron smiles. 

“Am I hallucinating? Is it the lack of oxygen, because you’re smiling.” Y/n comments, finally turning to look at her boss who has a smile that she knows he saves for Jack. 

“You’re back. That’s reason to smile.” 

They make it to the hospital to find out that Y/n has a concussion, one broken rib and three cracked ribs, and one broken finger. Not to mention the trauma to the trachea. 

“The gangs all here.” Y/n smiles, noticing Garcia has flown down to join the group. Everyone has been gathered in the room since everything settled down, “What are you doing here?” 

“Y/n, you were kidnapped.” Garcia states, still in shock, “You could’ve died.” 

Tears fill Penelope’s eyes and Y/n opens her arms from her hospital bed for a hug, which she easily accepts. 

“Ehh, I knew you guys would find me.” Y/n grins. “I’m fine Pen, I’m getting discharged in the morning and we can all go home.” 

“Yes, speaking of, we should all get some rest. Especially Y/n.”

Slowly, the rest of the team clears out, giving hugs on their way. 

“Not taking your own orders?” Y/n asks, noticing her boss making himself comfortable on the small couch in her hospital room. 

“I don’t think I could leave if I tried.” Aaron admits. 

“And why’s that?” Y/n asks, carefully turning to lay on her side to face him. 

“Because I love you.” He confesses, “I have for a while now, and it’s alright if you don’t feel the same, or if my position with this team makes you uncomfortable. I just don’t think I can go any longer without you at least knowing.”

“You love me?” Y/n asks, her voice cracking. Aaron finally has the courage to look over and she has tears in her eyes. 

“Yes.” He clears his throat, “The way you have become a part of my life, and Jack’s for that matter. You bring so much light with you everywhere you go, even after a day like you’ve had today. You manage to still be the brightest person I have ever met.”

“Please don’t make me get out of bed to kiss you, because I think I would crack another rib.” Y/n sighs. 

Hotch lets out a soft chuckle before getting up from his spot. 

“Only if you promise to go to bed after this, you need rest.” 

“Promise.” 

He leans down to connect their lips, it’s soft. Y/n can tell that he’s being gentle with her. She reaches up a hand to thread them through Aaron’s short hair, using it to her advantage to hold him there and pull him a little closer. They pull away eventually, Y/n stealing one more peck before fully letting go of him.

“Ok, maybe I’ve had worse days.” 

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AHHHHHH my first time writing for criminal minds! i hope you guys liked it! 🥺

[nessinborderland]

Be Mine (03)

Pairing: Niragi x Reader / Chishiya x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Omegaverse

Word Count: 4.8k

Summary: You were able to stay unbounded throughout your life. You didn't want an Alpha; you didn't need one. You would rather die than to give yourself to some random male. But the man that saved your life thinks differently.

Warnings: Alpha/Omega, Dubious Consent, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Finger fucking, Rough Sex, Rough Kissing, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Breeding, Pregnancy Kink, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Drama, Developing Relationship, Past Abuse, Scars

Notes: Would like to thank everyone that has been liking, reblogging and commenting on this fic, I see ya’ll and I love you. It means the world to me <3 I’m so glad people are liking my lil Niragi work. My dm’s and ask box are open if you ever feel like saying hi and/or scream over stuff in general with me lol. Enjoy!

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You had woken up to an empty bed the next morning. You had laid there, staring at the ceiling and rewinding every moment of the last twenty-four hours in your head, over and over. How things had changed so fast. How so much had happened already. You didn't know if you should feel sad or relieved by Niragi's absence; you weren't sure if you wanted to face him after what had happened last night. You still remembered the look in his eyes, his promise, how he made you feel. It was all so...overwhelming.

A week has passed without you speaking with Niragi. You barely caught a glimpse of him beside the occasional moments where you see him from afar with his group of militants, usually coming from or going on raids. You tried to talk to him on several occasions, but he was out of sight before you could get close enough. You also changed rooms after that first night, and part of you was hoping to see him barge in to take you back to his room. But it never happened.

He is avoiding you.

That or maybe he is usually that busy. Either way, you don’t like how this whole situation makes you feel. Yeah sure, maybe you aren’t exactly being the most approachable person either, but you are...scared. This is all so new for you. His scent has practically disappeared from your skin, and you can feel yourself getting restless again. Especially when he is close.

You don’t see him, but you can feel his eyes on you. You can smell the peppermint in the air every time he is close. You usually walk around the hotel alone or just stay in your bedroom. Walking around by yourself is nerve-wracking; the constant whispers, the stares, the way people either avoid you or get way too close to you. But you can feel him always close by, watching you.

Chishiya.

You honestly don’t know if you should feel safe or afraid. Afraid that he will use his influence as an Alpha to take you as Niragi did the first time you met. At least Chishiya hasn’t tried hunting you down yet. Even though stalking you around like a cat chasing a mouse isn’t much different.

You’re now in a car with Ann, exhausted, wet from head to toe, but alive. Another game where your skills were evaluated; another game where you won without particularly impressing her. You always feel like you’re alive out of sheer luck and the help of others. It bothers you more than you dare to say. You have already been evaluated in games of Clubs and Diamonds, and you’re sure you would be dead if it wasn’t for Ann and the other players.

You can’t understand how people can be so smart at these hell games. Yes, you were successful at solving the riddle that allowed you to win the game of Diamonds, but since when was that impressive? You would still have been eaten by that shark in the game of Clubs without everyone else’s help.

“How are you holding up, Kenji?” you ask the young man sitting beside you. His arm is bandaged with a t-shirt already drenched in blood and his face is pale. He turns to you with a half-smile.

“Alive, thanks to you,” he says, moaning in pain when the car rides over a bump. “Thank you for that, by the way. For coming back for me.”

“It was the right thing to do.” you shrug with a smile, “Besides, I almost got eaten too.”

You can feel Ann’s eyes on you through the rearview mirror. You wonder what she’s thinking. It’s like you’re back in high school, waiting for an important evaluation. You hate it.

The car finally parks in the Beach’s parking lot and you get out, helping Kenji to his feet before two men come to take him to the infirmary. You’re walking away to get inside when Ann calls your name.

“A lot of people wouldn’t have done what you did,” she says. “That was brave of you. And stupid.”

“Uhh, thanks?” you stand there awkwardly as she seems to assess you through those big sunglasses of hers. “I just-”

“What do you see in him?” she asks after a pause, interrupting you. “You have nothing in common.”

You don’t know what to answer; shared interests and personality traits are not exactly what attracted you to each other. You shrug, “Wolf things I guess.” It’s not exactly something easy to explain. You also would rather not give it too much thought.

Ann hums, shaking her head. “Just be careful,” and walks away before you can even think of an answer.

You’re about to make your way inside when the sound of tires screeching makes you look back. The militants arrived from the games. You instantly see Niragi as he gets out of a vehicle, and you desperately want to approach him. He makes his way to the entrance at a fast pace, rifle on his shoulder as he’s followed by the rest of the militants. His pace falters when his gaze falls on you, but he doesn’t stop as he passes by you without a word.

“Niragi!” you’re calling before you can think twice.

He stops in his tracks, making everyone behind him stop too. More than twenty pairs of eyes lock on you as you stand there, heat growing on your cheeks. Why the hell did I call him, you think to yourself before clearing your throat.

“Hmm, could I speak to you? In private?”

He sighs. “I can’t right now. I’m going back out,” he says in a dismissive tone. You can’t help but notice the dark circles under his eyes; you worry if he’s been getting enough sleep lately. “We’ll talk when I get back.” and with that, he turns his back on you and walks away, followed by his group.

He’s definitely avoiding you. You wonder why; was it all the rejecting? Maybe he finally realized you are more trouble than pleasure. Maybe he regrets his promise to you, made in an inebriated state?

It was your disgusting scars, a mean voice in your head whispers.

You flinch. Whatever it is, you hope that he will at least be straightforward and honest with you. Eventually.

You try not to overthink it as you get to your room and go straight to the bathroom, getting rid of your wet clothes before jumping in the warm shower. The thing you probably like the most about the Beach is the showers. That and the good food; there’s always a tray of delicious meals delivered to your room three times a day. You can definitely get used to those small luxuries.

You finish your shower just in time to receive your dinner tray. You eat your meal in bed, a book you found while outside laying open on your knees as you take occasional spoonfuls of your rabbit stew. The sound of laughter and loud talking makes you frown for the third time in half an hour. One of the things you dislike the most about the Beach; the constant partying.

You give up on the book and decide to sleep, hoping that your exhaustiveness will win against the noise of your next-door neighbors.

It does not.

You’re knocking on their door moments later. A man opens the door, clearly beyond drunk, if his breath and slurred speech are anything to go by.

“Could you guys please keep it down?” you ask. "I'm trying to sleep." The man stares you up and down with a smirk, and you give a small step back.

“Yo, guys guess who came to pay us a visit!” he says behind him. You can see three men sitting at a table, playing what you guess is poker, several beer bottles scattered around them. You think you recognize one of them as part of the militants. Maybe coming here wasn’t a good idea after all.

“Isn’t that Niragi’s bitch?” “Ask her if she wants to join us!” is what you hear them say above the laughter. Yes, bad idea. You put your arms around you, wishing you were wearing something more besides your cotton shorts and Niragi’s shirt.

“Listen, just keep the noise to a minimum, that’s all I’m asking.” you quickly say before turning around to walk back to your room. A hand grabs your arm before you can take more than a couple of steps.

“Why don’t you join us?” says the man. His friends stand behind him, a look in their eyes that makes you shiver with apprehension. “We could show you a good time.”

“Thanks but no, thanks, I’m just trying to get some sleep.”

“You can sleep here, we don’t mind.” he retorts with a pull to your arm. “C’mon-”

“Haru, this isn’t a good idea,” warns the guy you had recognized. “She’s with Niragi.”

Haru laughs and pulls you closer, ignoring your struggle. He sniffs your hair. “Then he has been doing a shitty job at fucking her.” he pulls at your shirt, “Isn’t this his? She doesn’t smell like an Alpha at all,” he chuckles, “And didn’t you say that he ignored her today? I don’t think he’ll care if we get his sloppy seconds.”

“Let me go!” you pull your arm from his grip and face the taller man. “Niragi is not here to kick your asses, but I am.”

“Oh look at this, the little Omega has claws!”

“So do I.”

You freeze. So do Haru and his friends.

You smell him before you see him. Peppermint and rain.

You turn around to see him a few meters behind you, standing casually with his hands in his pockets. He looks bored; like he’s just passing by and there’s an inconvenience on his path. But his eyes…

“Chishiya-”

“You aren’t very smart, are you?” he interrupts, walking slowly towards you. “Harassing an Omega when there’s an Alpha around. It’s not acceptable back in the real world, what makes you think it’s acceptable here?” his eyes flash with something you recognize. You also notice the golden ring on them, giving them a more animal look. “Now you can either let her go or-.”

Haru releases his grip on your arm and takes a step back before Chishiya can finish his sentence.  

“We didn’t do anything to her, man,” he says, hands raised. The man trembles slightly, eyes cast on the ground. “We were just messing around, that’s all.”

Chishiya chuckles and nods, “Of course, of course. Just remember what can happen if you mess with her again.” one of his hands leaves his pocket to scratch his neck, almost mindlessly. You gasp when you see the claws, the changed hand. “I would hate to get blood on my white hoodie.”

The men scatter back into their room without another word, tails between their legs. You stand there looking at him, involved in his scent. After more than a week without an Alpha, having him so close is not doing you any favors. His presence is unmistakably wolf, his scent stronger by his show of dominance. He barely had to try; Betas just instinctively know not to mess with Alphas. You start feeling hot, and you curse yourself; please not now.

“Are you okay?” his voice gets your attention.

“Uh-hm, yeah I am,” you stutter a little, “Th-thanks for the help.”

He takes a few steps closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours. You feel hypnotized; like you’re under a spell. He smells so good, and you’re so horny, and he’s the only thing making you feel safe now. You think of Niragi for a moment, until your wolf pushes the memory aside with a huff; Niragi is not there, you’re still unclaimed, and there’s an Alpha right in front of you.

You jump into his arms before you’re able to overthink things even more. His arms envelop you as your lips touch, and you feel that amazing electrifying sensation every time you touch an Alpha. His lips are soft on yours as he kisses you. His hands are surprisingly warm against your skin.

“Alpha- ” you moan into the kiss.

“Bedroom,” is all he says as he pulls you with him to your room. His lips are still on yours as he closes the door with a kick before making you lay down on the bed. His body covers yours in an instant, his hands roaming your body while his lips suck the skin of your neck. Even his kisses make you feel pleasure, and you whine as his hands go under your shirt to fondle your breasts. “Your skin is so soft,” he whispers with a pinch to your nipple. “I have been wanting to touch you since I first laid my eyes on you.”

“I- I want more,” your pussy clenches around nothing as you feel him hard against your stomach, “Please, Alpha...more,” you don’t care about how you sound. You just want that sweet release only an Alpha can provide. Niragi’s face shows up in your mind’s eye, but you ignore it; he wasn’t there for you when you needed it. Chishiya was.

His hands move to untie your shorts, sliding them down your legs to uncover your wet cunt. He sits back on his heels, hand on your thigh as he stares right at your naked core. He’s more expressive now than you’ve ever seen him before; his eyes burn with lust, his bottom lip between his teeth. You whine as he stays still, pushing your hips up; you want him to fuck you, not to stare at you.

He chuckles and licks his lips. “Open your legs wider for me,” you immediately do as he says, craving his touch. His hand slides lower until his fingers are tracing your slit in up and down movements, making you moan and instinctively close your legs. “Open,” he says with a glance at your face before leaning over your center. His breath is warm against your swollen clit.

You shiver as he flicks his tongue over your sensitive bud; it feels so good, and you want more. Your hands grip your pillow as you moan in time with his licks, almost letting out a scream when he sucks on your clit. No man had ever touched you like that; they were all inside you and over after a few minutes of thrusting. Even Niragi had gone straight to business. But fuck, does it feel good.

“Chi- Chishiya, oh my god- “ you manage to say before you’re interrupted by two of his fingers entering you. They curl inside you as his tongue keeps working wonders on your clit. You can feel an orgasm growing, toes curling at the pulling sensation in your core. You’re so close. “Please keep going, don’t stop.” you practically beg as he finger fucks you.

He stops.

You open your eyes with a displeased grunt to catch him looking at you, lips glistening with your juices. He smirks, “We’re just getting started,” he says, pulling you by the legs so your center is pressing against his crotch. You moan again at feeling him hard against you with only his swim shorts in the way.

You sit up to undress him off his hoodie, something he lets you do as he devours your lips. He suddenly pulls you up against him until you’re practically sitting on his lap. You grind against him, trying to put out the fire inside you. His mouth kisses down your neck to your breasts, without fully undressing you. You try to take off the shirt, but he makes you pause.

“That’s his shirt, isn’t it?” you nod and he huffs out a laugh, unbuttoning the first buttons only, “Keep it on,” he says before closing his lips around a nipple. You close your eyes and just enjoy the sensations he provides you. Your mind goes back to Niragi; how his tongue piercing felt against you as he sucked on you too, or how his hands never stopped pleasuring you. You almost grunt in frustration at the memories; he doesn’t matter now.

“Alpha, I want you inside me,” you beg as you keep grinding on him. It’s starting to feel like torture. Your hands slide down to work on his shorts, “Please...please.”

“Easy there,” he chuckles, pushing you back down on the bed. “We have time. Be a good girl and stay still,” he says as he gets rid of his shorts in a swift movement, now completely naked in front of you. You glance at his cock, hard as wood in between his pale thighs, a bead of precum sliding from the tip. Your mouth waters; you desperately want him to fuck you, you think as your pussy clenches around nothing.

You open your mouth to say something but hesitate, trying to follow his command. You wonder how can an Alpha have so much self-control; he should be deep inside you by now. It’s beyond frustrating. He finally covers your body with his, and you smile at the sensation of his skin on yours; it feels so good. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you kiss him with ferocity. It hurts how much you need him.

You finally feel his tip at your entrance, and then he’s inside you with a sharp thrust of his hips against yours. You scream at the sensation; so warm, so full, so unbelievably pleasurable. His thrusts are slow but firm, each hit of his pelvis against your clit making you see stars. His face goes to the side of your neck, and you feel as his teeth graze the skin, sucking and biting; right over the fading marks Niragi left on you a week ago.

“Go faster,” you whine as you push your hips up against his. You want him to fill you up to the brim; like Niragi had done. “Please Alpha, fill me up. Make me yours.”

He doesn’t say anything, but his pace gets faster, and you finally hear him make a sound since he started fucking you. His face is still hidden in the curve of your neck, but his hands clasp around your thighs, pulling them up until you’re practically folded in half. You finally feel him deeper, hitting your g-spot as his shoves get gradually harder.

“Tell me how much you want me to knot in you,” he grunts against your ear. “Tell me you want me.”

“I- I want you,” you whine. “I want you to knot in me, and fill me up with your cum. I want you.”

He kisses your jaw, thrusts getting even faster. You can barely think; all you want is to come and for Chishiya to do the same inside you. You want to feel him as he shudders, hear him as he moans and you milk him dry. His hand goes to cradle your cheek, and you finally see his face as he locks eyes with you; his white hair sticks to his neck and forehead due to sweat, and his eyes are more gold than the usual dark brown. However, an uncomfortable realization sparks in you; there’s only lust in his eyes. No care, no adoration, no imitation of something resembling love. Nothing like Niragi’s eyes had looked at you. Your wolf pushes those thoughts aside once again, and you close your eyes as you focus on the man currently thrusting in and out of you. He’s what matters now.

Your orgasm hits you like a wave, toes curling behind his back as you clench around him in pleasure. You feel him as he comes too, hands squeezing your thighs with enough force to leave a bruise. However, you gasp when you feel him pull out with a hiss, and he finishes spilling on your belly and breasts.

You lay there as he finishes with a grunt before laying down beside you, both of you panting furiously. The fog in your brain soon evaporates, and you have to control the impulse to run out of your own bedroom. Why do you keep doing this to yourself? First Niragi, now Chishiya. All those years of self-control wasted. They meant nothing. You were just pushing back the inevitable; the day you would be claimed with no real ability to even choose by who. Your wolf doesn’t care, but you do. The last thing you want is a relationship like the one your parents had.

But you still ended up fucking two different Alphas in a week; it’s not like you have a choice.

Chishiya moving beside you pulls you out of your thoughts. He’s looking at you with his usual expression; cold and with a pull at his lips that gives the impression there’s something that only he’s smart enough to understand. It annoys you just a little. You guess it shows on your face because he’s full-on smirking as he sits up.

“Feeling regretful, are we?” he says as he retrieves his shorts, putting them on, “I figured you would.”

“Then why didn’t you stop me?” you say in a low tone, sitting up with a moan. His come sticks to your thighs and runs down the skin of your breasts and belly. You sigh when you notice it stained Niragi’s shirt too.

“Why would I?” he shrugs, putting his hoodie on, “I can’t control this thing much more than you do. Besides- ” he says, shooting a glance at your torso, “Thought it might be fun.”

You furrow your brows at him. “This isn’t about me, is it?” you ask. Things kind of start to make sense now; his constant presence near you, the shirt he wanted you to keep, “This is about Niragi.”

His eyes lit up with something like amusement. “If I get to claim an Omega while pissing off Niragi then I’m doing something right.” he starts walking towards the door, “Don’t misunderstand though; I will fight to claim you when the time comes.” He closes the door behind him.

What have you done? You feel a sudden urge to cry, but push it back; you are done crying about this. So you just let a few tears fall before standing up and heading to the bathroom, wanting to get cleaned up as soon as you possibly can. You groan when you see yourself in the mirror, covered in love bites and cum.

You wonder how Niragi will react when he finds out; because he inevitably will. It wasn’t unheard of Alphas to fight to the death over an Omega; you just wish that isn’t what is about to happen. You don’t think you can live with that.

You step in the shower for the second time that night and vigorously rub your skin, trying to erase any and every sign of Chishiya off your body. Mission impossible, of course; his scent is still all over you as you get out of the shower. Next, you try to clean Niragi’s shirt. At least that one still smells faintly of cinnamon and wood.

As you should too, remarks the voice in your head.

You barely sleep that night.

You feel like a zombie the next morning and, as per usual, you stick to your room. You’re particularly into avoiding people today. Well, two people. So you keep to your room and jump between reading, to napping, to overthinking until you get a headache and then fall asleep.

A sudden knock on your door wakes you up, and you notice it’s almost night outside. You trip on your way to the door, opening it to reveal Chishiya on the other side. You scowl and move to close the door in his face, but his foot stops you.

“What?” you ask.

“We’re in the same group tonight,” he says, raising a piece of paper. “And before you say no, remember that you’re still under evaluation.”

“I have enough visa days,” you say, forcing the door on his foot. He doesn’t budge. You sigh and count to ten. You can do this; just another game. “Fine. But tell Ann that after this I’m only going out when I need to.”

You grab your jacket and get out, following Chishiya. You don’t say a word and neither does he. Your body feels his presence though, and you’re sure he can smell it in you. Smell himself in you.

You get in a van with your group, a bunch of people you faintly recognize but know no names. Chishiya seats right at the front, and you cringe as everyone else in the vehicle clearly knows everything that happened between you two. You hear Niragi’s name being whispered around, but try to ignore it, focusing on the road outside as you drive around looking for a game.

“Look there!” someone exclaims.

Koishikawa Botanical Garden.

The whole place is completely dark as you walk through the main gate, the familiar sound of the barrier closing behind you making you tremble with apprehension. A sign at the front says no weapons allowed, and you watch as two of the people in your group leave their weapons behind. Not really a good sign.

A single street lamp casts light on a table right next to the reception. You follow your group as they approach the table, but your attention is focused on your surroundings. You remember being there as a kid; hard to imagine that the beautiful open space full of trees and flowers of every species is now a game arena; a place of death. You wonder what exactly is the game that awaits you.

You focus your attention on the table, retrieving a phone and staring as it does the facial recognition thing it always does. It’s apparently a big game; there are already more than ten people waiting to play, and at least fifteen phones are still on the table.

You sit on a park bench while you wait, bracing yourself against the chilly night air. Chishiya is leaning against a street lamp right in front of you, and you know he’s staring, even though it’s dark and he has his hoodie up and covering his eyes. Your mind keeps rewinding the last twenty-four hours and you try to focus on something else with no success. If you’re not thinking about that, you’re thinking about the imminent game; both make you want to cry and run.

People slowly keep coming in, and you notice as the phones vanish one by one that the game is almost at its full capacity.

A sudden ruckus at the gates snaps everyone’s attention to the entrance, and you swear your heart stops as you see Niragi running in your direction with the most terrifying expression you’ve ever seen on him. He looks furious. Absolutely terrifying.

“I’m gonna rip your fucking heart out!” he screams as he gets closer. You notice his eyes are locked on Chishiya. His eyes; they aren’t human. Neither are his hands, now curved into claws. The other man doesn’t seem scared in the slightest; on the contrary, he looks like he’s having fun.

“Niragi, don’t- “ you scream as he lunges himself at the shorter man. Chishiya is fast though, swiftly dodging the punch before kicking Niragi in the stomach and stepping away.

Niragi huffs and doubles over before standing straight with a growl and trying another swing at the other man. Two men that got in with him try to corner Chishiya, but he just dodges them like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

“Not so bad without your gun, are you?” asks Chishiya in a mocking tone.

“With or without a gun, I’m still going to fucking kill you.” Niragi growls, “You fucked with the wrong wolf.”

Chishiya huffs a laugh, “Actually,” he says with a smirk, nodding in your direction, “I fucked the right wolf.”

Niragi’s eyes finally lock on you, and it’s like he’s seeing you for the first time. Only now his eyes are filled with something that resembles betrayal and pain. You hate it. You look down, trying to make yourself small; you don’t want him to look at you like that. Never.

“I’ll deal with her later,” he says in a cold tone, and you can’t help but flinch. He approaches the table and retrieves the last phone, eyes still on you. “Now I- “

You’re startled when cheery music starts playing all around you and the big screen you hadn’t noticed at the roof of the reception lits up.

“Registration has closed,” says a feminine robot voice, “The game will now commence.”

You look at your phone as it lits up.

Difficulty, Ten of Spades.

Game, “Akazukin: Red Riding Hood.”

Next Chapter

[hopelesshawks]

We already talked about this in dms but like👀 Keigo and a female reader that he thinks is just all cute and shit. But nah she’s actually one of the best dancers in japan and specializes in badass and sexy dances

I went down such a rabbit hole picking out the choreo for this for zero reason 💀💀💀 but man am I here for it. For those curious what I pictured writing this it’s this dance at time code 7:27 choreography is by Jojo Gomez

It’s an 18+ one y’all, minors dni. Warnings for dom/sub dynamics, mention of reader having a vagina, fingering, hand jobs, light edging, light nipple play, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, minor praise kink

“So when are you finally gonna seal the deal with (y/n)?” Mirko asks Hawks one day as they walk their usual patrol route. It’s a quiet day and quiet days always made Mirko more likely to pry. “Seal the deal?” Hawks asks. “Y’know... Do the devil’s tango? Make the beast of two backs? Teach her the birds and the bees?” Mirko teases, wiggling her eyebrows and crowding into his personal space. Hawks rolls his eyes hard and shoves her out of his space, not that it deters her. “It’s not like that,” he tells his nosy friend but she just scoffs in response. “Don’t play like you don’t want to get all up on her, Hawks. You go to that cafe she works at every night after your shift and I’m pretty sure you don’t even like coffee,” Mirko points out. “I like coffee,” Hawks retorts mulishly. “No you don’t.” “Drop it Mirko.” “Oh c’mon! It’ll be easier if you just admit it.” “Fine! She’s adorable, you happy?” Hawks finally huffs, red tinting his cheeks. There’s a beat of silence before Mirko responds but it’s not quite the response Hawks is expecting. “Wait you think (y/n)... is adorable?” Mirko asks. “What do you mean? She is!” Hawks replies defensively. “Relax tough guy, adorable just isn’t the word I’d use to describe her,” Mirko shrugs. “How else would you describe her? She always seems kinda sleepy on her shift and she wears those big oversized sweatshirts,” Hawks elaborates but Mirko continues to look confused by his assessment of you. “Have you never seen her dance before?” Mirko finally asks. “She dances?” Hawks responds.

In Hawks’ personal opinion, Mirko’s reaction is over dramatic. She had stopped in her tracks and stared at him as if he’d sprouted a third head or announced an early retirement. “What?” he asks, even more defensive than before. Mirko heaves a sigh as if Hawks’ ignorance is her greatest source of disappointment. “I forget sometimes you live under a rock, Jesus Christ. We really do need to talk about you getting out more for things other than work and creeping on the sexy dancer barista you have a crush on. Why do you think she’s so tired every shift?” Mirko asks in disbelief. “She’s a student isn’t she? I assumed school stuff!” “You really are hopeless.” “Hey!” “She has rehearsal before her shift dummy, she’s tired from practicing.” “How do you know so much about it huh?” “Well for starters her group has literally won competitions so jot that down. And two we follow each other on Twitter.” “Why do I even ask you things?” Hawks laments. “Shut up, I have an idea,” Mirko suddenly grins. “Oh god, what the fuck are you planning now?” Hawks groans. “I think we should pay (y/n) a little visit during rehearsal, don’t you?”

Hawks follows Mirko through the halls of the university rec center with a growing sense of dread. She looks mischievous and that’s usually a sign that Hawks is going to regret whatever he just signed up for. After they round a final corner, Hawks can clearly hear music coming out of a room down the hall labeled rehearsal room B. Hawks and Mirko push through the door right as the song stops and immediately Hawks realizes that this was a mistake. Gone is your oversized hoodie, instead you’re in just a pair of sweats and a sports bra, covered in sweat and chest still heaving from whatever dance you and the two other girls with you had just done. Hawks should’ve just ignored Mirko and waited to look up one of your dances on YouTube in the privacy of his own apartment. “Hey (y/n)!” Mirko calls out cheerily even as Hawks mentally curses her out for dragging him here. Your gaze snaps over to the two of them and immediately you break out into a wide grin, the same one Hawks had been fawning over as cute and precious for the past several weeks. “What are you two doing here?” you ask as your friends grab water. “We were in the neighborhood and I remember you mentioning you rehearse around this time so I figured why not swing by?” Mirko replies and god does Hawks hate her right now. “You guys have perfect timing actually, we’re working on something to the song ‘Ride’ by Ciara and it would be really great to get an outside opinion on it. Would you guys mind sticking around to check it out? I promise it’ll be quick the other girls have something right after this,” you ask the two pros, giving your best puppy dog eyes. Hawks wants to politely decline, he’s having enough trouble keeping himself in check as it is thank you very much, but before he can Mirko is already agreeing and he doesn’t have the heart to shut things down when you look so excited. “Ah amazing!! Ok! Just sit at the front of the room and be our audience!” you beam and Hawks is helpless but to comply.

Hawks’ eyes trace over every inch of your body as you start the music and then get into the starting formation of the dance. Hawks can tell the moment you’ve focused in on performing your choreography because your whole demeanor and energy shifts. It’s commanding and confident and very, very sexy. He’s starting to understand Mirko’s reaction to his earlier description of you because the woman he sees before him now? Well adorable doesn’t quite fit the bill anymore. He’s already half hard in his work pants, much to his chagrin. What would the tabloids say if they knew he was getting this aroused in public? It’s not exactly befitting of the number two hero considering he’s supposed to be a role model for future generations. But could anyone blame him? The way you move your body and swing your hips is mesmerizing. At one point you slowly roll your body down to grind your hips to the floor and it’s impossible for Hawks not to imagine you using that same precise control to grind down onto his dick. He tries to focus on the music instead in hopes it will help him calm down but it only takes a second for him to realize the song is painting the very same image he’s trying desperately to clear from his head. He’s almost positive Mirko is smirking beside him but he can’t focus on her, you’ve captured the entirety of his attention.

Then the chorus hits and Hawks is really in trouble. You’re singing along. You’re singing “they love the way I ride it” and making direct fucking eye contact with him while you swing your hips in a slow, sensual grind and how can he not react to that? His wings flare and puff out instinctively, his cheeks going red, and his dick is now fully erect and leaking precum into his boxers. It would be mortifying if he weren’t too focused on your every move to truly remember his surroundings. Eventually the song ends and even though Mirko stands to go compliment you and your friends on a job well done, Hawks stays rooted in place. He doesn’t dare move as his painfully hard cock twitches in his pants. Sweat drips down your neck and god he wants to lick it off you so goddamn bad he barely even notices you saying bye to Mirko and your friends until the door is shutting behind them.

Hawks hasn’t even fully registered that the two of you are now alone in the room before he’s coming up behind you and wrapping an arm around your bare torso. You open your mouth to ask what’s up with him when you suddenly feel his erection against your backside. “Tell me you don’t want this or I won’t be able to stop,” he all but growls against the shell of your ear. “What if I do want it though?” you ask breathlessly as you shamelessly grind your ass back against his throbbing dick. The moan that crawls its way out of his throat in response is guttural, he genuinely can’t think of a time he’s ever been more turned on in his life as he wastes no time spinning you around to face him and pressing you up against the wall. “You knew what you were doing didn’t you?” he asks before dropping his nose down to run along your jaw. You shudder as he licks a long stripe up your neck, delighting in the salty taste of your sweat. “Maybe?” you hedge at first but then he bites the column of your throat hard enough you’re sure it’ll leave a mark and you can’t help but whimper. He draws back to look you in the eye, his pupils blown so wide they’ve almost completely consumed his golden irises. “Don’t lie to me little dove,” he warns. “I may have gone a little harder than usual because you were watching me,” you admit and it’s apparently the right answer as Hawks all but chirps his satisfaction before leaning down to press a bruising kiss to your lips that has you melting. One of his hands slides up to grasp and squeeze one of your breasts but even that is not enough for him and in the next moment one of his feathers glides in to swiftly cut your sports bra off entirely. You’re about to protest but the words die in your throat as Hawks starts pinching and twisting one of your nipples. “Does that feel good little dove?” he asks and all you can do is let your head fall back against the wall and nod your approval.

Hawks takes advantage of your head’s position to resume leaving marks on your exposed neck as his free hand snakes its way into your sweatpants and panties. As his fingers finally reach your dripping sex you feel him moan against the sensitive skin of your throat. “You’re so wet for me already,” he notes as he slowly slides a finger inside of you. “Want you, need you,” is all you can keen as he drags his one finger torturously slowly inside of you. “Want me that bad love?” Hawks teases and your answering nod is almost frantic as he inserts another finger and takes careful note of the way you squirm. “Use your words,” he commands. “I want you so bad Hawks please,” you beg but even as he uses his thumb to lightly brush against your sensitive clit he still doesn’t budge. “I don’t know, you were so naughty teasing me so much in front of Mirko and your friends. Do you understand how turned on I was?” he asks but you can only whimper in response. You jerk your hips forward in desperate search of more friction or movement or something but all that accomplishes is Hawks using the hand not currently buried inside you to hold your hips still. “I want you to feel how turned on your little show made me little dove. Can you do that?” he asks. “Y-yes,” you moan before obediently reaching one hand out to feel his hardened length through his pants. God he’s so big, and it only emphasizes to you how much you want him inside you. “Not gonna get much done from there, little dove, don’t be shy. I want you to feel me, feel the cock you’re so fucking desperate for,” he growls, slowly dragging his fingers in and out of you to emphasize his point. It’s so good but it’s not nearly enough so you fumble with the belt and button of his pants until finally, finally you can slip your hand past the waistband and into his boxers to grasp firm hold of his weeping cock.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to find a devastating rhythm, your hands moving in sync to drive both of you towards your respective climaxes. Your moans echo around the small practice room and it’s music to Hawks’ ears. You’re close, so close, right on the precipice of orgasm when suddenly Hawks is leaning in to whisper into your ear a simple command: “Stop.” His hand stops moving and then he slowly extracts his fingers from inside you. You whine at the loss, pussy desperately clenching around nothing but you obediently stop your hand's movement. "Don't look so disappointed, I thought you wanted my dick," Hawks teases. "I do, fuck, I do," you groan. "Be specific. What do you want?" "I want your dick inside me, please Hawks I'm begging, I want it so bad," you whine. What a pretty sight you make squirming and whining for him. Hawks thinks he could watch you like this forever but even he is starting to get impatient so he decides to finally give you what you want. He shoves his own pants and boxers down low enough for his dick to spring out of its confines, the head flushed red and glistening with precum. Meanwhile his feathers push down your own sweatpants and panties as you watch him with half-lidded eyes, eager to finally feel his hardened length inside you. He has you wrap your arms around his shoulders and places his hands on your waist. "Hop up pretty girl," he commands and you eagerly obey, allowing him to lift you and then wrapping your legs around his waist to further support you weight. "Ready?" he asks. "God, yes Hawks please," you groan as he lines himself up with your waiting entrance. Hawks complies with an almost feral grin, wasting no time in shoving himself fully inside you. You groan as his thick length stretches you open but the slight burn feels so good as he fills you up. "You're doing so good for me, baby. So good," he praises and you practically purr your satisfaction. "P-please. Move," you moan and Hawks doesn't need to be told twice as he begins fucking into you in earnest. All words are lost between the two of you, the only language you need being the moans, groans, whimpers, and whines the two of you pull out of each other. As he drills into you harder and harder you rapidly feel yourself once again approaching climax. "Hawks I'm gonna-" you start but he cuts you off. "Me too baby, hold out a little longer and we'll cum together ok?" he ask. "Ok," you whimper, trying so hard to be good for him. Just a few long deep strokes later he finally gives you permission to cum and almost immediately you cry out his name, clenching and squeezing around him as he tumbles into his own climax. His groan is long and low as he spills his seed inside you and you relish each and every moment of it.

As the two of you finally come down from your highs Hawks carefully sets you back down on the ground. "Shit," he swears. "You can say that again," you laugh breathlessly. "Maybe I should invite you to more rehearsals from now on," you joke. "I'd much rather you give me a private show at my place," he replies easily. "I think I can make that work." "Good." "When would you like your first performance?" "How about now? You were just bragging about how much 'they' like it when you ride it. Time to put your money where your mouth is." "I'd like nothing more."