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brywrites · 4 years

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Flight Risk VI

Summary: An answer to the age old CM question, “who’s flying the plane?” And the story of a pilot and a profiler. Part VI: In which things are lost and found and borrowed.

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The case is of a vengeful Cinderella is closed, but as they prepare to head to the airport, Kate isn’t feeling so well. Rossi offers to drive with her to a pharmacy to pick up some saltines and Dramamine, and the rest of the team heads to the airport to wait. Reid spots Y/N chatting outside the plane with Dobson, and he instinctively starts towards her. She must see him out of the corner of her eye because she turns to greet him, but before either of them can say anything a strong hand finds his shoulder, holding him back.

“Hold there, Pretty Boy. I wanna hear the details of your Prince Charming moment back there,” Morgan says.

Y/N raises her eyebrows and he can feel his face flush. “There’s um, not much to say,” he stammers.

“Spence, come on, you were totally prince-like,” JJ laughs. “Kneeling down on one knee with a glass slipper and everything?”

“A glass slipper?” Y/N asks. JJ describes, in detail, how he played the part of the knight in shining armor at the cemetery to get Claire Dunbar to leave with them. He’s embarrassed through the whole tale, but by the time JJ gets down on one knee to kiss Morgan’s hand as he did the unsub’s, he’s sure his face is scarlet. Y/N is laughing along the entire time at his fellow agents’ melodramatic reenactment.

“Anyways, it was all very romantic. He totally swept her of her feet. The poor girl fell for him in a heartbeat,” JJ says. For a moment, Reid tries to discern what Y/N is thinking. Her face is unreadable other than a bemused smile. Her body language tells him nothing. But he can’t help but wonder – hearing about his heroics in the field, would she be jealous? Hearing how he played Prince Charming for Claire and kissed her hand. Then he wonders if he wants her to be. Is he curious because there’s a part of him that wants her to want him? Is he secretly hoping that she’d feel slighted by any hint of romance towards someone else? And if he is hoping for that, what does that mean?

But Y/N just says, “I sure would have liked to see that.”

“Next time we’ll get it on camera,” Morgan teases, ruffling Reid’s hair. He swats his friend’s hand away.

“You know, I love a good fairytale,” Y/N says, turning to him.

“Well this one was more Grimm than Disney,” he admits, trying to push the memories of the men Claire killed out of his mind. The story is over now. No more dragons to slay. Kate and Rossi return seconds later and it’s time to go.

Y/N follows Captain Dobson up the steps of the jet, and he follows close behind her. Lost in his thoughts, he nearly loses his balance at the top of the stairs. Y/N immediately reaches a hand out to steady him. Her hand is soft around his. He holds tight, both to maintain his balance and to keep a connection to her. All his life he’s been uncoordinated, but he’s willing to fall over his own feet a million times if it means having the chance to finally hold her hand. With her help, he ascends to the top step, finally making it onto the jet. It strikes him, this sudden reversal of roles. Only a few hours ago he was offering his hand to a distressed damsel to lead her away, using his words to woo her. But now Y/N is the one coming to his rescue. She is steady. Confident. She doesn’t need anyone to save her. If she did, he’d be there in a heartbeat. But she’s saving him. Little by little. Maybe they’re saving each other. One thing is for sure – she sweeps him of his feet without even trying. Knocks him out with a single smile. Quite literally puts his head in the clouds. And that’s better than any fairytale.

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She’s turning the pages of Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, so taken by the story that she jumps when he calls her name. She turns to see him standing there, offering an awkward half-wave. Y/N can’t help but smile at the sight of him. His cardigans and ties are becoming familiar. He always looks more like a librarian or a professor than a special agent. Not that she minds one bit. The clothes suit him well, though at this point she’s convinced he’d look good in just about anything.”

“Is it good?” he asks, nodding at the book.

“Extremely. The prose is incredible and the narration is really unique. It manages to make a story so painful sound so beautiful. You can borrow it when I’m done if you’d like. I’m sure you’d finish it in a single flight.”

“It’s quite likely,” he laughs.

“So I hear we’re off to New Mexico,” she says. The flight is long enough that she could easily lend him the book now, but she knows the trip there will be spent reviewing case files and preparing for the work to come.

“Yeah, there’s five women dead already.” Spencer sits beside her on the bench. “The unsub seems quite advanced. It’s not looking pretty.”

“We’ve got to find you at least one pretty thing to see on these cases,” she says. It doesn’t seem right for him to travel across the country and return with nothing but memories of police stations and a handful of nightmares. She still hates the idea of ferrying him and his team to and from monsters. To and from danger.

He raises his eyebrows. “Oh? Like that coffee shop you found for us last weekend?”

She laughs at his pointed accusation. When they made plans she had insisted on visiting a new pop-up that Yeeqin had shown her on Instagram. The drinks were dreamlike pieces of art with cotton candy fluff, impeccable latte art, ombre iced teas, and donuts carefully placed over the rims of mugs. The line to order had been long, and the shop was crowded with people taking photos in front of the murals and installations throughout the shop. When they finally got their drinks, they were both disappointed to find they were more watery than the sad coffee found in police stations and tiny airports. The coffee didn’t taste nearly as good as it looked, especially for the pretty penny it had cost.

“Okay, okay,” she giggles. “You have a point. I will refrain from taking food recommendations from social media influencers in the future. But I’m sure I can find a nice bookstore or a garden or something worth paying a quick visit to in Santa Fe.” She pulls out her phone for a quick search. “Oh, like this bookstore! It’s called Collected Works and it’s lovely.” Suddenly she can smell coffee and the sharp spice of aftershave. Spencer is leaning over to look at her screen. She turns her head towards him and he shifts his gaze from the phone to her and she realizes how incredibly close he is. There’s only inches between them and when his hazel eyes find hers any words she had die on her lips. Lovely, is all she can think.

After mere seconds that seem to slip into eternity, she quickly breaks eye contact and looks down at her hands, her heart thudding loudly in her ears. “Um, but, uh, maybe there’s somewhere else…” she says.

“Oh my god, Reid, you are not going to believe what I saw this morning!” A cheerful voice calls out from across the hanger and Spencer practically leaps up from the bench. The voice is familiar somehow. A brightly-dressed woman is heading towards them surprisingly fast considering the height of her stilettos. Her shockingly orange dress matches the bright hue of her lipstick and the flowers in her hair. When she reaches them, her eyes widen, and a neon grin spreads across her face as she regards Y/N. “Oh! You have to be Y/N! You look just like Morgan described!”

Y/N’s eyes flicker to Spencer who gestures towards the newcomer. “Y/N, this is Penelope Garcia. Our technical analyst.”

Garcia holds out a well-manicured hand. “Technical analyst, internet goddess, and oracle of all knowledge. But tomato, tomahto.” Y/N stands to shake her hand. “JJ was right, you’re totally cute.”

Out of the corner of her eye she sees Spencer turn tomato red. She chooses not to question it and instead asks, “Why haven’t I met you before?”

“Well, usually when these crimefighters are flying all over to world to do their crimefighting thing, I stay hunkered down in my Quantico batcave ready to scour the interwebs for their every demand. But our creep of the week is particularly creepy – he’s hacking into his victims computers to stalk them and erasing almost any trace he was there. So I’m coming along for the ride to try and pull any data I can from their devices.” She grimaces. “Believe me I would much rather be staying put and calling them from my office.”

That explains why her voice is so familiar, she’s heard it in the background a million times as the team prepares for a case in the cabin.

“Well Captain Dobson and I will do our best to make the trip a little more comfortable. We restocked the galley and deep cleaned this weekend, so Geff should be in perfect form.”

“Oh my gosh I still love that our jet has a name. Geff is so cute. I’m never calling it the jet again.”

Y/N smiles. “Right? I feel like planes have a personality all their own. They deserve a name, too!”

“I feel the same way! I name all the things in my life, but none quite compares to Esther. She’s an orange 1975 Cadillac Eldorado and the one true love of my life.”

“An Eldorado? She must be gorgeous.”

“She absolutely is, and she drives like a dream. You should totally come take her for a spin sometime! If you can handle Geff you can totally handle Esther.”

“Hey!” Spencer protests. “You wouldn’t let me drive your car!”

Garcia rolls her eyes in mock annoyance. “See, calling her a car is exactly why I don’t let you drive her! Besides, you drove us to Comic-Con and your maneuverability did not exactly inspire confidence.”

“Well if you ever need a co-pilot for a convention, let me know,” Y/N offers.

“You’re into the con crowd?” Garcia asks.

“Please, I’m a total geek,” she laughs. “If it’s got a flying craft of any kind I’m in. Firefly, LOST, Doctor Who, Star Wars – you name it.”

“I totally love you,” Garcia declares, linking her arm through Y/N’s. “I love her!” she tells Spencer.

“Well I hope you have a little love left for me, Baby Girl,” Morgan teases, walking up behind them.

“Always, sugar,” Garcia throws back. She let’s go of Y/N’s arm but says, “We have to talk later.”

“Of course,” Y/N assures her, and she hurries over to catch up with Morgan.

“I didn’t realize you liked all those things,” Spencer says.

“Of course,” she laughs. “I guess it just never came up in conversation. We were too busy with books and stories. But I’m guessing you’re also a fan?”

He nods. “Although I’ve never seen LOST. Is it good?”

“Is it good?” she asks, incredulous. “It’s incredible. It revolutionized television. And it’s right up your alley. Mystery, psychology, recurrent numbers . When this case is over we are absolutely watching it together.” She only realizes after she says it that she’s practically inviting him over to her place. Or inviting herself over to his. Is that too much? They’ve been spending more and more time together, and she has yet to stop enjoying his company. If she’s being honest, she’s always looking for excuses to see him again.

“I would love to,” he says immediately. Relief washes over her. So it is okay. It’s okay that she wants more of these moments with him, that she’s trying to commit of these little conversations to memory for fear they’ll slip away and she’ll forget the butterflies she feels when he looks at her. And when Arthur calls her away to ready Geff for takeoff, the smell of coffee and aftershave lingers in her in mind long after she walks away from him.

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Three days later, the case is solved. The unsub is in custody. The victim is in the hospital with their family, where she will hopefully make a full recovery with time and with therapy. The Santa Fe sun is sweltering though. The team sits inside a small room at the little airport. The air conditioner is on full blast and everyone is sipping on water to stay cool. All of them are exhausted, and Reid wants nothing more than to take a long nap on the plane. Even Garcia is quiet. It’s a relief when Captain Dobson appears to inform them that the jet is ready for takeoff. They board Geff and settle down into chairs and couches, ready for well-deserved rest.

As soon as he does so, Reid realizes he’s left his book in the air-conditioned room. He quickly hurries back down the stairs and inside, grabbing the paperback that sits on the table where he left it. As he walks back out, he spots Y/N, standing at a locker in the hangar. She waves at him a with a smile.

“How was the case?” she asks.

“It ended as well as it could have,” he says. “But it was long. I think we’re all pretty tired.”

“I’m sure this heat isn’t helping. It’s worn me out. I’ve been putting off getting in uniform as long as I could.” She wears black pants and a short-sleeved white button-down, but the rest of her uniform is still in the locker. “So the missing woman is okay?”

Reid explains that she is, but he’s hardly aware of the words he’s saying. His focus is on her fingers as she buttons the top of her collar and ties her black tie with a careful and practiced knot. It’s looks far nicer than any of his slapdash crooked knots. She slips her blazer over her shoulders and adjusts the cuffs. He’s seen her in these clothes so many times before but he’s never realized before how good she looks in uniform. Or at least, he’s never let himself think it. It fits her well, tailored perfectly to her body. Reid is absolutely entranced as she buttons the front of her blazer, the little gold pair of wings shining above her pocket. He can’t explain why he suddenly finds this incredibly attractive, but when she puts her cap on and turns to smile at him, he completely loses track of any thoughts in his head.

It’s only when she closes the locker and says, “Let’s get out of here,” that he regains his ability to form coherent sentences.

“Wait,” he says. She does. Her cap is ever so slightly off-kilter. He reaches out to straighten it for her. As he does so, it catches a strand of her hair, and he brushes it out of the way. The gesture feels so intimate, and she stares at him the entire time. “There,” he says. “Perfect.”

“Thanks, Doctor.” The smile she gives him is different from the one she wore seconds ago. It’s softer somehow, and if he were to melt right now it wouldn’t be the result of the Santa Fe sun. They climb back into the plane. Y/N disappears into the cockpit. He puts his book back into his bag and then walks to the jet galley to grab another cup of water. Garcia joins him. As she pours herself a cup of coffee she says, “I had no idea you liked a girl in uniform.”

Reid nearly chokes on his water. “I – wait – what?”

“Oh come on, I saw you staring at Y/N. The way you were looking at her? Ooh you are in deep, loverboy.”

“It’s – it’s not like that,” he sputters. “Not at all. We’re just – she – she’s my friend. That’s it.” Garcia quirks an unconvinced eyebrow. Reid sighs. “Look, even if I liked her, it would never work out. She’s…” There aren’t enough words to follow that adequately describe her. “Her. And I’m me. And besides, I’m pretty sure there are rules. Even if I felt that way…” He couldn’t. He can’t.

Garcia’s mischievous grin fades. “Reid, do you really think that-”

“Please, Garcia.”

She bites her lip and grabs her coffee. “Hey,” she says quietly. “No one else was paying attention. They didn’t see. And I’m not going to say anything.” She takes a step past him. “I just wish–” But she doesn’t finish the sentence. Evidently deciding against voicing her wish, Garcia returns to her seat. Reid prepares to do the same, only to notice the book sitting beside the coffee maker. Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. With a little note that says, you can give it back when I see you for LOST.

In spite of himself, in spite of all the things he can’t and shouldn’t do, he smiles. He can have this. Sharing words and stories with her, and wondering which ones resonated with her when she read them. He picks up the book and sits back down just as Dobson’s voice comes through the speaker to ask them to ask them to fasten their seatbelts and secure all loose items. Reid opens the book. That nap can wait until he gets home.

#flight risk #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #brywrites

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vnckocurzyca · 4 years

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New chapter new analysis

I’m publishing it one more time because it didnt show in tags for some reason???

I put it under “read more” so maybe now.

I finally read translation so I can finally write something about the new chapter. I know people’s strong feelings towards it and I think it’s totally understandable huh

I, personally, liked this chapter even if I think it was creepy as fuck. But I know Jun’s work and how she writes her stories and I know that she purposely made it really uncomfortable. I think this chapter was made to be upsetting because what happened during it was kinda important?

Warning; LONG POST (contains spoilers to new chapter)

First thing - Noe was forced to see some Vanitas’s memories. Of course by Misha eyes, but still it’s Vanis past. And as we know already, Vanitas REALLY didn’t want Noe to know about anything his past-related. He even threated him that he would kill you if Noe would someday try to drink his blood. So it’s opening for totally new conflict. We have two options

Vanitas would come to place and see Noe drinking Mishas blood and it would be horrible

Vanitas wouldn’t see it and Noe would live in sting of remorse and we know how emotional Noe is and it would be also horrible. And this option also has 2 options

Noe would finally tell Vani that he drank Mishas blood and it would be horrible

Misha would tell Vanitas that Noe drank his blood and it also would be horrible

When Noe started drinking Mishas blood he walked into a trap and there is no escape now. Vanitas is going to KNOW this and its going to be a problem, because knowing Vanis past, memories and emotions was a borderline in their relationship - Noe didn’t get a permission to step over it. And now he just... steped, because of Mishas blackmail.

Also the whole scene was made to be creepy - we can clearly see that Noe is distraught and scared and uncomfortable. We can hear his thoughts, we can see his terrified face

He is terrified for A LOT of reasons. A lot.

He is scared of Domis life. He don’t know what is going on with her and she is unconscious and she can literally DIE. Domi is his best friend, his childhood friend and nearly all family he has left. Domi is the closest person to him and he can’t just lose her like he lost Louis.

He DON’T WANT to read Vanitas’s past without his permission and knowledge. Its awful, it’s non consensual and non-con it’s something Noe hates, because, even if he would like to know Vani’s past (what he said back before Gevaudan arc) he don’t want to know it without Vanis consenst and he didn’t push. And now he is forced to see them, to betray Vani’s trust.He, probably, hates himself thanks to it.

He is blackmailed, bullied and intimidated which is bad on it’s own. He has absolutely NO CONTROL over a situation, he is absolutely subordinated and can’t do anything to change his situation. It’s scary.

He is forced to drink blood, which is a really intimate and delicate activity for him. He hates being forced to drink blood and forcing to drink blood, and, additionaly, Misha is a kid. Or, at least, he look like a kid (it’s hard to say his age for sure and how many years their past with Moreau happened). It’s gross, creepy and weird and Noe feels it. We can see him backing away from a fucking kid.

Jun did it purposely. Combine all of it, to made the horror moment for him, probably to break him in front o Misha.

The running thing in Vanitas no Carte is motif of Noe not having any control over anything in his life (even without his noticing). Noe never had a control over anything.

He didn’t have a control over his life during childhood, ie when he was sold on auction

He didn’t have any control over Louis’s death and curse. He couldn’t do anything to save him or to save other kids back then. He could do nothing.

He don’t have any control in general - he was trained by the Teacher to be his pupil. Noe don’t even know how big control Grandpa de Sade has over him and his doings.

He didn’t have any control when Domi found him at Orloks. She just kidnapped him to Altus.

He don’t have any control over his relationship with Jeanne - anytime he wants to talk to her or about her he is interuptted.

He didn’t want his blood be sucked by Ruthven and he didn’t want to Swear.

He don’t have any control now. He didn’t wanted to know Vanis past non consensualy, he didn’t wanted to drink Mishad blood, he don’t want to see Domi in this situation.

It’s a writing continuity. We are being told how little control Noe has over his (and others) life. It’s becaming a plot point. MochiJun knows what she is doing. She purposely made the whole chapter creepy and unsettling. She need us to know that what is happening right now is wrong - not only drinking blood from a 1/4 naked kid, but also the rest. Everything. That this chapter is traumatic - we literally touched Noes trauma, Domis trauma and Mishas trauma over a few pages and panels:

Dominique - we can see how she reacted to Louis death, how she wanted to make Noe feels better, why she changed her hairstyle and outfit, how she hated herself because it was her brother who died, not her. We can see it now - she is depressed, she hatees herself and would prefer to die over Louis. She was easy to catch for Misha.

Noe - we can see that he can do anything for Domi because she is his last friend, his family, last thing (person) he has. He can’t lose her, he is desperate and traumatized over Louis death so he can do anything, even suck Mishas blood and know Vanis past even if he hates it and its wrong for him.

Misha - we can see thanks to his flashbacks that it was hinted he was (if I undertand english correctly, sorry, it’s not my first language) se*//ually abused as a child. He thought his mother was possesed by devil, it was traumatizing on it’s own, but he was also dressed as a girl, physically abused and hit by his mother and used during her “sessions” with clients. Then he was kidnapped by Moreau who, probably, was experimenting on him just like on Vanitas - so Misha was abused again. And later Vanitas killed “father” what also traumatized him. His behaviour towards Noe it’s not really that suprising - its horrible and sad and heartbreaking knowing why Misha is that way, but its logical. It has sense. It’s just how his trauma made him.

Sooo do I think what happened in the chapter was good or okay? No. It was creepy and made me feel sick. But do I think Jun is bad for making it this way? No. I think her work is great, because she actually did planned it logically. She delivered TONS OF INFORMATIONS by only one chapter. Tons, about a lot of characters - Misha, Vanitas, Noe, Dominique, even Roland (he know Misha is one thing, but, also, why he was so beaten up? What happened my man? Who hurted you?) It wasn’t just gross pedo-fanservice some people accused it to be. (even if it was gross anyway och my gos this scene with Misha standing over Noe was frightening, I was just as scared as Noe, I felt like I was in his place and I was looking at Misha)

Also! I’m pretty sure one of the reason for Misha undressing his collar a little bit was for us (and maybe Noe too) to see his possesion mark on his arm. For some reason we, as an audience, need to know this.

But! We also get a lot of different informations -

Domi is a royal guard and is working in castle, so she probably knew Luca before and had contact with him or some other royal people. i think it’s interesting that she worked at castleas a royal guard.

Luca probably likes Domi and was worried about her. Also after knowing she is missing he decided to took direct actions, he is not passive.

Misha has Vanitas of the Blue Moon’s possesion mark on his hand. It’s really interesting, especially when we know that its his prosthetic arm. Somebody tried to cut his arm with a possesion mark and I bet it was Vanitas or Misha himself. Yet it DIDN’T work, mark of possesion is still here, above his prosthetic.

Noe “don’t know anything about Vanitas”. It was an important sentence. It was something that Noe need to know narratively speaking. It’s pushing the story forward, because Noe’s and Vani’s relationship is the core of the story. It was literally told in the first chapter that it’s a story about their journey.

Misha had a lot of bruises on his whole body after he was rescued. We knew he was beaten, but we could also see it’s evidence.

Mishas face when Noe drank his blood was similar to his mother face when a vampire drank his blood. It wasn’t accidental, we were shown his trauma and how it’s affected him.

Next thing I noticed:

In this panel, Misha looks A LOT like Vanitas. Og course he has child features and chubbier face, he has white(?) hair and eyelashes ets, but his mimic, his gaze, how one of his eyes is covered by hair and his words. Its literally how Vanitas’s panel would be draw. It’s really Vanitaish.

We also got some questions, like:

What happened to Misha and how he lost his hand?

What Luca ordered Jeanne? (probably to check out real Paris and maybe find Domi or Noe)

Why Mishas mark of possesions was so important for us to know?

Is that Roland met Misha in the past important?

Why was Roland so beaten up?

There was also one more thing. Jun is operating in her story not only by making parallels betweend her characters (ie Teacher and VotBM, or Astolfo nad Vanitas, or Louis and Domi etc) but also contrasts. The biggest contrast motif on the story are probably Vanitas and Noe thanks to not only their history, but also their appearance, personality, design of their clothes, their height, their names (Vanitas being related to death and vanity, Noe being related to saving and something biblical etc). Their whole characters are made constrast. And so we got here:

Vanitas and Misha are not made parallels, theyre made contrast.

Misha is looking from the upside, Vanitas is looking from the above, Mishas hair is white, Vanitas hair is black, Vani has a shadow over his face, misha is lighted. Misha has white eyelashes, Vani has black. Misha looks calm an suprised, Vani looks stressed. Their whole “atmosphere” is different. Even if Misha is bruised in this panel he looks clean, even angelic, when Vanitas looks... bad, he has dark circles under eyes, wrinkled eyebrows, bandage etc. They’re made to contrast themselves, not to be compared to. It’s the next hint about their role in the story I suppose. That they’re not similar, they’re not the same and there is something basically different about their roles.

I would also like to write about shadow and light work in this chapter, but I’m just really tired right now, soo here it is! My analyze od the new chapter, or, at least, the most important parts of it (for me). I liked it in general, but it was... stressed and I was anxious about this chapter for the one whole day. But in general I think Jun did gods work with delivering informations she wanted to delivere.

#the case study of vanitas #vanitas no carte #vanitas no shuki #long post #vanitas #misha #dominique de sade #noe archiviste

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broughttoyoubytheletterf · 4 years

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Telling the Family (ficlet)

At one time I was going to write an entire series of how different people react to finding out Elizabeth is running for President but this is the only one I ever finished. I’m cleaning out old files, so here have it.

“You have to talk to your family you know.”

“Hmmm?” Henry continues to keep his eyes on the book in front of him.

Elizabeth plops down on the other side of the bed, disturbing Henry and causing him to give her an annoyed look. “I’m just saying, you should have a conversation with them.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The campaign,” she responds simply. She settles into bed, pulling the covers up to her waist and grabbing a policy book from the floor.

He stares at her, agape, “Really? You’re just going to throw that out there and leave it to me? Isn’t it a little early to tell them anyway?”

She avoids his gaze and flips open the binder. “Give them some time to process everything, you know Maureen will have thoughts she needs to share. Plus, it’s going to be an invasion of their privacy as well.”

He huffs. “Well shouldn’t you be there when we talk to them then?”

“No.”

When she doesn’t elaborate further, he tugs her reading material out of her hands. “You’re telling me that you’re ready to face the scrutiny of the entire country but you won’t come with me to talk my family.”

“Yes,” she says blithely. She looks thoughtful, “What do you think the chances are that Maureen votes for me?”

He laughs. “Eh, I’d say about 75%, she’s mellowed out a bit since Dad died. So there you go, another reason to come with me, get some experience stumping for votes with intransigent constituents.”

Mulishly she says, “I don’t wanna.”

“Petulant isn’t a good look on you Elizabeth.”

She side-eyes him. “I’m not being petulant, I’m being realistic, I think the chances are better that she votes for me if I’m not there. Also, you’re lying, you like all my looks.” She laughs and straddles his lap.

He grips her waist and smiles. “You’re right.” He leans forward and blows a raspberry on her neck. “But you are coming with me.”

Two weeks later she is sitting on a couch next to Henry at Maureen’s house. She is bouncing Maria on her knees and the four-year old is squealing in delight. She still doesn’t know how Henry conned her into coming and got it to actually happen. She’s dealing with no less than three separate international incidents that could spiral into crises at any moment, but Henry hadn’t let her use that as an excuse. She’s dragged half the State department with her it feels like, Jay is in DC holding down the fort but she has Blake, Kat, Nina, and Daisy in the motorcade out front and Matt is down the street at a coffee shop feverishly writing a speech.

Henry is tapping his feet next to her. He had been uncharacteristically quiet on the drive here, though that could have been because she spent most of the time on the phone, doing her best to restrain herself from yelling at her entire Bureau of East Asian Affairs. She’s not usually a yeller, so maybe Henry is not the only one nervous about this conversation.

Maureen comes back into the room, balancing a tray of glasses. “I have coffee for everyone, but I’m afraid I only have regular creamer, none of that flavored stuff.” She looks pointedly at Elizabeth as she sets her load down. Elizabeth barely keeps herself from rolling her eyes, she asked for vanilla creamer once, a decade ago, and Maureen still likes to act like it was the height of privilege. The child on her lap is getting restless, so she puts her down and she runs off to play.

After everyone is settled into their seats with their drinks of choice, Maureen breaks the now heavy silence. “So is there a particular reason you gathered us all here? Is one of you dying or do you just like to see your subjects scurry?”

Elizabeth lets out a breath, clearly Maureen is feeling particularly intractable, which does not bode well for this discussion, but she also knows that the other woman mostly gets that way when she’s scared. She responds quickly, “Both of us are fine, as are the kids, they send their love by the way.” It’s almost imperceptible, but Maureen relaxes. “The reason you wanted to talk to everyone, all at once, is because…” she rehearsed twelve different was to say this but she still feels unprepared. Henry reaches over and squeezes her hand.

As if saved by the bell she hears the front door open, and when she looks over Kat and Blake are standing there, wringing their hands. She looks at them expectantly. Kat grimaces, “Apologies all for interrupting,” she focuses her attention on Elizabeth, “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but we just heard back from Chen’s office, he says they’re moving forward with their plans, immediately, they’ve already started..”

Elizabeth interrupts, her face turns murderous, “Get me Chen on SVTC now.” She might yell that last word. She stands up, “I swear, China is going to be begging us to sell Taiwan drones by the time I lay out the alternatives, which reminds me, Blake let Russell know I am 100% behind repositioning the fifth fleet, maybe some military posturing is just what we need, remind them that we have our own array of antiship missiles and that they do not want to get into a damn shooting war with us. Especially over some fucking drones.” She stalks over to the doorway. Kat looks taken aback, Elizabeth rarely curses at work, or ever. She doesn’t even want to look back and see what Henry’s family looks like.

She purposefully softens her tone, though she feels like preventing World War III, for the fifth time this year, merits some coarse language. She gestures towards Blake who is already on the phone, “Tell Russell I think Conrad should call Li. Ask if he wants me on the call.” Blake nods. “And I swear if this is the Assistant Secretary’s fault again, I’m firing her, I don’t care whose niece she is.” She slams the front door behind her.

Henry stares at the closed door for a moment, and sends up a quick prayer for peace, both for the world and in his family. He turns back towards his family, who look a little aghast. He’s not surprised, Elizabeth has done her best to not talk about work around them, and she definitely never lets her temper show like that. He smiles in what he hopes is a disarming way. “So, that might take a bit, so why don’t we talk about something else? Shane, how’s the new job going?”

Shane starts to respond, but Maureen stops him, “I’m not going to wait around while Elizabeth is off starting wars, so just tell us whatever it is you wanted to tell us Henry and then you can both gallivant back to DC.” Maureen’s husband squeezes her shoulder in support and Erin and Shane are purposefully avoiding his gaze so he imagines that he isn’t going to be able to put this off until Elizabeth gets back.

“This is really more her thing than mine, so it would be best if she could tell you.” Maureen glares at him. “Okay, okay, we just wanted to talk to you guys about some changes in our life, changes that might effect you, though we’ll do our best to prevent that.” They all shift nervously. “Well you’ve probably heard the rumors and speculation, but we wanted to let you know it’s true, Elizabeth has decided to run. She won’t be announcing for a while yet, we’re thinking in about four months, but we wanted to let you know now.”

They stare at him blankly, until Erin asks, uncertainty in her voice, “Run for what?”

He almost laughs, because he forgot for a moment that there is a whole world that doesn’t follow politics obsessively, that doesn’t spend every second enmeshed in world affairs. “President,” he responds simply.

That sends them all atwitter and there’s lots of cross-talk and yelling and accusations. He spends the next 45 minutes fielding questions, from Elizabeth’s position on abortion (he tells them they’ll have to ask her, he’s well aware his wife is ardently pro-choice, but he’s not stepping on that landmine before it’s necessary) to, once the kids wander back in, whether that means they can get free tickets to football games.

Elizabeth slips back in, she looks marginally more relaxed, so he takes that to mean there are no nuclear missiles currently incoming. Maureen spots her first and pins her with a glare. “So I hear you’ve decided you want to be an actual queen.”

Elizabeth moves further into the house and resumes her seat on the couch next to Henry. “Well democratically elected is the plan,” she says lightly and reaches forward to grab her now cold coffee. Maureen guffaws. “And really that’s only if I win, which is still a relative long-shot.”

“Once again you’re only thinking of yourself.” Oddly, Henry notes, Maureen’s voice doesn’t have its usual venom.

Elizabeth takes a sip out of her cup. “I like to think I’m thinking of the greater good, how to ensure a better future for our country and the world. Believe you me this isn’t something I sought out, I never thought I’d do this.” Henry struggles to hide his smile, because Elizabeth sounds exactly like a politician, she doesn’t think she’s ready, but in moments like this he sees it. And if he calls her a politician to her face he won’t have sex for a month.

#Madam Secretary #Elizabeth McCord #fic #ficlet #i don't know #feeling some sort of way tonight so you get this #i was going to write one for a lot of side characters #ray merchant #jareth #juliet #craig sterling #etc etc #but i could never get it off the ground

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imaginesbymk · 4 years

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“Sweet as Cherry Pie.”

Peaky Blinders One Shot

Summary: Y/n is Alfie Solomons’ younger sister who comes to Camden town & Small Heath. Why? She’s their secret weapon: sassy, unpredictable and insults their enemies to filth. Or maybe she’s just bored and needed the first enemy she sees to throw a comment at. Either way, Alfie couldn’t ask for a better sister.

Pairing: ---

Tags: swearing, mentions of violence, weapons, drug & alcohol use, smoking + s4 spoilers

Word Count: 1755 words

Author’s Note: sksmsksks this is based off a dream i had one night. it isn’t the best piece i’ve written but i love a sassy reader. one shots are not open, this is just a one shot for my 800 follower special - [milestone masterlist]

“GOOD MORNING, Alfie.” Tommy said, walking down the distillery. Well, it wasn’t that much of a good morning for Tommy, really. In fact, even though he’s very productive and professional most times, this time the man wished he was back in bed where he could be exposed in his shirtless self, waking up to see his boy with that bright smile, sharing his eyes.

Normally, he’d be drowning in family meetings back in Small Heath, but the atmosphere in Camden town begged to differ.

“Meh, not really,” Alfie Solomons glances up at the window- the dusty, stained window pane gave in the overcast weather. He turns back to Tommy. “Mate, I’m glad we’re right on schedule. I was starting to think you got shot in your own fucking office chair back home.”

Tommy stared at the Jewish-English man, knowing Alfie was from Camden Town, how outsiders would speak ill of such towns and vice versa.

Alfie shuffles over using his cane as support and hands Tommy the tickets. “Those are the tickets to the boxing match. And in that storage unit behind you is the gateway to the clouds.”

“Kind of you. But you know I have booze at home, stored neatly and safely. I can manage without your rum.” Tommy walked in, anyway.

“I’m not giving you my rum for free, Tommy. I’m not even selling it to you,” Tommy watched as Alfie made his way to the other room of his bakery, ready to check on the AM workers as they got to work right away.

Tommy read the front labels of the bottle he picked up from one of the barrels. This man has gone a long way in his business, he couldn’t deny that. Over a hundred barrels have been shipped to God knows how many speakeasies were in Europe and America, and when Alfie Solomons received his earnings, he holds it tightly and proudly, guarding it as he cherishes his success.

Taking a bottle wouldn’t hurt, it would please him knowing he is interested in buying his product. He could even smell it from the sealed caps. He could smell it from the barrels, residue on the floor, or even from one of the workers’ breaths. He could pop it open and take a quick sniff like playing in snow. Tommy dug in his coat pockets, pulling out a stack.

“Oh, so you are fucking loaded.” Tommy whipped around, his gun already pulled from his holster, gripped and pointed to the voice inches behind him.

The person- the woman, didn’t react, not a small gasp at the sight of the barrel of the gun nearing her face. Boldly enough, she reached over and grabbed the stack of cash from Tommy’s hand and walked away, not even remotely thinking if the man she startled would pull the trigger with her back turned.

“Thanks, Mr. Shelby. And Alfie thanks you!” the female voice calls out.

Con artist? Someone posing as a worker? An enemy? Tommy breathed heavily, swearing left and right in his mind that he could of at least stopped whoever that was from taking his money, or yelled at her the way he usually does to anyone who worked for him because he was the boss. He was loaded, but no one would just allow someone to take a loan like that without anything afterwards, unless they were a clerk in a bank robbery.

After feeling like he was glued to the floor in that tiny space, Tommy rushed out to find Alfie back in his office with his glasses on his face, jotting notes down on a piece of paper, noticing the stack of cash sitting near the cup holder.

“Who the fuck just walked inside that storage unit and grabbed the stash right out my fucking hands?”

Tommy’s outburst of his question didn’t send Alfie into a panic. “You mean my dearest sister y/n?” Alfie got up from his seat. “She gave me the cash so I didn’t have to do it, but she didn’t even bid me a goodbye afterwards. She just plopped it on my desk and went her way. It’s not like I died or anything. I’m not fucking invisible, Tommy. You can see me, right?”

Tommy let out a long sigh, dreading that there’s not one but two migraine-stirring bastards named Solomons, it’s enough for one he already wishes to throw a beer bottle at some times, but now another one probably much worse than if described. “You have a sister, Alfie? You never said anything about having a sister.”

“Yeah. But don’t worry, she’s sweet as cherry pie,” Alfie nods. “I brought her here, but she’s pretty homesick, so I would bid her warm welcomes if I were you.”

“Why should I?” Tommy says, frowning. “She just took my fucking money.”

“Oh, for sure.” Alfie waves the loan in front of Tommy, reminding him that y/n is no thief. “And because she knows about the vendetta between you, the Peakys and the Italians. If they come to her, she’ll roar at them, literally.”

“WHO the fuck is this, now?” Arthur stared at the woman stood next to Tommy at the foot of the small dining room where old memories held of their past meetings and heartbreaks.

“This is Y/n Solomons. She’s our messenger.” Tommy wished he never had to say that. He wished she would stop touching his fucking stuff, too. “Y/n, put down my fucking frame.”

“Oh fuck,” Polly blew out smoke from her cigarette. “There’s two of them?”

“And what is wrong with my brother?” Y/n places the frame back down on the mantel. “He’s a successful businessman. He beat a man three fucking times his size to gravel after he called me fat.”

“Y/n Solomons is our messenger. She’s also helping with updates from Aberama Gold once we get Michael out of Birmingham for now, because Luca Changretta is still out there, and he’s fucking pissed.”

“You can very hot headed sometimes, Mr. Shelby.” Later the brief introduction of their newcomer in their recent meeting was long over, she stayed back even though she was dismissed to do her work. “It’s probably because you smoke so much cigarettes that you’re starting to look like an ashtray, or of that heavy out-dated coat you wear all the time just weighs you down that your back and shoulders must hurt like hell.”

“The fuck does that mean?” Tommy said, irritated by her presence, even her just standing there at the table.

“Nothing.” Y/n sighs and heads out the door. “You know where I’ll be!” she calls.

Sweet as cherry pie, my ass. Tommy grunts and lights a cigarette.

“WHAT’S the matter?” Luca Changretta asks. “I said we had a deal.”

“Ah, you just made a deal without negotiation, now did ya?” Y/n’s brother sat on the chair, staring up at the menacing mobster holding one of the rum bottles given as a gift. “Yeah, Tommy Shelby was right about you. You plan to kill us all.” He spoke in Yiddish, and he mocks a tsking sound.

Luca smirks down, even though he didn’t know what he said, at least they both were aware of one thing; Tommy knows what kind of man I am.

“Mr. Changretta, may I speak freely?” y/n chimes in.

The Italian shrugs. “Mr. Solomons, I checked my calendar earlier and I did not read anything about today being Take Your Kid to Work Day,” and he laughs, his cousin as his henchman behind laughing along with him.

“Mate, I’d choose my next words very carefully if I were you,” Alfie says, stifling a smile. “This is my baby sister you’re talking down to, and she won’t tolerate one bit of it.”

“And I should be afraid?”

“Perhaps less afraid, more self-conscious, Mr. Changretta,” y/n replies. “Just a few minutes ago I was sensing the stench of failure, but then I saw you and your men walk in.”

Luca chuckles sarcastically. “Ouch.”

“And it’s not like we’re having a showdown right here, you didn’t need to bring your men with you unless you’re doubling their pay for just standing silently. I mean, they’re as important as Tommy Shelby’s evening sous chef.”

“Who?” Alfie had to ask.

Y/n smirks. “Exactly. Anyways, I just need to tell you that my brother’s business isn’t for sale. Alfie has worked hard and I’m proud to be his sister, supporting him. I’ll drink his rum like it’s mother’s milk if I had to. So, let my brother handle your men at the match, and you’ll take care of the two hundred barrels to be shipped to New York. Simple.”

“What do you know about business, Miss Solomons?”

“What do you know about combat, Luca? If you didn’t lack the experience, Tommy Shelby’s blood would spill fresh on your hands as we speak. How are you a soldier for the mafia if you hadn’t accomplish the vendetta yet?”

“Well-”

“Actually, don’t answer that. I’ll fall asleep.” Y/n took a step forward, lowering her smile up as his height overpowered hers. “My brother isn’t asking for much. He’s a good friend of Tommy Shelby, yet he’s helping you. You should be kissing his feet, Mr. Changretta, not abusing his generosity.”

Luca chewed the matchstick in his mouth. “Is that so?” he looks back at his men. “Porca puttana.”

“Vaffanculo, right back at you, mate. You just earned yourself another tonne to your bill. Bring tissues for both your lawyer and accountant.” Y/n turns around and grins at her older brother, who smiled warmly at her the entire time, feeling as though he was proud. If the Peaky Blinders were here, they’d share the same reaction as Luca.

“So you both know Italian?” Luca asked as he sighs in exhaustion.

Alfie nods at Luca, who was glaring down at him for an answer. You learn from your older sibling, you become as tough as bullets and the big help as the messenger, sending a telephone call or a letter mailed to Small Heath, saying Luca Changretta is six feet tall, but shrunk four feet down when y/n opened her mouth.

“Take it or leave it, Signore.” The Italians didn’t even need to ask where this woman got her attitude from. If you’re a Solomon, there’s perks. Y/n smiles to herself, Tommy is gonna hate and love me.

“I warned you about my baby sister, mate.” Alfie says. “Sweet as cherry pie... but with broken glass once you bite into your first slice.”

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dreamsmp-au-ideas · 4 years

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Fire Emblem AU

First house I want to focus on is the *insert drumroll here*

Green Gator House, where those who hail from the SMP Empire reside!

The SMP empire is the oldest empire in the continent of Carmine. While it once ruled over the entire continent, it lost that power after The Badlands and L’Mmanberg were formed. Despite this, SMP has the most land and all of its citizens are proud of its rich history. The Gator is the house animal because of its toughness and strength, with high populations at SMP’s beaches. This years Green Gators consist of the following

Dream- Dream is the future emperor of the SMP and is considered a prodigy in his speed and skill with lances. He’s generally friendly with most students, despite being distant towards those of other houses. Dream always wears a green hood to cover up his hair for reasons unknown to others. However, underneath his jokes is someone who is desperate to change the status quo, especially how those with and without crests are treated. Dream is totally planning to start a war but he’s only doing it for the good of everyone. He disguises himself with his mask when he needs to work with his less morally standing allies. These allies are people who worship a mysterious god *coughtheeggcough* which gives them great power in exchange for the blood of humans. Dream doesn’t like working with them but he has no choice. Dream in his mask and longer cloak becomes known as The Green Demon. While Dream does have genuinely good reasons for starting a war and his resolve to achieve a better future for his nation won’t waver, he does sometimes ponder it after hanging out with his classmates. Dream specializes in lances, swords, and riding. He has a weakness in faith and heavy armor. He doesn’t like being weighed down. He has two crests.

George- George is Dreams loyal retainer and one of his best friends. George was a commoner until Dream just happened to see him compete in a tournament and was like “I want that one”. Thus, George was taken in to train as his retainer and he became fast friends with Dream and Sapnap. George kinda stands out as one of the few commoners in The Green Gators, not that anyone would dare give him crap about it in front of Dream. George is one of the few people to know what Dream is planning to do and his main reason why. That is to say, why Dream always has his hair covered. George is considered the least chaotic one in the Dream Team, as him, Dream, and Sapnap are called. He’s well known for sleeping in the weirdest places, like in the middle of lunch. Despite this, he is not to be underestimated with his skill in bows and riding wyverns. George is colorblind which he accidentally keeps a secret purely because he forgot to tell his housemates. George specializes in bows and flying. He has a weakness in riding. He has no crests.

Sapnap: Sapnap is Dreams childhood friend because of their families close connections. That is to say, Sapnaps father is the financial advisor to Dreams father. However, Sapnap really doesn’t want to do that and would much rather become a general someday. Sapnap has great talent with reason and is called an arsonist by his classmates after he set their lunch on fire when he was stuck with cooking duty. In his defense, he thought that would make the lunch cook faster and didn’t consider the possibility of fire. Sapnap is a friendly prankster but he does have his worries. Dream and George have been acting more distant lately and he has no idea why. All they are offering is vague platitudes or just evading his questions. Sapnap specializes in reason (fire) and brawling. Weakness in flying and riding. He has a crest.

Puffy: Puffy is a noblewoman who has always dreamed of becoming a knight. Her family specializes in overseas trading but she would really rather stay at home and defend others. She’s one of the oldest out of her classmates and is quickly dubbed as the mom friend. Puffy takes a shine to her future emperor and calls him her duckling after he started coming over to spar with her. Puffy also becomes fast friend with Niki, even though they are in separate houses. Puffy has a lot of friends in other houses. Perks of being used to interacting with those different from herself from trading, she supposes. Puffy has a strong sense of honor and believes very highly in fairness. She specializes in heavy armor and axes but she’s not so hot at flying. She’s not a big fan of heights. She has no crest. Basically, she’s a tanky character who is good at taking physical hits but has very low speed

Schlatt- Schlatts family used to be a part of L’Manberg and he was close friends with Wilbur. That is until his noble family made a risky investment and it backfired. Hard. When none of the nobles would help, nobles from the SMP offered financial aid in exchange for them leaving L’Manberg for the SMP. Schaltt’s family agreed, but their financial position is still very fragile. Schlatts friendship with Wilbur fizzled out after that, mostly due to Schlatts bitterness at the nobles of L’Manberg. Schlatt is also one of the few who can tell somethings off with Wilbur eve before he goes all hunched over eyepatch dude during the timeskip. However, Schlatts not good with feelings so he doesn’t approach Wilbur about it. Schlatt is a cynic about the concept of an honorable noble and has major money hoarding issues. He’s constantly trying to come up with new ways to make some quick cash off of people because who knows when he’ll need some extra? He’s friends with Quackity and Tubbo or as he puts it “The only nobles here he can tolerate because they aren’t self righteous pricks” Schlatt has strengths in reason(fire) and swords with a weakness in faith. He has no crest.

Quackity- Quackity is a noble of a minor house. He’s set to be the next leader of his territory after graduation so he’s mostly here to have one last hurrah of having fun and prepare for leadership. Quackity tells loads of jokes and may appear not to take things seriously. The important thing to note is appears. Quackity wants the best for his people and is willing to do whatever it takes to be a good leader for them. He secretly does a lot of research in past rulers and how they succeeded. Quackity does goof off a lot in between classes, which mostly involves helping out Schlatt with his latest scam. Or trying to talk him out of it if he thinks its a bit too immoral. If he’s not with Schlatt, Quackity likes hanging out with Sapnap as well. Quackity has strengths in axes and authority with a weakness in bows. He has a crest.

Tubbo- Tubbo is also a noble of a minor house. He’s a middle child in a lot of siblings. He’s at the academy mostly so he can figure out what he’s going to do with his life. He’s one of the younger students there. His and Tommy’s families are actually fairly close due to both of them being close to their respective borders. Despite their families trading a lot Tommy and Tubbo has never met. They quickly became inseparable at the academy, despite Tommy being busy with his duties as Wilbur’s retainer. It sure would be a shame if they were separated and forced to fight each other in a war, wouldn’t it? Tubbo loves to hang out at the greenhouse or cook with Karl. He’s extremely skilled at magic, through hard work mostly. Tubbo has strengths in both faith and reason (wind magic) and has weaknesses in axes and brawling. He’s a classic squishy wizard character who cannot take many hits due to low defense. He has a crest.

If Karl decides to teach The Green Gators he has two options before the timeskip. He can either side with Dream or go against him along with everyone else except George. Each side has pros and cons that could be debated about all day and night but that’s neither here nor there. This is mostly just to cover the students and what their generally like and backstories because this is already long enough without going into the plot. Sorry about that by the way. Feel free to tell me if you want this shortened.

Ah I remember why I didn’t pick up the game. It’s because I’m going to get attached to all the characters and won’t be able to save them all and oh no I’m crying.

ANyways. This is good. I like everyone’s characters in here and I’m excited for more. Also ouch on the Clingy Duo angst. Oh god. Oh no.

#dream smp #dream smp au #smp three houses au #dream #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sapnap #captain puffy #jschlatt #quackity #tubbo #ask #tack-tick

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littlenoona · 4 years

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Life’s Blood.

Summary: You produce blood cells at an increased rate when blood is lost, effectively, you cannot bleed out. This ability has served you well so far, even gaining you a rare friend, and you've made it your source of income, but it also has its downsides, one of which you've managed to avoid successfully, until now.

Warnings: Blood drinking, murder, sexual assault(no penetration), unprotected rough sex, multiple orgasms, fangs, noona, kitten and baby pet names, some jealousy.

Genre: Smut, fluff & angst.

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Human!Reader(F).

Word Count: 13,926.

A/N: I’ve tried to change my writing style a little bit by putting sentences together differently and transitioning into other actions more smoothly in this fic. In some areas, I still fall into old habits and I can see that, but I tried! Additionally, I didn’t mean for this to be as long as it is! I started this story around summertime of 2019, but I kinda abandoned it and only recently decided to finish it(Because I’m procrastinating “You Need Us Pt. 4”).

Masterlist.

You never really knew if you should resent and hate your “gift” or if you should appreciate and thank whatever force for it since you had turned it into your everyday job - not only could you not bleed to death but vampires would pay insane amounts of money to feed on you and you would never have to worry about being drained in an alley somewhere which, unfortunately, did happen to some people.

The pros outweighed the cons, the majority of the time anyway.

You had a certain intoxicating smell which made you easy to find for vampires and your blood was equally exhilarating for them to taste - it made you more desirable than other humans, though so far you hadn't had any bad experiences with vampires since you basically offered yourself on a silver platter to them, as long as they played by certain rules while they were in your house.

The majority of your clients were regulars, it was extremely rare that you took on new ones and the ones that you saw often, meaning once or twice a week, had grown fond of you and you'd come to know that they'd protect you at any cost. They always asked if everything was okay, if you needed anything or if anyone was giving you trouble. Truth be told, you had come to be fond of every single one of them too, sometimes not even charging them for coming to feed on you. A couple of them you had even seen outside of work for casual evenings and you always felt safe in their presence. None of them had ever overstepped the line, they were extremely gentle, polite and sweet. Maybe it was because the majority of them were thousands of years old and had come to know how to conduct themselves? Time was different for them and they preferred enjoying the play instead of diving in and ravaging their prey.

Stretching your neck you adjusted a few of the candles that were placed on the table near the window. The window was the height of the wall, and as long as the room you were in, providing you with a huge view of the city. Your apartment was a large, modern design, black and white in colour scheme, located on the 7th floor. Entering the front door it was an open plan with a fireplace, a door going into your bedroom, another to the kitchen, one to a bathroom and one to a guest bedroom. It was a lucrative area and the rent wasn't cheap but you made the money to be able to pay for it, plus some.

Adjusting the shirt of your casual attire, you prepared yourself for your next client - he always came around on Fridays and Tuesdays, even between the usual days he'd show up late at night and wake you up while you were in bed, but you didn't mind, he was a good man. Sometimes he just wanted to see you, or talk and he'd become a close friend.

You'd accidentally passed by him when you were on your way home from a friend's house years ago where he was in bad shape. You'd heard groaning from a ditch along the road you were walking on in the outskirts of your town, something people normally wouldn't do, being a young woman and all but you'd come to fear very little, knowing that you were a rarity among humans and vampires would do anything and everything to ensure you survived.

Looking down into the ditch you saw a young man, his somewhat long black hair was bloodied and stuck to his sharp features. His white shirt was ripped open and had turned crimson from the wound in his stomach, a wooden stake protruding from it. His jeans had several rips in them, exposing the majority of his trained legs and his shoes were missing.

His breathing was ragged and shallow, his body was shaking and pale, paler than usual for a vampire - you could tell what he was straight away from his exposed fangs digging into his chapped lips. He could barely open his eyes to look up at you, a faded red swirling in his iris.

Something in you pulled you to him, you'd always had a weak spot for vampires, whether that was the genetic enhancement in you or because you were a good soul, you couldn't tell, but it didn't matter. Your body acted fast, jumping into the ditch, hearing a small growl emitting from the young-looking vampire in front of you as you approached him.

“It's okay..” you hushed him, his eyes following you intensely while you assessed the situation. Your hand went down to the wooden stake in his stomach, but you weren't sure if he was going to survive you pulling it out.

You rolled your sleeves up, putting your arm under his back and your other hand pulled on his arm to lift him. Your legs swooped under him as you made him lean against your chest, and you had not a care in the world for the cold dirt embedding itself in your clothes, but a loud groan left his dried lips as you moved him.

“I'm sorry.” you panted softly from exhaustion as he was extremely heavy.

Pulling your silver bracelet off your wrist you dropped it next to you to move your wrist in front of his mouth before whispering to him, “Here. Drink.”

His lips parted and you moved your wrist closer so you could impale yourself on his fangs knowing he was too weak to break your skin himself. A hiss left you due to the pain, regardless of how many times you'd experienced it, it always hurt. Closing his eyes as your blood flowed into his mouth, what sounded like a small content growl vibrated through his chest, his head lifting to chase more of your taste.

Your other hand gently caressed his cheek, "Easy.. Easy.. I'm not going to run out of blood. Take your time.”

When he felt strong enough, he stopped drinking and pulled the stake out but you insisted he drank some more before he went on his way so he could heal properly. He made sure you got home safely and since then he's been coming round to see you at least twice a week.

The sound of the door opening and closing behind you brought you back from your memories, but you barely managed to react before his firm chest was pressed against your back and one arm wrapped around your stomach with his large hand resting on your waist, his other arm equally wrapped around you and its hand resting just under your breast on your ribcage. His fangs punctured your neck in an instant and you could feel his tongue lick across your skin causing a light gasp to escape you as the sudden movement startled you.

You could see his reflection in the window in front of you, his blood-red coloured eyes staring back at you intensely under his furrowed brows while his grip on you tightened, pulling you into his body with a small sigh released through his nose.

“Did you miss me, Jungkookah?” you smirked at him through the reflection as your hand moved up into his hair, gently scratching his scalp while the other hand moved onto his arm, your thumb caressing it.

“Mmhm..” he hummed against your skin while closing his eyes.

“It's only been a few days, love.” you smiled, leaning your head to the side and allowing him more room that he eagerly took, pressing his mouth into your neck.

Through the years of having Jungkook by your side, he had only ever fed on you. He had never tried to have sex with you despite his very obvious erections, it was a rule that you made very clear to your clients. A lot of the ones that offered themselves to vampires took feeding and sex hand in hand but you didn't want that, though some of your clients tried to bypass the rule by thinking that they were the exception, that you would give yourself to them, but you shot them down straight away, making it very clear that they only got the 1 warning, any further advances and they would never see you again, possibly not even the moons light.

Jungkook's hand moved from your ribcage, up between your breasts and up your neck to cup your cheek - you leaned into his hand with a soft smile, enjoying his loving gesture and the heat radiating off his skin - unlike a lot of vampires, he was warm because he was a pureblood, he possessed almost all of the same traits as a human, even a faint heartbeat.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't want Jungkook, you did, very much so, and he could always smell your arousal which only spurred his hunger on, but he never acted on it, thinking you probably got like this with all your clients, though you didn't - it was only him.

You smiled at how he had changed over the years. He hadn’t changed physically, he was still tall, extremely muscular and well built. His hair falling perfectly straight in strands near his eyes, his skin flawless and a voice that soothed you easily. It was as if he was frozen in time - a paragon of a human, well, vampire. His demeanour, however, had changed a lot since he first visited you after you found him. You remembered how during the initial few times he fed on you he apologised profusely for being hard with his face and ears flushed so red and you couldn't help but giggle at how innocent he was. He didn't hide his lust for you anymore, but he didn't press it on you as he was happy with just being with you and tasting you, but if you offered yourself to him, he wouldn't hesitate.

Jungkook pulled his teeth from you and dragged his tongue along the puncture wounds he had left behind before planting a soft kiss to your neck, and whispering in your ear, "I always miss you, noona."

"So sweet." you smiled with a faint blush rushing across your face as Jungkook let go of you and dropped himself down on your sofa.

"Do you mind if I stay, noona?" he asked softly, his eyes following you as you walked past the sofa, "Is anyone else coming by today?"

"I'm surprised you still ask me if you can stay, Jungkookah." you laughed, "The answer is always yes and no you're the only one that comes round on these days, I specifically make sure of that."

He beamed happily at you, his big eyes showing so much affection towards you. You had no doubt that he adored you as much as you adored him. It was as if he held the whole galaxy in his eyes, and yet all you could see was your own reflection, as if you were his world.

He leaned back against the sofa and turned the TV on, pulling his legs up under him and suddenly he looked so small. His black hoodie draped over him while his same coloured jeans tightly hugged his crossed legs, and his features relaxed as he was already so lost in the moving images on the screen. You looked at him endearingly for a moment before sighing heavily as you sat down next to him. You leaned back and dragged your fingers through your hair, watching as he wasted no time lying down to place his head in your lap and get comfortable. You gently stroked his hair and smiled at the almost purr like noises he let leave his chest. His hand immediately found yours to put it back on his head any time you moved it away which only caused you to laugh and feel the urge to tease him more. It was comfortable to have Jungkook around - you didn't need to talk or even interact, simply being in the presence of each other was rewarding enough for you. You didn't feel like you needed to try with him and it was pure bliss.

You studied him while he was so unaware of your thoughts with his eyes closed to enjoy your loving pets. You'd for a long time wondered what it would be like if the roles were reversed and you were the one to bite him. What would taste like? How would your body feel during it and after? What would it mean for him and how he would react to it? You'd never had the courage to ask him.

You dragged your finger softly along his cheek and down to his jaw, following the sharp line up to his ear, swiping his soft hair behind it - he looked so peaceful, not a powerful predator like you knew he was.

Sliding your finger down to his throat you pondered his taste. Was it the same as yours? Metallic? Would it taste good? Could you, as a human, even drink it? Should you ask him if you could taste him? Satisfy your curiosity?

Jungkook opened his eyes and turned onto his back to look up at you. His eyes were already questioning yours as he placed his hand flat on your chest by your collarbones making you realise that your hearts pace had increased significantly, "What's bothering you, noona?"

You let a breathy chuckle leave you, "I can't tell if I hate or love that you can hear it and know when something's up."

He smiled slightly at you while his thumb gently caressed your skin as he waited for you to tell him, but he didn't pressure you for it, he let you take your time, though the more you thought about it, the more you wanted to chicken out.

You put your hand on his and sighed deeply while trying to magically grow a quick backbone to ask, "We've been together for a long time.."

He laughed and nodded, "Yeah?"

You realised it sounded as if you'd been in a relationship for years, but you're sure he knew what you meant so you continued, "And I trust you, a lot.."

His brows furrowed and his smile faded as he waited for what he could only assume was something bad by the way you were hesitating and speaking slowly.

"Can I, uh.." you breathed and avoided his gaze, "Can I try and taste you? Your blood?"

He sat up and studied you, but you continued to look away. The longer he stared the redder your face got and the more you wanted to look at him to see what his reaction was, but you were scared, even more so because he hadn't said anything.

"You want to.." he gulped, "Drink from me?"

You nodded softly, finally turning your head to look at him. His eyes were wide and surprised, his mouth slightly open in disbelief. He hadn't ever been asked that before, nor had anyone fed on him and he didn't think anyone ever would, let alone you.

"If you want to, but I don't think you'll like the taste." he smiled, "And there are a few things you need to know first."

"Oh?" you questioned.

"Well.." he paused, furrowing his brow, "Your senses will become much better and you'll be stronger, but it won't last long."

"That sounds amazing!" you beamed.

He chuckled softly at your enthusiasm, "You'll be bound to me."

At that, you immediately raised a questioning brow and listened as he continued, "Not like you think and it's not permanent, but it'll last until your blood has filtered mine out of your body. You'll smell and taste the same to other vampires, but they'll be able to tell that you've drunk from one."

"Okay." you smiled, "I don't mind that."

"And you'll be able to summon me." he smirked, but before you could say that he made it sound like you were going to regret doing it he mumbled almost silently, "And you'll have dreams about me.."

"What?" you breathed, trying to pretend as if you didn't already have them.

"Yeah." he shrugged, "Because you'll be bound to me you'll have dreams about me, it's just something that happens."

You nodded softly while your eyes darted everywhere in the room but his figure, but you'd pretty much already made up your mind and the things that he mentioned didn't sway your decision in any way, because it honestly didn't sound bad and it didn't seem like it would make any difference to your everyday life.

"I still want to." you turned to look at him again.

He was going to offer you his wrist to avoid putting you in a position you didn't feel comfortable with, but when you stood up and placed one knee on one side of his thigh and the other on the opposite to straddle him he looked up at you with eyes that turned hungrier and hungrier by the second as he knew what was to come. Having you on top of him like that was something he'd thought about almost every time his fangs were deep in your neck so his hands quickly and with no hesitation found place on your thighs, sliding up to your hips.

"You want my neck?" he asked with a voice that seemed so much deeper than usual.

You nodded softly, biting your bottom lip in anticipation as your eyes dropped to it and watched his Adam's apple bobble.

"Can I take my hoodie off?" he asked softly, "I don't want blood on it."

"Are you doubting my sucking abilities, Jeon Jungkook?" you teased, crossing your arms over your chest with a pout.

He couldn't help but laugh at how bad that sounded, his whole body moved while he did it which in turn also moved you and made you even more aware of how you'd positioned yourself on him without even a second thought, a slight nervousness in your stomach because of it.

"Not at all, noona." he spoke with a cocky tone, "But I'd rather be safe than sorry. It's my favourite hoodie, so if you don't mind?"

"Whatever, Jungkookah." you tutted while rolling your eyes, but you could barely keep your smile hidden.

He pulled at the hem of his hoodie, allowing it to reveal his extremely toned abs the further up he pulled it and his skin tone complimented them so gorgeously. You tried desperately not to stare as he pulled the item off completely and threw it down next to him while a burn in your cheeks you hoped he didn't notice settled when his hands found their place on your body again as they did before.

"I'll make two small holes in my neck for you, since you have no fangs and all." he chuckled, "My little human."

You hit his chest with a fist, "Don't make me use the strength I'm about to get to wreck you, Jungkookah!"

"I dare you to try." he smirked as his finger went up to his neck and he dug his nail into his skin twice, hissing at the slight pinching pain it caused.

The blood flowed slowly down his neck and you were mesmerised by it, the dark colour of the droplets and the lighter colour they left behind on his skin as it trickled down. You placed both your hands on his chest and leaned in slowly, watching as goosebumps appeared on his skin when your breath fanned across it. You stuck your tongue out and let it drag across his neck, collecting what had escaped before attaching your lips to the puncture wounds.

It was almost as if a hunger frenzy took over you, a taste so sweet and addicting spreading across your tongue, it was nothing like what you had thought, nothing like your own, but the exact opposite, everything you never knew you wanted. You desperately tried to hold onto him as if he was going to vanish in front of you, but there was no fabric to grab so you slid one of your hands to the back of his head to form a grip in his hair.

His hand slid up your back and to your neck, some of his fingers tangling in your hair while he held onto you and his grip on your thigh grew stronger. You leaned your body against his and your nails started digging into the skin of his chest while you couldn't help your legs squeezing around his hips.

"Fuck.." he breathed, leaning his head to the side to give you more access to him which you happily took, pressing your lips harder against his neck as you sucked with more force and he couldn't stop the soft moan he let out, a quick whisper following, "Sorry.."

It was the sweetest little sound you had ever heard, and you wanted to hear so much more of it, but when you repeated the action he suppressed the moan and instead released a rough sigh. He clenched his jaw tightly as you moved and pressed your body tighter to his, his hands on you almost begging you to repeat your movement while his hardened member laid heavily against your core.

"Noona.." he choked, his voice rough and breathy, "I don't have unlimited amounts like you.."

You swallowed thickly one last time before swiping your tongue across his skin, reluctantly letting go of the intoxicating taste of him. You leaned back with your eyes closed while your hands grabbed onto his bare chest, your ears peaking at the multitude of new noises you could hear that caused a small smile to appear on your lips. Not only could you hear his as well as your own heartbeat, but it was also like you could see the layout of the building in your head, and you could see what floor people were on based on the volume of their voice or footsteps.

You inhaled deeply and the aromas of the air were almost overwhelming. Your nostrils flared when Jungkook's scent reached them, so powerful, a mixture of his cologne and natural scent harmonising so perfectly that you couldn't help the shock of arousal in your lower abdomen. He smelled divine, but there was something else lingering that you couldn't quite put your finger on, your brows furrowing as you tried to figure it out, it was strangely familiar and yet not, sweet, but rough.

"What's that-" you barely managed before Jungkook interrupted you, knowing exactly what smell you were referring to.

"You." his cocky smirk evident in his voice, "Your lust."

You immediately felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment, your hands coming up to cover your face and hide from him. This is what he can smell every time you become aroused? He can smell it this easily and clearly?

"Don't hide." he spoke softly, his hand grabbing your wrist to uncover you again, "I love that smell."

Opening your eyes slowly you almost forgot what he said as you looked around, it was as if everything had gained so much more detail. The tiny lines of fibres intertwining with each other on your curtain amazed you, it was so far away, yet you saw it so clearly. The dust swirling in the air around you and, despite your diligent cleaning, laying on your shelves. You looked down at Jungkook and saw the small wrinkles around his eyes caused by the smirk he portrayed as he was looking at your amazement, the dark blood colour of his eyes seemed almost glowing.

His hand let go of your neck and slid down your back, an immediate shudder running through your body as you inhaled deeply while closing your eyes. It was as if all of your muscles relaxed under his touch and mushy feelings rose in your body making you smile with half a breathy giggle.

"Is this what it feels like when I touch you?" you questioned, butterflies fluttering uncontrollably in your stomach.

"I don't know." he teased, moving his hands gently up your sides, "Describe it to me. What does it feel like when I touch you?"

"Good.." you bit your lip, sliding your hands a little up his chest.

"Yeah?" he purred.

"Mmhm.." you nodded, opening your eyes to meet his gaze, "I'm stronger now too, right?"

"You are." he answered and you felt a burst of joy pump through your chest.

"Good." you snickered, "Because there's something I've always wanted to do."

He raised a questioning brow at you, "Hm?"

You slid your hands down his chest, feeling it expand as he took a deep breath until you reached the middle of his torso and both your hands instantly went to either side of him, digging your fingers into his sides repeatedly causing him to flinch forward in laughter. His hands quickly went to find yours, but he struggled slightly to remove them from his body to end your tickle attack with your newfound strength, but he managed to grab your wrists and put them behind your back, his chest now flushed against yours and his face so close to yours you could feel his breath across your lips.

"You've always wanted to tickle me?" he breathily chuckled.

You nodded enthusiastically with a teasing smirk and your lip situated between your teeth, "But because you're so much stronger I'd have no chance."

"You barely had a chance now!" he laughed as he leaned back on the sofa again and his hands found their all too welcome home on your thighs.

"Oh, is that so?" you raised your brows with a cocky look painting your features.

"Yes, noona." he returned your playfulness and tilted his head, feeling playful as his tongue pressed against his cheek and he eyed you up and down, "Actually, I changed my mind. You had no chance."

You gasped and feigned hurt as your hand flew to your chest and you pretended to be insulted, "The audacity and disrespect you are throwing my way right now, Jeon Jungkook!"

"Full naming me now, are you?" he laughed as you removed yourself from his lap and stood up, prancing past him to the edge of the sofa and around to the back of it, behind him.

"I can't believe that I have to deal with this kind of behaviour from you." you continued overdramatically until you stood right behind him and you saw how he hung his head in disbelief of your obvious acting while sighing to himself with a huge grin.

“How dare you.” you emphasised as you leaned your head next down to his, but you had a secret agenda by getting close to him again. You moved your arms quickly, digging your fingers into his side again and he could barely get up from the sofa as he was laughing so much. The way he was desperately trying to stand up but kept falling back filled your chest with so much happiness that you couldn't contain your own giggling.

Managing to get away from your ruthless attack he stood up and looked back at you with heavy panting, a furrowed brow and cocky smile. You met his eyes with a pretend innocent look while biting your lip to contain your grin, but it was futile, you were having so much fun.

He started walking around the sofa to get to you, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek while he eyed you up and down again. You took a few steps back, but you clearly saw when the muscles of his torso tensed and you knew he was going to catch you. You turned quickly and started running, but sure enough, you didn't get far before his arms wrapped around your waist and he held you close to his body.

"I'm still so much faster than you, little human." he playfully growled in your ear, "And now it's my turn."

"No! No, no no no!" you laughed as you felt his fingers dig into your sides, tickling you just as relentlessly as you had done to him. Your legs buckled under you and had it not been for his hands on your body you would have hit the floor, but instead, he slowly lowered you down onto it, though he didn't stop his attack. Instead, as you felt the hard floor under you and you turned around to face him, he sat on your hips and continued tickling you, but you could barely see him through the tears falling from your eyes.

"Jungkookah, please! Please please please!" You begged through your laughter, your hands desperately trying to remove his from you while you squirmed under him, "I give up! I give up!"

He stilled his hands and looked down at you with the fondest smile, clearly satisfied with himself and your little playtime while you almost gasped for air. He wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumb and gently pushed your hair out of your face before he stood up to extend his hand to you, helping you get up from the floor. You happily took it and he single-handedly with no help from your strength pulled you to your legs, but held on to you as you wobbled slightly.

Looking up at him and his soft smile, you felt a burst of love in your chest which caused you to wrap your arms around his neck and hug him tightly. He stood for a moment, maybe feeling slightly confused about the sudden affectionate act, but followed your movement by burying his face in the crook of your neck with his arms swung around your waist to pull you close to him.

"My life would be so dull and colourless without you, Jungkookah." you whispered softly.

"Mine too, noona." he replied, "I'm so happy I have you."

You squeezed him when you heard his words and that was enough for him, you didn't need to reply, he could tell that you felt the same purely by your actions. His skin felt so warm against yours and you couldn’t help falling more in love with him every time you were together. His intoxicating scent, his kind nature, his incredible looks and his ability to make you laugh so easily, but you knew you couldn’t act on it, even if you had the courage to do so. He was a vampire, a strong pureblood at that, and you were a human, you couldn’t satisfy him in any way he needed other than your blood. You couldn’t hunt with him, you’d be too slow, you couldn’t fuck him, he’d break you, and he couldn’t introduce you to anyone, they’d hunger for you.

As if your thoughts weren’t enough, his phone suddenly ringing in his pocket sealed your fate. He pulled the device out and his eyes widened as he let go of you.

"Shit." he whispered while walking to the sofa to grab his hoodie, "I'm so sorry, noona, I have to go."

"Is everything okay?" you worriedly questioned.

"Yeah, everything's fine." he spoke as he pulled his hoodie over his head, "I completely forgot that I promised a friend to help her hunt."

Her.

Your heart dropped and your chest suddenly had a burst of ice go through it, but you tried to keep yourself composed, pursing your lips into a pretend smile, "I'm sorry I kept you."

He froze on the spot to look over at you, but you avoided his stare and wrapped your arms around yourself as you suddenly felt like all the warmth had left you.

He walked over to you and cupped your cheeks with both his hands, forcing you to look up at him, "You've got nothing to apologise for."

Leaning in he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. It wasn't the first time he'd ever done that, but he definitely kept his lips pressed against you for longer than usual, as if he could tell that you needed the extra reassurance, not that he had any obligation to do so, you were just friends?

"I'll see you again soon, I promise." he smiled before he walked out the door and suddenly your world felt empty. You sighed heavily before looking over at the clock on your wall, 2 AM, it was probably time you went to bed anyway.

Waking up felt harder than usual and you didn't feel like getting out of bed. You had no clients today so you could stay in bed and wallow in your own thoughts but you knew it wouldn't serve you any good, so you threw the duvet off your body, showered and tried to do some self-care.

Sporting an extremely oversized hoodie and a pair of leggings you laid down on your sofa and flickered through the channels on your TV, occasionally picking up your phone to browse your social media sites.

No word from Jungkook but it wasn't unusual that he didn't text you between visits considering he saw you so often, he basically lived with you. The thought alone had you smiling to yourself, but you decided to get off the sofa and be productive, doing some laundry and cleaning the place, not that it really needed it, but it proved to be a much better distraction from your gloomy thoughts than the series on your TV ever could. Before long you found yourself looking out the window and into darkness, your day went by quicker than you thought even though your clock still only said 7 PM.

Wintertime with limited sunlight. Go to bed in darkness, wake up in darkness. Good for vampires, bad for humans.

You poured yourself a glass of water, but you only just managed to take a few sips before your doorbell rang and you went to press the button showing you who was outside the apartment complex.

It wasn't a familiar face. You couldn't quite make out their eyes from the angle of the camera, but judging from their dishevelled black hair, sunken face and small figure they certainly weren't a client of yours. They seemed on edge, fidgeting on the spot.

"Can I help you?" you spoke through the intercom.

"Yeah, I just need a little bit of blood." he spoke quickly and quietly.

Your heart started beating faster. He didn't seem like he would be a friendly and understanding client coming to see you, following your rules and adhering to your terms like the others.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about." you tried to sound clueless, "I think you have the wrong place."

"I know I don't." he growled, "Let me in."

You stepped away from the intercom and the screen went off while you tried to push your fear away. You were safe in the building, he couldn't get in.

Sitting down on the sofa you could feel your body shaking slightly. You tried to calm yourself, but your heartbeat wouldn't slow down and you had a sense of dread clawing at you.

"It's okay. It's going to be okay." you whispered to yourself.

You picked your phone up from the table, fully intending on either calling or texting Jungkook to come by, but the sound of rapid footsteps outside your place stopped you. Your door burst open and it was barely hanging on the hinges when the same man that rang your doorbell appeared.

"How did you get in here?!" you yelled as you stood up and tried to back away, but he was quick to close the door and grab you.

"Your neighbours are very naive." he smirked as he pushed you onto the sofa again to lie on top of you and situate himself between your legs. He wasted no time digging his teeth into your neck as you screamed. His hands clawed at your clothing and he managed to rip your hoodie in half, exposing your bra.

"Stop!" you cried out, "Please!"

He didn't listen and continued to drink from you. His hands ventured down your side and this time he ripped your leggings off, leaving you almost fully exposed. He grunted against your skin, so drunk on your taste and he wanted more.

Tears streamed down your cheeks and your vision was too blurry to make anything out anymore. Your voice was straining to keep the screams going and you knew none of your neighbours would dare come to help you, knowing exactly what you did to pay the bills.

"Jungkookah.." you sobbed, and your chest tightened as soon as you uttered his name, as if a cage too small for your rapidly beating heart had collapsed around it.

You clawed, kicked and punched the vampire showing you no mercy. His hands touching you in every place you never wanted him to and that he had no right to touch.

"Get off me!" you screeched, pushing against his shoulders, but he grabbed your wrists and held them down against the furniture while his hips started grinding against you.

The tightness around your heart decreased until it disappeared completely and your door burst open again with Jungkook's figure standing in its place. His features twisted in anger and a growl you'd never heard before rumbled through the room. You barely registered his move, but you heard the scream the vampire let out as he was ripped from you and his vocals along with his life, you assumed, abruptly ended.

Sitting up you could barely contain yourself, choking on air while at the same time gasping for it as you cried and tried to cover yourself with your arms. You felt as if you couldn't cry hard enough and all you wanted to do was scream at the top of your lungs.

Jungkook appeared in front of you. He squatted down as he extended his arms towards you, but hesitated to touch you and let them hang in the air while he studied you, "Noona.. Baby.."

You reached out and grabbed onto his hoodie to pull him close and place your forehead against his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly, "I'm here, you're safe."

"Jungkookah.." you weeped.

"It's okay.." he hushed you softly, "I'm right here."

Your body shook in his arms and he squeezed you tighter while whispering soft reassurances in your ear. His smell along with his large arms around you proved to settle your panic slightly, but you were still terrified, sobbing into the fabric of his clothes.

"I'm sorry.." you choked, "I couldn't stop him.."

"Hey.. Hey.." he whispered soothingly, "Don't apologise, it wasn't your fault. You did nothing wrong.."

"I couldn't.." you cried.

"It's okay.." he spoke, his own voice seemingly choking too, "I'm so sorry.."

He gently rubbed your back, but he knew he could only do so much. He wanted to take your hurt away and he kicked himself for not being here for you, he was angry at himself and at your attacker. He'd promised himself he'd protect you from anything and everything, but he failed.

"Noona, I need to get rid of the body before it's smell attracts anyone." he whispered as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, "Are you going to be okay? I promise I won't be long."

You sniffled quietly, "Yeah, yeah I'll be okay."

"That's my girl." he tried cheerfully, "I'll carry to your bed, okay?"

"Okay." you shakily breathed.

He scooped you up into his arms, letting you lean into his neck and angling you in a way that ensured you wouldn't see the state the young vampire was in or how he'd killed him as he carried you into your bedroom and gently put you down onto your bed. He grabbed your duvet and wrapped it around your tattered clothes and exposed skin before he cupped your cheeks with his hands so his thumbs could wipe away your tears.

"I'll be as quick as I can." he spoke as he looked into your eyes, as if begging for you to believe him, trust him, and not fear him because of what he was and what one of his kind did to you.

You just managed to nod before he was gone from your sight and the shuffling noises he made in your living room quieted down to nothing, leaving you alone. Truthfully, you would have begged him to stay, but you didn't want the smell of a dead vampire to attract more of them, let alone if they had equally lost control of themselves.

Sighing to yourself, your hands ran across your skin where bruises would probably form due to the strength of the vampire and his disgusting touch. You wanted a scorching shower to burn his presence from your body, but you were too scared to move until Jungkook came back. You cursed your blood, your "gift" and you didn't dare think what would have happened if Jungkook hadn't shown up.

The door to your place closed and your eyes snapped towards your bedroom door, your heart beginning to pound again as you stood up on your knees and your body tensed, your fight or flight response kicking in, but when Jungkook turned the corner of the doorframe, you instantly relaxed again.

"Jungkookah.." you meekly voiced, your eyes tearing up again as soon as you saw his face.

He quickly stepped towards you and squatted down by your bedside, taking your hands in his, "What can I do, noona? Do you need anything?"

You stared into his blood-red coloured eyes and for a moment you were lost. How could some with those eyes be so sweet, so caring and affectionate, but others be so cruel, violent and vile?

"A shower.." you mumbled, wiping your eyes with your sleeve.

"Of course." he smiled, standing up to walk you to your bathroom.

He followed closely behind you until you reached the door where he stopped, obviously wanting to give you privacy while you washed and was exposed.

"Would you.." you turned around to look at him, "Would you mind sitting in here while I shower?"

Your shower cubicle was made of frosted glass, so he wouldn't be able to see you, only a pixilated version of your outline, which is why you had no problem asking and he has no issue accepting.

"Sure, if you're okay with it." he spoke softly as he moved over to sit down on the lid of the toilet, smiling sweetly at you.

Sighing heavily you stepped close to the shower and into it, undressing inside before chucking your clothes out and turning on the water to let it heat up. You stuck your hand under it until you felt it was sufficiently warm and then your whole body, but you increased the temperature more and more until your skin was a fiery red. You scrubbed your favourite body wash onto you to remove any scent the vampire had left on you and regain your own.

Turning to let the water hit your back you could see Jungkook's outline, his body was faced towards the door and away from you. He looked stiff, maybe a little on edge, maybe you'd made him uncomfortable by asking him to join you in here?

Little did you know he was desperately trying not to see even the outline of you naked, the thought alone of something he'd wanted to see for so long, so close, but not under these circumstances, not like this.

You finished your shower quickly so he wouldn't be uncomfortable for too long. Opening the door to the shower cubicle to grab your towel and dry yourself. You wrapped it around you and stepped out, meeting Jungkook's kind smile. He stood up and walked to you, his hand coming up to your cheek and his thumb gently swiped across your it, wiping some of your smudged makeup away.

You probably looked horrible and you felt so shy you had to look away from him, but you didn't move away from his hand, instead, you leaned into it.

"Let's get you cleaned up, noona." he whispered.

You nodded and walked past him towards your bedroom, while he followed behind, his soft footsteps made you feel safe, knowing he was so close. He stopped by your door, turned to you and took his hoodie off, revealing the white t-shirt he was wearing underneath.

"Do you want to wear this?" he asked.

"Please." you smiled, taking it immediately to press it to your body, already able to smell him on it.

You walked into your bedroom and over to your wardrobe, ridding yourself of the towel before putting on some underwear and sweatpants, finalising it by dragging his hoodie over your head.

"I'm dressed." you whispered, but you knew he was able to hear you and he walked into the room behind you.

You let out a long breath as you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror on your wall. Makeup was smudged around your eyes, down your cheeks, your hair knotted and wet.

"Come here." Jungkook spoke as he put his hand in yours and pulled you towards your desk of skin products, makeup and hair products. He motioned for you to sit down and he grabbed some wipes before he squatted down in front of you to wipe the smudged blackness on your face away.

He took great care to be gentle and you couldn't help but laugh a little since it was such an opposite of how you did it, which was usually just mashing the wipe against your face and dragging it around until everything was gone.

"Why are you laughing?" he giggled.

"It's nothing, Junkookah." you smiled, "You're just being really sweet."

"I'm always sweet." he scoffed.

"Yeah, you are." you agreed as he finished and threw the wipe in the bin next to the desk.

He stood up, grabbed your hairbrush and walked behind you. Creating a parting in your hair where it usually was, he then began to take small sections of it and brush through it, apologising every time he hit a knot that would take a bit of pulling to get out, again such an opposite as he didn't know that you had built a resistance to it from when you were younger and your mother was much harsher.

It felt nice being pampered, and you could certainly get used to it. The way his fingers ran through your hair gave you chills and when his nails scratched your scalp you swear you could moan it was so good.

He moved to your front and put the brush down, putting a finger under your chin to make you look up at him as he spoke, "Beautiful as always."

You smiled.

"Do you want anything? Food? A drink?" he questioned.

"No." you shook your head, "Can we just sit and watch some movies?"

"Of course." he nodded before he turned around and knelt down, "Hop on."

"A piggyback ride?" you questioned with a giggle, "Oh Jungkookah, you're really treating me today."

"I know, I'm just the best." he smirked cockily, "I know you love them."

"Only because I know you're strong enough to hold me." you voiced as you put your leg on his side and jumped on, his hands grabbing your thighs while you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in it.

"You're light as a feather." he smiled, "Anyone could hold you."

He carried you into the living room and gently placed you down on the sofa before dropping himself next to you with the remote and the telltale sound of Netflix already echoing through the room.

You shivered and felt a little cold despite being sat like a small ball with your legs inside your hoodie. Jungkook took instant notice of this and turned to look at you.

"Do you want me to go get your duvet?" he asked.

"No, it's okay." you smiled, "Can I cuddle up to you though?"

"Sure, but I'm not sure how that's going to help." he laughed.

You moved close to him and he wrapped his arm around you, his hand settling on your waist while you snuggled into the crevice of his neck and rested your hand on his chest, "Because you're warm, Jungkookah."

"I am?" he questioned with a surprised voice.

"Yes?" you giggled, "Are you not supposed to be?"

"Am I the only vampire that feels warm to you?" he asked, ignoring your question.

"Yeah." you sighed contently into his skin, feeling sleep creeping up on you now that you felt almost strangely at peace, "But you're the only pureblood that I've ever met."

"Oh." he spoke, barely audible, "Can you feel a heartbeat in my chest too?"

"Mmhm.." you hummed, "Why do you think I always have my hand on your chest?"

"I figured it was just comfortable." he shrugged.

"You're speaking about it as if you had no idea about any of it, Jungkookah." you chuckled softly, squeezing yourself closer to him to absorb his warmth.

He simply hummed a small laugh, but didn't explain why he seemed so surprised about your statements. It was normal for purebloods to be warm, wasn't it? To have a faint heartbeat? That's what you'd always assumed since no one had told you otherwise and you didn't exactly have anyone that could teach you all of this stuff since you were quite a unique human, probably as rare as a pureblood. You'd never figured to ask Jungkook about it since you knew there were differences in purebloods and vampires that are turned, such as strength and senses, you thought this was just another one of them.

It felt as if time slipped past you so quickly while your head spun several questions and daydreamed scenarios that you knew would never happen. It took you slightly by surprise when Jungkook’s hand cupped your cheek, “It’s late, noona. Do you want me to carry you to bed?”

The thought of being away from him made you panic and all of the peace you felt was ripped from you as you quickly moved your head from its resting place to look up at him. Your eyes were wide and begging while you spoke urgently, your hand gripping onto his t-shirt, “No, no, it’s okay. I’m fine.”

His hand moved from your cheek and onto yours on his chest. His thumb gently caressed your skin in an attempt to soothe you while his crimson eyes assured you, “I’m not going to leave. I’m staying here.”

“Promise?” your voice almost shook.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your forehead, “I promise you, I will be here.”

“Okay.” you breathed, “But you don’t have to carry me, I’m awake now anyway.”

“Sorry.” he whispered against your skin, “I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“It’s okay.” you smiled while you pulled away as you stood up and looked down at him. You argued with yourself whether or not you should press a kiss to his cheek, but ultimately your more courageous side won and you leaned forward to press your lips against the very corner of his mouth, bordering more on his cheek. You could feel his lips curve into a soft smile while he leaned into your kiss and his hand quickly found yours to intertwine your fingers as you placed your other hand on his chest to steady yourself, enabling you to feel his heart pound just as fast as yours.

“Goodnight, Jungkookah.” you whispered when you pulled away slowly, a victorious smirk on your features as you saw how stunned, but happy he was by your loving action while you walked to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

You closed the door before you walked over to the sink with a long sigh expelling from your lungs and your eyes peered up at your own reflection. That was the closest your lips had ever gotten to his and it exhilarated you so much. You stood for a moment while you were almost too dazed, you couldn’t help but to press the pads of your fingers to where you’d felt him, your heart threatening to beat out through your chest.

Shaking your elation, you brushed your teeth quickly before walking to your bedroom. You left the door slightly open so the sound of what Jungkook was watching and the light of the room would help you relax. You removed your sweatpants and his hoodie to instead wear an oversized t-shirt, but you dropped his hoodie down onto the pillow next to yours so you could still smell him.

Hiding under the warmth of your duvet you grabbed your phone and let curiosity get the better of you as you opened Google and typed what you wanted to know.

"Why would a vampire be warm?"

The first hit seemed to be a blog run by a vampire that provided information to humans who were curious about the ins and outs of their society and abilities, but it caught your eye that they'd answered exactly what you wanted to know so you opened the post and read on.

"Purebloods and their halves.

Unlike humans and vampires that are turned, purebloods have a predestined other half that will complete them. Purebloods do not get to choose who they fall for like others. Some purebloods do not like this, as it makes them feel like they are not in control, but they cannot fight their need to be with their other half.

It is rare that this other half is not another pureblood, but it does happen. If two purebloods find their halves in each other, they will know immediately, but if one finds their other half in a human, it's harder to tell, even for the pureblood, and it's impossible for the human unless they know the signs.

Telltale signs of you, a human, being the half of a pureblood are things you will never see in another vampire.

Their bodies will be warm to the touch."

You gulped, check.

"They will have a faint heartbeat, though this isn't their own, it is an echo of yours resonating in them. It will always be pounding in the same rhythm as your own."

Jungkook had a heartbeat, but you'd never noticed if it was beating the same as yours. Would you be the only one that could hear it, if that was the case?

"You will feel like all is right in the world, even if it isn't, even if you knew that you were going to perish within minutes, if they are by your side, you will feel at peace."

No wonder you'd been so calm after what happened earlier today. You'd tried not to think about it, worrying that something was wrong with you because you weren't as affected as you think you should have been, when all along Jungkook was the reason you were composed.

"Their blood will taste good. Addictingly good. You can be certain that you are their half if their blood tastes heavenly to you, any other will taste vile."

That's where you stopped reading. You didn't need any more confirmation. You were Jungkook's other half, but what did this mean for you? Did he know? If he did, then why hadn't he said anything? He knew the signs, didn't he? You'd confirmed all of them to him.

You put your phone down and your room went dark. You laid quietly, the only noise in and light in your room was that which was coming through your cracked open door. Is Jungkook a pureblood that doesn’t like not being in control of who their other half is? Is that why he hadn’t said anything?

Questions swirled in your head and you had more of them than answers. You weren��t going to confront him about it, in case he didn’t want you to be his half, in case you’d lose him if you did it. You didn’t want him to disappear, and it didn’t mean that you couldn’t find someone else, right?

Sighing heavily you turned into your side and wrapped yourself into your duvet. It was going to be okay, nothing had to change. He was still here, still yours, still his loving self.

You opened your eyes to Jungkook lying behind you with his body pressed against your back. His arm was around you so his hand could lay heavily on your stomach and his fingers were spread out against your skin. His face was already buried in the crevice of your neck to swipe his tongue against your skin and place hungry kisses.

"Jungkookah.." you moaned softly.

"Mmm.." he hummed, "Your moans are so cute."

He snuck his other arm under your head so his hand could reach your breast. He softly swiped his palm across one of your hardened nipples and you couldn't help the way your body writhed against him with a soft sigh being expelled from your lungs.

His hand on your stomach moved down and grabbed onto your thigh to open your legs for him. He guided it back and let it rest against his hip while he pressed his solid member against your ass. His hand slid back to your core where he let his fingers dance ever so lightly across your folds on the outside of your underwear, and relished in the whimper you let go of.

His hand moved from your heat and up your body taking the hem of your shirt with it so his other hand could pinch your bare nipples gently, but he quickly moved the hand back down again and slid it under the edge of your underwear so his fingers could finally feel your wetness.

"You're so fucking wet, baby." he growled against your neck while he pressed the pads of his fingers against your clit, "Such a good little pet."

"J-Jungkookah.." you moaned, leaning your head back and he took the opportunity to capture your lips in a kiss.

You whined into his lips when he started circling your clit softly and your hands grabbed at the sheets below you, unable to keep your hips still as he touched you so expertly.

"Noona.." you heard his voice, but it sounded faint and he couldn't have said it since your lips were pressed together. You felt a soft touch on your cheek, but both his hands were elsewhere on your body.

"Hey.. Noona.." you heard again and this time you woke up to Jungkook hovering above you. His knuckles were pressed gently against your cheek while his other hand was next to your head and his arm was fully stretched as he supported himself. You looked around repeatedly and he could tell you were confused about where you were.

"Sorry, you were.." he paused to decide on his words, "Calling for me."

You knew damn well you were moaning his name and he'd heard you do it, maybe even seen it.

"Sorry, Jungkookah.." you whispered with embarrassment while averting your gaze from his, "I was dreaming."

"Was it.." he hesitated, "A good dream?"

You looked up at him and the soft outline of the light coming through your door made him look even more ethereal than usual, if that was a possibility, but you nodded in confirmation nonetheless.

"I'm glad." he said softly as he moved his hand and his thumb caressed your skin instead.

You closed your eyes and enjoyed his loving gesture, but as your eyes fluttered shut you became all too aware of the fact that his torso was bare and his sweatpants left little to the imagination. There was a very clear outline of his member lying against his thigh - his hard member.

"I'll let you go back to sleep." he whispered as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, but when he moved away you grabbed a hold of his hand and he turned with questioning eyes.

A need in your body made you move, a throb in your core from your dream only sinking deeper in you from the years of lust you'd felt for him. Despite the nervousness shaking through you and your heart pounding behind your ribs, you knew you had to do this - you had to have him.

You pulled him down to hover above you again while you pushed the duvet off of you. He looked down your body slowly before flickering his eyes back up to meet yours and let you guide him onto the bed with you, positioning himself in between your legs as you dragged the duvet back on top of both of you.

He leaned on his elbows that were placed on either side of your head, effectively encasing you below him while his hand tenderly stroked your hair. Your palms slid up his back to his shoulder blades to hold onto him and keep him close to you while you pressed your forehead against his.

"Is this okay?" he whispered, his breath tickling your lips because of how close he was.

"It's perfect." you smiled.

Resting your head back down on the pillow you noticed his lips were slightly parted and his fangs were shining in the dimmed light. Despite having him by your side for so many years and being so close to him so often, you had never touched his fangs or even had a proper look at them, but you were curious.

You moved one of your hands from his back and hesitantly placed it against his cheek to let your thumb graze across his bottom lip. When he didn't move away from your touch you gently pulled his lip down so your thumb could slide onto his fang and you could finally gain a proper look at it. It was incredibly sharp and you were worried if you even tried to touch the tip of it, it would pierce your skin like it was nothing and you would bleed.

Raising your eyes they met his, and you assumed he'd been studying you the entire time. The dark crimson colour of his eyes had always been a fascination of yours, they were almost hypnotising and you could barely look away when he'd catch your gaze.

Your chests pressed together made you aware of how heavy his breathing was, almost as heavy as yours. His stare had changed from his usual tender and cute look, to a predator that was fighting to stay in control of his actions. His eyes were piercing below a furrowed brow with lips that were itching to find yours, ears peaked to hear all your whimpers and hips begging to thrust.

Licking your lips you noticed his eyes dart down to them to see your movement and he eagerly mimicked the action. You lifted your head slightly and leaned closer to him, but you stopped not far from his mouth to ensure he was okay with what you were doing. He didn't hesitate in closing the gap between you by pressing his soft lips to yours, giving in to the hunger you'd both been feeling.

You both took a deep breath as soon as the kiss initiated, as if you'd both been underwater for a prolonged amount of time, deprived of oxygen and you finally reached the surface. His fingers dug into the sheet next to your head and he collected the fabric in his fist while your nails delved into the skin of his back, and you let a small moan go.

Moving your heads opposite each other, your lips never strayed far from his. Your hand moved from his cheek and into his hair to grip it while his moved from your hair to your cheek. Your core needed friction and the desperation to be soothed by him was unrelenting. Lifting your hips up against him you felt his firm member brush against your clit and a shock of pleasure rushed through you causing you to mewl into his lips and grab onto him.

He adored the sound you made and, now knowing that you wanted it, he pressed his member harshly against you again, but you broke the kiss this time, his movement feeling so much better than your own when a shudder went through your body. He looked down at you with a smirk painted across his lips as you opened your eyes and flickered them up to his.

You placed your hands on his chest and pushed him away slightly. He was almost worried he'd done something wrong until your hands slid down your body to the hem of your shirt, and you pulled it up over your head to expose your bare torso. He looked slowly down your body with a sharp inhale as you dropped the item on the floor and let him memorise you. His hand slid slowly from your cheek down your neck and to your breast so his finger could swipe across your nipple. His touch left a trail of fire on your skin as you exhaled and lifted your chest, whimpered for more, yearning for him.

Your sounds broke the spell your body had seemingly put on him when he looked up at your flustered face and quickly pushed his lips to yours again while his hand possessively held on to you and trailed down to your thigh where he lifted your leg to his hip and pushed against you.

You couldn't get enough of him. Your fingers dug into the skin of his back and he arched it into your action, adoring the marks you left on him. His hand on your thigh moved up to your ass where he grabbed it and held on before sneaking his index finger under the edge of your panties, but it was quickly followed by the others as he slowly pulled it down.

“Rip them off.” you moaned between kisses.

“Are you sure?” he breathed, his grip already tight on the fabric and ready to pull.

“Mhm..” you hummed while pulling him closer by his hair and opening your mouth for his tongue to find yours.

He almost didn’t wait for you to confirm before your underwear tightened around your skin and you heard it tear, leaving you completely naked below him as he let the clothing drop to the floor. Your kisses were messy, passionate and rough while his hand slid to his sweatpants and you could feel him dragging them down his thighs, his scorching skin coming into contact with yours and a bolt of lightning went through your core when you felt his member fall heavy against it. You moved both your hands to his waist and slid them to his back when he held his member and softly nudged it against your core. He pushed softly into you and his hand let go of his member, his grip instead favouring the wooden headboard behind your head as your hands slid to his ass and you pulled him into you, your legs tightening around him as he broke the kiss and buried his face in the crook of your neck, a soft moan escaping both him and you.

“Baby..” he growled softly as you could hear the wood of the headboard break under his strength.

You exhaled sharply the further in he pushed, the pain so raw but so good you couldn't help but beg for more, your hands gripping onto his ass to pull him closer to you faster.

“F-fuck Jungkookah..” you whined, “You feel incredible..”

“Your cunt’s gripping me so tightly, Y/N..” he groaned as he fully sheathed in you.

You barely managed to adjust to him and feel his member throb inside you before he swiped his tongue along your pulse and again found your lips for an open-mouthed kiss. His breath hit your lips heavily as you're sure yours did his when he pulled out of you and slowly rolled his hips back into you in steady motions. One of your hands slid from his ass up to his shoulder to hold onto him when his hand let go of the headboard and fell down next to you to support him.

You lifted your legs up further on his sides as your eyes watching every time his abs flexed when he rolled his hips into you and how his arms doubled in size to support his weight. It was as if he knew what your sounds meant and what you wanted more than you did, as if he 'd always known and was in tune with you, because his hand slipped down and grabbed the back of your thigh, pushing it up so he could go deeper in you. You whined and broke away from his lips, noticing how his jaw clenched and a smirk appeared on his lips from your moans before you closed your eyes to lean your head back and you lost yourself completely to him.

“Your moans are so cute.” he purred.

You couldn't help but raise your hips to meet his movements, but he wanted complete control over you so he moved one hand to hold your hip down, and sneered at you, “Lie still baby, I promise I'll take good care of you.”

You whined with a nod and your lip bitten between your teeth while adoring the way you knew his strength was going to bruise you and leave memories from tonight for a while to come. Lifting your head to look at him, you moved one hand to his chest and the other past his cheek and into his hair, gripping it tightly. As your hand passed his skin he shifted his head so his nose was pressed against your wrist where he inhaled deeply and looked down at you in the corners of his eyes, the red colour still vibrant even in the dark room and his fangs shined between his parted lips in the dimmed moonlight.

In a matter of milliseconds, he hooked his arms under you, turned you around and sat upright with you straddling him, causing you to let out a whimpering gasp.

“Sorry..” he breathed while looking up at you knowing you weren't used to his speed as he kicked off his sweatpants completely.

You shook your head with a shy smile, wrapping your arms around his neck, as he reached up and brushed your hair behind your ear. He pulled you close to him and let both his hands slide down to your ass where he held onto you and slowly lifted you up to slide back down on his member as If you weighed nothing. He loved seeing your eyes close and how your brows furrowed from the pleasure he gave you. As he raised and lowered you, your proximity to him let your nipples rub against his chest, and it only allowed further strings of pleasure to shoot to your core. He leaned in and licked along the skin of your neck, tasting you and soothing you while he increased his pace, fucking you harder and faster.

You scratched along his back and felt him lean into you with a low growl, “It feels so good when you mark me, Y/N.”

“Yeah?” you cooed.

He held you still and buried himself as far inside you as he could, causing you to whimper when he pulled you closer and pushed his lips to yours. You writhed your hips against his body, begging for more and you could feel the tightness in your core much more clearly now that you were still.

“Such a desperate little human.” he smirked when he pulled away from you, “Aren't you?”

“Jungkookah, please..” you breathed, your eyes flickering up and down his features while his did the same.

“Who're you desperate for, kitten?” he teased with a raised brow and hooded eyes, putting a finger under your chin.

“You..” you whined, “Only you..”

“Such a good girl..” he hummed while lifting you slightly and pulling a little out of you so he could look down, his member now visible between you, “Is this what you want?”

Your eyes flickered down and you saw his member coated in your essence, illuminated by the dimmed lights before you mewled, “Mhm..”

He pulled your hips to him in a harsh and powerful movement, his member thrusting into you in an instant again causing you to moan loudly and tremble on top of him. You held on to him as if he was holding you together, worried that if you'd let go, you'd get lost. His hands slid to your ass again where he quickly picked up the pace of lifting and dropping you on his member.

“J-Jungkookie..” you mewled.

“What is it baby?” he smirked as he leaned back and his eyes searched your face, his actions never seizing.

“So good..” you breathed, shutting your eyes while letting your head hang and your hand gripping his hair tighter, “So close..”

“Already?” he chuckled, “Gonna cum for me?”

You nodded repeatedly while biting your lip, feeling your body moving on its own with and against his. He fit you perfectly, just as you wanted it, he was almost too much, but perfectly so. He loved watching you become so intoxicated by pleasure, just as he always was by simply being around you. His eyes, ears, and mouth captured, and memorized every part of you, every movement and noise you made while at his mercy. Your thighs tensed and pressed against his sides while your breathing became shallow pants, so focused on achieving your orgasm.

“That's it, baby, I've got you.” he cooed, “Let go for me.”

You felt the pressure behind your core race towards you and your abs clenched together, preparing to let go. Your climax danced on the very edge of your clit until you finally fell over the edge and your body started rhythmically contracting, your core throbbing on Jungkook's member while breathy mewls fell from your lips.

“Fuck..” he moaned softly into the skin of your neck.

Closing the small gap completely between you, you held your arms tightly around him and continued to roll your hips against his to ride out your high. One of his arms wrapped around your back and he held still while you could do nothing but shake with pleasure in his embrace. He wasn't finished with you, which was evident as he turned you around quickly and laid you down on your back.

“I want to taste you so bad.” he hummed as he pulled out of you and started kissing down your body.

“Jungkook-ah, don't..” you panted, “I'm so sensitive.”

“I know.” he spoke between kisses as he laid between your legs, “I'll be gentle, I promise.”

He dragged his lips against your inner thigh before going closer to your core and letting his breath fan across it. Pressing his mouth to your folds he let his tongue dart out and lightly trace across them, ending in a flick against your clit that had your body twitch and a gasp drag into your lungs. Your hand reached down to hold onto his hair while he licked along your entire slit to taste everything you had to offer. Your body trembled as his arms wrapped around your thighs to hold you close and prevent your hips from moving away from him while he placed his tongue flat against your clit to circle it as lightly as he could, but it was still almost too much for you.

You halfway sat up and looked down at him between your legs, your body twitching every time he hit your clit. He looked up at you and made eye contact while your hand softly held onto his hair and he earned small whimpers from you, but he soon let go and moved away from your core, licking his lips while he came up to kiss you.

“Best thing I've ever tasted..” he purred.

His hand slid onto your side and down to your hip where he grabbed you to flip you onto your stomach. While hovering above you he moved your hair from the side of your neck so he could lean down and swipe his tongue against your skin as he pressed his thighs against yours to get you to spread your legs further for him and without him even asking you raised your ass for him.

“So good for me.” he whispered as you turned your head to look back at him and he leaned his forehead against your temple.

He so easily, without hands, slid back into you and your mouth fell open in a silent pleasure-filled inhale. You gripped onto the pillow in front of you as he lifted one of his hands from the mattress and let it move across your shoulder to your neck and then your chin where he held onto you harshly as he started thrusting into you roughly, harder and faster than before.

He let out a growl like noise before pressing his mouth to your cheek while breathing heavily, “Your cunt feels so much better than I dreamt of.”

You couldn't help but chuckle cockily with a huge sense of pride in your body, “You dream about my pussy, Jungkookie~?”

“Every time I had my teeth in you.” he sneered as he let go of your chin and his hand slid to your back and he pushed your torso down against the mattress, “And more.”

You reached over and let your free hand grab onto his forearm, your forehead following suit quickly to press against it too. Your eyes peered out through their corners and you saw how fixated he was on you. His red eyes switched between yours and where he was thrusting into you. His abs as well as his biceps flexed with every movement he made while his hair in sharp points, coated by the sweat also shining across his skin.

“Fuckh..” he breathed as you saw his eyes close and his head lean back with a stutter in his hips, he was nearing his limit.

His head snapped back to look at you and he let go of your back, letting his hand fall on the mattress so he could support himself on it again. He leaned down and you turned your head to meet him in a tongueless kiss he continued down to your neck where you extended it to let him come closer.

“Noona..” he whispered as his hips slowed down and his nose slid across your pulse.

“Kookie..” you cooed back.

“Can I bite you?” he asked for permission.

“Any time you want.” you smiled, “I'm yours.”

His tongue swiped across your softest spot and his fangs dug into your skin, so easily breakable for him. Your core tightened around his member and he moaned into your skin while his hips increased their pace again. He lifted his dominant hand and slid it under you to reach your core where he slowly, but with force, started circling your clit.

You groaned, closed your eyes and licked your lips while backing your body into his. You could feel his hips falter and become slower as he kept still inside you for longer periods of time until he completely stopped moving with a soft groan and you felt his member throb repeatedly and spill everything he had.

Writhing beneath him you knew that his fangs in you combined with his member and his fingers circling your clit you would be coming undone sooner than you could prepare yourself for. He laid still and heavy on top of you while trying to make you cum, admiring your moans and movements. You leaned your head back against his shoulder and moved your hips against his hand as you felt the tightness in your stomach come crashing towards you.

“I-..” you whined, “I'm gonna cum..”

He growled into your neck and increased the pace of his fingers, so addicted to your taste, your scent, the way you moved and your voice. Your legs tensed and locked in place while your abs contracted, seemingly knocking the air out of you with every move. Your toes curled and your feet stretched as your breathing stopped for a moment while your orgasm finally took over and your core clenched on Jungkook's member in quick succession.

He released groans and mewls into your skin, almost unable to keep his fangs in you as you near tortured him with pleasure on his sensitive member, but as his fingers slowed, the time between your core constricting grew larger until you had completely ridden out your orgasm and you were completely spent.

Pulling his fangs from you softly, you fell down on the mattress completely with a struggling breath and a shaking body. He removed his hands from you and hovered above you, supporting himself on both his hands while whispering against the skin of your back and gently kissing between your shoulder blades, “Tell me you're okay..”

You turned your head and looked up at him through the corners of your eyes with a smile, “I'm okay..”

“Did I hurt you?” he questioned with worry in his voice, “Was I too rough?”

“It was perfect, Jungkookah..” you mumbled while closing your eyes.

He pulled out of you as gently as he could, but it still caused you to whine and scrunch your nose in pain.

“I'm sorry..” he spoke with guilt before lying down next to you and letting a hand caress your arm.

You turned onto your side to move close to him and he immediately wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you close to his body.

“Don't apologise..” you smiled while pressing a kiss to his chest, “It was everything I dreamt of.”

“You dream about having sex with me, noona?” he teased.

“Every time you had your fangs in me.” you replied with a giggle, “And more!”

He laughed at you repeating his words, but you always made him laugh, and you loved hearing it, beyond his voice, it was the sweetest sound that existed to you. You snuggled into his chest and intertwined your legs with his because you wanted to be as close to him as possible and never let go, but you knew you should probably have a shower before you leaked the mess he had made inside you onto the sheets.

“I should wash..” you sighed.

“Do you want me to go turn on the shower for you?” he asked with a soft voice.

“Mmm..” you mumble, “And carry me..”

“I know you're joking, but I will do it.” he chuckled.

“I know..” you smiled, “You're so sweet..”

“Because I-” he stopped mid-sentence and froze.

You looked up at him with tired, but curious eyes, “Because you what?”

He cupped your cheek and you leaned into his hand while closing your eyes, feeling his forehead press against yours as he whispered, “You know what I was going to say.”

“I want to hear it.” you whispered back with a smile.

“I promise I'll take good care of you as long as you want me to.” he spoke with a low voice, “I love you.”

You leaned your head up to push your lips to his while sliding your hand to the back of his head where you pulled him closer, silently guiding him on top of you and between your legs again.

“I love you too.” you mumbled between kisses that got progressively more heated and passionate.

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BnHA Chapter 267: My Name Is

Previously on BnHA: Hawks stabbed Twice in the back of the head. Twice stabbed another guy in the back of the head. Everyone’s just running around stabbing or being stabbed. I should probably clarify that Twice actually died, because this is a shounen manga, so sometimes you have to clarify that this particular stabbing was actually fatal. Not just one of those flesh wound stabbings. Anyway so it was super sad, and now Dabi’s gonna face off with the sexy scarred murderous Hawks, and Toga and Compress are also going to be feeling a bit stabby after all this probably, and so that’s the general mood here I guess. I kind of need a break now so I’m wondering if we’re gonna cut to any of the kids. Because if we stick around Horikoshi may actually have to give us Dabi flashbacks. God forbid.

Today on BnHA: Tokoyami has a flashback to when Hawks told him he’s weak to being set on fire. This terrible thought weighs on his mind as he and the other lads and lasses of U.A.’s child soldier vanguard are escorted away from the battle via Fatgum and his absolute goat of a quirk. Dabi is all “:D you killed Twice, I’m gonna set you on fire repeatedly now” and Hawks is all “ffff no that’s my weakness also WHO ARE YOU” and WE GET SOME HAWKS FLASHBACKS?! and then Dabi is all “:DDDDDD [CENSORED]” and it’s literally fucking censored fuck my life. but also !!! because he actually fucking said it, though?? He really went and revealed it just like that?? And now Hawks knows, and he’s all shocked, and Dabi goes to kill him afterwards but TOKOYAMI IS ALL “ON YOUR LEFT!!!!” and OH SHIT. Also Endeavor saves Miruko so DOUBLE OH SHIT. Oh my god. I’m sorry this summary is all over the place but I can barely type a coherent sentence now so just TAKE THESE EXCLAMATION POINTS AND GO!!! SPREAD THE WORD. BE FREE.

everyone before we begin I would just like to tell you about my discovery this week. I learned that when I type the word “Dabi” on my phone the next word that the keyboard predicts is “flashbacks.” google keyboard is on to me. so now the FBI and the CIA and whoever else google is selling all my data to all know. I can only imagine. “she seems to spend an inordinate amount of time talking about ‘Dabi flashbacks.’ what’s a Dabi.” I’ll tell you what a Dabi is. it’s a guy whose fucking flashbacks we never fucking get that’s what

anyway so let’s read this chapter whose spoiler tags have already been filling up my dashboard, which is always a good sign. who will die this week? Horikoshi please have mercy on us in light of recent real life global events. maybe you can just have everyone abruptly decide that they are all done fighting and want to go home

-- GOD BLESS US EVERYONE

who could have known, years ago when the very first mangaka was drawing the very first color page, that this medium would one day soar to such great heights. who could have imagined that we would one day be witness to this masterwork, this magnificent fucking triumph of a colored manga page. holy shit. I will cherish this always

for real you all think I’m joking but I genuinely don’t want to scroll down lol. let’s just stay with Miruko forever. where it is safe. and sexy. goddammit

OH SURE, THEY GIVE US HAWKS FLASHBACKS

anyways but lol

guys. we’ve been over this. fire is everyone’s weakness. just. I’m not quite sure people like Hawks and Kamui Woods actually grasp that. do they think normal people catch on fire and they’re just “oh, this is actually all right.” also, side note kids, please don’t use this answer if this ever comes up during a job interview

wow

what a gamechanging plan of action. don’t catch on fire. Toko write that down

WOW

you guys. YOU GUYS. IT GOT BETTER

who could have known, years ago when the very first mangaka was drawing the very first gag panel, that this format would one day ascend to such lofty summits. who could have envisaged that we would one day behold such a showpiece, such a grand fucking slam of a joke panel in a shounen manga

anyway Horikoshi sure does love his English portmanteaus. I’m kind of stunned by how great this is you guys. but getting back to more serious observations, all I can say is thank fucking god somebody is actually thinking of the children! nothing terrible had better happen to them or I swear!!

so Fatgum is explaining that the plan was to have them use their respective quirks to help take out a bunch of bad guys at once, and that the grown-ups will now proceed to rope them all in and capture them. and dammit, I was trying to avoid having to post the panel because it takes forever if I post a lot of them, but I just noticed Mt. Lady over there stomping fools in the background and so now I have no choice

A+ chapter so far you guys. 5 stars. keep it up

one-and-a-half year-old Kaminari Denki has already fallen asleep. he wishes he could live there. I wish I had the words to adequately convey how utterly delighted I have been by this entire “everyone rides around in Fatgum’s belly” mini-arc, which is now my favorite part of the entire series (as always with the exception of “Dear Midoriya I’m really sorry”)

and I also just really love the timing of it?? right after the “here’s that angst you ordered” emotional sobfest of the last chapter, we’re taking a quick break to cut back to the Fatgum Express (excuse me, Fataxi) just to keep things from getting too heavy. this is such an important balance to strike. please don’t let this arc get too dark, Horikoshi

oh shit

right, Dabi?? but I’ve had an entire week to process my feelings about it and I’m more or less good now! how are you

not particularly great, then

and also, fuck. so Horikoshi was gracious enough not to show Twice’s murdered body even though he confirmed he was indeed killed (so apologies to anyone who was still holding out hope. it sucks but at least we’ve got closure). first he cuts off the bottom of the panel, and then he has Dabi literally cremate him on the fucking spot. there’s really going to be nothing left at all of him or any of the clones. I’m just gonna sit here and try not to think about that or else I’ll get sad all over again

anyway, so also Hawks’s wings have been totally incinerated now it looks like, and he’s just barely yeeting himself out of the way with whatever he’s got left

boy this is getting rough

love how Horikoshi is avoiding showing Dabi’s face!! that was sarcasm by the way because I don’t love it! he pulls this shit all the time with Bakugou too! show us their emotions dammit!

anyway. how kind of Dabi to stomp out Hawks’s flames for him like that. you see. they’re still friends

HOLY SHIT

APPARENTLY IT IS??? I GUESS WE ALL GRIEVE DIFFERENTLY LMAO. SOME PEOPLE GET SAD AND CRY AND OTHERS JUST GET REALLY SCARY AND CRAZY

like. not to nitpick or anything, but your tear glands are actually located above your eyes. maybe he means his tear ducts. also I’m not a doctor or anything and I can barely name like three bones actually so maybe I should just shut up!

anyways though, out of courtesy let’s just take Dabi at his word that grinning like a deranged lunatic is a perfectly normal response to watching your friend get murdered by your sexy archenemy. who is to say

and what exactly is your dream again? to make Stain’s will a reality or something like that? so purging the world of false heroes I guess?

DAMMIT DABI FIRE IS HIS WEAKNESS

most people would at least scream, wouldn’t they? Hawks??? does that not hurt??!

DSFKJSL:DKGHLSDKGHL

no!! I won’t be fooled!! Horikoshi and Dabi flashbacks is like Wile E. Coyote and painting a fake tunnel onto a cliffside! don’t be conned by his deceitful forced perspective!

LOL YOU SEE

apparently this man really will do anything to keep us from getting a Dabi flashback, even if that means giving us Hawks flashbacks instead lmao. WELL SHOOT. OH DARN. POOR US. WE’LL JUST HAVE TO SETTLE try not to look too happy guys he can sense satisfaction

anyway so here’s baby Hawks

okay, so -- does fandom still hate Hawks. like, I haven’t checked the bnha tag much since this weekend so I don’t know if the general consensus is still “yeah he’s cancelled” or if we’re cooling down at all yet? anyway so I apologize if liking Hawks is still A Wrong Thing To Do, but just fyi he’s still adopted and I haven’t unadopted him and I love him unconditionally even though he’s in timeout. and so now that Baby Hawks has appeared to rival all other Baby Characters (BABY YODA WATCH YOUR SIX!!) with his lil wings and his Endeavor plush and his quiet lil nodding head, I just need you all to know that I would die for him without hesitation and that’s just how it is friends

(ETA: also, jesus christ. “Keigo-kun, you can say goodbye to your name from now on!" I’m surprised they didn’t assign him a fucking number. what the fuck. time for some grueling training, lab rat #184. better get ready. jesus. he’s like 7.)

sdlkfjLSDGHOSIDFOIOOIIO

THE MAN THAT -- WHAT. WELL HOT DAMN, TAKAMI THEORISTS! GO ON AND GIVE YOURSELVES A BIG PAT ON THE BACK. YOU EARNED IT.

snap. gotta calm down. too much hype all of a sudden. easy does it

OH ARE YOU KIDDING ME THAT’S IT??

noooo go back. fuck

and how the hell do you still have eyebrows, Hawks. how are you still even alive, let alone sexy. is fire your weakness?? is it really??! WELCOME TO BNHA THE MANGA WHERE ANYONE CAN SURVIVE ANYTHING. EXCEPT FOR BEING KILLED OFF-SCREEN AFTER WEEKS AND WEEKS OF BUILDUP

WHAT THE MONUMENTAL FUCK

HORIKOSHI WHERE ARE YOU I’M READY AND WILLING TO VIOLATE SOCIAL DISTANCING RIGHT NOW TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE SO COME ON

what the fuck. is this a Tarantino movie. or an Eminem song. anyway but we all know what he actually said though so let’s just scroll down and see how Hawks is going to take the news

oh my. I suddenly understand Dabi’s “grinning like a lunatic” reaction to witnessing a tragedy now. ohhhhhh that’s the good angst right there

so now Dabi says that if he wasn’t Hawks’s target in the beginning, then Hawks “would’ve been done for from the start”? ...what. lol what. am I just too tired to understand this you guys. I’m so confused

okay well I still have no fucking clue what that all meant but on the next panel he’s saying that Hawks shouldn’t have been focusing on Tomura or the League

is he suggesting that he has the power to bring down the hero system by revealing that he, the son of Endeavor, was made into a villain? am I reading into this right?

holy moses. I can’t believe this is really happening. this plotline is finally on the move oh my god I can’t even I’m getting way too excited I can’t??

HEY WHAT

well it matters to me you big melodramatic jerk!! don’t even pretend like you’re really gonna do it. I have zero fear of Hawks actually dying right now, not after that. there is way too much plot attached to him, gtfo with this fakeout shit

but more importantly, why the fuck are we cutting to Gigantomachia now oh shit. don’t tell me Fatgum got the babies out of there just in time

FUCK ME I NEARLY SCREAMED OUT LOUD

HE CAN BE ACTIVATED BY THE RECORDING OF AFO!! SOMEONE HAS THE FUCKING ON SWITCH IN THEIR HANDS OH SHIT, THERE’S THE DISASTER WE WERE ALL FUCKING WAITING FOR RIGHT THERE

WE’RE CUTTING BACK TO MIRUKO NOW??? CAN THIS CHAPTER GET ANY MORE HYPE MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS

let the bodies hit the floor let the bodies hit the floor let the bodies hit the floor let the bodies hit the [deep breath] FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO --

OH NO!?

okay like any reasonable person I am very concerned by the implications of this. and yet a part of me just wants to focus entirely on the “AM I GETTING TIRED AFTER LOSING AN ARM AND A SHITLOAD OF BLOOD AND FIGHTING FIVE NOUMUS ALL BY MYSELF FOR LIKE AN HOUR? ...NAH.” you’re absolutely right Miruko that would be ridiculous

ARE YOU SERIOUS

either she’s about to die and she knows it, or SHE WAS JUST TOYING WITH THEM WHAAAAT. I genuinely don’t even know which it is?? but it better not be the former and it absolutely is the latter though

GOSH DARN THAT MIRUKO

THERE SHE GOES. MY CZARINA

excuse me did this guy just fucking impale her

SHE ONLY HAS THE ONE GOOD HAND LEFT LIKE CAN YOU PLEASE. can you fucking not, though?! and also I forgot that being impaled through the torso is another thing in this series that’s actually fatal. well fuck

(ETA: also he ripped out her hair!! look here you piece of shit I’m gonna --)

lmao but yeah, somehow

Horikoshi. if you kill off your one cool strong top ten female hero character. just so you know. I will. ...you know what, just don’t do it, how about that. just don’t

ohhhhhh I might be about to get really mad you guys. we’ll see. we’lllllll see

SON OF A BITCH

GODDAMMIT, OBVIOUSLY TOMURA CAN’T FUCKING DIE SO WHY DON’T YOU FUCK OFF WITH THIS ENTIRE SCENARIO YOU’RE PRESENTING TO US RIGHT NOW HORIKOSHI, HOW ABOUT THAT. fuck everything I can’t believe chapter 267 page 16 was the last page of the entire manga you guys. tell me I’m reading way too much into this

ffffff

you literally had the perfect chapter. Fataxi!! Baby Hawks!! censored Touya reveals!! why would you go and. ...

I knew it was a mistake reading past that amazing color page you guys

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH MY GOD I DIDN’T SCREAM BUT I SAID “HA HA!” OUT LOUD?!

-- AND AGAIN!!!!!

YOU WANT SOME??? YOU WANT SOME?!?!

FUCK YES. EXCUSE ME WHILE I CRACK OPEN THE WINDOW AND SHOUT SOME EARNEST “WOOOOOOO!!”S DOWN UNTO THE CONFUSED STREETS BELOW

y’all. I was this close to cancelling every damn thing. you don’t even know. my god I think I was grinding my teeth there

“you know what this manga has had quite enough of as of last week? tragic deaths! you know what it has not had nearly enough of? dramatic last minute saves! you know what it hasn’t had any of? TOKOYAMI VERSUS DABI, A.K.A. YOUR NEW FAVORITE MATCH-UP OF ALL TIME, YOU’RE FUCKING WELCOME.” geez. calm down Horikoshi. be cool man be cool

you guys. it was almost perfect, and then it wasn’t, and then it very much was. my god. how did I not see that Tokoyami save coming with all that buildup in hindsight. clearly he saw the fire on page four and was all “oh no! his weakness”

only thing is. it’s yours too, bud. :/ don’t think I’ve forgotten how this all played out during the forest arc. and meanwhile on top of that we’ve got Gigantomachia about to have the rudest of awakenings. goddammit. why is everything so dangerous and so awesome thanks I love it but geez

#bnha 267 #dabi #hawks #tokoyami fumikage #miruko #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste spoiler recap #makeste reads bnha #plot twist he wasn't actually revealing his name in that panel #he was just unleashing a tirade of vicious cursing #that's why hawks looks so shocked afterwards #really touya #this is a kid's manga

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nasty-b · 4 years

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No longer new at all

A Reader x Feitan Fanfic

Warnings: Non-con, Graphic, Abuse, Mindfuck

Heed the fucking tags folks

Requested by @bananaprincess0

Feitan wants to go ‘home’. Phinks has been riding his asshole this whole time about the last mission not going as planned when it wasn’t even his fault. It was probably everyone's fault but his. Did that matter? Apparently not, because he’s still sitting here and listening to the blonde chew his ass out for reasons he’s completely unaware of. He might as well just leave, it’s not like they’re going to solve whatever grudge is going around with this ‘conversation’. More like a one sided argument really.“Ey- Ey! Fucking pay attention when I’m speaking to you-“

Feitan continues to tune the other out and look to the side to watch the clouds roll past on the giant canvas that is the sky. Mhh.. he got more poetic. He supposes she rubbed off on him. It almost makes him giddy to think about them two rubbing off on each other.. The short man is faintly wondering what she was up to while he was standing here like an idiot and let Phinks yell at him. Maybe the h/c haired woman was making use of the toys he got her. Some gaming consoles and all for good behavior. He made sure to continue to use the ‘good behavior gets rewards’ tactics and it had worked wonders.

In almost any region at least. She was still repulsed by him touching her in any sort of manner, which was fairly understandable, but not an issue for him personally. Feitan did his remote best to not completely tear his woman apart but sometimes just watching her struggle made him tent his pants.. so maybe, he’s not admitting it but maybe.. he sometimes had a bit of a deathgrip on the woman on purpose to encourage a bit of wiggling. His mood sours at the faint realization that it’s his own fucking fault that she’d flinch every time he touches her. Maybe one day he’ll be able to remedy it, buy her with enough rewards. By now she’d know he’d never actually kill her but hurt her? Feitan’s still very open with that notion.

First week she tried to piss off and he broke both her legs in retaliation. That.. left an impression. After that y/n never tried to run away again but it also made any sort of interaction extremely unreal and fake. She smiled at him but it wasn’t real. She did it because he told her to and that made him only angrier. The man closed his eyes and frowned, his lip pulling tight as he tried to figure out why the woman was being so difficult. It’s as if she was retarded. Feitan could give her literally anything she’d want and here they were, playing cat and mouse because she’d rather cling to a life that didn’t appreciate her-

Then again. First time they met he did kick her in the stomach for no actual reason and more because he had the urge to.. Maybe that’s where he really missed it? The man sighed. Phinks wasn’t getting the program, he’s still talking and Feitan’s out of patience. Maybe leaving was going to be the best action here, if he had to sit through hours of this he’d rather do this later when his mood was better. Right now he’s really lacking the patience for this. Y/n was all alone too, he’d rather spend some time with her. Frankly, Feitan can stand letting off some stress. Heh.. His eyes open as he thought about the primal urge he felt going through his spine.. Oh yeah. He’s getting some ideas.

Whatever, Feitan tensed his legs and stood up finally, to his not extremely impressive height. Phinks gave him a sour look and they ended up staring at each other for a moment. Don’t antagonize him, he’ll only- “I wasn’t listening.” Great job. Phinks goes red like he was about to turn into a lobster but before he can blow up again, Feitan turned his body away and just left the situation all together. He’s ignoring the yelling behind him, the blonde knows well enough to not grab Feitan from the behind. That was like asking for an actual battle. He’s not in the mood for one right now, more into a mood of putting his cock into his girlfriend. Girlfriend. He makes a face at the word. That’s not what she is.

She’s more like.. his woman? Kind of, well not emotionally and not mentally either, they were way too off for that. More of a physical ownership. Not that it mattered, he’d get there eventually. Once he got back to her, he’d just beat it into her. Repeatedly.

She wasn’t bleeding anymore at least. Only the first few times, afterwards it was like her body just grew used to him. Frankly, she felt like a perfect mold around his cock. It’s probably not what she felt like though, seeing her sob and choke in despair as she just looked at him like she had learned the hard way how to do. If she didn’t he usually reprimated her. It was a steep learning slope, but they were slowly getting to a point where she didn’t cry as much. At first she usually would be in visible pain, now it ebbed off to just discomfort.

Feitan made sure she wasn’t in pain anymore. Y/N just loved to make a drama out of it because she was still unused to him. It hadn’t been that long that he’d expect her to realize how good she was going to have it yet. This was a long, wearing process of taming a wild rabbit. Sure, it thought freedom was the way of life but that’s because it didn’t know the comfort of a captivity in luxury and safety. She’s complaining that he’s hurting her, he knows he’s not. Take it from someone who hurt people a lot during his lifetime, he was pretty good at telling when someone was in pain and when someone was just exaggerating. Case in point, when he pulled back and then jerked his hip a bit upwards to slam as deep into her as he could he got a weak gasp instead.

His eyebrow twitches at the sound. It had been happening the past few times, once she had healed from their first time and he made sure to not tear her again. Feitan put a little effort into pleasing her sometimes and, while it was a normal biological reaction that she had little control over, it sometimes did manage to rile her up slightly. Not by much, the woman herself had never cummed while they were together. Mostly because Feitan didn’t care if she did. He tried to give her one at some point but she fought it so violently that he saw it reasonable to let her keep this for herself for now.

Eventually she’d give it to him willingly anyway. He tilts his head at her, slowly reaching up and grabbing her in a mock-gentle fashion by the side of her face and giving her horrified expression a warm and inviting smile as he slowed his pace and just began gently rocking into her. She was flushed and sweat, her h/c hair sticking to her half dressed body. She’s wearing a shirt, because he was not feeling touchy today. Maybe he’d feel it next time. “Even you should start getting bored of your temper tantrums.” They’re not tantrums. They’re realistic reactions to someone raping you but a good opportunity to scrutinize her and make it a huge lesser deal than it was.

It wasn’t that he was dumb enough to think her reactions were overdone, he knew they were valid in the face of what he was doing to her, but if he told her long enough that she was just being dramatic, eventually, whether she knew better or not, she’d feel like it too. The wonders of human mentality. Some people were stronger in that regard than others. Y/n? Not exactly a strong person altogether, the woman was so sensitive to pain just the threat of breaking a finger had her in almost hysterics. Considering she was a civilian that grew up in a normal environment, not that much of a surprise. The woman isn’t answering him. She knew better, unless she agreed with him being silent was her best option.

Feitan didn’t take protest well, in fact, he didn’t take it at all. The man felt his cock twitch when her walls clamped down on him in reflex and he closed his eyes for a bit, just relishing in the sensation. Work had been hard.. (No it hadn’t.) He deserved a break. Deserved some pampering, some indulging in his needs. It’s what he tells himself even though he knew that by moral standards he deserved nothing but a rope around the neck. Good for him that he didn’t care about morals. The need to listen to his had stopped long ago. Feitan pressed his slim body against her and exhaled, she’s shivering, trembling and just biting back wails. She won’t get used to this fast.

He’ll have to keep it up, otherwise this might take forever. Not that he didn’t have the time, or patience. He could muster it if he tried hard enough.

#Feitan #Reader #Feitan x Reader #HXH #Hunter x Hunter #Dead Dove do not eat

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incomprehensiblelentils · 4 years

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WOWOW you're married? that's so cool,,, i'm a sucker for proposal stories do you think you could tell?

aww this is so sweet! I’m afraid that our proposal story is both nonexistent and actually kind of depressing, because there wasn’t so much a proposal as a sobbing phone call the night of the 2016 election, which was when we decided to change our plans from “eh we’ll probably get married for legal purposes someday” to “oh god oh god we have to do it ASAP.” So we got married about a month later in New York with a friend as a witness who we thought was going to be able to officiate, but it turned out she can’t officiate anywhere but Oregon, so we just went to the courthouse instead. Which was actually quite funny because a) when we went to check in on our wedding day, the employee at the front got very confused (possibly because B was wearing a white tutu but I just wearing my best plaid shirt and a nice vest and maybe didn’t look like I was actually supposed to get married) and she asked “wait where’s the husband?” and b) the officiant was the world’s nicest lady who was listening to extremely loud gospel-y Christmas music when we stepped in and was absolutely delighted to marry us. I sincerely hope she’s having a good life.

ANYWAY sorry to disappoint but I do have a good story about how we started dating, which is: (cut to spare your dash lol)

we met here on tumblr writing about the TV show Dollhouse, eventually met up a couple of times at the local ComiCon, and B gave me her email to send pictures that I took of her and her friend cosplaying GOT.

Then we emailed for a year, getting extremely personal about it within like a month, and eventually switched to texting constantly.

We met up a couple times for cons and stuff (and took this picture), and I derailed my friend and I’s trip back from SDCC 2013 just to give B the giant GOT poster I bought for her (at this point I was EXTREMELY in love with her and I thought maybe if I bought her stuff she would get the hint lmao).

She spent a whole summer emailing me Broadway musical albums that she loved, including Next to Normal and In the Heights (two of my faves now).

I made her dolls of both Nora Gainsborough (True Blood) and Daenerys Targaryan, because they were her faves.

In January 2014 I decided to take a weekend and visit her by myself, so I did, and then we started writing a Warehouse 13/True Blood crossover smut fic about Nora and HG, during which she had to grab my hand and stroke the back of it with her thumb to demonstrate a thing she wanted to write into the story. You know. Gal pal things!

I also had her watch Imagine Me and You because she never had and this was a blatant attempt at flirting, which only sort of worked, see hand holding.

Oh and also my car broke and I had to stay an extra three days and I remember thinking, “wow, normally I’m done with being around anybody after 48 hours max, but I don’t mind at all staying with her so long,” and that was when I Knew.

For Valentine’s Day she got asked to dinner by some dude in a class she was taking, and I jokingly said, “I could be your pretend girlfriend if you wanted to get out of it!”

Anyway finally on the night of February 28th 2014, I came back from seeing The Lego Movie with some friends and B and I texted throughout the evening (as usual) and somewhere around 1 AM I decided “fuck it” and told her how I felt, and then we spent literally 3 hours processing our feelings, and then I woke up to a very cute tumblr message about how she woke up and thought excitedly “wow, I have a girlfriend now.”

Also if you would like to hear the longer and more in-depth version of our relationship, my wife wrote a series of posts about it on her Wordpress blog (you have to scroll back a little for those posts, sorry) starting with this one.

#anonymous #toriasimmons

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inorganicone2230 · 5 years

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Divine Intervention (Part 2) Yandere!Erasermic x Fem!Reader

Part 1 Part 3

Summary: Sometimes a little divine intervention is necessary to take back the ones we love... whether they want it or not.

Warnings: Suicide, kidnapping, forced relationship, emotional and mental manipulation, typical Yandere behavior, possible non-con in future chapter.

Side note: Mild smut in this chapter, nothing TO graphic but you have been forewarned nonetheless.

You could say you hated sleeping, but that wasn't entirely accurate, you enjoyed a good night's sleep as well as the next person. No, what you truly hated was dreaming! No matter how hard you tried you always ended up passing out in exhaustion at some point. Usually after a few days of making yourself to stay awake and your body finally entered a kind of forced self-shutdown.

When you sleep, you dream. And you hated your dreams. They had started occurring when you turned 15, and at the time you and your parents -who you spoke to about these dreams- had simply chalked it up to youth and teenage hormones. But now -years later- you still had them and you we're terrified every time you felt yourself nod off. The dreams were never the same but they always shared similar things. The same locations and the same two men. Only ever two.

These dreams weren't frightening in a traditional sense but more to the point that they made you feel uneasy. Like they were a long personal series of warnings meant only for you.

In these dreams you were fully aware of everything that went on around you, but it was like only your eyes existed in them. You could not move, speak or even blink! You were like a living, invisible statue, unable to interact and only able to see what was right in front of you, everything was dictated by the will of the dream and the two men.

The two men in question -one dark and subdued, the other bright and boisterous- were always the main focus of your dreams. You had spent a lot of time in your early years trying to focus and pay attention to them, to hopefully learn something about what all this meant. But after a while it soon became obvious that it would never work. The dreams had a way of tuning certain things out. For example, even after all these years you still did not know the men's names, their voices would become mute whenever they were spoken by each other and you were unable to read their lips, nor did you know who or what they were. You had the vague impression that they weren't meant to be human, as deduced when you saw the Golden One hold his glowing hands over an oak seed and grow the tree to full height in a matter of seconds. Or when you saw the Dark One become upset over something once, black smoky tendrils slithering out from beneath his elegant robes to strike out and kill all the living things around him.

Sometimes you were made to watch them alone, each going about his own business separately in what you have come to figure out was their palace. Sometimes you watched them talk softly to each other while sitting in their lavish garden. And in these quiet moments of theirs, you could occasionally catch them mentioning someone named (former name). They both seem to love and miss her quite a lot, you learned once that she had died a long time ago but you knew nothing else beyond that. And you really didn't want to know anyway.

But the worst though, was when you were made to watch their intimate moments. These were the bits you had never told anyone about, not even your parents.

The first time you saw them had started off like all the other dreams. You saw them go about as usual until day rolled into night and they began to retire. Usually the dreams ended here, but not this time. You learned they shared a room… and a bed. You saw the Dark One approach the Golden One, taking it upon himself to undo his wheat colored hair from whatever way he had styled it, running his fingers through it softly. You saw him kiss his neck as he reached around to expertly untie his robes and grasp the other man's hardening member. You saw the Golden One throw back his head in ecstasy and give a long and low growl. You saw him spin around, the Dark One dropping to his knees to eagerly take the appendage in his mouth while the Golden One dug his fingers in his black locks. You heard the filthy words that spilled from his lips, the dead woman's name gasped over and over along with what you guessed was the Dark Ones. Both names were rasped with what you could only describe as pure carnal desire.

The Dark One did not seem to mind another's name spilling from his lovers lips. But you soon learned that both enjoyed speaking it when in the throws of their passion, like a fantasy they couldn't live without. And finally, after what felt like a lifetime of sheer embarrassment, the Golden One finished, spilling his seed into the waiting throat of the Dark One who seemed more than happy to drink it all down. Both wore contented smiles on their faces as they pulled away from each other. And as the edges of your dream began to fade and you felt your conscience being pulled awake you saw that the Golden One was about to reciprocate the act. You couldn't be happier to wake up.

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Soon though, you began to dread the dreams after that as the men's intimate moments came more and more often. Just like right now.

You wished that you would wake up. You normally did right after they were done but sometimes you were made to stay for their pillow talk. Like this time...

“I cannot wait to see her. It will be so wonderful to have her here with us again, to have her laying down between us. To hear her breathing and see her smile.” The Dark One eagerly said.

The Golden One nodded in agreement. “Yes! To feel her bare skin against ours once more. To hear her sighs and moans, to be inside of her and spend ourselves between her legs and lips! It will be so perfect!”

This back and forth went on for a few more minutes and if you could have rolled your eyes you would have. But this was different than usual, they spoke as if she was going to be coming back any day now. As if she was going to come back from the dead!

‘Is that even possible? If they could bring her back why haven't they done it yet? Oh fuck, am I going to have to watch the three of them the way I have these two? Gods I hope not!’ You cringed at the very idea, even as you felt the beginnings of your waking. And as you begin to wake and uselessly pray that this dream will be the last, you miss the lecherous smiles the two men shoot your way.

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“Do you think she suspects anything? Do you think she remembers anything?” Hizashi asked his partner.

“No. There is still no recognition in her eyes when she sees us, she most likely will not remember anything until we give her the medicine. It has taken five thousand years to get to this point, anything could have happened to set our plans back, but I feel like we are in the clear now. We're so close to having her again, the last few steps will go flawlessly. Of this I am sure.” Shouta spoke, his tone final and his words ironclad.

“My thoughts exactly Shouta. My thoughts exactly.” The God of Life agreed as he straddled Shouta from behind once more. All this talk of you had worked him into a frenzy and it seemed the God of Death agreed.

It was a long and miserable eternity to get to this point. They had spent centuries upon centuries crafting and re-crafting fates design for your rebirth. They wanted you to look and act as close to yourself as they could. And while there would always be a few minor differences between you and your past self, they had done the best they could. Of course, once your memories of the past were returned to you, those differences would hardly matter. Everything would be perfect again.

Everything.

I decided to push this chapter out now since I'm going to be doing doubles at work over the weekend and probably won't have time to do any writing! 😥 I hope you like this chapter!

And as I said before, thank you again to @jadepillar18 for the inspiration on this story!

Enjoy!

#yander!erasermic #yandere!erasermic x reader #erasermic #shouta x hizashi #dreaming #bnha smut #smut #yaoilove #forced voyeurism #yandere bnha #bnha #reader insert #gods au #typical yandere behavior

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touyanii · 5 years

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Another kind of surprise

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia

Pairing: Dabi/Reader, Dabi/fem!reader, DabixReader

Warning: Con noncon, nsfw

Word count: 5,911

Summary: Female Reader meets up with Dabi in a Love Hotel. I think you know where this goes.

Notes: Heyhey, this my first time writing anything! So i hope it’s okay and not too mediocre and you guys will like it. I tried, okay.

Also biiig thanks to @bnha-babes-and-baddies for proof reading and giving me the confidence to post it!

Link to AO3: here

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You were looking forward to see Dabi that night. It had been three weeks since you had last seen him and you truly missed him. But him being a villain required caution, so it wasn’t easy to meet up just whenever either of you felt like it. He usually only had time in the middle of the night, but you being a student and having to wake up early, this could be problematic. Both of you tried to have time for each other on weekends, but that also failed sometimes.

Ever since you and Dabi had met you really had started appreciating Love Hotels. There was no staff around at all. Atleast not where anyone could see them. The room selection and payment worked via machine, and food, drinks or goodies were, once ordered, delivered in a box that was connected to your room, so no one would ever see you and you wouldn’t see them. It was perfect.

Just having entered the Love Hotel, you checked the available rooms, paid, and made your way to it. You closed the door behind you and leaned against it as you pulled out your phone to send Dabi the Hotel Location and room number. Smile forming on your face, you hit sent. The Love Hotel was a safe haven for you two and the place you had gotten to know each other. You’ve had many conversations, drinks, dinners and game nights there, and eventually even your first time.

Taking off your shoes, you went inside to drop of your things. As you walked around the room, you heard your phone buzz and checked to see his message.

“40min. dlt"

You rolled your eyes. You had told him so many times that he wouldn’t have to tell you to delete the messages, but he still did. It hadn’t only been three weeks that you had seen him last but also that you had talked to him last, so you were really excited for tonight. The two of you only would write each other to plan your meetings and would delete those after you had decided on when and where. Dabi didn’t want to get you in any trouble and you didn’t want anyone to be able to track him down, so texting the bare minimum and deleting the messages was essential.

Since you had to wait anyway, you decided to switch the TV on, get comfortable on the bed and go through the drinks and food menus. After getting an idea of what you would order later, you went through your social media for some more time.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard a specific knock combination on the door. It was him. Jumping off the bed, you ran towards the door in excitement. When you opened it, he was standing there, devilish smirk on his face, his blue eyes staring right into yours. You were about to jump hug him when he suddenly grabbed your throat with one hand and held a knife upon your face with the other.

His hand on your throat tightened and he managed to heave you just enough off the ground that you had to stand on the tip of your toes. What was going on? What was he doing and why? The shock was all over your face and Dabi just smiled upon seeing you like this.

“You better don’t make a sound y/n”, he whispered into your ear and pushed the tiptoeing you back into the room and locked the door behind him. He let go of your throat and as you got back on your feet, you grasped for air, looking up at him. You were just about to ask him what the hell he thought he was doing. But before you could get a word out, he grabbed your wrist and twisted it so harshly that the pain automatically made your body spin around. Your arm was twisted behind your back, keeping you in place.

He leaned forward, his head peaking over your shoulder. “Y/n, you will do just as I say, or..”, it was then, when you felt the knife’s blade on your throat. “You will do as I say, won’t you?”, the knife’s pressure made the blade dig into your skin and you nodded as you felt tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

Dabi shoved you, using the pain from the arm he was still holding behind your back, across the room and pushed you on the bed. Your torso was flat on the bed, while your legs were still on the ground in front of it. You tried to get up when you were pushed down into the mattress by Dabi’s weight on your back. “You agreed to do as I say, you fucking bitch. Don’t try to resist or you’ll regret it. You know my quirk and I doubt that you’d want me to use it on you.”

That was it. You couldn’t hold back your tears and cried and sobbed face down into the blanket. You were scared. So scared of the person you loved and who you thought loved you too. While you were crying and still trying to understand the situation you were in, Dabi used the time to tie your arms tight behind your back.

His weight lifted from your body but your arms were tied, and you were way too scared to even dare to move even though you were in this awkward position, bent over the edge of the bed. You couldn’t see anything but you heard a metallic sound behind you. You were still sobbing and waiting for whatever he was going to do to you next, as a painfully strong whip across your ass, pulled you out of your thoughts and into reality. The whip had been so strong and sudden your whole body had jerked and you had screamed up. Another whip followed shortly after. Another. And another. The metallic sound from before must have been him unbuckling his belt that he was now using on you. The leather, metal, and intensity of the strike made the whipped areas on your ass feel like they were burning, as if the skin was tearing up. It hurt so much and Dabi hadn’t even bothered to lift your skirt and hit your skin directly, but you were scared that he would do so soon.

You felt a familiar pressure on your back, pushing you down again. Dabi grabbed you by your hair and pulled on it just enough that your face left the mattress, to face his, peaking over the shoulder again.

“You’re really crying, aren’t you? Pathetic.”, he spat.

“Please, don’t hurt me, Dabi.”, you managed to bring out between the sobbing.

Dabi furrowed his eyebrows and paused a second to look at you and the fear in your eyes before he continued, “And here I thought that you wanted to be dominated and humiliated.” His face moved so close to yours that you could feel his breath on your skin when he whispered, “Don’t think I’d forget any of those nasty and lewd thoughts you shared with me.”

He forced his tongue into your mouth when it hit you. He had dared you to tell him your kinkiest scenarios and fantasies a while ago. You had been so embarrassed to tell him. He even had gotten you to watch your favourite hentais together with him. He was obviously happy at the time that you trusted him so much you’d tell him something so personal but he actually never asked or mentioned anything about all this after that. Was Dabi actually trying to fulfil all your fantasies that normally got you off when watching porn? You couldn’t deny that you liked rape in hentai and that you had fantasised about this and, like Dabi had just said, getting dominated and humiliated. Getting whipped was just another thing you had wanted to try in bed.

So Dabi was just acting. Acting too fucking well for his own good. He had you terrified. He probably only wanted to “surprise" you with this whole play before you could ask him to try those things, but you really should have talked this through. But now you knew and gave into his kiss, twisting your tongue around his. Dabi was a really good and passionate kisser. So much even that he had you twisted around his little finger ever since your first kiss. When he pulled out of it, you two were still connected by the salvia, and he looked deep into your eyes, waiting for approval to continue. You nodded.

He smirked and his face disappeared from your side as he got up again. “Well, well,.. look at you, ass up high. It’s in the perfect position and height for me to just force myself into your cunt and fuck you raw. I’d really love to do just that but..”, he slapped your ass and fondled it, pushing his nails into your cheeks skin, “I’d love it even more to tease and mess you up so much that you beg for me to fuck you.” Another slap followed on your other cheek with his second hand and you felt yourself getting wet, of what he had just said and the things you imagined he had planned for you.

It was sure that you weren’t going to be able to see him clearly in that position but you still turned your head. All you could make out was his silhouette behind you. He hooked his fingers into your skirt’s hem and pulled it down slowly, together with your panties. Your face turned red at the thought of the view Dabi had right now. Your core, exposed like this.

Dabi’s silhouette vanished from your vision as he perched down to appreciate the view. You felt both of his hands forcing your legs just a bit apart. Then he parted your lips with his thumbs and even though you tried holding it back, a whimper escaped your mouth. Dabi snickered at your reaction. “Just a moment ago you were crying. Had fear written all over your face. But the moment I spread your legs and lips apart, you whimper. That really shows what kind of person you are, Babydoll. Actually, not Babydoll. You’re just a slut. I bet you’d let any stranger fuck you.”

“No, I’d neve-“, you chocked on your words and squirmed at the pain shooting through you, as Dabi hit your ass with all he got, just where he had spanked you before. “To make this clear, I wasn’t done talking and if you interrupt me one more time, I’ll use my belt with the same force with which I hit you just now. Then…, I don’t remember giving you the right to speak. Or did I, you cheap cumdump?” You shook your head. “That’s what I thought. Well anyway, what I was gonna say before is that I’m disappointed. You’re bent over like this, presumably ready to take anyone’s cock but you’re dry as dust down here. It’s a shame, really. But remember what I’ve said before, I love to tease and mess you up. I’ll get you so dripping, soaking wet, they’ll have to throw this mattress out.”

This acting of his was incredible. It was also incredible how much it turned you on. He was going all out and when he was already like this now, it really made you worry about that last statement of his. You heard him doing something behind you but couldn’t make out what and you were not as stupid as to ask. It took a second until you felt his hand on your skin again. It was resting on your butt when you suddenly felt something touching your anus. You tried to pull away at the sensation but Dabi held you in check. “These anal beads are small and I lubed them up real good so don’t worry.”

To your surprise, he had actually broken character. The sound of his voice just now was like his usual. You hadn’t told him that you wanted to try anal. Maybe it was something he had wanted to try. His voice was calm and soft when he had said that. You were certain he didn’t want to hurt you with something you hadn’t “asked” of him. He assured you they were small and lubed up after all and you trusted him.

He aligned the first bead and slowly pushed it in. It was a weird feeling, bead by bead sliding inside you, but you didn’t dislike it. When all beads had entered your behind, you actually grew a liking to the sensation. You weren’t sure if you ever wanted to try and take on Dabi with his size but this certainly felt nice.

Dabi rised from the back and reached out for your head. His hand sliding through your hair, until he grabbed a handful and yanked at them, pulling your head and finally your body up. As you were leaning with your back against his chest, head pulled back by his steady grip on your hair, he whispered, “Turn around, slut.” The pain on your scalp let go with his grip and you followed his order and turned around to face him. When you looked up to face him, you saw that same devilish grin from before. He was enjoying this and you felt more and more that the kinks you had were the same as his.

His hand moved over the soft skin of your face, his thumb wiping away the tears still running down your cheeks. He’d make sure you wouldn’t cry of fear anymore but instead from the pleasure he’d make you feel. He moved his hand from your face to his pocket and pulled the knife out again. He cut through your blouse and your bra and ripped the remaining fabric off of you. He wanted to see your perky little tits.

Dropping the knife, he went ahead to cup your breasts in his hands. They were small but he still liked to fondle and play with them. Tilted down forward, he started licking and sucking them. Your body tensed up when he began teasing your nipples by biting and chewing on them. You felt embarrassed standing there bare naked with Dabi having his way with you. He flicked and pulled on your buds and squeezed them so hard, a soft moan left your lips. Hearing you like this, while he was teasing your hardening nipples between his fingertips, he decided to move on, let go of you and pushed you back onto the mattress.

Again, only your upper body was really lying on the bed. Your hips on the edge and your legs hanging down. He perched down in front of you like he did before but this time he heaved up both of your legs and made them rest on his shoulders. You knew what was coming and your heart started to beat faster.

This guy was a real tease, you waited and waited for him to start to eat you out but instead he only let you feel his hot breath on your lips and clit. It felt like a little eternity to you, while Dabi was trying to get a look of your face in between every other breath. It wasn’t your face reacting though but your arms that were tied behind your back and on which you were lying, hence were unable to move. All you wanted was to break free, grab his head and pull him closer to force him to start. This situation didn’t leave you any chance of getting a hold though and you could do nothing but let him do with you as he pleased. But even if your arms weren’t an option.. . You crossed your legs that were resting on Dabi’s shoulders, behind his neck and pulled them together just a bit to get him closer to you. Seeing his reaction had you even more excited. He was looking up to you from between your legs, grinning, the look on his face saying, ‘you’ll regret this’.

There it was, his tongue slithering between your folds, working his way up to your clit. Channelling between teasingly, sucking, licking and chewing on your most sensitive nerve bundle, as you felt the temperature rise to your head. Dabi knew how to use his tongue to make you feel desperate. He purposely pleased you agonisingly slow. He was going to wreck you tonight and nothing would stop him.

He parted your lips with his fingers and went to explore your depths with his tongue. You moaned and bucked your hips when he dipped into your slit. He raked his nails across your skin until he dug them into your flesh to hold you tight in place. He reached as deep inside you as he could and tasted your wetted walls. He grunted licking up your juices. The thought that he’d made you this wet just by orally pleasing you, made his cock throb in excitement. He could hear through your mewling and breathing that you were close and pulled away leaving you just on edge. Your eyes opened wide at the loss of his touch. You had been so close and now you were just a dripping hot mess longing for more.

Red flushed face, the lewd look in your eyes, the heavy breathing making your chest go up and down, it was decided, he couldn’t hold back. “Get your legs off of me, Slut.”, he said and slapped your sloppy wet pussy. You flinched and let your legs slide off Dabi’s shoulders. He went to hold you at the back of your knees and slowly pulled you down the bed, to the floor to him.

He squished your cheeks, making your mouth plop open. Holding your face tight with his grip and holding eye contact, he murmured “You got really wet for me, huh.” You looked to the side in embarrassment but Dabi was quick to turn your head to make your eyes meet again. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, you cheap cock sheath. I bet you can’t wait to get a good fill of me, right?” He made you nod himself. “Before we continue, I just wanted to let you know how delicious you taste.” His talking got you to blush even more and made your hole twitch. “So, thanks for the meal. I enjoyed it very much. But you got me really thirsty.”

He let go of your face and got up to walk over to the fridge to get some water and gulped half the bottle down. The arousal, and the heat he had caused throughout your whole body had left you thirsty too, so you begged, “Dabi, please. I’m sorry for talking but please let me drink too.” He snickered and walked back over to you. He held the open bottle to your face and as you opened your mouth to position it to get a sip, he pulled it away and emptied the bottle over your head. You shivered at the cold water running down your body. You looked up to Dabi standing over you. “Don’t worry, you’ll get something to drink, but it won’t be water.”

He pulled off his shirt and threw it on the ground and continued with his pants and boxers that he pulled down in one sweep and kicked them off his legs. Standing there naked in front of you, you couldn’t but stare at his erection. Dabi had been your first and only, but you knew that his size was above average. Both in length and girth. It was intimidating.

His dick was standing tall and dripping precum and he didn’t waste a second before grabbing it, pulling you closer by your hair, and wiping it all across your face. After he was done taunting you, he let go off himself but reached for your nose instead, forcing you to open your mouth to breathe. Barely opened, Dabi was already pushing against the small opening. “Come on, open that pussy mouth wide.”

You followed his orders mainly because you needed air. And that was harder to get than you thought. He forced himself further into your mouth with every breather you tried to get. Eventually, the lack of oxygen made you feel lightheaded and your eyelids started drooping. He let go of your nose and pulled out of you, when he realized and gave you a minute to catch your breath.

It was the first time trying to fit all of him inside your mouth. You had licked and sucked him before but you had mostly worked on the head. It seemed your mouth was too small for him but you loved him and wanted to make him feel as good as he made you, so you opened your mouth as wide as you could, tongue sticking out and spit dripping from the tip.

You had already tried taking him before and it hadn’t been possible, he was aware of it. He hadn’t planned to try it again tonight, he had only been playing with you but the look you gave him said something else.

“Are you sure?”, he asked, audible hesitation in his voice. You nodded. He cupped your face with his hands, holding it softly, but you knew it would be over soon with “soft”. His cock was slowly brushing past your lips, into your mouth, pushing further in, bit by bit. The deeper he got the harder the pressure on your jaw. The pain in your jaw getting more intense made you squint and finally shut your eyes completely. Seeing you struggle, Dabi was about to pull out again, but you wouldn’t let him and moved your head forward, following him.

New tears forming in the corners of your eyes, you looked up to him. “… You better not complain later.”, he said cold and pushed back into you. If that’s what you wanted, he wouldn’t hold back. The grip on your face got tighter and Dabi forced his thick fleshy cock further in, ignoring any signs of struggle coming from your side. With a thrust he eventually managed to disappear completely inside you. You gagged at his dick deep throating you. Breathing was hard and only possible through your nose, which was pressed against Dabi’s pubes. The musky smell of his genitals sent another wave of excitement down your spine, to your vagina.

You weren’t aware of it but Dabi had seen your slight shiver. “Fuck, y/N, you’re so hot and tight. I will mess you up good, whore. You won’t be able to talk once I’m done with you. But since you are nothing else than my personal living cumdump, there’s no need for you to talk anyway.” Dabi’s hips started to move, his dick sliding in and out of you, his balls hitting your chin every time he reached down your throat.

Treating you like this had gotten Dabi so excited that it didn’t take long for him to step up his pace face fucking you. Your small mouth and throat felt so tight around his member, it drove him crazy. He started panting and you felt his penis grow even larger around your cheeks and tongue. He looked down at you. You looked so messed up. Hooded eyes, tears streaming down your reddened face, drool dripping from the corners of your mouth, down onto your breasts. Throwing his head back and grunting, he thrusted into you forcefully a few more times until he came and his cum shot down your throat. He held your head tight until every last drop had found its way into your mouth and throat and his hips had stopped bucking into your face.

“This should quench your thirst. Now be a good girl and drink up,” he said with a shaky voice. He waited until you were done swallowing his cum before pulling out. Your mouth had been full with Dabi’s flesh and now without him it felt so wide and empty. It was when you tried to finally get a good breath that you realized how much your jaw and throat had been abused. Everything was aching and felt swollen and bruised.

“I’m curious what you sound like, babe. Tell me what you are", he taunted.

“C-cumm-.. dum-“ was all you got out in the state you were. Dabi had just come but hearing you like this made his penis lively again. You watched as it rose stiff again right in front of your eyes. You wanted his thing between your legs, fucking you, and waiting for it was agonizing. You wanted him so bad you began stroking your face against his hardening cock. “Da-bi,.. plea-.”

“Hmm? What is it? Do you want something from me?”

“Fuc- me. Plea-.”

“I can’t understand you. Would you repeat that?”

You started sobbing and stroking your face across his shaft harder. He had to take you now. You wanted him. Needed him. It made you think that you were exactly what he insulted you as, a slut. You’d probably let anyone, anywhere fuck you now, if only it meant you’d finally get some relief.

Pulling yourself away from his groin, you let yourself drop to the side and onto the floor. Lying there, in front of the bed, you moved your legs and spread them, as far as the bedframe behind you let you. Dabi chuckled, “You really are desperate. I’ve never seen something like it. I’d love to know what your teachers and friends would think of you, seeing you like this. A hero slut in training just waiting for her hole to get stuffed by a villain.”

Dabi kneeled down in front of you and pulled you by your legs, positioning himself between them. He went ahead and pressed his erect penis against your folds, followed by sliding it between them. He had already noticed some time before that you loved this and that it drove you crazy. He was going to tease you just a tiny bit longer.

“You’re so pathetic. Can you hear the sounds this is making? Sounds like I’m playing in a puddle of water but it’s your pussy juices. Speaking of your juices, seems they’ve been running down your legs this whole time blowing me. You even drenched the fucking carpet in it.”

“Da-bi, plea, jus fuc me”, you pleaded.

“You know what? I will.” His words gave you a feeling of reassurance, until he continued. “IF you agree to a little deal with me.” His hand moved to floor next to you two, where his pants were lying and pulled his phone out of its pocket. Some button clicks and he held the phone to your face. The voice recorder was up and running. Your puzzled and needy face amused him.

“You’ll agree to a threesome. Say it.”

“What? No-” A blow from his hand across your face interrupted you. It came sudden and unexpected, and the shock and stinging pain, triggered you to sob once again.

“Let me be clear. You WILL agree or I’ll be fingering you, leaving you on edge every single fucking time, until Monday morning before your classes. I’ll leave you tied up, cover you up in cum, edge you and once it’s time for school, I’ll make you put on these rags and lock you out of this room. Now, little slut, do you agree?”

He hooked one of his fingers into the sling at the end of the anal beads and pulled and pushed them out and in inside of you. The sensation from your ass made you long for his dick even more and you nodded while sobbing.

“I need to hear you say it. Say you will have a threesome with me and take mine and someone else’s cock and you’ll love it. Say it clearly into the phone and I promise to fuck your needy excuse of a cock sheath.”

His plan was getting Twice to make a double of himself and to have him and his other self fuck you but he’d keep this secret until the time would come. Now he had to make sure you were obedient and agree thinking that he would really let someone else mount you.

Sobbing between every other word you repeated after him, “I will have a threesome with you and- and take yours and-.. someone else’s.. cock. And I’ll love it.”

He smirked, put the phone aside and slowly began sliding into you. Usually you’d have a hard time taking him because of his size but the amount of wetness made it really easy to penetrate you. He still paused halfway inside you for you to adjust. It had been three weeks after all. Your pussy was being spread apart and slowly taking Dabi’s shape. His hips started moving, slowly pulling out and pushing back into you. And every time he did, he got closer to your core. When he finally hit your wall, you moaned at the feeling of him taking up every inch inside you.

The room was filled by the noises of your slick, his balls hitting against your skin as he was pounding you and the heavy breathing of the two of you. All that mattered to you now was Dabi fucking you. You couldn’t even grasp a rational thought anymore. The pleasure of him ramming into you and the feeling of your orgasm building up was all that you could think of. The rest of your mind felt blank. The only thing you were certain of was that Dabi must feel similar.

Fingers dug deep into your hips and stirring inside you like he was in trance, he could feel the blood flowing and accumulating in his shaft. Cock and balls swelling, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Besides him growing bigger, he could also feel you getting tighter around him. His pace sped up and his thrust became more forceful.

Dabi was slamming inside of you and you felt that your orgasm was only a mere thrusts away. Your eyes started to roll into your head and your back to arch. Drool was dripping from the corners of your mouth as you were moaning loudly.

Your whole reaction, he’d never seen you even remotely like this, and it did the trick. Dabi was on the verge of cumming, his hips losing its rhythm as he held you even harder as he rammed into your tightening pussy.

You finally came. The orgasm was so intense you lost all control over your body. Your eyes completely rolled into your head, your back arched all the way and your whole body was jerking as if jolts were running through it. The convulsions of your insides sent Dabi over the edge, and like you, his body jerked as he came. Releasing his hot cum inside you, a huge load filled up your womb and painted your insides white. The clenching of your vagina made it feel as if it was milking him dry.

Panting and still connected with each other, Dabi looked at the complete mess you were. You were completely out if it, not realizing anything around you anymore. Facial expression still the same fucked-out orgasm face, body still shaking, and he was all between it, buried deep in your unprotected pussy, filled with his cum.

It was against his own rule but he had to take a picture of you. He could still delete it later but for now he had to save this look of yours. He reached to grab his phone and snapped some pictures. He then pulled out of your folds to snap some more of his creampie and the cum leaking out of you.

Satisfied with the pictures, he put the phone back aside to look after you. He gently pulled you up and forward, laying you over his lap. Reaching behind you, he slowly pulled out the anal beads, the very last one drawing a mewl out of you. His hand caressing over your butt, as it made its way to your back to untie you, made you shiver. He hadn’t spanked you a lot but the force he had used with the belt had left your cheeks swollen red. Dabi was positive it would bruise and turn from red to blue later.

After he was done untying your arms, they fell limp to your sides. It wasn’t just the arms that were limp, your whole body was. Your body was so exhausted you couldn’t move a muscle anymore. Dabi knew and wrapped his arms around you, heaved you up and carried you over to the bathroom.

He climbed into the bathtub, and sat down, placing you between his legs. He turned the water up and it was slowly filling the tub. Cupped some water between his hands, he let it run from your forehead down your hair, and wiped the hair that was sticking to your sweaty skin from your face.

While Dabi was combing with his fingers through your hair, he remembered something and looked to check for something on his right. He reached out to grab the glass standing on the sink next to him. After switching the bathtub tap to cold to fill the glass, he held it up to your lips, angling it just enough for you to sip on it. While he continued holding the glass with one hand, his other caressed your arm and his head found a rest on your shoulder. Dabi’s chest pressing against your back, his head on your shoulder, the touch of his hand on your skin and the warm water that had reached your belly button by now, creating a sense of pleasant intimacy and secureness. Even though your butt and throat hurt and you had never felt as exhausted as this, and Dabi being the reason behind all of it, you couldn’t but love him. In that moment it was only you and him and you tried cherishing every second of this love and warmth you were feeling. You could feel Dabis lips on your neck, covering it in soft kisses, but your body was at its limit. Just before you fell asleep in his arms, you were able to make out one more thing, a whisper between his kisses. “I love you.”

When Dabi realized that you’d really fallen asleep, he giggled, set the glass aside and started to carefully wash you. He’d make sure that you felt good once you’d wake up. After he was done washing you, he carried you over to the bed to lay you down. Before joining you, he walked over to the fridge to grab some ice from its freezer to wrap it in a towel, that he then held onto your butt cheeks, trying to reduce the bruise that was already visibly forming under your skin, until he himself fell asleep next to you.

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A feeling of friction and pressure building up around Dabi’s groin area had him wake up. His eyes took a second to adjust and figure out what was going on. But there you were, sitting on top of him, sliding your genitals against his.

“M-more", you stuttered, your face blushed.

“What a gluttonous girl you are”, he teased. “Fine, let’s play some more, slut.”

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