#or maybe having stretch marks you can’t see normally pointed out

[housecow]

nothing better to make your heart skip a beat than being grabbed by your side rolls and pulled closer

[alice-everafter]

"Is the room to your liking?"

Riddle's tentative voice rings through the peaceful silence. He's stood like a stranger, unsure and hesitant in his crimson pajamas. Which is ironic given the fact that it’s his own room that the two of you are in. Really, that should be you standing around awkwardly. But instead here you were, sat on his king sized bed in similar pajamas without shame.

"Riddle," you don't have to fake the giddy grin as it stretches across your face painfully wide. "Any room is to my liking considering the shack I currently call home."

He gives you a concerned little smile in response. You couldn’t help it, you were excited to finally be able to sleep on a mattress that wasn’t lumpy. Or creaky. And or slightly moldy. The point being you’re excited to get some good sleep.

Riddle flicks off the lights and starts to settle into bed. You follow his lead, because if there is one thing Riddle Rosehearts can do is be a commanding presence even in satin pjs.

He turns on his side, staring at you from across a reasonable gap given the fact that you were currently sharing a bed. A really big one at that but a bed regardless.

And then continues to stare as a questionable silence occurs.

“Do you always go to bed this early?” You blurt out before you can think any better of it. The awkwardness was just asking to be broken.

“This is early?” Riddle’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “I’ve always gone to bed at this hour, even as a child.”

You can just vaguely make out the light of the still setting sun from the window behind you.

“Well, I mean, what time do you normally get up?”

“6 am.”

“Oh,” well. Maybe he’ll let you sleep in, enjoy the luxury of a non-lumpy bed while you still can.

“You seem apprehensive.” Riddle fiddles with the blanket in his hands where it rests right below his chin. You try and shoo the imagery of a small child being tucked in out of your brain.

Thank god his unique magic didn’t have to do with reading minds, otherwise you’d be thrown to the streets with a collar as a parting gift.

Speaking of collars and lack there of, today had marked a month since Riddle’s “big summer blowout” as you have codenamed it as. And what started as a “1 month of sobriety” joke by Ace turned into an actual celebration by Cater. So, naturally, you dragged yourself along and helped yourself to Trey’s mouthwatering pastries. But then one thing led to another and somehow you were roped into playing a Twisted Wonderland version of Monopoly that led to Grim melting all the plastic house pieces in a fit of firey tantrum to then being forced to fix them by Riddle in an impromptu magic lesson/lecture and—

Yeah, so a lot happened. And next thing you know, you’re being surveilled watched by Trey as you meticulously brush your teeth along to his direction… for some reason? Turns out Ace wasn’t spewing complete lies about Trey’s “fetish” for teeth. You wouldn’t call it that, personally. It was more like a… slightly uncomfortable passion.

But anyway, here you are. Sleeping over at Heartslabyul because Riddle had insisted you and Grim stay the night since by the time you had realized, it was past curfew. Though, surprisingly, Riddle insisted that you share his bed. And Grim, still more than a little apprehensive about the Dormhead, scampered off to sleep with the other freshmen. Cramped dorm rooms be damned.

“Prefect?”

You shake yourself from your thoughts, realizing you had left Riddle hanging for your answer.

“No, no. I’m just… difficult to get up in the morning.” You settle on saying, fiddling with the comforter much like Riddle was.

“Oh, well you can’t be worse than Ace. He’d sleep the entire day away if I allowed it.”

You can see that familiar spark of disapproval flare up behind his eyes and you instinctively tense up. Though as quick as it was there, it fizzles out. Reminding you that yes, this was Riddle, but not the same one that nearly decapitated you with a rose bush.

This is the one that you saw break down in tears on the Heartslabyul lawn after treating it like a playground sandbox. The one that nearly did it again—the crying part, not the sandbox bit—as he pulled you aside and apologized for nearly killing you.

You remind yourself that as you decide to take a small leap of faith with your next words.

“I was also sort of hoping to sleep in tomorrow.”

“Oh,” is all he says. Which isn’t terrible, but not exactly good either.

“Since, you know. It’ll be Sunday. And, you know, still the weekend so. Good to get caught up on sleep while you can… you know.”

He’s analyzing what you’ve said, you can tell by the way his eyes get wide and concentrated. Oh, he’s biting his lip now. That means he’s actually considering your thoughts. He’s thinking, he’s about to speak—

“Alright.”

“…Alright?”

“Yes, alright.” He seems to solidify his answer with a nod. “Let’s sleep in.”

Those words settle in your chest like the sweetest relief.

“Brilliant idea, Riddle!” You can feel the excitement as it grows in your chest. So much so you reach over and grasp his hand, shaking it in emphasis. “You won’t regret this, I tell you.”

“You’re acting like I’ve just done something revolutionary.” He titters, cheeks pink from the unexpected contact as you basically start shaking his hand like an eager businessman after a hard won deal.

“How many times have you slept in before?”

He opens his mouth to respond, ponders, and then slowly shuts it.

“See! So it's basically revolutionary. Why do you think we threw you a party?"

"Oh, and that's another thing." He seems to remember something at the mention of the party. "The fact that Ace and Cater kept congratulating me on my '1 month of sobriety' is pure nonsense. I've never had a lick of alcohol my whole life, so why would I be sober if I never got not sober to begin with?"

As he rambled, you could see his confusion slowly shifting towards indignance. His cheeks were beginning to flush, eyebrows knitting together. His fingers were clenching and unclenching in the sheets pulled over his body.

He looks at you now with pursed lips, bordering on pouty, waiting for a reply.

"...Well, it's a, um..." You stop yourself from saying joke. If you wanted Riddle to not possibly get offended, you'd need to overexplain as much as he can overthink. "It's supposed to be ironic. As in like, 'haha get it? Riddle would never get drunk and therefore sobriety makes no sense and therefore is funny!' kind of ironic."

You subconsciously ended up avoiding eye contact throughout your entire explanation. And also leaving out the comparison of his... "moments" with alcoholism, since you didn't think that would go over very well. So when you finish and decide to just bite the bullet and look, his expression is one of... disappointment?

"Oh," he says, simply and softly. "I see, I guess that... makes sense."

...Maybe you should explain the comparison. "If you need me to elaborate, I can."

"No," he quickly responds with a shake of the head. "That won't be necessary. Your explanation was more than enough."

His eyes are trained on a loose piece of thread near the edge of his pillow yet it's like he's staring straight through it.

"Is there... something else then that's on your mind?"

"I guess I am just... realizing a few things about myself. Especially in regards to these past few months. All those times when I overheard a student comment that I 'couldn't take a joke' were, in essence, correct."

"What?" Talk about a topic shift. "Wait, hold on a second, where did this come from?"

"From just now, actually." He begins picking at the thread he's been zoning out on. "I mean, you saw me. I almost talked myself into a tizzy over, what? A harmless phrase that had no intention of demeaning my character? That ended up turning into a party meant to congratulate me?"

"Well, I mean, there is an underlying comparison between your 'tizzy' moments and alcoholism so—"

"Ace was right."

You blink, momentarily wondering if the person laying across from you is actually Riddle or not.

"How?" You don't bother with hiding your incredulousness, too confused to sugarcoat.

"When he said that everyone around me only panders to my behavior." He huffs, a small humorless laugh filled with self deprecation. "I, all that time, was just silencing thoughts and behavior that I viewed as wrong even though it would've been right. It's no wonder some of the freshman are still hesitant with me. Why it feels like everyone is walking around eggshells when they talk to me."

"Even you, Prefect." He looks... small, truly like a child. Curled into himself like he wishes to disappear from sight. Blinking rapidly like he's trying not to cry. "Even you do it. You let me do what I want, you're never 100% honest with me, and you justify my responses. Like just now."

You open your mouth to rebuttal, but he shakes his head, smiling sadly.

"Don't bother, I can give you examples. Asking me if we could sleep in, expecting me to disagree. Only half explaining the meaning to me since it'd be directly referencing my anger. Which you have yet to actually name for what it is, not once."

You... hadn't even realized you were doing that. It was all just, natural. Instinctive.

"I can... I'm not the most perceptive but, I can tell when you tense up, Prefect."

He meets your gaze, and that's when you process the tension in your shoulders. You had been tensing them, for who knows how long.

"I don't blame you," he speaks before you can begin to try and say anything in response. "Not after everything I did, not after I overblotted and nearly got us all killed."

He looks defeated as he turns over to lie on his back, staring up at the canopy of his bed.

"Ace and all of them were right, I'm just a baby tyrant."

The two of you lapse into silence, you with nothing to say and him having said it all. You don't know how long you stare at his profile for, just scraping the recesses of your brain for the words to say. But eventually, you decide "fuck it" and just let him have it. Like he deserves.

"So you're a bit of a control freak." His head snaps to you but you force yourself to ignore it, barreling onwards. "Scratch that, you ARE a control freak. Can you blame yourself? What with that shitty mom you have, I'd be surprised if you didn't turn out some form of fucked up."

"My mother is—"

"Nope," you abruptly hold a finger up right to his face. "None of that, I'm talking. You want the truth so I'm giving you the truth. Your mom sucks, severely. She basically made you into the baby tyrant that you are. And we, as friends and as your dormmates, have perpetuated that attitude. Thereby continuing the cycle of tyranny until when someone eventually called you out on it, you exploded."

All that momentary fight dies out the more you went on. Every new statement was like a lash across his face. Now he refuses to look at you, too disappointed to meet your gaze. Eyes glossy with unshed tears.

You cross the invisible wall between you two and reach out, grabbing his hand once again in yours.

"But that doesn't mean you can't change." You squeeze his hand, whether to reassure yourself or him is beyond even you. "The fact that you're acknowledging your behavior is proof enough that you're on your way to fixing it. But even then, healing isn't linear. If you take a few steps back, just get back on it again. It's going to be a while but there's nothing you can do about that except let it happen and be patient. Don't let every reminder of your faults be a dissuasion, let it be a motivator to keep going."

You take a moment to breathe, but also to gauge his reaction. Wide eyed and staring at you in wonderment, Riddle lays unmoving. Nothing but the dim impression of street lights outside to illuminate his form in the darkness of his bedroom. Looking at you and only you.

"I'll do better," you tell him, resolute. "I'll hold you accountable. I'll remind myself more to say what I mean, or even call you out on your shit if I need to. And if not me then someone else will, especially Ace. Consequences be damned with him."

He's lying once more on his side, mirroring you like before. His fingers have since found their place around your hand, holding it in kind. His grip tightens with the lull in your speech. You don't know whether it was intentionally or not but it's enough to encourage you to let that last little thought out.

"And for what it's worth, I think you're doing as good a job as any, Riddle."

Silence settles in, him with nothing to say and you having said it all. Well, almost having said it all.

"So," you pipe up before those tears you can see in his eyes decide to fall. "I think this call for a concluding hug, what do you say?"

So, so many emotions fly across his face as you hold open your arms as best you can while lying on a bed. Eventually, what he settles on doing is laughing. Watery and in disbelief, Riddle laughs and leans forwards into your arms.

"Honestly," he chides without an ounce of real intent as he presses his face into your shoulder. "That's how you decide to end your thoughts?"

"I don't see you doing any better, Mr. 'I'm just a baby tyrant.'"

A month ago, that response would've gotten you a one way ticket to collar town. But tonight, he only laughs and holds you tighter.

"Touché, Prefect." He leans back enough that you're able to watch as a smile spreads across his face, unabashed and bright like the sun.

It's one of the firsts of its kind that you've ever seen on his face. You hope you can keep producing more just like it.

[bkglovergirl]

♡𓂃Oversized teddy bear?

Bakugou X Reader

𓏲Things start getting into motion after Bakugou set some ground rules for him to be your husband. Now, Bakugou doesn't retaliate against you in the dorm, but what happens when the couple has to train and battle together? Will Bakugou slowly start breaking down his rules? And you are under mental stress on why Bakugou is acting so weird.

Word count; 3.3k

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

You groan, stretching. It’s so bright, and this has to be one of the worst nights you've had in ages. You turn and face the TV, forgetting you passed out watching movies. “Why the hell are you out here?”

“Not too loud..” you sit up yawning.

“I wasn't even loud!” you winch giving him a death stare. He’s in the kitchen washing the dishes and he has.. an apron on? You can’t help but stare because he in fact doesn't have a fucking shirt on!

“No fucking way.”

“What!?”

“Are you wearing a fucking apron?!” You laugh at him which seems to be a pattern now.

“HEY I WAS JUST TRYING TO BE NICE AND DO THE DISHES FOR YOU!” The scoreboard goes up a point 

“You just keep surprising me with how much of a big dork you are!” Bakugou quickly wipes off his hands and makes his way to you. You try catching your breath but seeing him in full view makes you laugh even more. He makes a low growl and pushes you down onto the couch, moving himself to sit on you. Not putting so much pressure as his weight would clear your windpipes but enough to make you trap. You stop laughing admittedly and stare right up at him, going quickly from finding everything hilarious a second to go, to now being turned on. “What are you doing dipshit! YOU ARE HEAVY!”

“It made you stop laughing at me, and frankly, I’m getting tired of it being a daily occurrence!”

“It's not my fault; your face is very funny!” Bakugou moves down a bit so that your faces are face to face, giving you a glare, and your face gets hot quickly. You chose to rationalize it that the heat is coming from him and not because you are blushing.

“Is my face funny now?” 

“As a matter of fact, it is.” You quickly glance over his body and look back at his face. You look like a full-on house husband.” Now it’s Bakugou’s turn to blush, and you decide to use this to your advantage. You put your arms around his neck. “Aww, does someone want a reward for doing the dishes?” The scoreboard shows four now.

“No. what your husband wants is for you to stop laughing at him!”

“I think we can achieve that ONLY if you do the dishes all the time.” You smile, “with the same outfit you are wearing now.”

“I thought you said I was a stingy bitch for having rules.” you move one of your hands to trace down his apron.

“Oh you still are.” and you push him off you. Bakugou blushing caught off guard mess falls on his ass and you quickly run to your room and slam the door before he could do anything else. You take a deep breath falling onto your bed, the heat on your face is overwhelming and you curl into a ball.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

An hour passes and you step back into the living room after changing into fresh school clothes. “I’m going out early for a workout,” Bakugou says putting on his shoes. You quickly grab his training bag and hand it to him. “Ok, you don’t want breakfast?” you're kinda happy he’s leaving and acting like nothing is happening. 

“No it’s fine.” he grabs his bag and gives you a kiss on the cheek before walking out notably quickly. You blush hearing the score go up another point marking you guys at having five. Maybe things didn't go back to normal.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

You and Midoriya are sitting in the common room, he is sitting extremely close to you as you said you wanted this to be top secret as you put it. “Do you remember how Bakugou gruesomely rejected me in middle school?”

“Yeah and you had sworn to me he was your number one enemy.”

“Well.. you know how he’s my Husband..” Midoriya nods, “He uh... Kissed me on the cheek this morning..”

“WHAT?” It looks like his eyes are about to pop out of his head, “Our Kachan?”

“Don’t call him ours!” You hit his arm, and with an ouch, he held your hand down. Being both your self-proclaimed best friend, he’s had to watch this fake rivalry, and in his words, it’s been physically painful on him. As you both, without knowing, take your tension out on him, he has no complaints. This way, though, he knows more than both of you combined. 

“What caused him to do that?” he lets go of your hand and you put your shoulder on his head.

“Shoto gave me this idea-”

“Shoto?”

“ANWAY! Shoto gave me this idea because Bakugou wanted nothing to do with this whole situation. It was to make this as competitive as possible. I threw you in there, and BAM! He’s in with a few rules, of course. He seemed not interested at all. I was doing things to get us points, and he just went along with it, with the most effort he could put in. I didn't do anything! He just did it.” He hums in agreement and lets you know he's listening and he starts braiding a strip of your hair. Just like when you were kids he lets you rant while he plays with your hair, it makes him think better when trying to come up with solutions for your problems. “He rejected me. I know I asked him just to take this a little bit seriously but that!? What does that mean? You're a boy what does that mean?!”

“What it means in simple boy logic is he likes you.”

“Simple boy logic?! He’s not a simple boy! He’s Bakugou!” He laughs at you.

“True. But Katchan wouldn't just do that.”

 “I wouldn't just do what?” Speak of the devil, Bakugou walks in placing his bag on the table near you and Midoriya. He looks at the both of you. You two cuddled close with your head on his shoulder and Midoriya playing with your hair. This is normal. This has been normal since middle school but for some reason, the itch is back and his face gets hot with anger. “Did I interrupt something?”

“Nope! I was just leaving.” With that Midoriya stands up but you pull him back down.

“No, you weren't!” 

“Yes, I was!” 

“You both are a bunch of children.” Bakugou puts his two cents. Which weren't needed.

“Oh, were children? Let’s just bring up the chair, shall we?” You stand up, trying to intimidate Bakugou. To show that it doesn't work, he crosses his arms, but his shoulders are tense. “Or the fact that Midoriya here is points ahead of you.” Midoriya hearing his name be mentioned scoots away but you and Bakugou both give him a look and he stays still. 

“Why should I care how much he has?!” 

“Because someone can’t handle the fact he’s not number one at something! Clearly, he’s a better husband than you are.” Bakugou drops his arms in defeat. He’s ticked off, and it’s taking everything in him not to blow something up.

“If Deku is so great why don’t you be his wife!”

“I would but our points are so low I can’t!” Rolling his eyes he grabs his bag off the table and stomps off. You fall back down onto the couch and Midoriya itches back over to you.

“Well that could have been worse.” you kick him putting your face into your own hands.

“Shut up.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

Of all the days these training scenarios could have happened, today was the worst day. As All might put it, we had to work out balancing Hero work with your “partner.” The first scenario involves working on a team against another couple, and the second involves fighting a villain with a high risk of a “married couple” losing a partner, and we don’t know who is getting picked as the ‘victim.’ Your quirk and Bakugou’s quirk do NOT get along and the efforts to make them mash together at all are zero to none. Your quirk controls plants, much like Shiozaki but a lot more advanced. You can control all plants and the lighting effects which plants you can use and how effective they will be. If you make the plant prick someone you can give them a negative or positive association with the plant. Now you see why Bakugou and your quirk don’t mesh well together, he can set your pretty plants on fire. You and Bakugou got dropped into a dark area with pipes and wires all around you both. You have no way of knowing where the other team is which is Shoto and Yaoyorozu and that gives you guys a big disadvantage. You start growing cast iron plants and slowly they glide into the pipes and start exploring them meanwhile Bakugou grumbles around stomping trying to find anything that could give him an advantage. He doesn't and it causes him to let off some explosives which causes your plants to shrivel and burn. “What the hell man!”

“What?!”

“Don’t do that I’m trying to find them! And you're making them find us!”

“Can’t you use Mushrooms or something so I don’t gotta fucking tiptoe around your stupid plants?!” You glide the cast iron plants back through the pipes.

“Well, one mushrooms aren't plants they're fungi dumbass and two my plants aren't stupid!” you shiver, “found them.” 

“You did?”

“Yep, and no thanks to you.”

“Shut it.” You start running, and Bakugou follows behind. As you run down the corridor, ice starts forming all around. “STUPID ICYHOT!” Bakugou yells blasting the ice that's made his way towards him and only him. You let out a frustrated sigh and start using Lampranthus to move you around the ice having it attach to your feet and arms. It was going well, You see Shoto and Yaoyorozu and move closer to them but Bakugou blasts toward them and past you causing the plant to shrivel and causing you to fall. You panic not knowing which plant in the moment could handle the intense elements. The fall is big and over huge ice. You close your eyes and hug yourself but you overhear Shoto yell something and Yaoyorozu yell something. Instead of landing on hard cold ice, you land on a... Oversized Teddy bear? You look up and see Shoto smiling at you and Yaoyorozu gives you a thumbs up. Bakugou was right next to you. It looks like Shoto got to saving you before he could and he’s fucking pissed. His shoulder tense and so does his jaw. “DIE!” Bakugou blasts toward them with Shoto making an ice shield but with the blast's heat it doesn't do well and causes the pair to fall back. Shoto quickly incases the room with ice and causes some ice to form around Bakugou’s hands giving them time to escape. “Fuck!” he stands still trying to get enough sweat but it doesn't work, “Mother fucker!”

“Chill out! You are the reason they got away with the stupid impulse attack!” you run up to Bakugou looking at his hands.

“OH, I’M THE REASON?!” he looks at you like you just wished hell on his mother. “You're the one that let the enemy team save you!”

“Yes, because did you hear me say, Hey Shoto, save me? NO!” You open up your palm and grow a Deadly nightshade. “When I say now, you take this and eat it,” you grow the cast iron plants, and from your feet, they sprout, moving around trying to find the other team. “Got them.” Ignoring Bakugou’s grumbling, you start running, which he follows admittedly. You stop putting your hand out to stop Bakugou and before he can say anything you put a finger to your lips shutting him up. He’ll get you back for it later. Bakugou looks down at you, the purple plant wrapped around your hand and fingers like it’s home. He finally takes a look at your hero outfit. So engrossed in the fight he doesn't even realize that the new one you have been designing has finally arrived and don't ask why he knows you've been working on one. The dark green shirt is tight onto your skin and the sleeves go down enough to make gloves. The cut of the shirt shows off your chest and all over the shirt is little lines the plants could hold onto. You went from pants to a black shirt which is now really noticeable to Bakugou. The skirt's top and bottom also has attachments for your plants. You’ve always complained about your shoes and how they don't support your quirk and if you ask Bakugou why he knows this little fact he’ll say you complained about it so much it’s bolted into his brain but the truth is you only complained once. You have heel boots now and a normal person wouldn't want heels on your costume but you made sure you had them. The heels of the boots have a hole at the bottom, so one of your plants could slitter down and into the ground instead of having holes on a flat shoe which has always made you and your plants uncomfortable. You also changed your hair, it's half up from its normal ponytail. Bakugou knows why you made this change and it’s all for your plants. “I’ll distract them. Now eat this and when you feel the sweat break free and attack.” You hand him the flower and by hand, you bring it up to his mouth and he bites down. “Don’t eat it yet.” and you run out. You start spreading out Caladium, or heart-to-heart. You make the plant swarm around Shoto and hold down Yaoyorozu. Which works for a minute before Shoto shoots ice around your feet not causing you to get stuck but causing your plant to wither and even wither underground which was holding down Yaoyorozu. “NOW BAKUGOU.” And Bakugou trusts you. Bakugou trusts you so he eats the plant. Bakugou trusts you so he starts getting hot and sweaty but he also starts getting dizzy. Either way, Bakugou runs out and with the fever running through him, he’s able to break free from the ice and because Bakugou trusts you he sends his quirk full force which knocks out Yaoyorozu completely and causes Todoroki to stumble You take advantage of the heat caused by his quirk and send out the plant again, the heart to heart plant wraps Yaoyorozu and Shoto capturing them. A ding goes off and an announcement is heard claiming you and Bakugou as the winners. You celebrate smiling and run up to Bakugou, and in his confused dazz he smiles back before passing out.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

Bakugou groans the pain in his head is unbearable. He turns his body and suddenly he smells… lavender? He slowly opens his eyes. He squints just seeing bright white and slowly his eyes adjust and see you. Your head is resting on your hand and your eyes are closed. Lavender is growing out of your hair and it's looped around like the flowers were meant to be there. He smiles taking a deep breath before, “Hey!” You open your eyes and his smile is gone, He regrets yelling as his head hurts right away. 

“I am so sorry.”

“What are you on about?”

“I’m sorry! Aizawa chewed me out, and he’s right. I totally should have told you the repercussions of the flower you ate, and you wouldn't have taken it if I had. He took all our points as punishment, and if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be here, and we would be on to the next scenario training!” Bakugou stares at you, dazed.

“The fuck are you talking about? I trusted you so I ate it. Stop tweaking out, I wouldn't have done it if I didn't wanna. Simple.”

“But our points… and you won't get to train.” You grab your hair, causing some lavender petals to get all in it. Bakugou slowly sits up and starts picking the petals out of your hair.

“I said it’s fine, and we won anyway, so it's no big deal.” You smile at him.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

Never mind it was a big fucking deal because why the fuck is that stupid fucking Teddy bear in your dorm? Bakugou feels like the bear is staring at him tauntingly. “Why the fuck is that here?” he points at the teddy bear. You were in the kitchen cooking dinner and you peek your head out to see what he was talking about.

“After the battle, Shoto gave me it.” So while he was dead weight, Shoto comforted you and gave you the bear that saved you when he should have. That was the cherry on top.

“Shoto, Shoto, Shoto.” He mocks sitting on the couch, huffing like a child. That’s all I ever hear!” You let him pout like a baby and finish cooking dinner. You bring the plates out and sit in front of the couch, placing them on the table in front of you both. A point goes up on the board and you are back to one. 

“And your problem is?” You look at Bakugou as he quickly starts eating. He shakes his head and he keeps eating so you reach over and grab the remote. Or you try and grab the remote. Bakugou catches your hand and gives you a glare.

“No remote until you get rid of that stupid teddy bear!” You roll your eyes and laugh. Standing up, you grab the bear and walk into your bedroom. Bakugou watches you intently. You throw the bear on your bed, and with its size, it takes up a lot of space. “Not on your bed!” You look at him quickly.

“Why!?”

“Because I said so!” 

“You are crazy!” You shut your bedroom door and walked back over to the couch. “What is the issue?” He ignored you, and his hand was tense around the remote. “So protective of the remote,” you mocked, eating your food. You heard a grumble from him, and you two sat quietly, watching one of his shows and eating. After you two finished, you got up and grabbed the plates, suspecting that he’d keep being protective over the remote.

“What are you doing?” 

“Cleaning up?”

“Why?”

“Because you wanna hold onto the remote like it's life or death.”

“I’ll clean up, that’s my job.” He stands up with the remote. He goes to take the plates out of your hands but struggles with one of his hands being occupied. So he puts the remote to his mouth and he bites down and grabs the plates. You look at him funny.

“Are you for real right now?” Bakugou ignores you and walks into the kitchen. He starts cleaning. “You are so stubborn; it’s annoying.” You sit back on the couch and notice the point board showing two. You smile. Once Bakugou is done he comes and sits back down, he left the remote in the kitchen so you both are stuck watching the News. “I’m getting the remote. I don’t wanna watch this.” Before you can stand up Bakugou lays on on, you blush with your hands hovering over him. “Get up.” he ignores you. “Bakugou get up.”

“Katsuki.”

“What?”

“Call me Katsuki!” You stare at him before slowly placing a hand on his back.

“Why? I thought you didn’t care for the first-name bullshit.”

“Well, I’m tired of Todoroki getting the special privilege! I’m your husband, not him!” He sits up a bit, and your faces are close together. Your hand falls onto his.

“Alright, Katsuki.” He blushes and looks at the kitchen.

“Yeah, whatever Y/N.” You smile. He has had enough and gets up, walking into the kitchen. He comes back out and throws the remote at you before going into his room. The scoreboard shows five.

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[wooziorgans]

(tw heavy ass play both recieving and giving)

Woozi is definately a ass smacker. Like if he is walking past you his hands would itch if he doesn't smack that flesh. Kinda guy who walks around with his hand in your back pocket (it took a lot of progression to get here cuz he's the type to get shy to even hold hands at first lol). And he's definitely into ass stuff. Nasty boy. Likes eating out from the back more often than youd think. Kind of ass biter too. In love with how his hickeys look on your ass

in an alternate world there is a sub jihoon who likes to have his ass smacked. If you walk past him and don't slap his ass he'll look at you with a pout "baby? Did I do smthg?" This jihoon is also a nasty boi who likes ass stuff except it's his ass in question. Definitely likes getting pegged and spanked. He also moans like a bitch when you rim him. And wouldn't whined for it but would love whenever you left any marks on his fair ass (hand prints, bite marks, hickeys you name it)

— giving and taking (up the ass) w jihoon

i think these two jihoons can and do coexist.

i think honestly at first he would be like really hesitant to give up control bcs he has to be like “no i am a man. cannot be submissive or breedable.” but then you look at his ass n it’s like,….,,, im gonna hold ur hand when i tell u this jihoon. that thing is made to take cock sorry.

i see him as the kind of partner who’s super fucking shy until you have your first time together n then you’re back in the honey moon phase and he can’t keep his hands to himself.

but that’s gonna take like,,, at least six months to happen because he’s so busy all the time and he will spend those six months trying to figure out the best ways to communicate his needs to you. i see him as just such a big smart man,, like he’s super analytical about things so he tries to approach anything in a very specific way that meets both of your needs while also allowing you to communicate any concerns effectively.

contrary to popular belief, while he might not be good at expressing his emotions verbally, i think he’s very good at problem solving. therefore, he kinda thinks about his first time with you as something that will happen naturally, and for a long time his schedule just doesn’t allow him the time he wants to take with you. but also, i think for those first few months you’re both still transitioning from the friendship dynamic into lovers, and so physical intimacy is a little awkward.

but once you both have time to talk about it (i keep saying six months bcs it’s sort of a big milestone in a new relationship,, at least for his romantic ass it is) and you both are on the same page about wanting to have sex, the whole romantic aspect of being together is solidified completely.

i feel like only then is he comfortable enough to start holding your hand first. and it’s gonna take another few weeks/months to get to the point of having sex. it’s a little infuriating for both of you, but he’s just so busy and it wants it to be comfortable and not rushed.

but fear not! horny make out sessions with you straddling his lap make due until you actually have sex. and it’s during these that you discover your boyfriend is a die hard ass man.

seriously, you’ll just be sitting on him n his hands will naturally find your ass,,, just to hold it, maybe give a little squeeze when he’s really worked up.

it doesn’t really strike you as weird or anything because of the way you normally make out, with you on top, so it’s a natural position for his hands to fall into.

but it’s only after you finally have sex that you start to get a feeling that jihoon loves your ass.

he tried to be discrete seeing you naked for the first time, but his eyes were completely focused on your ass, and it was the first place his hands went. he nearly moaned at the feeling of the skin of your ass under his fingers for the first time. but that was all he gave you in terms of this theory. he ate you out, stretched you with his fingers, and then held your hand as he fucked you in missionary, lips never leaving yours.

after you finally consummate your relationship though? it becomes painfully obvious. he starts out slowly; hand resting on your ass as he slides behind you in the kitchen.

i feel like jihoon’s the kind of partner to want to make sure your totally comfortable, so before you even think about having sex again, he’s sitting you down and asking you what you like, what you’re into and if there’s anything you want to try.

and if you reply that you’ve always been curious about what anal is like, or that you’ve experimented with slipping a finger into your ass in your own time,,,, oh god. he won’t say anything verbally to express his love for your ass,,, but you’ll see his face get red as hell and his cock starts twitching at the mere image of himself balls deep inside your other hole.

and this begins him never leaving your poor ass alone.

i feel like him slapping your ass would be a banter thing at first. like you’d just be fucking around in the kitchen trying to bake something and he slaps your ass to catch you off guard and it works. and maybe the way you squeak makes him hard, but that’s a secret. for now.

but then he’d start doing it to alert you of his presence. he’d start doing it while walking behind you. he’d just never be able to keep his hands to himself once he knew you were okay with that.

and then one day while he’s fucking you open with his tongue, he pulls away for a second and looks up at you with wide eyes. you groans, fist tightening in his hair trying to keep his mouth on you, but he resists, just looking at you. it’s obvious he wants to say something and doesn’t know how, so you ask if everything’s okay. “can i… try something?” his voice would be a little shaky, already preparing himself for the rejection of this proposal.

but it never comes because you give him the go ahead to do “anything you want”, and jihoon’s prodding your asshole with his tongue. the immediate reaction you give him makes him moan against you, tongue pushing its way into your already relaxed hole. he had worked you up enough just from eating you out that your multiple orgasms had dripped down and made your ass slick enough for him to easily fuck your ass open with his tongue.

and then it just becomes a thing. he works you up enough to fuck your ass with his tongue, fingers on special days (which aren’t that special. he loves the way you suck him in so it kind of becomes a regular occurrence).

i think part of foreplay for him is marking you up. it used to be on your thighs and chest but now he’s all over your ass, sucking and biting at the soft skin to see it blossom with purple bruises. bruises only you and him get to see.

god forbid you ever let him fuck your ass. there would be no going back. he’d be so incredibly into it. he’d let you prep yourself the first time, not wanting to hurt you or make you uncomfortable with the set up. but after the first few times, he’d help you out by inserting his fingers into you alongside yours. both of you fucking open your ass would be an image permanently burned into the back of his eyelids. he’d honestly probably almost cum just from the sight alone.

even when he’s not doing anal, i can see him slipping a finger or two into your ass for extra stimulation as he splits you in half.

here’s. well. now it’s time for subby jihoon which i think absolutely exists.

i think you’d end up discovering his thing for asses isn’t just for you a little bit later into your escapades.

you’d be giving him head one night, him laying down on the bed because he’s so tired but he wants your mouth on him so badly. you’d have one hand massaging his balls while the other works what you can’t fit into your mouth. and he’d buck up into your mouth, causing you to gag a little, but more importantly causing your body to jolt slightly. your knuckle would brush against his perineum and he’d fucking squeak out a pathetic little moan, eyes rolling back at the external prostate stimulation.

you’d pull off him with an amused smirk. “you like that baby?” hand abandoning its mission to massage his balls, instead two fingers press against that spot again and he whines, thighs shaking.

of course he was curious about what all of this felt like. you seemed to enjoy it enough, so it wasn’t much of a stretch for him to wonder if it would feel just as good for him. but the little bit of research he did online told him that not all men liked prostate stimulation, and that scared him off of the topic (for himself). he’d been so curious, fingers circling his hole as he jerked off in the hotel in japan, but always too scared to actually spit on them and push them in. he’s prepped you enough times that he thinks he could do it,,, but something always stopped him.

this was probably a fight with toxic masculinity. he needed to be big n strong for you,,, he needed to make you feel good. even if he had no energy, your pleasure always came first, and you didn’t really seem to have much of a dominant side; though you did explicitly tell him you were more of a switch, he had yet to see you really take control.

jihoon’s experiments with his own ass started out slow.

the first night he made you suck him off with a little external prostate stimulation. he had never cum so hard in his life; it took him ten minutes to come back to you after that. you layed down beside him, arms cradling his head to your chest as you stroked his hair, and he realized that giving up control like this— being babied by you— was so nice.

next came the rimming. this was even worse in terms of intensity. he couldn’t keep his moans quiet; even as he bit the sleeve of his sweater, the room was filled with his frantic breaths and desperate whines. he almost blacked out from that orgasm.

adding fingers into the mix with your tongue helping to add a little lube,,,,?? oh. the first time you hit his prostate directly he’s shooting white ribbons out of his cock, nearly in tears at how different and intense it feels.

after that it’s game over. he needs you to fuck him. he wants you to treat him the same way he treats you when he’s stressed. needs you to be rough w him and fuck him so stupid all he can think about is you.

i can see him becoming a bit of a size queen. he always wants more whenever you fuck him. safe to say you build an impressive sex toy collection. but he’s such a fucking pillow princess. he lets you do whatever you want to him, n he just takes it; cheeks flushed, blush running down to his neck and chest, lips parted as he moans. he loves doggy style cus you slap his ass n pull his hair and he’s so overwhelmed by the pleasure you give him that he can’t even protest your rough treatment (not that he would).

he’s also a big fan of missionary. put a big pillow under his ass n hold his hands n kiss him while you fuck him and he’s a goner. all yours, n he lets you know that.

i can see him not really being super vocal when he’s doing the work but the second you have him under you, he’s just so whiny and desperate that he cannot for the life of him shut the fuck up. not that you’d complain about that; his noises do something to you, especially when he sounds so fucking submissive and needy because of you.

on the contrary, i think he also loves when you fuck him slowly; when you take your time n make love to his ass. im talking hours of you just worshipping his body and ass, stretching him so carefully to not hurt him, double checking if everything is okay, kissing him in reassurance after you eat him out.

obviously this wouldn’t be a constant thing. with his job, it’d be quite difficult for him to take it all the time, and he does just love being balls deep in you normally, with or without any ass stuff involved. but when he has time and energy to clean himself out he’ll ask you so nicely to please fuck him, his big brown eyes staring up at you with a small pout on his lips bcs he needs to cum tonight or he won’t be able to sleep well.

when he’s on tour tho, he’s packing a nice plug in his bag and sending you videos of him playing with it when he really misses you. buys a new bottle of lube in every city because he uses the whole thing trying to open up his tight ass just so you can see how much he misses you.

sorry this took so long i have been BUSY af. but here are my thoughts.

[lafiametta]

For the anora prompt: fear

This one's a bit of a stretch, Anon, but I still hope you like it! :)

It’s after one of the stops they make—somewhere between the crowded nightclub and a late-night kebab shop—that he notices it, a tiny glint from underneath Toros’s seat. Only when he crouches down and looks again, waiting an extra second after everyone has piled out of the car, does Igor realize what it is.

The diamond ring, wedged between the seat and the console.

He has no idea how it got there—maybe it slipped out of Toros’s pocket at some point when he was leaning over—but there’s no question that his boss is going to want it back.

He quickly grabs the ring and jumps out of the SUV, about to explain to Toros that he’s found it.

“Where the fuck is your husband, huh?” he hears Toros bark at her from the sidewalk. “Or maybe you’ve just been fucking around with us all night and you don’t want to tell us where he is. Doesn’t matter. We’re going to get this thing annulled and then you’re done.”

By the time he catches up to them, Igor has closed his mouth, and almost without realizing it quickly slips the hand with the ring into his pants pocket. It makes no sense what he’s doing; he can’t even begin to explain it to himself.

Toros turns to him, switching to Russian. “What?”

Igor shrugs, wiping any expression from his face. “Nothing.”

“Okay,” the Armenian says, waving them into the shop as if they’re children. “Let’s go.”

The whole time Toros is interrogating the shop worker, waving around that terrible Instagram photo, Igor can barely pay attention. The ring is clutched in his hand, almost biting into his skin, as if the pain will keep reminding him of what a colossal mistake he’s probably making. He knows how it could look, not returning it immediately. Maybe they’ll call him a thief or have him arrested—or worse. He hasn’t lived in Russia for years, but he knows there are some families—some people—you don’t mess with.

The fear of that is enough to send a chill through him.

Still, they can’t accuse him of being a thief if they don’t know he has it, can they? Toros clearly has no idea the ring is even gone, or else he would be yelling even more loudly than he normally does, and no one saw him pick it up.

As they leave the kebab shop, still no closer to finding Ivan, Igor waits a step or two behind and zips the ring into the inner pocket of his jacket. There are still tiny indentations marking his palm, but they’ll fade soon enough.

As they continue their search, going to more restaurants and bars and clubs, he still can’t quite believe he’s done what he’s done. The ring’s too light to feel but he knows it’s there, burning like a tiny ember against his chest. Even as they stop to get some food, all piled together in a booth and nodding as the waitress tells them about the specials, he’s still thinking about it, wondering what he’s going to do with it.

He’s not a saint; the thought does occur to him that he could try to keep it for himself. It’s worth a lot and there are a lot of things in his life it could pay for.

But it doesn’t belong to him, not permanently. And clearly he doesn’t think it belongs to the Zakharovs either, or he would have returned it the minute he found it.

There’s only one person it belongs to. The first time he had seen it had been on her finger, after all—right before they took it.

And as he watches her that night and through the next day—seeing her beg and plead with her drunk shitstain of a husband and the way they all treat her, like she’s trash to be disposed of, seeing the pain behind her eyes as the dream she had made for her life begins to fall apart—he knows the ring won’t be enough to make up for everything that’s been taken from her.

But it’s a start.

It’s there in his pocket as they board the plane, and there as he slips off his jacket in the warmth of the crowded cabin. He can’t give it back to her now, not in front of all these people, but as she sleeps he lays the jacket over her—and at for a moment, at least, the ring is back where it belongs, hidden and safe as it’s tucked in beside her.

[send me a one-word Anora x Igor prompt]

[petri808]

Day 1 @flufftober “I’ve got you” Nalu Drabble

“Aww, it’s been sooo looonnggg,” Lucy whines as she stretches her lower back and twists from side to side. “I can’t wait to get up this trail and take in that sweet clean air!”

Natsu chuckles as he finishes clicking the buckle of his backpack and checks to make sure the strap is nice and snug around his chest. “I wonder if we’ll see deer this time, that’d be cool.”

They work a lot of hours, Lucy as a crime journalist and him as a firefighter, so it’s hard to find a time when they’re both off on the same day. Now, it’s finally autumn, technically at least, with the heat index no longer in the triple digits to make hiking uncomfortable. Summer was truly miserable this year too, super dry conditions with no summer storms. For his job, that meant more fires than normal, often accidental like someone deciding to barbecue with coals over dead grass or kids burning trash in a barrel out of boredom.

She takes a swig of her water bottle before putting it away in her satchel. “Do you think it’ll be this dry up there too?” Lucy asks as she taps the dry grass with her foot causing a crunching sound.

“It’ll be dry, but probably not this dry once we get to about the 8,200 foot elevation and the forest is thicker.”

“8,200 feet?”

“Maybe two-thirds to three-fourths the way up the trail.”

“Oh, okay. It’s just kinda sad to see it like this.”

They’ve been on high alert, but his boss approved this time-off months in advance because in another week they will be saying “I do.” It may seem odd to be going hiking instead of using the time to solidify wedding plans, but relaxing is just as important for their sanity. And besides, he’s sure Lucy will agree when he says, that the wedding is just a formality at this point. Altogether, they’ve been close for 20 years, a couple for 13 of those years, and the marriage certificate signed 8 years ago. The only reason the ceremony took so long to take place is their busy careers.

Natsu walks over and puts his arm around her waist before kissing her temple. “I couldn’t agree more.”

The trail they’ve chosen is considered a moderate one in length and difficulty, two miles one way with an incline of about 8-12 degrees give-or-take. It’s a well worn and a well marked trail popular with locals, so the couple will have no difficulties scaling it. The forest is made up of a lot of needled tree varieties like pines, firs, and spruces as well as maples or hardy mahogany’s or an occasional mountain apple. There are also a spattering of berry options in the area that the deer and other wildlife eat like blackberry, mulberry, snowberries, and elderberry.

So many things to look at! And the smell… just a myriad of earthly scents in a dry air filling their lungs to replace what the city’s pollution left behind. They take their time as they traverse the dirt-packed trail, worn into a shallow groove from years of service, up the shallow incline of the mountain pass in a zig-zag. Every so often, they can hear the sounds of small creatures scampering through the leaf litter, through brush, or maybe a squirrel in it’s hollowed tree den high above. The birds too, add to the natural symphony with differing tweets and twittering chirps, or perhaps a call of warning when they see the two-legged creatures passing by. They were happy to see that while dry, once they got deeper into the tree line the flora appear to have weathered the summer sun just fine.

Eventually they reach the 8,000 foot elevation which is almost to the turning point in the trail. Here there is an opening in the tree line that allows the couple to peer down into the valley below that separates this mountain range into two. Maybe if you listen hard enough on a day with very little noise, it’s possible to hear the whooshing, burbling sounds of the river at it’s heart. Here the trail is around three feet wide. On the mountain side, there’s approximately four more feet of brush before you hit the wall, but on the other there is a sheer drop off the cliff side. Because of the trails worn out groove, it creates a sort of lip or raised berm before the cliff begins. Now, the cliff itself is deceiving because the cliff side is covered in low brush and bramble, and tops of trees that have taken root at a lower level. It makes it difficult to see just how steep it really is and camouflages the dangers.

Natsu takes off the pack and puts it on the ground so he can grab something to snack on and a drink. He then sits down on a large rock on the mountain side of the trail. It’s as good a time as any to take a break and appreciate the beautiful scenery. Lucy too accepts a small bag of trail mix from him before stepping near the edge of the berm. As she munches on finger-fulls of the treats, she takes a wide survey of the area. This isn’t the first time they’ve been here or stopped at this very spot before, so it’s nothing really new.

“Look!” Lucy points to some trees to their right near the entrance of the valley. “They’re starting to turn color! I bet if we came back in a month this whole area will be a multi-color sea of leaves!”

“Oh yeah?” Natsu responds. “That’ll make for some nice photos, maybe we should come back to take pics to turn into holiday cards?”

Finding the suggestion appealing, Lucy turns on her heel quickly to face him. “Oh, I love that idea!”

And that’s when he sees it. As Lucy spins around in her excitement, the dirt beam which is normally solid and compact, completely crumbles and breaks off the cliff’s edge. “LUCY!” Natsu screams as he pops up and tries to reach…

“Huh?” Lucy instantly looks down, but it’s already too late as she feels the ground below her feet give way. “OH! AHHH!” She cries out and her eyes blow up like saucers as she drops below the edge.

All Natsu can see as his hand grabs air is the love of his life disappearing from view, with her wide-eyed expression burning into his mind. “Lucy!!” He stumbles to his knees and peers over the edge.

“Natsu!!” She screams back.

‘Oh thank the stars!’ Natsu instantly lets out the air he’d been holding in when he sees that Lucy is about four feet down and has managed to grab onto a root. It’s still a precarious situation, evident by the continuously crumbling dirt around them. The root could give way or more of the cliff edge which would send Natsu down too. The abnormally hot and dry summer conditions have left the bare soil so dry that there’s little to keep it together. “Lucy! Don’t panic! Okay? Babe don’t move around too much, stay as still as you can okay?!”

“O-Okay,” Lucy sniffles, “p-please hurry!”

Natsu locks eyes with her and steadies his breathing as his emergency training kicks in. He knows better than most the importance of staying calm and appearing confident in these situations. “I got you! Lucy, you believe me right? I’m gonna get you out of there!”

A sense of ease rolls over when Lucy feels the cocksureness flowing from her man. She knows she can count on him, but to feel it is surreal. “I do! Y-Yeah, I do!”

He takes a quick assessment of the edges stability and notes he can’t put a lot of pressure on the dirt or it will break off again. That means if he tries to just reach for her and it gives way, they will both fall. Okay, the cliff face is at give or take a 55-65 degree angle, and no way to know if it turns into a sheer drop further down. There are several bushes doting the area though there’s no way to know how deeply rooted they are. Natsu can also see a many random divots on the cliff face created when rocks are likely dislodged due to weathering. He reaches down and yanks on a close-by bush to see how deeply rooted it is and it’s more solid than it looks. The edge is weak, but if he lays flat, and uses the rest of his body to counter and distribute his weight, he should be able to reach down maybe two feet. But that still means he’s two feet shy of reaching her.

“Okay, Lucy?”

“Y-yeah?”

“I’m gonna need you to trust me and do exactly what I say. Can you do that?”

“O-Okay…”

“You trust me right?”

“Of course, I trust you.”

“Do you see that bush just above your head? I want you to grab onto it at the base. Keep holding onto the root, but grab the bush with your other hand.”

“Okay…”

“And— but don’t looks down! There is a divot in the ground just below your left knee. I need you to use the bushes to help you pull yourself up until your foot can catch hold of the divot. Let your body drag along the ground not lift up while you do that. Once your foot feels like it’s solid in the divot, reach for the next two bushes above. You should feel another divot maybe another foot up to match. Can you do this? I should be able to reach you if you can get closer.”

“I-I’ll try.”

“Not try,” Natsu pushes her to think positive, “baby, you will!” He moves into position to where from his rib cage down it’s laying on the ground over the trail with the weight of the backpack anchoring his feet. He leans over the edge and extends his hand as far as it will reach. “Come on Lucy! Grab my hand!”

Tentatively, Lucy starts to make her move, first grabbing the base of the bush, then pulling up as her foot skims for the divot. Once it hits an indentation, she presses into it with her toes for stability. Just as she’s about to move to the next bushes, a couple of small rocks break free from the edge where Natsu is laying, causing her to look down.

Seeing how far up they are spooks her, and reminds her of the precariousness of the position. “I’m scared, Natsu…” Lucy whimpers. Why is this happening to them? It’s such a beautiful day, going on a hike which is something they enjoy. And right before the wedding ceremony. “It’s so high…”

“Look at me,” Natsu commands and Lucy instantly obeys. With her eyes transfixed, he responds as soothingly as he can muster. “It’s okay to be scared, but look’it, you already did the first step, just one more.” He flexes his fingers and smiles. “Take a deep breath and come to me Lucy!”

No verbal response, she just gives a shaky nod as she looks at her target and reaches for it. One bush grabbed onto, then two, and finally, her foot finds the divot.

“Now let go of one bush, and reach for my hand.”

With a trembling gulp, Lucy slowly reaches up, crawling her fingers up the cliff face as she aims for Natsu’s hand.

“Almost there…” He assures as he extends as far as he can as well. When he feels the tips of her fingers, “almost there…” Lucy stretches on tiptoe giving her the last bit of distance needed for Natsu to grab her left wrist. “Gotcha! Okay, I’m gonna start pulling, keep grabbing onto things too.”

“O-Okay.”

Little by little with him pulling and her reaching, they scale the cliff face. One foot conquered, two feet, each shift and movement triggering little cascades of dirt or rock causing Lucy to pause and lower her head to avoid them. Two more feet to go. “Grab onto my neck as soon as you can with one hand.” He lifts the few inches allowing her to do just that. “Okay…” Natsu tenses up his core and thighs, and presses down with his knees tensed to provide additional drag. After getting one arm around her back and side, with hand under Lucy’s right armpit, he uses everything his torso can offer, pulling up while using his knees to scoot backwards a few inches. Once her shoulders have cleared the edge, she wraps her other around his neck. Natsu changes positions quickly, still holding her tightly with his left, he uses his free hand to push off the ground while his legs shift and curl to the side and pulling her up and over. This brings his knees under him and allows him to use them as a lever for this final hurrah. With a straining grunt, Lucy is yanked over the edge, the momentum causing Natsu to fall onto his back and her onto his chest, immediately wrapping his other arm around her and scooting all the way back to the mountain side of the trail. He sits up and keeps her in his lap.

One would expect an immediate celebration, but such a physical and mental expenditure takes it’s toll. For half a minute they remain, wrapped tightly to each other in silence save for the natural symphony oblivious around them and the rise and fall of their chests while their breathing returns to normal. But soon, all the adrenaline that helped Natsu through, runs away, and all the emotions he’s tamped down explode to the surface. He’s been through tons of emergency rescues and battled hundreds of blazes, but never once has he felt this level of fear. Natsu keeps his head on Lucy’s shoulder, but adds pressure against her neck as a he speaks. “I thought I lost you…” his shaky words in a somber tone are just barely audible as if he’s too afraid to give it any more power.

Lucy reciprocates, tilting her head into the nape of his neck. “Me too…” She tightens her hug when she feels the moisture from his tears starting to soak the fabric of her shirt. His trembling frame speaks volumes. For as long as she’s known this man, she can’t think of a time when he’s shown this level of vulnerability. Always the protector worrying more about others than himself. “Natsu, I re—ally don’t know how you can handle death defying stuff so calmly, ‘cause that was fucking scary!”

“I’d rather do my job a hundred times over than go through this again.” Natsu mumbles. And he means it. They’re lives, their spirits are so entwined already that if he lost her, it’s like being dead too.”

They stay tangled for a little longer before getting to their feet and start heading back down the trail, but both are exhausted, so it takes a little longer than usual, stopping every so often for breaks. The air around Natsu feels heavy and yet light too. How can one feel both at the same time, well, it’s the only way he can explain it. As a trained emergency responder, it’s his job to be aware of anything dangerous and yet today he failed to notice the dry dirt or how close Lucy was getting to the edge. Perhaps this guilt is where the heaviness comes from and yet lightness stems from the same source. It’s because he is trained that he was able to save her life today and that has to feel good.

Sensing something amiss, Lucy squeezes the hand she’s holding and leans her head against his bicep. “Something bothering you?”

“Mmm,” Natsu throws on a genuine smile. Death always makes us think what if, but it’s time to let go. Lucy’s still here, smiling, and holding his hand as they walk along the trail. She’s not letting this experience hold her down. Plus, she’s tougher than she looks, and if he continues to feel sorry, it’s an afront to her inner strength. Sometimes… it’s a wonder who’s really the savior between them. “Nope,” Natsu smiles and kisses her temple area. “Not anymore.”

[pepperfishh]

The Autonomous: Chapter 13

The Autonomous: Chapter 13

It’s darker when I open my eyes. I guess the infirmary lights can be dimmed. I take a deep breath, and the air around me smells distinctly male. I don’t know how else to describe it.

I look down and Four has his head leaned forward, resting it on the edge of the bed. He’s fast asleep, still holding my hand. For the first time, he looks like the eighteen-year-old that he is. Not some scary instructor, not the man who chucked knives at me – just… young.

Who is he, really? I’ve seen so many sides of him, it confuses me. Which one is the real Four? I’m not entirely sure, at this point. But he saved my life. And I feel safe with him. Whoever he is, I like him.

I can’t believe this is all an act to catch the new Divergent in the faction. There’s no way. That was legitimate concern for me. If he was part of the group who wanted Divergents dead, he could have just let me fall in the chasm last night.

I carefully extract my hand from his, going as slow as I can to not disturb him. Once my hand is free, I try to push myself up. A small groan escapes my lips and I wrap one arm protectively around my ribs for support.

I feel him lifting his head. Once he’s sitting up straight in the chair, he purses his lips at me.

“Are you ever going to just ask for help?” he asks softly. But he’s got a small smile on his face and there’s no bite in his question.

“I didn’t want to wake you up,” I mutter. “But since that failed; can you help me stand? I need to go to the bathroom.”

He nods as he comes to his feet. His arms raise far above his head, stretching. My eyes are drawn to the small line of skin I see where his shirt lifts up. I can hear his neck cracking as he tilts his head from side to side.

Frowning, I say, “Sorry. That can’t have been a comfortable way to sleep.”

He returns the frown. “You really need to stop apologizing. For… literally anything at this point.”

He reaches forward and helps me turn in the bed and swing my legs over the side. I have a death grip on his arm as I lower my feet to the ground, and I don’t let go until I feel stable on my feet.

I release his arm, but he still hovers. “I’m good now,” I assure him. “I’m sore, but I can walk on my own.” He nods and points to a nearby door.

When I close the door behind me, I lean back against it and take a deep breath. I don’t actually need to use the toilet; I wanted a mirror.

I step forward and grip the edges of the sink tightly as I take in my appearance. I fight the bile back down; there is nothing left in my stomach to come up. I can’t.

There’s dried blood in streaks down the side of my face. It’s covered with bruises and cuts. My chest is scratched and turning colors, which is very clearly visible with the huge rips in my shirt. I tilt my head up slightly and cringe at the bruises around my neck. The outline of his hand is clear. I lift my shirt a bit and see the black and blue on my rib cage.

I turn on the faucet and run my hands under the water, and then pull them through my hair, trying to make it look somewhat more normal. For the first time since the Choosing Ceremony, I miss my long hair. I wish I could pull it down around my face to hide some of the marks.

Sighing, I grab a towel from the dispenser and run it under the water before leaning closer to the mirror to get a better look at my face. I drag the wet towel up and down, scrubbing the blood off my face.

I catch a glimpse of the mark around my neck again and an unrecognizable rage over comes me. I can see that fucker’s handprint on my body. My arm flies forward on its own accord and my fist smashes into the mirror as I let out a loud curse.

Maybe a second later, the doorknob is rattling. “Tris!” Four calls worriedly through the door.

I reach out absently and unlock the door before he tries to break it down. It flies open, but I don’t even see him. I look down and start pulling the pieces of glass out of my knuckles.

Four takes in the scene around him and sighs, pulling my hand away so he can take over.

“Sorry.” I force out.

His eyes snap to mine. “What did I say about apologies?”

“S-” He tilts his had and gives me a look of disbelief. I pull my lips into a thin line in an effort to stop any words from coming out.

He finishes with my hand in silence and then runs it under the faucet. He turns off the tap and pulls me gently back towards the bed, guiding me to sit back down on the edge of the bed.

He grabs a roll of gauze off the table and wraps it around my bloody knuckles. When he’s finished, he just stops in front of me.

“We should go down to breakfast.” The thought of food makes my stomach turn. “You have to eat something, Tris. Shauna is sending you out with meds. You can’t take them on an empty stomach.”

“I’m not going in with my head down.”

He doesn’t try to argue.

I pause at the door and look down at myself. I pull the zipper up higher on the hoodie and pull the hood over my head. As we walk into the dining hall, I realize I don’t need to keep my head down to look like I’m cowering. Because instead, I have my own personal bodyguard.

Uriah, from the table right next to Christina and Will, catches my eye as I walk in. He lifts his hand to wave, and the drops it as he takes in my appearance. I drop into the seat across from Will. Al is noticeably absent. Four taps at my shoulder.

“Scoot,” he says, motioning with his hand for me to move over. Christina is staring at him, eyes wide. I scoot to make room and meet resistance on the other side. I practically jump out of my skin. I turn quickly and see Uriah. How did he get there so quickly? Four places a calming hand on my shoulder and I relax.

For a moment, all three of them stare, eyes flashing back and forth between me and Four.

“What happened?” Will asks, keeping his voice low. I look over his shoulder and see Peter whispering something to Molly. He looks noticeably better than Drew. Or me. But I do see slight bruising on the side of his face and feel slightly better.

I glance up at Four in question. Why does he look so okay?

“He ran away like a bitch.” He clearly tries to keep his tone even, but I detect the anger bleeding in.

I reach forward to grab a piece of toast, but Four immediately pushes my arm back down when he sees me wince and reaches forward for me.

Finally, I look at my friends. “Peter, Drew, and…” I swallow. It still hurts. “And Al. They cornered me in the halls last night and tried to…”

I can’t finish. I think they get the point.

“Oh my God,” Christina gasps out, her eyes wide in horror.

“Are you alright?” asks Uriah, looking genuinely concerned.

“I’ll live,” I say as Four simultaneously just says “No.”

I turn to glare at him.

“But you’re…” Uriah looks upset. “Three against one? And they’re all twice your size. That’s hardly fair.”

“Yeah, because Peter fights fair,” I scoff. “That’s why he stabbed Edward in his sleep.”

“Al, though,” Christina starts. “Are you sure, Tris?”

I stiffen. “Yes,” I grit out harshly. “I’ve spent enough time around someone I thought was my friend that I can recognize his voice while he’s calling me a bitch for….” I trail off, not wanting to finish. “I’m sure.”

Movement from the entrances catches my attention, and my toast drops out of my hand in surprise as Drew shuffles in.

I hadn’t really gotten a good look at him last night, but now in the bright day, the damage is… Seeing him actually makes me feel better. His face is swollen beyond recognition. His lip is split open and a huge cut is running from his eyebrow down his cheek.

“Did you do that?” hisses Will.

“No,” I say, my eyes sliding to the side to look at Four, who has a suspiciously satisfied smirk on his face. “No, Four broke it up before I got tossed into the chasm.”

Four opens his mouth to argue. “Well, not technically before…”

“Okay, he broke it up after Peter threw me in the chasm. And then pulled me out before I lost my grip on the railing.”

“They were going to kill you?” says Christina, horrified.

“We have to do something about this,” Uriah says in a low voice, and I look at him in surprise. I’ve never heard Uriah sound so serious. Ever.

His face is full of guilt. “I should have made sure you made it back to your dorms last night instead of leaving you in the halls alone.”

Four’s face tightens, like he hadn’t considered that. A flash of anger appears on his face, but before he can open his mouth and say something stupid, like place any blame on Uriah, words start falling out of my mouth.

“No. No, Uriah! I had no intention of sleeping in my bed last night anyway,” I assure him. “I intentionally just kind of ditched you guys. It’s not your fault. At all!” I keep my voice firm. This is no one’s fault but the three that attacked me.

“What?” Four asks. “Where the hell were you planning on sleeping last night, then?”

I blink at him, surprised by his question. “Hadn’t figured that out yet,” I said, shrugging, and then cringing. “But Peter stabbed the last person that outranked him in their sleep. And he was noticeably upset when rankings got posted yesterday. There’s no way I was going to close my eyes in the same room as him.” I let out a derisive laugh. “Guess it didn’t matter anyway.”

“We still have to do something,” Uriah repeats.

“What, like beat them up?” Christina grins. “Looks like that’s been taken care of.”

Four looks unreasonably pleased with himself. Suddenly, someone is standing behind us and tapping on Four’s shoulder. We both turn to see Eric looking down at us. I duck into Four’s side, remembering the slightly less traumatic events that also happened last night.

He motions with his head to the side. Four stands and then helps me up. We follow Eric to the edge of the room.

I’m not a fan of the look he’s giving us. When we’re finally out of earshot of everyone else, he takes a deep breath and looks at me. “Fuck me,” he breathes out. “Tris, did you actually see Al and Peter’s faces?”

“What?” I ask incredulously. “Are you kidding me?”

“I know,” he insists. “Look, I know. But leadership spoke with Drew this morning. He swears it was just him. And refuses to give up anyone else. They’re letting him eat and then he’s out. But the other two… you guys both said they were covering their faces. And we can’t make them out on the cameras.”

“I spend everyday with both of them,” I hiss. “I know what their voices sound like.”

“I know, Tris.”

“Dammit Eric, you fucking promised me.” At least he has the decency to look guilty. “I didn’t even want to report it! And now nothing’s going to happen anyway.”

At just the moment I have the thought that Four is being surprisingly quiet right now, his hand moves too fast for me to catch and glass shatters into the wall behind Eric. The dining hall goes silent.

“Four,” Eric warns, his voice low.

“No, are you fucking kidding me,” he growls. “I can vouch that there were three people there.”

“But you can’t vouch for their identities. And we have nothing we can offer to Drew to entice him to rat out the others, because he’s getting thrown out either way.”

Four glares at Eric one last time before turning the both of us around and walking back to the table with my friends.

“Transfers,” he calls out. “We’re doing something different today. Let’s go.”

Will and Christina stand up next to me. They make eye contact with Four and some kind of unspoken message passes between them. Four nods and releases his hold on me and Will and Christina flank me on either side.

“Be careful,” Uriah says, stepping away as we all start to leave.

“We’ve got her,” Will promises.

Four leads us around the paths of the Pit, taking us higher than we’ve ever been. Will’s face goes white the higher we get, and I’m starting to get really sore. I grab his arm like I need his support, and simultaneously offer him mine. He gives me a grateful smile.

Four turns and is walking backwards, watching us. Backwards, on a narrow path, with no railing. I thought he was afraid of heights.

Four’s eyes shift over to my arm around Will’s, and all expression drains from his face. It sends a chill through me. What is up with him? I cannot keep up with his moods.

He leads us through a hole in the ceiling and we walk across the glass. The glass ceiling of the Pit becomes a glass floor in a room with glass walls. We follow him through another door into a room with graffiti covered walls.

“This is a different simulation, known as the fear landscape.” He goes on, explaining what the fear landscape is and how it works. “Your final test will be to go through your fear landscape as quickly as possible.”

When he finishes his explanation, Peter stupidly opens his mouth. “That doesn’t sound fair. What if one person has seven fears and someone else has twenty? That’s not their fault.”

The laugh that comes out of Four’s mouth makes me shiver. He stares at him. “Do you really want to talk to me about what’s fair?”

The crowd parts immediately as Four walks towards Peter. Will pulls me to the side to get out of the way. Four stops in front of Peter, folds his eyes, and says, his voice deadly, “I understand why you’re worried, Peter. The events of last night certainly proved that you are a miserable coward.”

Peter says nothing.

“So now we all know,” Four continues quietly, “that you are afraid of the smallest girl in your class.”

Will wraps his arm around my shoulders while Christina’s shake with suppressed laughter. A small smile even makes its way to my face.

At dinner that night, I sit between Will and Christina, with Uriah, Lynn, and Marlene sitting across from us. I haven’t seen Four since we left the fear landscape, and I mentally chastise myself for caring. He already saved my life; it’s not like he owes anything else to me.

It’s like he said to Peter; I’m the smallest girl in the class. He’s just overprotective because he thinks I’m weak. I haven’t given him any reason to think otherwise.

Uriah is smiling across from me. His hands are waving wildly back and forth, telling us some story about something that happened during training. Suddenly, his face goes hard – still a weird experience for me – and he glares behind me.

“What?” he spats out. As I’m turning my head, I hear someone clearing their throat. I look up to see Al standing behind me. I freeze; my body is tense and I feel that same nausea settling in.

Al has dark shadows under his eyes, like he hasn’t slept. I feel a sick sort of satisfaction at the dark bruise on his cheek bone, but also bitterness that he doesn’t look as bad as Drew.

“Tris,” he says, his voice breaking. “Can I talk to you?”

Will has turned to glare at him, keeping one hand on my shoulder in support. “Are you kidding? You don’t get to come near her ever again!” A rush of gratitude towards Will rushes through me.

“I won’t hurt you. I never wanted to…” Al’s eyes start watering. A few months ago, the tears may have gotten to me. Hell, even a few days ago, I may have felt sympathy for my friend crying in front of me. “I just want to say that I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.  I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I… please forgive me, please…”

Al reaches for me, like he’s going to touch me and several things happen at once. Christina is on her feet, facing him. Uriah is halfway over the table. Will is pulling me closer to him, like he’s trying to shield me. A bench is knocked over somewhere nearby.

But I push away from Will and stand up. I have no sympathy for the boy in front of me. The hatred inside me is unrecognizable.

“Stay away from me,” I say quietly, my voice cold. “Don’t come near me again.” Our eyes meet. His are watery. I don’t care. “If you do, I swear to God, Al, I’ll fucking kill you, you coward.”

He takes a step backwards and my body stays rigid until I see him exit the dining hall. All of a sudden, I deflate, my shoulder relaxing and just breathe for a moment. My eyes scan my surroundings; Peter is several tables over, smirking at me. Several tables over, I find the source of the overturned bench; Four is standing next to an overturned one, watching intently. I can’t figure out the expression on his face, but I look away before he makes eye contact.

“Tris,” Uriah calls softly. I turn to him. “You good?”

Shakily, I nod and return to my seat.

[anisespice]

“ so what? ” || tokyo rev. pt. 3

                            “ boy, I know you miss me, so what? ”

[ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] 

synopsis: he wanted to be a two-timer; you got his ass back, times two. 

pairing: college!mitsuya x gn!reader

word count: 1,742 

warnings: mature language, cheating, a little ooc(?) bc ik this stylish single father would NEVER.

notes: this one was the longest compared to the other two whew. it seems that mitzy had my creative juices flowing, as he should. unfortunately, had to make him a scrub lol 

Manipulate, Mansplain, MITSUYA.

You weren’t sure what made you want to surprise him at the art building. Maybe it’s because it was on the way when you left the library, or the fact that you hadn’t seen him in a couple of weeks due to finals. Hell, it might’ve been both. But one thing was for certain, when you trotted down the long hallway and made a hard left, your boyfriend wasn’t the only one in for a surprise.

Coming to a halt at the studio entrance you instantly saw him and went to call his name, but noticed he wasn’t alone. Students normally used the space after class hours, with permission from the professor, to spend a little extra time on their individual pieces—Mitsuya being one of them. Sometimes, he’d even be the only one left. Well, imagine your confusion when you see your darling boyfriend conversing with the one person he supposedly couldn’t stand being around, without getting the urge to sew his ears shut. His phrasing, not yours.

Now, that’s not to say he couldn’t be cordial, no matter whatever creative differences there may be. Your boyfriend was always polite and according to him, this person wasn’t. Yet, as you watched them from afar one can’t help but notice they seemed to be getting along just fine for people who apparently never do. Again, his words.

So what’s changed?, you wondered. It had only been two weeks.

“Would’ya mind handing me that fabric over there?” Mitsuya pointed, the person responding with a grin.

“You got it.”

You disappeared around the corner before either of them spotted you. A little perplexed, you didn’t know if you should leave and act like you were never there, or stick around. It’s not like they’re doing anything wrong. Perhaps, you were just overthinking things. Everyone’s allowed to change their opinions about a person they might’ve misjudged, plus it’s been a minute since you’ve talked…maybe in that time Mitsuya developed a friendly relationship with his rival.

Yeah, that sounds right.

“So, uh…Have you thought about what we discussed the other night?”

A question mark formed at the top of your head; the other night? They’d been hanging out together? You stretched your ear to get a better listen, but stayed behind the corner in fear of being seen. Mitsuya heavily sighed.

“Yeah. I have thought about it...”

Silence filled the air, aside from the occasional murmur from the other students still around. You wracked your brain to understand the context behind the sudden change in the atmosphere, picking up on the tension even from behind a wall. You heard the person sigh as well, “But?”

“…It’s complicated.” Mitsuya said.

They scoffed, “Complicated? Really? You can’t keep avoiding this forever, they’re gonna find out eventually-”

“Will you keep your voice down?” he hissed. Your eyes widened a fraction, he sounded so worked up. You tried to keep from jumping to any conclusions, there had to be an explanation for this. You don’t even know if it’s you they’re talking about.

Yeah, that sounds right.

“Relax, it’s not like they’re here. What’s the matter, afraid [_____]’s already on to you or something?” The person said, Mitsuya no doubt shaking his head in response.

Well. So much for the benefit of the doubt. Your palms began to sweat as you gnawed on your lower lip. You didn’t want to assume the worst, but…he wasn't exactly making it easy—Especially not with the next few things he revealed.

“They’re not. I made sure of it.”

“Oh, right, because you told them you couldn’t stand me and how I made you wanna ‘sew your ears shut’. Mhm, yeah, exactly how much longer d’you think they’ll buy that, huh?”

“They’ve been buying it for the whole semester. What’s a little longer gonna hurt?” He chuckled, sardonically.

You couldn’t believe your ears, thoughts moving a million miles an hour, your entire perception had been completely knocked off its axis; they don’t hate each other. More importantly, they never did.

“Takashi. I don’t want to keep sharing you with someone else. It was fun sneaking around for a while, but I want us to be the real deal. Either you tell [_____] the truth…or I will.”

This wasn’t happening. This cannot be happening. Nearly half a year spent with someone who was never fully yours, and the entire time it was with the very person he told you he despised…you could just vomit. How in the fresh hell did you end up entangled in this whole ‘enemies-to-lovers’ schtick? The fact that it went on for this long was bad enough, nothing could’ve possibly made this worse.

“Oh, hi [_____]. Here to see Mitsuya?”

You felt your heart plummet to your ass. Nearly jumping out of your skin, your gaze met one of the student’s as they left the classroom—Yuzuha, you think her name was. From around the corner, you heard the sound of literal pins hit the floor. It was uncomfortably quiet, aside from the various other students who had no idea of the storm brewing just outside the door; what you’d give to be blissfully unaware like them. At least you would’ve felt a lot better compared to now.

Yuzuha raised a brow, concerned. She placed a hand on your shoulder. “You okay? Y’look like you’re gonna explode…”

Before you could even fathom a response, Mitsuya came out of the classroom himself. He tried to mask his panic, but you could see it written all over his face. Your soon-to-be-ex gulped, expression straining into faux delight as he slipped into his role of the doting boyfriend. Clearly he wasn’t sure how much you had heard, playing it safe just in case he was still in the clear.

Bastard. You wanted to rip his head clean off.

“Babe! What a surprise, uh, what are you doing here? You didn’t tell me you were dropping by.” His voice trembled ever so slightly, you almost missed it. It was impressive how dedicated he was to the charade, you’d applaud him if you weren’t so busy planning his funeral in your head.

And unfortunately for him, Yuzuha brought the coffin.

“Since when does your s/o need a reason to see you?” she asked, Mitsuya instantly sweat-dropped.

“No, that’s-!…That’s not what I meant. We’ve both just been swamped with finals, and I don’t like them traveling alone on this side of campus when it’s late, that’s all. Usually they’d let me know so I’d meet them halfway…” He scratched the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his. Come to think of it, he even did it whenever he talked about…

Oh.

In that moment of realization, all you could do was laugh. So much so, that you had to use the wall behind you to keep you standing. The duo surrounding you watched in puzzlement, slightly put off by your sudden switch. Then, to add insult to injury, the person your boyfriend ‘hated’ came around the corner, curiosity getting the best of them.

“What’s going on?” They feigned innocence.

That sent you into full blown hysterics as you slid down the wall, your tears mirroring the action as they fell down your face until you eventually hit the ground; you began to sob. Everyone else in the classroom finally grew silent themselves, all trailing out and peeking their heads around the corner to watch the drama unfold.

“[_____]? [_]-[____]!” Mitusya called out to you in alarm, swiftly crouching down to your level. It wasn’t long before he noticed your tears, thinking you were having a nervous breakdown over stress, or something. Had it crossed it mind that he was the cause? You couldn’t tell. And frankly, you didn’t care.

Even after you confronted him later, and he still tried to convince you that you had it all wrong, you just couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your boyfriend had been cheating on you with someone you never would’ve suspected because he made it so that you were none the wiser, and everything about your relationship had been a lie. What else was there to say?

That was a year ago.

The next time you crossed paths, he’d been hanging with his friends. Used to be your friends as well, but you’ve found yourself running with a different crowd nowadays. He noticed you first, and you noticed his side piece was nowhere in sight. The yearning behind his stare paired with a smile full of regret told you a story—One that clearly didn’t have a happy ending. A small part of you pitied the designer, but the rest of you pointed and laughed. He tried to have his cake and eat it, too; not your fault he dropped the whole damn thing.

When Mitsuya waved, to his surprise you waved back...until he realized too late that you weren’t waving at him. His friends suddenly grew mute, immediately putting him on edge. It didn’t dawn on him until the approaching shadows in his peripheral swaggered passed him as to why that was.

“Mitsuya.” Ran greeted, oily grin thrown over his shoulder as he barely acknowledged the fashion major. The other one wasn’t too far behind, sporting a bored expression until he grinned as well, mockingly. Mitsuya scowled, his friends also expressing their distaste with threats and jeers thrown at the brothers’ backs.

Rindou merely scoffed, shaking his head. “What a fucking joke.”

Mitsuya watched in horror as you smiled at those scumbags. He couldn’t believe his eyes, how could you involve yourself with the likes of them? The designer abruptly stood—He had to say something, anything to get you out of their sights.

But when they each wrapped an arm around you, Ran on your left and Rindou on your right, he choked on his words. No. No.

You knew about the everlasting feud between his gang and the Haitanis, one might call it poetic justice that you rebounded with not one, but both of them. As you threw Mitsuya a smug grin, and watched him fail to pretend he was disinterested as you’re whisked away by two people he had genuine hatred for, you could only think of one thing.

He pretended for a whole semester. What’s a little longer gonna hurt?

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can i req fem!sub / if you want gender neutral is ok, about being brat on the bed? and (seperate) kaeya, diluc ,xiao &childe respond on it?

— ☆ Bratty Sub headcanons 

Includes: Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, and Childe

[ Sub ] Gender-neutral reader

Contains: Bratty sub, riding, dacryphilia, humiliation, rough sex, switching, coming untouched, dirty talk, degradation, choking, slut shaming, stomach bulge, masocism, minor blood, drooling + dumfication. 

— ☆ Wrecking headcanons - Childe 🐏 [ Female ]

[ masterlist ]

Apologies for the long delay. It’s been busy. 

I’ve updated my rules to limit requests to two or fewer characters as to not overwhelm myself. But since this request was before the change, I will write all four. For future requesters, please stick to two characters. 

— ☆ Kaeya

As soon as you talk back to him, he gives you most amused but pitiful look you’ve ever seen. He takes a moment to chuckle under his breath before he’s hoisting you up onto his lap, leaning his cheek on his hand, and gestures for you to continue. 

You must think you’re so cute right now. Suddenly thinking that you’re in charge? Alright, if you want to be on top then go. He won’t do anything. Let’s see how long it’ll take for you to start whining. 

He loves the flustered look you get when he suddenly gives into your demands. The brave face you try and put on as you slowly ease onto his thick cock and the frustrated whimpers you try and hide. 

It’s only when you start apologizing that he disapprovingly sighs as he grips your hips, so hard that bruises will appear the next day, and slams you down on his cock. 

“Talking back to me when you can’t even fuck yourself on my cock properly. What am I going to do with you?” he grunts out as your walls tighten around him and you scrabble to hold onto him, “You’re going to take every drop of my cum until your hole is stuffed got it? Aren’t I kind? Go on, thank me.” 

“T-Thank..mm! Yo-You -ahh! More, ah! ” you stammer out as you claw at Kaeya’s back as he forcefully lifts you and drops you on his cock. The heavy drag of his dick against your sensitive spots is maddening that muddle your head. Every time Kaeya thrusts in you feel the breath get punched out of your lungs, the skin of your abdomen stretch and burn as you try and make room for his cock. You don’t realize that you’re crying out to him as you sob into his shoulder. 

“Look at you, does that hurt? Too bad. Maybe if you didn’t act like such  a brat I would be a lot nicer,” he laughs as he viciously grabs your hair and lifts your tear stained face up “Maybe I should take a picture so I can show everyone in Mondstadt what a slut you are?”

He drops your face harshly as he grips your wrists and pulls your hands behind you before he flips you both over so he’s on top of you. Your arms are at an awkward angle that strain them but when he suddenly starts pounding into you with the new leverage, whatever complaints you have are quickly replaced with moans. You mewl at the idea, your friends and family seeing how much of a wreck Kaeya can make you. It makes you burn in humiliation at the idea and you know that Kaeya would do it in a heartbeat. It’s that thought that has you cumming as Kaeya curses and buries himself as deep as he can go, painting your insides with his cum. While you’re catching your breath, Kaeya swipes at the cum that leaked out of your hole as he brings his cum stained fingers to your mouth.

“Open up,” he says, his voice sweet even as he pry’s your mouth open for you. You, naturally, bite his fingers but also lick him clean. It makes his star pupils dilate as he takes in the image before shoving his fingers into the back of your throat so you choke, “You’re so cute. It seems I have a lot to teach you about manners brat.”

— ☆ Diluc

Diluc has to deal with too many problematic issues given to him by incompetent people. It’s weeks like these when his patience runs extremely thin, even when he tries to suppress his temper. 

Naturally, these are your favourite weeks to irk the man. To see just how much you can get away with and how far you can push his limits. From walking around with barely any clothes to flirting with the Knights that attend Angel Share.

Diluc is used to your...mannerisms. That is until Kaeya appears and he’s already glaring at you before you can make a move. Don’t you dare even try it unless you don’t want to walk the next day. 

It takes one touch on your waist from Kaeya for Diluc to snap. He’s closing the bar early and even the drunkards can tell Diluc is pissed. Kaeya blows you a kiss and a wave over the shoulder to Diluc as he locks the door behind him. 

Diluc manhandles you to the bar counter until you’re bent over with your wrists pinned behind your back. You can feel the anger radiate off Diluc as you peer over your shoulder at him. While he has a calm face, his eyes are feral as he adjusts his glove. That’s the only warning you get before he slips his hand to the front of your neck and squeezes with a vice grip. 

“D-Dil-” you cough out before you’re cut with a yelp by Diluc forcefully shoving your pants down as he shoves his fingers in, gloves still on, and stretch's your hole out. 

“Pathetic, you’re already this wet and I haven’t even done anything. Are you going to make a mess over my floors? You know what’ll happen if you do,” Diluc sneers as he arches your back and brings your face next to his, “Do you like being choked? Is that it? You filthy whore getting off on being used like this.”

“Hah..haha...Ka-Kaeya is nn-- oh is rough-er!” you manage to wheeze out as you stick your tongue out at Diluc. He still wears that same neutral expression but you can see something dark swirl in his eyes. He mumbles out, is that so? Before he slams you back down onto the counter top. You’re a bit dazed from the impact that you don’t hear the rustle of clothes, a belt unbuckling, before you’re being rammed into by Diluc’s cock. Your hands are scrabbling onto the countertop for some type of purchase as Diluc wastes no time and abuses your sensitive walls. 

“You’re. Mine.” Each word is punctuated by a deep thrust into you, “No one can fuck you like I can. Not those useless knights. Not Kaeya. Not anyone. Got it?”

You’re dumb on the pleasure of his cock rearranging your insides that you don’t respond that Diluc clicks his tongue, bends down, and sinks his teeth into your neck. An area he knows you can’t hide with your clothes and it’s too hot to be wearing a scarf without making it obvious to what’s happening now. The burst of pain is enough to send you over the edge and orgasm on his cock. Diluc curses under his breath at your walls tightening around him as he cum inside you as he catches his breath. 

“Answer me when I ask you a question.”

“Y-Yes sir...you’re the only one. Only you. Always you...” 

Your words manage to sooth him a little bit but it irks him that you’re drooling all over his countertop that he just cleaned. It’s fine, he thinks, he can make you lick it up later. 

— ☆ Xiao

He's a puppy that wants to impress you, but everyone has a breaking point. The constant taunting of how, despite being a powerful adepti, he can’t even pleasure a mortal in bed sends something feral inside him ablaze. 

He doesn’t want to hurt you so he focuses his efforts into fucking you so good that you end up babbling praises instead. It makes him feel so warm inside when he sees your normally smug face turn dumb as you tell him he’s doing so well. 

It’s the only time you can ask Xiao to be more rough with you without him worrying about breaking you. It’s so cute to you that he tries so hard that you can’t help but tease him a bit. 

“Good boy Xiao. You’re doing so well,” you whisper against Xiao’s lips as you softy kiss him. You’re finally seated on his cock with his fingers are digging into your sides, strong enough to leave marks. It took a bit of coaxing from you to get Xiao to release the death grip he had on the sheets and to move his hands to your waist. If you didn’t see hand prints or bruises the next day, you were going to make this man cry. You slowly rock back and forth as you softly moan at the feeling of his cock inside you as you make small bounces. 

“Don’t you feel good?” you ask as you take one of his hands off your waist and lead his fingers to your hole where you’re both connected. Lacing your fingers together as you force him to jerk off the small length of his cock that appears every bonce you make, “Come on. Go faster. Show me what an adeptus can do.”

“A-Are you sure?” Xiao stammers out as he looks up at you worried. His grip on your body slackens considerably as you sigh before cupping his cheeks. 

“Xiao. Are you saying you can’t? Is it too much for someone of the adepti? What a let down you are, if you can’t do it then I’ll go find someone that cAN-!” you choke on your words as Xiao suddenly slams you on your back and drives his cock to the hilt. This time he’s taking your hand in his as he places your linked hands onto your stomach so you can feel his cock wrecking your insides through your stomach. 

“W-Wait! Xiao! Ah-!”

He pulls out harshly only to slam back in desperately as he rutts against you. His cock is practically gushing pre-come as he slowly loses his sense of rhythm. A deep feral part inside him relishes in the fact that it’s his cock that makes you like this. Pupils blown wide, head thrown back, tongue lolling out. As much as it makes your entire body tremble at the onslaught of pleasure, you can’t help but let a small delirious smile appear on your face. You reach out and cling onto him, digging your nails in so deep that he bleeds, and tell him to fuck you stupid. That he’s doing such a good job and to not stop. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you” he chants as he grinds his cock into you as he cums inside and fills you with his cum. The rush of warmth has you orgasming with him. Your linked hands still on your stomach where his cum paints your walls. 

— ☆ Childe

He really likes switching half way during your fucking. As soon as you’ve had your fill being on top, he’s switching the roles. He might have been crying and begging you to let him cum a few seconds ago but now it’s his time to payback. 

Due to the abrupt switch, you’re still high on your ride and refuse to let his child take control. He loves how feral you both get in your attempts to dominate the other. 

When he finally manages to pin you down, the blood of the scratches and bite marks are still stinging but the pain get’s him rock hard. It’s like any other fight and the feeling of victory gives him a rush. 

He wastes no time in pounding into you, watching you scream as you curse him out as him laughing, leaning over to kiss you as he proceeds to rail you.  

He knows as soon as he kisses you, you’re biting his lips raw. The taste of blood makes him smirk against your own mouth and he feels your exasperated sigh at his kinks. It’s a small moment of respite as you both make out without trying to claw each other’s eyes out. When you finally separate for air, there’s a red line of saliva linking your mouths together that breaks when Childe sits up and wipes his mouth. 

“A bit eager are we?” he taunts as his fingers run over your skin, covered in his hand prints as marks, before settling on your hip. He doesn’t need to look to know his body isn’t any different. He better hope that he doesn’t need to change his shirt in front of the anyone or else they’ll suspect he went and fought a bear again. A cruel laugh escapes you as you reach up and drag him back down to your level as you whisper in his ear.

“It’s a pity fuck Tartaglia.” 

There’s a pause as Childe registers what you said before a switch flips off in his head. He lets out a low growl as he flips you onto your stomach and rams his cock into you. He relishes in the wail you let out as he grips your neck to pin your head onto the bed as he rails you into the mattress. You’re so tight around him that he has to forcefully drag his cock out just to thrust back in. He doesn’t understand how you can stay so tight even after all the rounds you both had previously. 

“You, ngh--ah! b...hah...bastard!” you gasp out and you claw at the sheets as his cock fucks you so well. He slams in so deep that has you spasming with each and every thrust. 

“Behave now,” he hisses out as he bites down on the back of neck as he muffles his moans as he cums inside you. Feeling him spill inside you sends a shudder of pleasure through your body that has your withering on his cock as you cum alongside him. When you’ve both caught your breath is when you elbow him in the stomach and knock him backwards so you’re back on top. He can tell you’re pissed and he’s never felt more excited. 

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Interview with Park Jimin

✏️Vampire Jimin x Yoongi x Reader🔞 ✏️fluff, angst, smut ⚠️Warnings: biting, blood, vampire attack, death of two characters, marking, double penetration, oral both male and female, light male masturbation.⚠️ 📖WC: 7,283

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“Y/N, wake up. We’re here.”

You opened your eyes to see the van sitting in front of a large iron gate with the name Park on it.

“You made it before nightfall?” You asked your favorite cameraman and bestfriend, stretching in an attempt to remove the kinks from your stiff neck.

“I told you I could get us here in time,” Yoongi answered with a proud smile.

“Do you see an intercom or anything?”

“No, can’t you just call him?”

“Greg said he doesn’t have a phone.”

“So how are we supposed to let him know we made it?” The two of you froze when the van filled with the sound of the gate moving. 

“I guess he knows,”  Yoongi said while you both watched it open. “Are you ready for this? Because once I drive through that gate, there’s no turning back.”

You flipped down your visor so that you could look at yourself in the mirror, “As ready as I can be to interview a vampire.”

Yoongi nodded and put the van in gear. “Alright, here we go.”

While Yoongi drove up the long driveway, you looked over the notes of questions your boss wanted you to ask. Greg might be the head of the studio, but he knew nothing about giving an interview. He was more worried about the ratings and less about educating the viewers.

When he’d brought up the idea of doing this for a halloween special, you laughed at him. There was no way he’d actually get one of them to agree. If you knew anything about them it was that they liked to be left alone. You were skeptical when he said he’d found one to interview, so when he asked for volunteers, you and Yoongi offered your services. The two of you figured if it turned out to be fake at least you'd get a mini vacation from the busy city.

You both leaned forward, heads tilted to the side and looked out the windshield as the giant house came into view. The house, along with everything around it, looked as if it was stuck in the Victorian ages.

“Is it possible to be turned on by a house?” Yoongi asked, putting the van in park.

“Knowing how much you love your architecture, for you it is.” You laughed as you took off your seatbelt and got out of the van.

“Look at it, Y/N. It’s fucking beautiful!” Yoongi stood beside you and put his arm around your shoulders, “Do you see those peaks?” Your eyes followed his hand as he pointed out all the features of the house. “Look at that molding and the windows! It’s like they just built the place. You don’t see many gothic Victorian houses that have all their original features like this.”

“The most modern thing here is the electricity. I’m trying to keep it as similar to the day I built it as possible.” You both turned your attention to the man who was standing on the steps by the front door. “You must be Y/N and Yoongi?” He stuck his hand out, “I am Park Jimin.”

You looked over the man as the three of you greeted each other and made small talk about the house. You were still very skeptical about him. He didn’t look at all like you’d pictured a vampire to look. He looked young, maybe in his mid to late twenties. His skin looked sunkissed and not pale like you’d imagined. To you, vampires were cold-hearted creatures with blood red eyes that would always have a look of disgust on their faces. His chocolate eyes and his bright smile were warm and friendly.

“You two must be exhausted from your trip. Why don’t we go inside? I’ll show you what rooms you’ll be staying in, then we can eat dinner and I’ll go over the rules before it gets late.”

“You eat real food?” You asked, taken aback by his mention of dinner.

“No. Normal food does nothing for my body. But you two are my guests and it would be rude of me to not join you.”

With Jimin’s strength and speed it took no time at all for the equipment to be unloaded from the van. You thought Yoongi was going to faint when the three of you stepped through the front door. The inside of the house also looked like it was trapped in time.

“How do you keep it so authentic?” Yoongi questioned while he slowly spun in circles with his mouth open. 

“I built this house by hand and I don’t allow anyone else to do anything to it. I’m also extremely picky when it comes to who may enter and what they do. Now let’s go see your room, it’ll be nightfall in a few hours,” Jimin said, starting to ascend the stairs.

“Why did you want us here before nightfall?”

Jimin stopped at your question and looked at you. “Because, my love. The man you see before you is not the same as the beast that comes out underneath the moon.” A shiver went up your spine at the bone chilling smile that crossed his lips.

Still absorbed in the architecture of the old home and unaware of the conversation happening around him, Yoongi grabbed your wrist and pulled you up the stairs with him while he continued to ask Jimin more questions about the house.

Dinner was delicious with a lot more food on the table than either you or Yoongi could eat. Jimin apologized multiple times as he drank his concoction of wine and blood of the venison you were eating. He wasn’t used to having humans around and forgot how little some ate.

During dessert, Jimin went over the rules for the house. For someone who said he was picky about what people did while there, the rules were pretty simple. Don’t leave your room at night for any reason, he hunts during the night and has less control over what he’s doing. Don’t go exploring without him, the house had many tunnels and secret rooms, he didn’t want you to get lost. Lastly, if for some reason you must leave your room, do not go outside and do not go into the basement. He, along with other vampires, hunted in the woods near his house and he came in and out through the basement so that he wouldn’t get blood and dirt all over the house.

When the sky began to admit a fiery glow from the setting sun, Jimin hurried you along to your rooms. He wanted to make sure the two of you were safely in them before it completely set.

The morning came quicker than you liked. Your sleep was restless. You stayed up later than you should’ve writing new questions, and when you’d finally called it a night you were woken by the slightest noise. So, by the time Jimin came knocking to let you know it was safe and your food was ready, you practically flew out your door.

After breakfast you assisted Yoongi with setting up the equipment before you went and got ready to be on camera. This was the part you hated most about your job. Your boss insisted that all on camera personnel follow a dress code. For the men, it was a freshly ironed suit and tie with a pair of dress shoes. For the women, it was either a suit with a skirt or a dress, knee length to mid thigh, top needed to be a V cut showing just a hint of cleavage and a pair of heels. When it came to the mens hair, he was a little more lenient than he was with the women, who had to have theirs in a perfect bun.

Once your hair, makeup and clothes were perfect, you slowly went downstairs to join the other two in Jimin’s office.

“Five years and you still haven’t figured out how to walk in those?” Yoongi joked from behind Jimin as he hooked his mic up.

“Nope and I still hate the outfit,” You answered, removing your mic from the case.

Jimin cocked his head to the side and looked you over, “Then why do you wear it?”

“It’s part of the dress code. Hair up, makeup on, clothes perfect. Always be camera ready.” You repeated your boss’s motto.

“That’s a shame. You could’ve changed it while you’re here,” Jimin said with a tisk.

“Why?” You asked, fishing your mic through your shirt.

“I’m not sure it’s appropriate for me to say.”

You looked at him after clipping your mic. “Just say whatever it is, Jimin. I want you to feel comfortable enough to say what you want while we are here.”

“I can feel how uncomfortable you are. But I can’t tell if it’s just from the clothes or if it’s a mixture of them and me.”

“Well, I won't lie. It’s mainly what I’m wearing, but the fact that I’m showing a vampire my whole neck is a little off putting.”

“Well if it makes you feel any better, you have a very beautiful neck.” Jimin smirked when he heard your heart skip a beat at his words.

The sound of Yoongi clapping made you jump, “Ok, let’s do this.” He said, guiding each of you to your chairs, before adjusting the cameras one last time.

You adjusted yourself and took a deep breath. “Are you ready?” You asked Jimin.

“Yes I am.” The vampire grinned and cocked his head to the side, “Why are you suddenly so nervous?”

“What makes you think I’m nervous?” You fidgeted with your skirt and blouse, avoiding eye contact with him while you made sure you weren’t showing too much skin.

“I can feel it and I can tell by the sound of your racing heartbeat. Is it because I said you had a beautiful neck?”

“Yes,” Yoongi answered from behind the laptop before you could. “She finds you attractive and you compliment her. She now doesn’t know what to do with herself.” You turned and sent Yoongi a death glare because of how easily he spilled your secret.

Jimin laughed and looked at him. “Interesting. How come she’s not the same way with you? You’re a good looking man and I��ve seen you compliment her a few times.”

“Oh, that’s because we’ve already-”

“Alright, first question,” You interrupted Yoongi and redirected the focus back on the interview. “Jimin, how long have you been a vampire?”

“713 years,” He answered, still smiling from the previous conversation.

“What age were you when you were first turned?”

Jimin looked to the ceiling for a second as he thought, “I was 20. I’d gone out drinking with some friends and ended up being attacked by a rogue vampire on my way home.”

“What do you mean by a rogue vampire?”

“A rogue vampire is a vampire who doesn’t have a coven or family and is alone.”

“Do you have a coven?”

“Yes. Yes I do.”

“How can you tell the difference?”

“A rogue vampire is what humans normally think all vampires look like. They’re very sickly looking from a poor diet, thin, skin so pale it’s almost translucent.”

“Truthfully, I was shocked when I first met you yesterday. You don’t look at all like I’d pictured. You are so friendly and if I were to pass you on the street I’d have thought you were just like me.”

“I am like you in a way. When you become a vampire everything is stripped from you. Your life, your humanity. I just so happen to be one of the lucky few who was able to find a coven and get help quickly enough.”

“How did they help you?”

“The leader of my coven found me within a few hours of me being attacked. He brought me to the main house where I was taken care of and watched over. Because I wasn’t given the choice to be turned, once I was coherent enough I was given the option of either staying a vampire or dying. I was still young and wanted to live. So I made my decision to continue ‘living�� as a vampire. The following day I met with the coven’s witch and the rest is history.”

“A witch?”

Jimin let out a small laugh and nodded. “Yes, a witch. Every good coven has one. I won’t tell you how, but they give us protection. That’s how I’m able to be out in the sunlight for a certain amount of time and why I still look fully human during the day. And in return we protect them and help them in any way we can.”

You spent the next few hours sitting in Jimin’s office and walking around the property just casually talking. The piece of paper that was full of questions had long been forgotten the longer you chatted and learned more of his story.

You noticed a change in Jimin the later in the day it got. His normally chocolate colored eyes began to get a hint of red to them, and his usually calm composure started to crack.

“I think we can safely end the interview here,” You said as the three of you exited the garden. “The sun will be setting in a few hours and we still need to eat dinner.”

Jimin looked at the sky. “Huh, I didn’t even realize how late it was getting.”

“You might not have realized, but I can see the change in your body.” You said absentmindedly following Yoongi through the patio door.

Before you could blink Jimin was standing in front of you with a teasing smile on his face. “You’ve been paying attention to my body, Y/N?” he asked, walking backwards as you continued forward.

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you said you could notice the change. Which means you’ve been paying attention.”

You stopped walking and sighed. “Your irises are starting to turn red, which means you need blood. I noticed it last night. But they weren’t as bad because you were drinking some. Your hands are also starting to shake, and your mannerisms are becoming less friendly and more mischievous.”

“Do you prefer the friendly side or the mischievous side?” Jimin asked, and leaned in before whispering, “Pick your filter, Y/N. Because I can be whatever version you want me to be.”

You quickly stepped back and changed your direction to the kitchen. “Nope, nope, nope,” you repeated as you got a glass of water.

“Hey, Jimin? I have a question.” You thanked your lucky stars for Yoongi and his perfect timing. “It’s kind of personal so you don’t have to answer if you don't want to.”

“Please ask away,” Jimin encouraged, turning his attention from you to the other human in the room.

“What’s sex like as a vampire? Or do you guys even have sex?”

The water you were in the process of swallowing shot out of your mouth. Luckily you were still standing over the sink so what didn’t land on you went in it.

“Yoongi, I think you’re the first human to ever ask me that,” Jimin said, handing you a towel. “But to answer your question, yes we vamps do have sex and it’s a hundred times better than human sex.”

“How so?”

Jimin gently grabbed your wrist, stopping you when you tried to leave. “Stay for this, Y/N. You might find it interesting.” His tone was a mixture of playful and demanding. Strangely, you found yourself doing as he said. “As a human you are limited by what your body can handle, which isn’t very much. As a vampire there isn’t much that can kill us so we can be more creative. As a human you are only allowed to feel, smell and hear what your weakened senses will let you. But as a vampire our senses are heightened. We feel the slightest bit of movement, the slightest bit of touch, we can hear even the smallest of whimpers and the way our partners heartbeat changes when they are enjoying themselves. Not only does our high stamina make us last longer, but our strength and speed open up so many more possibilities.”

“I’m going to go edit before I get some sleep,” You said, finally able to step away from Jimin when Yoongi began to ask more questions.

“But what about dinner?” Yoongi asked when you grabbed the laptop off the island in front of him. “I still have snacks in my bag from the car ride here. I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Let her go Yoongi. Judging by the change in her heartbeat and the wave of emotions coming off of her, she might not seem like it, but she’s very much enjoying this conversation. Let’s get you something to eat and have a drink while we continue to talk.” 

You didn’t even have to look at Jimin to know the vampire was currently wearing a mischievous grin.

You looked at the vampire while he stared out the window and drank his concoction of coffee and blood. Something was off with him this morning. His usual cheery and flirtatiousness was gone, he seemed distant and distracted.

“Hey, Jimin.” you said, trying to get his attention. “Do you mind if I interview you some more today? I thought of a few more questions last night.”

“That’s fine with me.” he answered, not looking away from the window. “But it can’t take as long as yesterday. Tonight is the harvest moon and I need to head out early so that I can get to the coven house before night falls.”

“What’s the harvest moon?”

“Have we started the interview already?” 

You were taken back by the irritation in his voice. “No. But if you give us a few minutes we can get set up and ready.”

“I’ll meet you in the office.”

You and Yoongi watched in confusion as the vampire walked away, “What the hell was that?” Yoongi whispered once Jimin was out of sight.

“I…I don’t know.”

“Maybe he didn’t have any luck hunting last night.” Yoongi finished his coffee and stood up. “I’ll go get everything ready. You might want to hurry and get changed. I have a feeling his mood is just going to get worse.”

You nodded in agreement then got up, grabbing both of your dishes and taking them to the kitchen.

After setting a new personal record for doing your hair, makeup and getting dressed, you grabbed your shoes and sped walked to the office. Jimin was already mic’d up and waiting when you quickly entered the door.

“You shouldn’t run in someone else's house,” Jimin admonished, brushing some lint off his pants.

“I didn’t run,” You bit back, taking your mic from Yoongi. 

“Whatever, let's just hurry this along.”

You looked at Yoongi and rolled your eyes before clipping on your mic and taking a seat. 

“We’ve already had the introduction, so I’ll just get to the questions.” Jimin took one last sip of his drink before placing it on the floor. “But in order for it to look good could you please be less grumpy?”

“I am not grumpy.”

“Oh, right, sorry. Could you be a little less of a moody and sassy vampire. Please.” You gave him a tight smile and nodded to Yoongi that you were ready. 

Jimin straightened himself and put on a happier face, “Better?”

“Yes, thank you.” You cleared your throat and crossed your legs, “What is the harvest moon?”

“It’s the busiest time of year in the supernatural world. It’s when we are at our strongest. It’s when our human side is the furthest away. The blood we drink tonight will be the richest. It is also the time of year when more of us are created by force. The rogues will be crawling out of whatever hole they’ve been living under and go out hunting for food. So those of us who aren’t feral will not only have to take care of our needs, but we’ll also have to keep our eyes and ears out for any humans being harmed.”

“What does that mean for mine and Yoongi’s safety? Are we safe here or should we leave?”

Jimin’s face turned serious, “The two of you will be fine if you follow the rules I established. As I told you earlier, I won't be here to make sure you’re in your rooms before nightfall. So I’m trusting you to do it yourselves.”

You nodded and gave him a soft “okay” before going to the next question. “We all know that werewolves have mates. Do vampires have them?”

“We aren’t dogs, Y/N. We don’t mate. But some of us are bonded, yes.”

“Are you bonded to anyone?”

“Why? Are you interested?”

Your heart skipped when he smirked and his eyes flashed red. “I..I..” you stuttered, trying to figure out how to answer him. “Do vampires sleep?”

Jimin laughed at your outburst. “Yes, Y/N. We only need a few hours for our bodies to recharge after feeding. So it’s more of a nap.”

You did your best to get through your questions as quickly as you possibly could, but due to Jimin’s ever changing mood it took longer than needed. He was out the door and on his way to his coven the moment you finished up; you along with Yoongi had reassured him you’d be in your rooms by nightfall.”

You and Yoongi decided to have your dinner on the patio overlooking the massive garden. It was your last night in the house after all and you didn’t want to spend it cooped up inside. So you grabbed your food and drinks with the intent to be back in once the sky began to change colors.

But after some drinks the two of you lost all track of time as you walked around, drinking your alcoholic beverages. Before you knew it the sun was almost set and you were in the middle of the maze at the furthest end of the garden.

“Yoongi, I think we should just start climbing the shrubs.” You held his hand tightly as the two of you turned yet another corner.

“We are almost to the entrance, Y/N. I promise.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I remember that statue from when we first came in. Plus the lights from the house are getting brighter.” he pointed over the tall bushes.

“They’re getting brighter because it’s getting darker, Yoongi.” Your voice not hiding how frightened and worried you’d become.

“Y/N, look at me.” Yoongi took your face in his hands, “I’m going to get us out of here and inside safely. Okay?”

“Okay.” Yoongi grabbed your hand and placed a comforting kiss on it before he started walking again.

By the time the lights of the garden and the entire house came into view from the entrance it was dark out. You were shaking from both the chilly night air and the sounds coming from the woods around you.

“Here’s the plan.” Yoongi said, stopping the two of you just short of your freedom. “We run from here. Don’t let go of my hand until we are inside safely.” He waited until you gave him a nod before he started to count. “1...2…3!”

The two of you took off running, hand in hand, towards the house. Your feet just hit the steps of the porch when you were thrown to the side, ripping your hand from Yoongi’s grip.

The moment you were able to catch the breath that had been knocked out of you, you were on your feet. “Yoongi?” Your voice was low at first as your body tried to recover. “Yoongi?” Your voice was louder and your legs shook as you looked around for him.

“Get inside, Y/N!” He yelled running from the side of the house.

You wanted to run. Everything in you was telling you to, but you couldn’t move. Your feet were cemented in place the closer he got to you. You could see blood on his white shirt and he looked extremely pale. But you weren’t sure if it was from fear or the loss of blood. “Yoongi, what happened?” You asked.

“Inside now!” The second the those words left his mouth he was being thrown to the ground and pinned down.

A scream ripped through you as you watched the creature sink its teeth into his neck.

“Get off of me you son of a bitch!” Yoongi screamed as he tried his best to get the rogue vampire off of him.

You watched in horror as Yoongi grew weaker. He looked at you one last time and mouthed “go” before losing consciousness.

Something inside you finally snapped and you took off running for the door. But just like before you weren’t successful. Before you could get the door open a pair of cold hands dug their long nails into your arm and flung you to the ground.  The vile creature's weight was on you before your body could register what happened. Your nostrils filled with the stench of death. It let out a hiss and you screamed when you felt the sharp pain of its teeth piercing your skin, and it began to suck every ounce of blood from your body. You tried to fight, but the rogue was strong and you were weakened from exhaustion and the blow to your head.

You could see a silhouette of someone coming around the corner of the house, just as your vision began to dim and your breathing shallowed. In a flash the rogue vampire's weight was off of you, you didn’t have the energy to see where it and the figure from the side of the house went.

The muffled sounds of fighting and yelling filled your ears while you laid there, waiting for your death to come. With your final breaths you could see five more figures beside the house. The figures grew larger as they sprinted their way over, one kneeling beside you and taking you in their arms.

You felt something warm press against your lips and somehow you could clearly hear the person say, “Drink.”

The next thing you knew you were waking up in your bed with a scream at the amount of discomfort you felt. Your senses were in overdrive, your head was pounding and your body felt strange.

Frightened, you curled up in a ball at the top of your bed when a man with broad shoulders entered your room. You couldn’t hear a word he was saying over the sound of his footsteps and beating heart. He tried his best to give you a comforting smile as he held up a note for you to read that said:

          “This is Jin. He’s the coven's witch. He won’t hurt you. Drink what’s in the glass, it has a potion mixed with blood, that will settle your senses and pain. Meet us downstairs when you’re ready.” ~Jimin

Jin handed you the drink and carefully sat on the foot of the bed. The relief was almost instant after two drinks of the thick, warm liquid.

“Yoongi?” was the only thing your shaky voice would allow you to ask, feeling the relief of all the noise and discomfort.

“Yoongi is fine, he woke up two days ago. He’s downstairs with the rest of the coven.”

“How-”

“How long have you been asleep?” Jin urged you to drink some more while he finished your question. “You’ve been out for three days. Your body struggled with the change. For a while there we weren’t sure if you’d make it.”

“Who saved me?”

Jin sucked in a deep breath and gestured toward the cup, “Drink up and I’ll let you know what happened. We’d just gathered at our meet up location so that the vampires could switch out, the group that’d been hunting was going with me to continue surveillance while the group that’d been with me went hunting. We were chatting and trying to figure out our next move when we heard a scream.” he paused for a second and tilted his head. “Or should I say, they heard a scream? My hearing is nothing compared to theirs. Anyways, when the second scream rang out, we realized it was coming from the direction of Jimin’s house, so we took off. I am not as fast as the rest of them, so I hopped onto Jungkook's back. Jimin got there before the rest of us. They could smell the rogue the closer we got. So when he sped up and broke away from the group, we knew it was you who’d screamed. In all the years that I’ve known Jimin I’ve never once seen him so scared and angry like he was. By the time the rest of us made it to the house Jimin had already knocked the vile creature off of you and was in the process of ripping its head off. You and Yoongi were both on death's door steps when we first laid eyes on you. They only had a few seconds to act. So Namjoon slit his wrist and ran to you, while Hoseok did the same and went to Yoongi. You only needed to get a few drops of their blood in your system, which thankfully you did.”

“So we’re dead?”

“In a way, yes. You as a human are technically dead. But you as a vampire are still alive.”

“I think I’m ready to go downstairs.” you said finishing off the drink.

“Okay,” Jin stood up and helped you out of the bed. “Your body is still a bit unsure of what to do with itself, so just lean on me and I’ll do the walking.” he said putting your arm around his neck and wrapping one of his around your waist. “It will get better once you’re able to drink more. I promise.”

The walk to the where the group was in the dining room took a lot longer than it did when you were human. Jin was right, your body was still trying to adjust and you needed to stop a few times to rest.

“Y/N!” a loud thud filled the silence of the room when Yoongi stood up and knocked over his chair. “I am so sorry.” he whispered in your ear after taking you from Jin and hugging you tightly. “I should’ve been more vigilant. I should’ve run faster.”

“It’s okay.” you said trying to soothe him. “I’m just as much to blame as you are. We both made mistakes that night.”

The sound of someone clearing their throat reminded you two that there were other people in the room. “Oh, right.” Yoongi broke away from the hug and picked you up. “Come meet the coven.”

You studied the four strangers' faces as Yoongi carried you to a seat and sat down with you on his lap. He wasn’t ready to let you go just yet.

“It’s nice to see you awake, Y/N. I’m Namjoon, the leader of the coven.”

“You’re the one that gave me your blood?” You asked, causing his dimples to show when he smiled.

“Yes, yes I am.” he adjusted in his seat. “May I introduce you to the rest of my coven?” he asked, before pointing out and giving you the name of each vampire in the room. “This is Hoseok, Taehyung, Jungkook,” each of them gave you a smile and a hello in return,

“and of course you already know Jimin.” 

Jimin didn’t say a word when you looked at him. He just sat there with a blank expression on his face.

“Don’t mind him.” Taehyung said, waving his hand toward Jimin. “He’s still trying to sort out his emotions.”

You looked at the vampire a few seats away in confusion. “His emotions about what?”

“You left the house when I told you not to,”  you turned your attention back to Jimin who didn’t look at you as he spoke. “I trusted the two of you. If we’d been somewhere else or a second later…” his words trailed off and he stood up. “I’m going to the basement to get ready”

The seven of you watched wordlessly as he left the room.

“A lot has happened in the past three days.” Hoseok stood up, “Now that you're getting better he’ll settle down soon.” he added before going after Jimin.

“He needs to get his shit together now.” Jungkook grumbled, crossing his arms. “He should be here for this discussion. Whatever she decides will affect him and Yoongi way more than it will affect the rest of us.”

“What decision am I supposed to be making?” you asked, looking at Namjoon.

“Rather or not you want to keep living as a vampire. If you choose not to then…well.” Namjoon squirmed in his seat as he tried to find the words. “There’s no real gentle way to say it. If you choose not to… then Jin and I will make sure you feel as little pain as possible.”

“You should tell her the rest, Namjoon.” Jin spoke from beside the kitchen door.

“No, I don’t want it to sway her decision.”

“She’s already made her decisions. Unlike you, I already know what the outcome will be and we can all already feel a change in the coven.”

You shifted on Yoongi’s lap so that you could look at both Jin and Namjoon. “What is it? What do I need to know?”

Namjoon sighed, breaking the intense eye contact he was having with Jin. “If you choose to remain alive, our coven and its members will become stronger, because you won’t be just a vampire. You will be a bonded vampire.”

Your eyes widened in shock, “Bonded? With who?”

Namjoon shook his head, “I won’t tell you that or explain anything further. Not until you give me your decision.”

That was five days ago.

You and Yoongi chose to live your lives as vampires. For the past few days, you’d spent your time inside the house. The two of you were itching to go outside and be able to see what your new vampire bodies could do. But, because you were newly turned, you weren’t allowed out until you learned to control yourselves.

Yoongi sighed and looked out the window of the living room again, “How much longer?”

You rolled your eyes and turned the page of the book you were reading, “He’s only been gone a couple of hours. You know it takes him a while since he’s hunting for the three of us.”

“Has he said anything to you yet?”

“Only a few words. But according to Taehyung, he still has a lot of frustration.”

“That vampire needs to learn how to communicate better. The three of us could’ve been working on our bond if he wasn’t so stubborn.” Yoongi sighed and sat in the chair across from you.

“And you need to find a way to ease your restlessness, before you drive me insane.”

“I’m not restless.”

You closed your book, placed it beside you on the couch and looked at him, “You spend your nights pacing, waiting for him to return with a fresh supply. I, along with the other members have told you that you need to find a way to release all that energy or else it’ll be a problem when we can actually go hunt.”

Yoongi leaned forward, clasped his hands in front of him, “You find me attractive right?”

“You know the answer to that,” you replied curiously, wondering what he was thinking about.

“I think I know a way to get out some of this pent up energy we have.”

“What are you getting at?”

Yoongi stood up and slowly stalked his way toward you, “You know how, when we used to get bored while working and would sneak away to the supply room, or how sometimes when we had nothing better to do we’d end up at the other person's house?” He put your book on the coffee table and sat down beside you.

“Are you trying to tell me you want to have sex?” You asked, voice full of amusement.

“I’m saying that we should try. We knew each other's bodies pretty well while we were alive. It might be a little awkward at first because we’ve changed, but it’ll be fun to see what we are capable of now.”

Your eyes and ears scanned to see if anyone was near the house. You made sure the coast was clear before answering him. “Okay, let's try it.” you put one leg on the couch so that you could face him. “Let's take it slow. And we both need to pay attention to make sure Jimin doesn’t walk in on us.”

“We could always just ask him to join,” Yoongi quipped with a mischievous grin as he slowly leaned toward you.

You both froze when your lips brushed against each other, neither of you were expecting such a strong feeling from such a light touch. You took your time sitting there and exploring each other's fully clothed bodies. Every intimate touch felt orgasmic and it made you both wonder what an actual orgasm as a vampire would feel like.

After what felt like an eternity you grabbed the back of Yoongi’s neck, pulling his lips to yours. Your body's reaction was stronger than either one of you ever expected. The two of you became lost in each other as you kissed, nipped and let your hands explore further than they’d done before.

Yoongi, irritated with your shirt, used his strength to tear it off of your chest. You laid back on the armrest, arched your back and softly cursed at the feeling of his soft tongue circling around your nipple. The two of you were in a field of ecstasy and you knew if you didn’t pace yourselves you’d both cum way before you wanted to.

The second your hip began to move, rubbing your covered core against Yoongi’s abs, you felt a hand gently tilt your head back.

“Easy, love,” Jimin whispered in your ear, “or you’ll finish before the fun even starts.”

You couldn’t speak. You laid there panting and looked down at Yoongi who was still exploring your torso with his hands and mouth. Yoongi’s eyes landed on Jimin and then back at you with a smirk as he kissed, nipped and sucked his way to your panty line.

“Just fucking rip them off,” you said breathlessly.

The feeling of Jimin’s hands on your chest as Yoongi tossed your underwear to the side and kissed his way up your inner thigh made your eyes roll back when the most intense feeling of pleasure you’d ever felt spread throughout your body.

“Make her cum, Yoongi,” Jimin’s breath fanned across your neck as he spoke. “Don’t hold back. I want her to feel what it’s like to be fucked as a vampire.”

Your body was about to explode with the mixture of pleasure and pain that flooded your senses. Yoongi didn’t hesitate and quickly began his attack on your womanhood with his mouth. While at the same time Jimin attached his mouth to your neck, the feeling of his extended fangs breaking your skin before he began to gently suck was its own thrill.

You came harder than you ever had, screaming and cursing both of their names. You could hear the fabric of the couch begin to tear as your nails dug into it. 

You opened your eyes the second Jimin’s fangs left your neck. Before you could catch your breath, he used his strength and speed to position you on all fours the moment Yoongi moved away to sit on the arm of the sofa.

You took Yoongi’s stiff cock in your mouth while Jimin adjusted your legs on the couch. You let out a muffled moan when Jimin’s hand smacked one of your ass cheeks before he slammed his cock inside of you.

Pleasure coursed through your body along with theirs as you took both men at the same time. Using Jimin’s movements to your advantage, the harder and faster his thrusts became, the harder and faster your mouth moved over Yoongi’s cock.

“Fuck, I’m getting close,” Yoongi hissed and moved your hair so that he could see you better. “God, Y/N.”

Jimin, not too far from his own orgasm, reached one hand under you to rub your clit before picking up his pace.

You were the first to cum with the men quickly following.

Once again before either of you could recover, your positions were switched. Your body wanted more. It needed more.

This time it was just you and Jimin on the couch. Yoongi moved over to the chair he was sitting in earlier. He stroked himself and watched you both as you chased your highs again.

The house filled with your moans and pleas while Jimin thrusted into you as hard and fast as he could. At some point you put your hands on the arm of the couch behind your head to use  as leverage. When that broke under the pressure, Jimin scooped you up in his arms and laid you across the coffee table.

You turned your head to the side and watched Yoongi, sitting on the edge of his seat, biting his lip and stroking himself at the same pace as Jimin moved. His knuckles whitened and his breathing quickened as you let one of your hands roam his bare chest.

Jimin's hand gently touched your cheeks and turned your attention back to him. “Don’t you ever die on me again. You hear me,” he said, not slowing his pace. “You are ours!” He looked at Yoongi before continuing. “You are both of ours.” He then motioned for Yoongi to get closer. “We are going to mark you so that everyone knows who you belong to.” 

A new feeling of excitement took over your body as you nodded in understanding.

You replaced the hand Yoongi was using to pleasure himself with your own, allowing both men to have a hand free to roam your body. Both of their mouths moved to your neck. You moaned at the feeling of their mouths.

The second the pleasure inside your bodies came to its breaking point the two of them sank their fang into your neck, marking you as theirs.The feeling of the connection coming alive left the three of you speechless for a few moments as you laid there.

“Just so we are clear,” Jimin whispered breathlessly in the crook of your neck. “You know what we just did right?”

“Yes,” you answered, allowing your eyes to flutter closed as the comfort of being near both men took over. “I now wear the markings of our bond.”

The three of you moved to the floor where you laid and just enjoyed the feeling of being close to each other.

“Come on you two.” Yoongi said, standing up with a stretch after almost an hour. “I’m hungry.”

You opened your eyes when you felt Jimin’s weight leave your body, “I think I worked up a small appetite.” You grabbed the hand Jimin offered, helping you up.

“If your appetite is only small, then we can keep going to work up a bigger one,” he smirked.

“Jimin, our bodies aren’t as used to this as your’s. How about we slowly work up to the all-nighters,” Yoongi retorted, wrapping the throw blanket from the back of the couch around you.

Jimin sighed and rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

[wiypt-writes]

Rawhide

Ch9. Infinity On High

Episode Summary: Your heat is over, but your bonding has left you and Steve with far more than you could have ever have imagined.

Episode Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut

Episode Pairings:  Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Reader.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

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Chapter 8

When you woke the next morning, you found yourself to be alone. Giving yourself a moment, you stretched out your tired and achy limbs before you sat up and cracked your neck from side to side.

That had been an intense forty-eight hours. Your heat had coursed through your body in a way you had never felt before, and Steve…well, he’d done everything an alpha could. He’d seen to your needs, taken care of you, helped you bathe as you reached the lull following your final climax.

Then he’d bonded with you, but only when you’d asked him to. How he had resisted the urge to do so when you’d been in the middle of your heat addled fuck fest was beyond you. You’d offered him your neck, you’d preened, you’d been simply pliant yet he hadn’t marked you that way until you’d both laid exhausted and spent in the tub after.

Your fingers traced the outline of your bond, following the raised line of flesh through its intricate loops and you blinked as you heard Steve, but not in the normal sense of the word. Like, his voice was directly inside your head.

“She’s awake.”

“Yes, Alpha, I am.”

Your mouth dropped open and you heard his feet heading back up the stairs. A moment or so later he appeared in the door, his eyes wide.

“Did…” he trailed off and you nodded, swallowing.

“Yeah…”

“Okay, this…this is weird…I heard you but…”

“I didn’t hear you.” You finished for him, taking a deep breath, “I don’t understand!”

“It has to be the bond,” Steve sat on the edge of the bed beside you, his hand rubbing his beard as he pondered for a moment, before his face softened and he reached out to gently cup your cheek. “Are you okay?”

You blinked as once again your fingers pressed to your mark.

“Shit, she’s scared…”

“No, I’m not.”

Both of you looked at one another and whilst you couldn’t see your face you were damned sure it was arranged in the same expression of surprise and confusion that Steve’s was. This was something else, you weren’t simply sensing what he was thinking, you could physically hear it in your own damned head.

“Well, this is gonna be awkward.” Steve spoke aloud a moment later, and you laughed, shaking your head.

“You mean when I can hear your inner most, darkest secrets?”

“Something like that,” his eyes flashed with humour, and then he pondered on something for a moment. “I can’t hear you now.”

“No, I can’t hear you either.”

“What were you doing when you did it the first time?”

“Nothing, I’d just woken up, I was thinking back to last night and I just, I just touched my mark and…”

Steve’s mouth fell into a little 'o' of surprise and he let go of your face. His large fingers pressed to his own mark, where you’d bonded him right back the night before and you gasped.

“Now?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, so all we got to do then is make sure neither of us is touching our mark when we don’t want the other to hear us,” Steve rolled his eyes and you gave a splutter of a laugh as he shook his head.

“I don’t understand any of this.”

“Me neither,” Steve assured you.

“Maybe Thor can help some more.”

“Maybe,” he nodded, and then his face lit up as he had a sudden idea. “You know, Stark has a huge research facility. I know you’re good at that type of thing, you could always head over there today and see if there’s anything buried in any of the history archives.”

“What about the ranch work? I said I’d check the couple of longhorns that still have the bad feet and then there’s that one that’s looking a little skinny that we think-”

“Doll, you’re gonna be in no state to do anything too physical today, you need to give yourself time,” his hand softly brushed your hair off your face, “plus, we’ve managed without you before, we’ll be fine. I can call Banner and then you can talk to him and make sure you’re both up to speed.”

You blinked and then shrugged. “Okay.”

“But that’s only if you want to.” Steve added quickly, “if you don’t you can always stay here and-“

“Would he let me bring anything I find back here, and then I can look at it properly, in my own time?”

“Yeah, of course he would. If you ask him he’ll probably give you remote access to his servers.”

“Okay, then I’d rather do it that way.”

“Whatever you want. I’ll call him, set it up and then we can drive down there later. But first, you need to eat.”

You nodded eagerly, “I am kinda hungry.”

“Good, because I think I vastly overestimated how much bacon and eggs we might need.”

You chuckled, “looks like Commando is getting a nice breakfast treat.”

Steve smiled, kissing your head before he stood up. “Take your time.”

You watched him leave before you cracked your neck and rose from the bed. Once you’d freshened up, you dressed casually in a pair of denims and one of your customary short sleeved button downs and headed down the stairs, a little slowly as your muscles still ached. As Steve turned to face you, he caught your little grimace as you stepped off the bottom stairs and he sighed, shaking his head.

“Don’t,” you looked at him sternly, “I’m fine, just a little stiff.”

No more was said about the issue, and together you ate breakfast, Steve calling Tony as you did. After a little gleeful teasing about the pair of you finally surfacing again, he became a little more serious as Steve explained that you wanted to use his library and his research facilities. He agreed without hesitation and told you both to call in later that afternoon, and he’d have a laptop ready and waiting so you could access everything from the comfort of your own home, plus he’d arrange for you to have your own pass so that you could come and go as you pleased in and out of Stark Tower.

Despite Steve’s protests, you insisted that you wanted to at least tend to Quin, so when the pair of you had finished eating, you both made your way towards the barn as the early morning sun was burning off the last of the mist. Bucky, Sam, Clint and Peter were already milling around, preparing to separate the cows that needed treatment from the rest of the herd that would be driven back off the ranch and to the side of the hill where they would spend the next few months.

Your hand in Steve’s, you took a deep breath as Bucky turned to face you. You hadn’t seen him since his outburst a few days ago and as he turned to look at you, you flashed him a little smile.

“Hey,”

“Hi,” he replied, his hand running through his hair, “you err, you both good?”

You glanced at Steve who gave Bucky a nod, “we’re fine, Buck.”

The two men remained locked in a stare but you were pleased to find no sense of anger or animosity radiating from Steve, instead he was utterly calm. Bucky nodded, and then jerked his head towards you.

“Can I...”

“Ask her,” Steve shrugged, “she’s her own person.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and then turned to you, “can we take five? I’d like to talk to you.”

“Erm, sure.”

Steve dropped a kiss to your temple before he gave Bucky a warning look, and headed into the barn shouting at Sam and Pete to stop fooling around with the hay bales. Bucky gestured with his hand and you took his lead, falling into step beside him as he walked a little round the paddock away from the barn.

“I wanted to apologise,” he took a deep breath, “my behaviour was unacceptable and I shouldn’t have made you feel as uncomfortable as you did. A breakthrough heat isn’t anything you can prevent or manage, and I shouldn’t have blamed you as if it is.”

“It’s okay, no harm done.” You assured him. “I err, maybe I should have been more careful. I didn’t spot the signs, it was-“

“It was not your fault.” Bucky shook his head. “Breakthroughs only occur when you meet a mate, so to speak, and the chemistry basically overrules your suppressants. I doubt even your first ever heat will have been as intense as the one you just had.”

“I don’t remember it ever being as intense as it was,” you shrugged. “But then again, that all feels like a lifetime ago. In some ways, it was. I feel incredibly stupid though, I was so naive. I just thought that by chucking suppressants down my throat, it would keep it all at bay until, well, until we were ready…”

“And that probably would have worked was it not for Steve. You and him, you share an incredible bond, one that we had all noticed. And now we know why.” He gestured to the mark on your neck, and automatically your hand flew to it.

“Doll?”

“Shit, sorry, I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

Your hand moved away and Bucky cocked his head to the side. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I mean…it’s really strange, but…well, when I touch my mark, Steve can hear me. My thoughts, and me his…I can’t explain it.”

“There’s a lot of things on this planet you can’t explain.” Bucky shrugged, “I mean, I’d heard of Soul Bonds before, but they were always just this mythical thing that apparently existed but no one had ever seen, bit like the Loch Ness Monster. But now, well, there’s one right here.”

You gave a shy, little smile as Bucky chuckled.

“The good news is, with you physically bonded, I don’t think I’ll be as susceptible to you next time. I’ve always struggled with that side of things, the control aspect. It never used to be that way. But after the war, my injuries and head trauma…” he sighed, and let out a deep breath. “Well, it changed me. I can’t shut myself off, not the way Steve, Tony and Natasha can. It’s like there’s this switch inside my head, that just flicks, and I’m powerless to turn it off.”

At that you watched as he flexed his metal arm.

“It must have been hard, coming round after so long, being on your own in the hills.” You looked at him, your empath nature in overdrive and Bucky smiled, sadly.

“I still have no idea what happened. That entire time was a complete blank until Sam bit me again and brought me round. I’ve tried to move on, and for the most I can but, well, not having the answers doesn’t sit well with me.”

“I can’t imagine what it was like for you, for any of you.” You shook your head. “I was sitting pretty in Fort Worth, it didn't even touch me from a personal point of view. Not that I’m particularly proud of that.”

“You were an omega, living in a Red State.” Bucky shook his head, “there was nothing you could have done even if you wanted to.”

“But I didn’t want to, not then. I was too comfortable. Despite me not agreeing with Hydra, it was easier just to…”

“Keep your head down and carry on, yeah I get that.” Bucky shrugged. “But we all change, Y/N. We all hit that point in our lives where we realise that we can’t keep going the way we are, hiding from the very things that make us uncomfortable. Your turning point was when you came here and you decided to stay, and look at you now. You’re strong, you’re working here in a capacity that, well frankly, is beyond useful with your veterinary skills and your ability to keep us all organised and calm…you should give yourself more credit.”

You blushed a little at his compliment, and Bucky gave you a small smile. Your conversation at a natural end, Bucky simply nodded, before he hesitated and moved to give you a quick hug. “Thank you, for being so understanding.”

“I’m an omega,” you quipped as Bucky stepped back, giving a bark of a laugh, “It’s what we do.”

Together you made your way back to the barn, the rest of the team now saddling up their horses. Commando gave a bark and ran towards you, and you paused to pet him as Steve strode over.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I didn’t mean to touch my mark before,” you looked at him, before your eyes watched Bucky as he took a quick kiss from Sam. “We’re good.”

Steve nodded. “Okay, well I need to help the guys with this drive…”

“I wanna come.”

“Not an option.” Steve shook his head, “you need to take it easy. Don’t make me Alpha Command you.”

You rolled your eyes and he chuckled. “You can fill the hay bars if you like whilst we’re gone and then Banner should be here in about twenty. You can help him, you’ve been treating the cows for the last few months so he’ll want to know what’s what.”

“Okay.” You were slightly disgruntled, and your tone came across as a little petulant, but Steve’s eyes simply shone in amusement.

“Don’t be so moody,” he laughed, “this is only for a couple of days. Just until I know you’re rested.”

“Fine, but I’m not happy about it.”

“I don’t need you to be happy about it, just to listen to me and do as you’re told.”

“Piss off before I punch you in the face.”

At that, Steve really did laugh. His head tipped back, his hand flew to his chest as he roared. You arched your brow as he looked back at you, his right hand curling around your hip.

“I love you.” He said gently, dropping his head to kiss you, before his nose slid over your fresh mark and you shivered.

“Love you too.” You replied, mimicking his action before he smiled, and turned back to get Star ready.

*****

A few hours later you sat in Stark’s, frankly, huge library, whilst Steve was somewhere else in the building with Tony, no doubt discussing Hydra. It made you shiver really, when you thought about it. Their silence, if you will, ever since Erskine’s death was unnerving and you knew from a few conversations that you’d been party to, it was worrying the others as well.

But, for now, you didn’t want to concentrate on that. You wanted to understand as much about the bond that you and Steve shared as possible. You didn’t really know where to start, so you opted for a catalogue search for “Soul Bond” and then retrieved the corresponding books and set about reading.

You didn’t discover anything new, not really. Although you did learn with interest that the last reported signs of a Soul Bond had been a few generations back on Thor’s family tree, his father’s great-uncle, if your deductions were right. You noted this down, thinking it might be of interest to him and then snapped that book shut before you pushed it to one side and reached for the second.

You scanned the pages, found the relevant section and began to read. This one was a little challenging to decipher, as frankly it was ancient. It struck you that it was probably worth a fair packet as well, being so old. But then again, wasn’t everything Stark owned?

Your eyes and head were beginning to hurt, you’d been in there for hours. But just as you were about to call it quits, you found a paragraph that made you stop. You frowned a little, leaning towards the small, faded text. It was an extract from almost a hundred years ago, a study on an Alpha and Omega that shared a Soul Bond…

The bonding process mingles the blood and DNA of the two bonded recipients, but a Soul Bond appears to transgress the normal boundaries of a Pure Bond.  Not only do the subjects share a seeming ability to be able to talk to one another using nothing but their mind, through experimentation and study it appears the Alpha subject has an ability to empathise, feel, and read people, in the way an Omega normally can. He also seemed far more susceptible to other people’s emotions.

However, this had already been noted in this particular Alpha prior to bonding. And whilst it is unusual for Alphas to possess such sensitive traits, is not unheard of.

You rolled your eyes, this was such an old cliché, that alpha’s were hard, unable to show softer emotions. In reality, they were simply afraid to show those sides, because it was seen as a weakness. Exactly the type of bullshit Hydra promoted.

In contrast, his Omega seemingly possessed an ability to fight with stamina and force far beyond that which she had previously. She was also less susceptible to Alpha Commands, needing far less strength to refuse even those of her own Alpha. Furthermore, she also seemed to harbour the ability to shield her mind from those who were not her Alpha, something which has for many centuries been believed to be an Alpha only ability.

Okay, now that was interesting…

In conclusion, whilst the Soul Bond’s physical effects on the Alpha were inconclusive, the Omega’s enhanced abilities are seemingly attributed to the mingling of her DNA with that of her Alpha’s. This has never been observed before so, logically, one could surmise this is due to the fact the two test subjects share a tie deeper than that of a normal Pure Bond. There is no rational explanation for this, and until more Soul Bonds are observed, this remains a mere hypothesis.

You let out a loud exhale as you leaned back in your chair. Could that be true? Could you have taken some of Steve’s attributes on? You certainly felt no different, but then again, you had only been bonded since the previous night. And you hadn’t had any chance to find out. Nor would you for a few days, until Steve deemed you strong enough to resume your training.

Still, it was something to think about and bear in mind.

You shut the book, rubbed at your temples. You weren’t sure how that made you feel. Whilst comforted that the seemingly telepathic tie the pair of you both shared wasn’t something completely unheard of, you still had so many unanswered questions. But, as you turned this over in your brain you found yourself pausing to contemplate Bucky’s earlier words

“There’s a lot of things on this planet you can’t explain.”

Clearing your throat, you pulled out your phone and dialled Steve. He answered after the first ring.

“Doll? You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m done for the day, just wanted to see where you were.”

“In Stark’s office, come on up.”

“Okay, erm, I have a book here, can you ask him if it's okay if I take it? It’s quite an old one so it's probably valuable.”

There was a pause as Steve relayed your message to Tony who you heard give a loud chuckle.

“Take what you want, Y/N.” Stark replied and then you heard Steve.

“You get that?”

“Yeah, so, I’ll just come find you?”

“Take the elevator to the 5th Floor. It opens directly into his office.”

“Okay, see you in a minute.”

You gathered your things, taking care to place the book gently in your bag before you slung it over your shoulder. Grabbing your phone and jacket, you headed out of the library and to the elevator at the end of the hall. You pressed the call button, your eyes watching the numbers over the doors as they counted down from ten, stopping at seven, which was your floor.

The doors opened, to reveal two women.

“Oh, hi Y/N!” Pepper's face smiled at you.

“Hi.” You smiled back as she walked out of the elevator. “I was just on my way to meet Steve.”

You saw her eyes flick to your mark and then her brows raised. You swallowed and watched as Pepper turned her attention to your face.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” She apologised and you gave her a small smile.

“I suppose I should get used to it, huh?”

“Well, it’s certainly unusual.” Pepper looked at you, and you felt her calming aura and you relaxed a little.

The other woman, a Beta from what you could sense, shifted a little and your eyes turned to her just in time to see hers flick to your face from your neck. She gave you a smile.

“Oh, god, where are my manners?” Pepper rolled her eyes. “Y/N, this is Christine. She’s a reporter for the Stark Wood Gazette.”

“Nice to meet you,” you shook her hand politely, the calming sense a Beta normally possessed washed over you even more and you relaxed further.

“Well, we best be going. I told Tony to invite you and Steve for dinner at the weekend but he always forgets so, let me know if you fancy it.” Pepper stepped around you and you nodded.

“Sounds great, I’ll call.”

She gave you another smile, and you headed into the elevator, selecting the fifth floor. After a short ride down, the doors opened to reveal Stark’s office. It was huge, spanning the entire floor of the tower and was, basically, a self-contained apartment minus the bedroom.

Steve’s head instantly whipped round and he looked at you over the back of the couch he was sat on and gave you a smile. You responded with one of your own and took a deep breath as you then looked at Tony, and then blinked as you saw Sharon Carter sat opposite them both on another couch at the other side of the large coffee table.

“Hey,” Steve beamed as you crossed the room, the Alpha pheromones from all three of them were strong, clearly they’d been having a heated discussion.

“Hi.” You replied a little shyly as he moved to stand.

“Are we done?” He looked at Sharon and she leaned back, popping a shoulder.

“Like I say, I was only relaying what Fury said.”

“Well, tell Captain Barbosa that he’s losing his touch. He used to have eyes and ears everywhere, now he’s running blind and deaf.” Tony sniffed and Steve gave a roll of his eyes as he moved round the back of the sofa towards you.

“I get what he’s trying to do, but until we know more about Hydra’s plans, he’s just gonna send a message that we’re gearing up for another war.” He looked at Sharon.

“Look, we have strong intel that Montana is a target, I think you’d be foolish not to listen, Steve. We tried the diplomatic approach, the WCS basically told Fury to deal with it himself.”

Steve glanced at Tony, who popped a shoulder. Sharon turned her eyes to you, a brow quirking as she spotted your bond, but then Tony spoke and she quickly turned back to the conversation.

“Can’t hurt to have a patrol on the border, Cap.”

Steve chewed the inside of his lip, before he gave a conceding nod. “Fine, but that’s all it is. Tell Fury he can deploy, but only round the borders. Our focus remains the same, we need to find where their base of ops is and cut them off at the head. Otherwise it will be a bloodbath.”

“Okay.” Sharon held her hands up.

With that, Steve nodded to both of them and moved towards you, gently guiding you back to the elevator.

“What’s going on?” You asked once the doors had shut and Steve sighed.

“Fury wants to deploy Shield’s army. I’m not sure it’s a good idea to be honest, but I suppose it can’t hurt to have a little protection around the State Border.”

You bit your lip and Steve’s arm curled round your waist and he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be safe.”

“I’m not worried about me, I’m worried about you.”

“Me?” Steve frowned.

“Yeah, when Rumlow finds out we’re bonded, he’s gonna take that personally.” You blinked. “He already thinks he has a claim on me, it’s…”

“I’m not scared of Rumlow.” Steve shook his head.

“But if he’s taken that Serum…”

“Look,” Steve turned to you. “He’s got to get near me first. That’s not going to be an easy job. Trust me when I say this, we’re prepared.”

“Okay.” You nodded.

“But as soon as you’re stronger, I want you to pick up your training again with Nat and Sam.”

Again, you nodded, and Steve’s arm moved from round you, lacing his fingers with yours.

“You wanna get lunch on the way home?”

You blinked, momentarily stunned at how he could be so normal given what you’d been discussing literally ten seconds or so ago, but as you looked at him, he gave you a small smile. You realised that there was nothing else you could do, but carry on with life. There was no point or anything to be gained by merely sitting around, waiting for the worst to happen.

“Sure.” you nodded, and he beamed, dropping a kiss to your lips.

******

“Well, Rogers has done it. He’s bonded to her.”

Rumlow leaned back in his chair, his eyes flicking to Bryce who was lounging in the chair at the other side of his desk.

“Huh, turns out he does have a pair of balls after all.”

“And there’s more.”

“Like what?” Bryce asked.

“It’s a Soul Bond.”

At that Rumlow scoffed, “they don’t exist.”

“I can assure you they do, seen it with my own eyes.” The voice on the phone said, before continuing with a hint of amusement, “you’re never gonna be able to bond her.”

“Bullshit, when I take that serum, I’ll be far more powerful than he is. I’ll rip him limb from limb.”

“You’re not listening, a Soul Bond transgresses death…”

“Again, bullshit. I don’t believe any of that.”

“Fine, whatever.”

“Even if it is true, what does it matter?” Bryce spoke. “You don’t need to bond with her. You can still use her, and she can live her life out knowing that you killed both her mates. It’ll teach her a lesson for disgracing the family name. She should have just given in once we’d gotten rid of Shea, known her place.”

“Ah, so this is all to do with your pride.” A chuckle came from the speakerphone. “You’re both pissed that a powerless Omega gave you the slip and has continued to do so for two years.”

Bryce let out a little snarl and Rumlow mimicked him as he spoke again.

“She was mine by right. The fact she’s now bonded to Rogers, well, it’s just gonna make this all the more sweet. And I’ll make sure to tell him exactly how his precious Omega is going to be used for the rest of her life, just before I rip his throat out.”

“Whatever. So, what’s the plan then?”

“Nothing has changed. The troops are ready. We mobilise tomorrow.”

“Well, you were right about one thing. When we leaked that intel it worked, Fury is doing the same, deploying to the borders of Montana.”

“Good, whilst they’re distracted with that fight, we move in. You just stick close to them like you’re doing, you’ll be rewarded when all this is over.”

“You’re the boss. Heil Hydra.”

“Heil Hydra.”

The line went dead and Rumlow glanced at Bryce who was looking at a spot on the wall. Rumlow smirked and stood up, heading towards the wet bar at the corner of the room.

“You err, you don’t believe all that Soul Bond stuff then?” Bryce spoke and Rumlow scoffed.

“Nope.” He poured a large measure of scotch into two tumblers. “I deal in science, things we have physical proof of, not fairy tales. That’s Shield’s bag. It’s why they’re weak.” When Bryce didn’t respond, Rumlow picked up both glasses and turned to him, holding one out to the younger man. “Don’t get soft on me, Langley.”

Bryce scoffed, taking the glass. “I told you, the minute she disgraced our family she was dead to me. I don’t care what you do to her.” He tossed the scotch back in one and turned his cold eyes on Rumlow, a snarl curling his lips up at the side. “My dad died with the shame of an Omega getting one over on us. Time to teach her some manners.”

**** Chapter 10

[sluttyten]

for writing prompt Mark 4,25,43 🙂

mark lee + “shh, it’s okay, go back to sleep. daddy just needs you right now.” + “shit, i forgot just how tight you are.” + playing with you in your sleep.

cw // consensual somnophilia

Mark couldn't believe how sweet you looked while you were sleeping. So very innocent and very tempting.

You were asleep by the time he got home, passed out on your stomach on top of the sheets with your phone still held in one hand and a video playing quiet on the screen. You were wearing Mark's hoodie over just a pair of panties. The hoodie had risen up as you slept, exposing your ass.

Mark crawled slowly onto the bed, not wanting to wake you up.

Normally he would just carefully take the phone from your hand, plug it in for you and leave it on the bedside table. He might pull a blanket up to cover you, and then he'd settle in beside you and fall asleep immediately.

But looking at you now like this after he's already been feeling pretty worked up all day, Mark can't help but touch you. He knows he's been neglecting you and your needs lately, as well as neglecting his own. It's been weeks since you had sex, and now as he looks at the supple shape of your ass and the pretty pink of your panties, Mark feels the ache in his balls.

He needs you.

You've talked about this before with him. Letting him touch you and use you while you sleep. Mark's your daddy, and you'll do anything to please him.

Your body is reactive to him even while you're asleep. When Mark touches your thigh, your legs spread apart for him, and when he massages your ass, leaves a kiss on the backs of your thighs, and finally he presses a light kiss right over the heat of you through your panties.

You sigh in your sleep, shifting your hips slightly.

When Mark moves to kneel between your legs, wanting to get down on his belly to get comfortable, your body moves accommodatingly; one leg sliding up the mattress, knee bent as you draw it towards your torso, opening up plenty of space for Mark.

It's easy then for him to slide the middle of your panties away, to reveal your pussy to him.

Mark licks his lips. He loves the taste of you, his sweet baby girl always eager to feel his lips on any and every part of you. Even now as you're asleep, your body reacts to him touching you like this, your pussy glistening with new arousal. He wants desperately to eat you out, but more than that -- his cock gives a sharp, almost painful throb where it's trapped in his pants, pinned between his body and the bed -- he wants to feel you tightly wrapped around him.

He climbs off the bed for a moment, taking care to take your phone from your hand and plug it in to charge before he quietly digs through the drawer of the bedside table to locate the lube.

He's not feeling so patient tonight. The need for you came on suddenly but strongly. There have been nights in the past when Mark's taken ages touching you while you're asleep, working you up into dreams of frenzy, getting you to cum first on his fingers or tongue before you're wet enough for him to fuck you. But he can't wait that long tonight.

A sleepy noise leaves your lips and your hips shift, legs twitching gently when Mark eases two of his lubed fingers against your entrance. A soft sigh becomes a moan as he works his fingers inside you, spreading the lube and doing his best to stretch you for his cock.

You’re not awake, but a moan breaks through you, just a quiet one, half buried in your pillow, but Mark smiles to himself, pleased that he can make you feel so good when you’re not even aware really of what he’s doing.

He continues fingering you, liberally using lube, curling his fingers against your walls, and occasionally leaving biting kisses on your ass. It’s during one of these kisses when his tongue strays out, perhaps a little too wildly, flicking your asshole, and you gasp.

This time your body twitches and then Mark feels your pussy clamp down around his fingers, and you sleepy start to twist around, attempting to close your legs and roll over and see what’s going on.

Mark sits up, still stroking your pussy with one hand and with the other he reaches up for your hand. “Shh, it’s okay,” Mark whispers to you, “go back to sleep. Daddy just needs you right now.”

You blink, lacing your fingers through his automatically. Slowly your gaze lowers to his forearm that flexes as he fingers you, and your eyes close, your head dropping back to your pillow. “Okay, Daddy.”

Mark smiles, and he brings your joined hands to his lips, brushing a kiss across your knuckles. “Good girl.”

He leaves your hands entwined and resting on the mattress. Your body relaxes entirely, but Mark can see you’re still awake, eyes cracked open to watch him through your eyelashes, and fuck he likes that, the docile way you’re playing along for him.

You lift your hips needy when Mark leaves you without his fingers, but then there’s the sound of him unzipping his jeans, the movement in the dark of him pulling his erection free from the confines of his pants. He pumps a hand over himself, adding a bit of lube to ease the way, and then there he is, finally filling you up after weeks.

He’s not the only one that’s been in need.

“Shit, baby girl,” Mark groans, “I forgot just how tight you are.”

It’s been too long since he fucked you, to have forgotten how snugly and perfectly your pussy wraps around his cock. Even when he fingers you thoroughly beforehand you always feel tight around him, and it’s perfect, especially right now with the lube helping with the glide as you lift your hips off the bed and Mark thrust into you.

Both of his hands fly to your hips, clutching tight, holding your hips up where he wants them, and you play along like you’re still asleep like you know daddy wants to pretend you are. You keep your head in the pillows, eyes almost fully closed but your head tilted just right so you can see Mark’s face through your eyelashes. You hold your body limply, letting Mark take this however he likes.

You like having him like this, raw and needy, Mark’s attraction to you overwhelming him so much that he can’t even find the time to wake you before he has to have you. You love knowing that you’re his sweet baby girl and that your daddy wants you so badly.

It’s no time at all before Mark’s truly fucking you, hips and thighs slapping against your skin as he races toward his orgasm, fucking you at a bruising pace, swears spilling from his lips under his breaths with several praises mixed in.

When Mark cums, he’s halfway pulled out, so most of his load paints your pussy lips and the stretched to the side fabric of your panties, but some of his load did end up inside you, and you feel it dripping out of you as you clench around nothing now, your body left hanging without an orgasm, craving to have Mark back inside you.

But Mark leaves the bed between your legs. He kicks his jeans off, tugs his shirt over his head, and rolls down to his spot beside you. You know he’s about to fall asleep, and normally you would also be asleep at this point when he fucks you while you’re sleeping so it wouldn’t then bother you that you didn’t get to cum. But you’re awake, and though Mark has denied you orgasms before, you were a good girl for him just now. You think you deserve it.

“Daddy,” you sigh, turning over, sliding closer to him, wrapping your hands around his arm and tugging lightly. “Daddy, I had such a good dream. You were touching me, making me feel so good.” One hand slides down his arm to his wrist, to his hand, and you try to guide Mark’s hand between your legs. You just need him to finish you off, even if it’s just his fingers.

Mark stares at you from under heavy eyelids. “A good dream, baby? And you didn’t cum?”

“No, sir.” You sink a little closer to him, once more trying to guide his hand between your legs. “It was such a good dream though, and I was almost there, daddy. But then it ended. I want more of you, I need more.”

Mark gazed at you until you feel like maybe you should just turn back over and fall asleep, forget about cumming tonight.

But then Mark’s hand moves, slotting in between your thighs. His fingers slide through the sticky mess of cum, fingers enter you with absolute ease, and he buries three of his fingers as deep as he can. From the outside Mark rubs his palm against your clit, and inside you he massages his fingers against your G spot, working at both centers of your pleasure until your legs are quivering, your pussy dripping like a waterfall.

Your body is pressed as close to Mark’s as you can get, one leg now thrown over his hip so you can be closer, can grind your clit down against his palm better. The double-sided stimulation is enough to carry you quickly over the edge of orgasm. The feeling so intense that you can feel yourself squirting around Mark’s fingers, and the aftershocks of your orgasm have you shaking in his arms until he eventually removes his hand to instead strike your thigh.

He kisses your forehead. “Was that good, baby?”

“Yes, daddy. So good.”

Mark smiles and pets your head gently. “Good girl. Now go back to sleep.”

You nod and without moving even a centimeter from where you’re comfortably tucked into Mark, you close your eyes, and within moments you’re asleep.

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tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): dubcon, expicit n*fw, brainwashing/conditioning, mindbreak, bimbofication, mental aphrodisiac, exhibitionism mentions, uh implied sexual slavery(there's a cage at the end??), corporate!setting, fem!reader with inner genitals,

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The movies always get it wrong.

Kuroo thinks it’s hilarious how far off the mark they can be, honestly. He’s seen countless renditions of what people think mind control is like, and it’s always so corny and contrived - it’s not like he forces anyone to do things they don’t actually want to. He just… makes suggestions.

Nobody actually knows where their own thoughts come from, do they? So it’s almost too easy to place a suggestion or two in the back of someone's mind and pass it off as their own idea.

Most of the time, people are all too happy to comply with these suggestions.

And Kuroo’s more or less content with the free drinks he receives, the frequent raises his boss dishes out, and the one-night stands he easily gets as a perk of his little power. He really does enjoy the gifts other people seem to drop into his lap and the temporary flings he always finds himself in.

But he’s bored.

He wants more. He’s had enough of the short-lived gratification every time he persuades another pretty girl to come home with him.

So when he sees you walk by his office window, with your head always ducked low and your modest outfits all prim and put-together, it’s out of a passing curiosity - just a whim - that he starts his experiment. He wants to know just how far he can go in suggesting ideas and replacing thoughts, just how deep he can reach, and you’re perfect. You’re an unassuming and quiet coworker, you don’t attract attention, and he can tell that you’re one of those good girls just from the way you flush and avert your gaze when he talks to you.

Besides, he’s always wondered what your ass would look like in tighter skirts. Or, alternatively, with no clothes on at all.

Kuroo decides to make a project out of you.

As the days pass, he makes sure to time his coffee breaks so they sync up perfectly with yours. He makes sure not to do anything too overt, though - he doesn’t make you give him your number right off the bat, or ask you out immediately, or even drop any compliments. He wants to play it a little more subtle this time.

You find that you can’t help but take note of him, partly due to his constant presence, but also because you just can’t seem to tear your eyes away. Suddenly, there’s an insistent urge in the back of your mind constantly telling you where to direct your gaze, a little voice that whispers out how good his collarbones look, or how his back muscles ripple out under his shirt when he stretches. Your eyes seem drawn to his - and every time you make eye contact, you start flushing furiously, a tingling warmth spreading down your spine and into your cunt.

When you pass by his office, all he has to do is flash a cheeky grin, wink, and just like that, your panties are fucking soaked. You don’t know why you’re no longer able to control yourself around him, but it must be natural, right? It’s normal to have a relationship with a coworker go from completely platonic to you fantasizing about him stuffing your cunt full, right?

If he’s going to be honest, Kuroo likes seeing how horny he can make you every time he’s close by. He likes the way your face heats up, the way that cute body of yours seems to tense up, the way you cross your legs a little bit tighter when he walks by.

It’s not hard to make up fantasies to put in your mind, either - Kuroo thinks about you nearly all the time, after all. So when he finds himself drifting off in his office, thinking of the way you’d moan and scream and mark up his back if he were to pound you into the mattress, or maybe of how your pretty face would look dripping with his cum as he grips your hair and fucks your face, he doesn’t mind sharing them with you. And the look on your face when he does - oh, baby, it’s so precious.

You must be barely more than a virgin with how absolutely ashamed you act.

And slowly, of course, your wardrobe begins to change. When you find yourself at the mall, you’re no longer looking for conservative sweaters and cardigans that disguise the shape of your body. Maybe you’ve just lost interest in that style, especially with the way you find yourself drawn to the more… vivacious section. Now, you find it empowering to sift through racks of the tightest skirts, of v-neck blouses that give away your cleavage whenever you lean over.

When you show up at work, legs clad in tight stockings and your breasts pushed tight up against your shirt, you feel almost proud when Kuroo sees the way you’re dressed. In fact, when you find your gaze drawn to his, looking into his dark pupils blown wide with arousal, you feel that intense, throbbing heat in your cunt flare up again.

You feel good. You feel happy. You dress this way because you want to.

And when he finally asks you out to dinner, it’s easy - almost second nature - for you to say yes. Why would you ever want to say no when you’ve been so fixated on him for the past few weeks, when your mind has been filled with the dirtiest, unspeakable thoughts, when you’re so undeniably attracted to him?

On that date, you can barely think straight.

You’re just so fucking turned on the entire time, aren’t you? You can’t stop thinking about the way his cock would feel dragging up against your tight, wet, heat, about how his fingers would feel methodically taking you apart, how the flat of his tongue would feel flicking up across your clit.

You don’t care about the food. You barely even notice how much the bill for the dinner comes to. All you can think about is him.

Kuroo finds it almost endearing how tightly you cling onto his side during the taxi ride to your place. He can feel how warm you are, your shallow breaths puffing in and out, the way you tremble when he brings a thumb up to caress your cheek.

His experiment was so fucking worth it. You’re putty in his hands, a little plaything he can mold and shape to his liking.

That night, you are very much to his liking.

You pull him out of the taxi, whispering into his ear how much you’d like to show him around, but he isn’t fooled. You’ve invited him up not because you want to give a tour of your living area, but because you need him, because you don’t really have a choice with the way he’s been conditioning you for the past few weeks.

Barely five minutes have passed before you drag him to your bedroom, stripping off every useless item of clothing off. “Please,” you whimper. “Fuck me. Please. Please. I want it so bad.”

He knows you’re telling the truth, and as he grasps your thighs with his large hands and spreads you until you’re open and dripping, he’s only too happy to oblige.

Sucking gentle kisses along the crook of your neck, he bites at your soft flesh, running his tongue up along your pulse point until you shiver. He reaches down, trailing his hand over your chest and tummy until he arrives at your clit, and rubs slow, feather-light circles that leave you squirming and shaking, bucking into thin air until he grabs your hips and holds them down firmly in place.

He knows you want more. He can tell by the way your puffy clit pulses, swollen and tender, and the way you mewl whenever his fingers brush against your entrance.

“More,” you whisper, eyes wide and pleading. “I need more. Please.”

His cock twitches at the ragged desperation in your voice, and he almost wants to draw it out for a bit longer. You make such a pretty picture - he wants to run his hands through your disheveled hair, all mussed up and soft, wants to hold your face, glowing with sweat and flushed pink, wants to sear how depraved you look into his mind forever.

But who is he to deny you when you’re begging so nicely?

Weeks of pent up frustration have left you so, so sensitive - after all, your short, stubby fingers can’t reach nearly as far as his can, and the angle he’s able to hit every time he curls his fingers in a come-hither there motion isn’t something you could ever replicate. It’s so easy to make you cum when you’re desperate, and he indulges you, making you cream around his fingers as he thrusts them deeper and strokes at your walls.

And when he’s done prepping you, Kuroo finds that fucking into a needy cunt is so much better than just a willing one. Your pussy, slick and dripping wet, almost seems to suck his cock into your hole, and the lewd moan that falls from your lips as he bottoms out sends heat rushing to his core. He goes slow and careful at first - he wants you to enjoy this, after all - but your pussy feels so good, so warm and velvety, that he can’t help but speed up and ram his cock into you until you’re squealing like a bitch in heat. It might feel better without the condom he has on in the way, but that’s okay - he’ll save fucking you raw for another day.

After that night, you only grow more eager. You start doing things you never would’ve even imagined prior to his little interventions - you send him nudes from the work bathroom, slutty pictures that show off the curve of your ass and your tits covered in lace, candid shots of your lips wrapped around your fingers, sucking on them like you would his cock, even pictures of your cunt right after you’ve been touching yourself.

And just days after he’d fucked you for the first time, you find yourself at the pharmacist picking up birth control. You want to feel him cum inside you, to paint your pussy white and stuff you full until his seed is dripping out of you and dirtying the sheets.

Most of all, you want to please him. You want to make him feel good so that he’ll fuck you, offer you some sweet relief from the persistent ache in your cunt that gets particularly intense whenever he’s nearby.

You let him fuck you almost anywhere, anytime. He bends you over the sink in public bathrooms, running his fingers along your folds, or sprawls you out on his lap in his car, his cock deep in your cunt. You don't really mind if other people see the two of you - as long as he's gripping your hips tight, bruising your cervix until your skin blooms black and blue, sticky drool leaking from the corners of your mouth - he could be showing your naked cunt off in the middle of Times Square for all you care.

Kuroo can’t help but beam with pride at the way your demeanor has changed as of late. You used to blush whenever he would make eye contact with you, and now you’re begging him to get you off during rush hour on public transportation.

He likes this new version of you very much.

-

Months go by, and you find that it gets harder to focus at work. Early on, it was easy to ignore the heat curling in your stomach whenever your thoughts drifted to Kuroo, but now the artificial glare of the screen gives you a headache, and the numbers and letters on the spreadsheets all seem to meld and jumble together until you can’t tell which is which.

You don’t really care about your boss’s performance review anymore. The customers can scream all they like. The most pressing concern on your mind, the one that you just can’t stop thinking about, is the insatiable need for Kuroo to fuck you, to lift you up against the wall and bounce you on his cock like a ragdoll.

Why would anything else matter?

To be completely honest, Kuroo hadn’t anticipated this particular side effect, but he supposes it makes sense that the more thoughts he replaces, the less original ones remain. There’s no longer as much of who you were before left, and - oh, Kuroo really shouldn’t be doing this to you, should he? But he finds that he doesn’t really care, doesn’t really mind, because you look so much better in your tight skirts, so much happier being the slut he’s slowly trained you to be.

He did like you for your personality - he really did. It was nice seeing you cute and quiet, but there’s just no room left for who you were anymore.

We’re all shaped and molded by our environment, aren’t we? The people we surround ourselves with, the places we grow up and live our lives in - it just happened that for you, your environment was Kuroo, and he did the work that society probably would have done anyway - albeit a bit differently, a bit more extreme.

Of course, he’s not delusional. He knows he’s responsible for the way you are now, so when you eventually get fired, he takes you in and lets you live with him. This way, you’re safe and warm and taken care of, and in exchange, he gets easy access to your cunt whenever he wants. There’s no more need for midnight calls or texts, because his pretty little fuckdoll is always waiting for him when he comes home.

He doesn’t have a spare room, but that’s not a problem. He lets you sleep on a couch at first, but the nice, comfy cage he orders for you comes in after just a few days. After all, he doesn’t want all his hard work to go to waste, and besides - you’re content with the few amenities your new accommodations offer: food, water, air, and cock.

Kuroo often finds himself admiring your pretty face, an expectant, needy expression plastered on your features and your eyes glazed over, stuck between the dirty metal bars like a dog waiting for a treat from its owner. He can’t help but think that this is how you were always meant to be, that this is the perfect relationship that makes both of you happiest.

Considering the state you’re in, you really don’t know any better, do you?

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[eddiemunsonssoulmate]

Bruises and bitemarks say, takes one to bring the pain

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: You belong to him and he wants everyone to see it

Warnings: Smut, marking kink, possessive!JJ

Available on: AO3

Part of: Passion lies in screams of ecstasytic dreams

A/N: I was thinking about putting some smutty drabbles/shortstories together for JJ x Reader and here we go.

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“I can’t even believe you went to him! That dude is a psychopath, nothing more!”

JJ was fuming and you really didn’t understand why he was so worked up.

Rafe had been threatening the Pogues once again and you were so fed up with his behavior at this point. The two of you had been childhood friends, back when he was still a normal child, so you had hoped that he might listen to you.

He didn’t. Instead he had tried to make good use of the time you had been there with him, flirting with you, trying to win you over, fully aware that you and JJ were a thing.

Rafe hated JJ and ever since he had known that you dated the Pogue, he had tried even more to break you two apart.

“Calm down, JJ. Nothing happened,” you said almost annoyed as you tried to get past him to the Chateau. You had agreed to meet up here later with the rest of the Pogues but for now, it was just the two of you.

“You say that now! What if he would have touched you? Kidnapped you? Killed you? You know what kind of guy he is!” The anger was written on his face and for a moment you wondered if you should take his concern more seriously. Rafe was dangerous indeed, unpredictable but would he really go that far and kill you only because you didn’t want anything from him?

“Babe, it’s fine,” you say and take JJ’s face in your hands. His cheeks were hot, his hair was messy from running his hand through there too many times.

His jaw clenched and you felt it against your skin but his breathing also calmed down a little.

“I don’t want you near him,” he told you and there was possessiveness in his voice, something you didn’t hear very often because everyone knew you were his and he was yours. Sometimes a tourist tried to flirt with you at a beach party but JJ would quickly make sure that they knew where you belonged.

You clenched your legs together a little at the tone of his voice and smiled sweetly at him. His eyes darkened and he grabbed your hips, lifting you up. You instantly wrapped your legs around his waist and let him carry you toward the Chateau. 

Thankfully the others wouldn’t arrive for at least another hour.

“You’re mine,” he almost growled into your ear when he fell down on the couch with you, his hands stopping his own fall so he wouldn’t crush you in the process.

“Am I?” you asked with a teasing tone and he gritted his teeth before sinking them into the crook of your neck.

You yelped briefly at the pain shooting through your skin before his tongue started to swirl on the mark he just left, gently sucking it.

“I’m going to mark you all over. You are mine. All mine.” He sounded almost desperate and feral when he spoke those words next to your ear before moving to the other side of your neck, sinking his teeth into the skin there too.

You wrapped your arms around him, pressing him closer to you, your hips bucking against the bulge that had formed in his pants.

JJ just smirked against your neck and thrusted his hips down, pinning yours against the cushions under you.

“Stay still,” he mumbled before running a hand over your stomach, slipping it under your shirt to push it upward.

Next he bit your stomach. One, two, three times, all over the place. Leaving little bite marks. It was painful but arousing at the same time. 

You really didn’t know what to do with your hands. Sometimes they were wrapped around him, sometimes in his hair but every time he shifted it became slightly awkward.

He picked up on this and took both of your wrist in one hand each to pin them over your head.

“Leave them there, you look beautiful like that,” he said and gave you a quick grin before he pushed your shirt up further, revealing your bra which he moved down carelessly until your tits were spilling out above.

He took one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before biting down gently. You yelped in pain and looked down at him in surprise but he just grinned at you when he let go of your nipple only to blow cold air on it a moment later.

A shiver ran down your spine and he moved to the other breast to do the same there. Wetness was pooling between your legs now and a whine left your throat.

“Hm? Anything you want?” That bastard knew exactly what you wanted and the grin on his face gave him away.

You huffed in anger and when you opened your mouth to reply, he bit down hard on the top skin of your right breast, causing you to take in a deep breath instead of saying a word. He sucked the spot, harder than the spots on your neck and you gritted your teeth.

“I want you to fuck me,” you said when he let go of the sensitive skin and moved over to repeat the whole process on the other breast. This time you were prepared for the pain to come and when you looked down your body you saw the marks that he covered you in.

“But I’m not done marking my property yet,” he hummed against your skin and you let out a frustrated sigh. 

He was always good at getting you worked up and right now, you really wanted him before the others came over.

JJ opened your pants and you lifted your hips so he could pull your shorts and panties down, leaving them at your ankles.

“Hm, so wet for me.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your wet center which made you moan. You tried to buck your hips upward, closer to the face he was already pulling back but there was no chance. 

You pouted and watched how he kissed down your inner thighs. Open mouthed kisses, sucking in between and sometimes he bit down hard, leaving a lot of marks on your inner thighs.

It was almost too much, the pain of his bites and the arousal pooling between your legs, dripping down on the cushions below you. You were sure that if he touched your clit only for a few seconds, you would come apart. 

“You really like this, huh?” he asked when he watched the wetness between your legs become more and more.

“Of course I do, you idiot. Can you please fuck me now?” You literally begged him and there was a glint in his eyes that couldn’t hide that he loved it when you did this.

“Why should I?” He licked his bottom lip and looked in your eyes, then between your legs and back up again.

“I want you to mark me on the inside too,” you said with as much confidence as you could muster up and it seemed to do the trick.

It only took him a couple of seconds to completely remove his pants and boxershorts, meanwhile you had kicked away the clothes still around your ankles.

His dick moved inside of you with one, smooth stroke, your wetness coating it enough to be able to do this without any pain or stretching beforehand.

When he was between you, your legs wrapped around him and you hissed in pain when the bite marks on your inner thighs came in contact with his skin. They were more sensitive than you had thought. You almost came from just the feeling of him inside of you but you held back, wanting to wait so you could release together.

“Fuck, you feel so good around me,” he murmured as he thrusted into you, hands between your face, his whole body just towering over you.

He leaned down to kiss you but couldn’t stop himself from biting your bottom lip, pulling on it a little while he kept a ruthless pace up.

Suddenly a noise you both knew very well came up and he stopped for a moment, both your heads going toward the window near the entrance.

The Twinkie had just pulled around, there was no mistake. That old car would make the same stupid noises for the time it would run.

“Shit,” you said and groaned in frustration but then you felt how JJ started moving again.

“What the-?” you were about to complain but his deep thrusts became so intense that you had to swallow any words you were about to say. Instead you had to bite down on your arm to keep yourself from moaning so loud.

“I’m not going to stop now. I’ll mark you from inside, just like you wanted to.” That stupid grin on his face was so big and he was so proud of himself and god, you hated and loved him at the same time.

Muffled voices reached your ears and JJ only sped up more, causing you to moan around the skin of your arm that you were biting so hard you weren’t even sure if you were about to draw blood.

With one last, deep and hard thrust JJ came inside of you and you felt how he was painting your inside with his cum. He growled as he came, louder than expected and you prayed that the people outside didn’t hear it. You weren’t sure who was there, only John B, maybe Sarah too, maybe they had picked up the whole crew. 

As his hot semen was spurting inside of you, you finally let go too, coming with him together. You loved it when the two of you came together and you had trained hard so you would be able to hold back whenever it was needed.

He pulled out of you quickly and grabbed his clothes, putting them on quickly.

“Lovely,” he said when he looked between your legs, watching how his cum dripped out of you. “I wouldn’t let it run out though. They’re almost here and you won’t have enough time to get cleaned up or clean the cushions.”

The blonde boy laughed when he saw your blushed face and you reached over to pull your panties on quickly.

You could clearly hear John B and Sarah approaching now.

JJ walked towards the door and waved at them. “Hey guys!” he called over to them and they greeted him back.

You weren’t sure if you ever got dressed this quickly, running a hand through your hair to make it look less messy.

Without thinking you simply turned the cushion around, hoping no one would notice. It would dry soon enough.

“The two of you are here early,” John B commented as he and Sarah walked inside and JJ just smirked at you behind their backs.

“Yeah, I got off work earlier and JJ lives here anyway,” you said with a nonchalant shrug while you felt JJ’s cum dripping out of you, coating your panties in wetness.

Sarah gave you a look and you groaned while blushing. John B might be oblivious to the amount of times you and JJ had sex at his place but Sarah clearly almost always knew.

When your best friend saw your reaction she just grinned at you and picked the chair to sit on purpose.

[dreamcatcherrs]

can u do streamers with a plus size reader? ty i love ur fics ♡

+ reminder! every body type is beautiful in its own way, and I’m sure that all of the mcyts would want to date a person of any size! hope you enjoy<3

++ I also added a couple of insecurities that are common for a lot of people cause I felt like it ^-^

dating a plus size reader; mcyt x reader

dream:

dream is an absolute softie for you

he will literally carry you anywhere you go

even if you insist for him not to

he just lifts you up into his arms and runs off with you

as I’ve mentioned before, he loves squishy places of the body

especially the booty ;)

so expect a lot of grabbing whenever he’s near you (with your consent, of course)

always tells you how amazing you look

even if you’re only wearing sweatpants and a basic tee and feel like absolute shit

and he would definitely have you pose for pictures of his merch

georgenotfound:

he loves resting his head on you

uses your chest as his personal pillow

he thinks it’s absolutely crazy how you’re able to make every outfit look good

like, you could wear a plastic bag and still look like a model to him

you two go out to eat fast food at the most random times

some days midnight, some days at 5am

admires your confidence

sapnap:

THIGHS THIGHS THIGHS

he loves your thighs sooo much and always has his hands (or eyes) on them

he almost holds your thigh more than your hand

and he just thinks you’re so gorgeous and can’t believe he can call you his

but when he finds out you don’t think so, his mind is blown

like... what?

are you blind????

he tells you how “you’re so fucking hot” every day until you start thinking so yourself

badboyhalo:

loves baking cakes with you

and makes sure you’re always well fed

he absolutely adores your stretch marks!

he loves just tracing his fingers over the lines

following them around with his fingertips

and gets very focused about it to a point where he stops listening to you talk

he makes sure you never feel down about something as natural as stretch marks

and makes sure to kiss every place you're insecure about

technoblade:

techno literally doesn't care what you look like

he only cares if you're happy, cause he really hates seeing you sad

especially when he can't do anything about it

so when he catches you one day looking at yourself in the mirror with a look of disgust 

his heart crumbles in his chest

sits you down to talk about it

and gets more touchy afterwards along with spurring out compliments more often

wilbur soot:

wilby is also a big sucker for thighs

he’s not super grabby, but he gets his point across;

that he absolutely loves every part of your body

to be honest, like techno, I see wilbur as someone who literally does not care what you look like

if he likes you, he’ll love the way you look either way

he is very appreciative of soft, fleshy parts of your body

that he can just cling onto when he wants

jschlatt:

fuck, does schlatt love to have you on his lap

like he might not come across as someone who’s cuddly

but I’m telling you

he is super cuddly

he just wants someone to hold and to be held by

he needs that physical touch and he just can't seem to keep his hands off of you

he’ll tell you “you look so stupid right now”, laugh, and then give you a big ol’ bear hug

jokes aside, he makes sure you know just how dizzyingly beautiful you look 24/7

corpse husband:

fishnets, legs, fishnets, legs

even if you don't like wearing fishnets, he’s just all; legs, grab, thighs, squish

no but seriously he loves your legs so much

they just catch his attention and immediately make him go soft

without you doing anything you’ll just hear him giggle at you

and then realise he’d been looking at you for a hot minute, just taking in how absolutely stunning you look

and he doesn't fail to let you know that :)

karl jacobs:

like wilbur, I think he just genuinely doesn't care and loves you regardless of what you look like

we all know that karl’s way of showing affection is through touch

so he loves cuddling up to you

using your chest as a pillow and engulfing you in his arms

and he’ll be whining within a second if you even a much as try to move away from him

something he doesn't realise he does, but you do, is that he will just randomly hold on tight to a certain part of your body

even if you're just talking

his hands will be on you without him even noticing

and it’s really cute

skeppy:

I’ve mentioned this before, but I think that skeppy really likes the way skirts look on you

or tight-fitting jeans

anything that compliments your body, really

though he does like the way you look without any clothes on

anyways, he fucking loves your body so much

and any person who thinks differently is not his friend

he’s always hugging you

or brushing his knuckles over your arms lovingly

small touches are his forté

fundy:

he can never seem to keep his eyes off of you

no matter how hard he tries, you’re just too gorgeous

isn’t the touchiest of the boys, but when he’s in the need for some physical touch, he’s very obvious about it

will start off by holding your hand

and then maybe move onto hugging you from behind

comes off pretty clingy once he needs that love and affection

he just loves touching you; maybe cause your skin is soft? he’ll never tell you (it’s his little secret)

quackity:

MMMME GUSTAAA

he looooooves loves loves  how, and I quote, “thicc you are”

and he gets so clingy, too

makes grabby hands at you if he needs to to catch your attention

and definitely, without a doubt, uses your chest as his personal pillow

he’s also a squisher

your thigh’s kinda become his little stress toy

alex will fully commit to being a complete simp for you - he does not care at this point

can get blushy sometimes when he catches himself looking at you for too long

punz:

if you thought that sapnap would be wild when it comes to thighs, let me introduce you to this man

luke is a massive sucker for some thick thighs

and don't even get me started on the flesh on your hips

he lowkey has an addiction to constantly keeping his hands on there, but it’s not like you mind

it’s like his hands are glued onto you sometimes

holding on tightly or gently, doesn't matter

and sometimes he’ll even get lost in the way his fingers dig into your skin

can't fathom the fact that you're all his

awesamdude:

sam is literally the cutest🥺

gives you compliments all the time

and literally always has a hand on you to gently caress your skin

and he is always gentle with his touches

and I mean always

drawing circles onto your back or arm using his thumb

placing small kisses on your temple

he always posts pictures of you on his instagram and twitter

has like one or two pictures of himself, and the rest are of you :]

slimecicle:

literally smothers you with love and affection

he loves the little dents in your thighs from cellulite

finds it sooo attractive

loves to trace his fingers over the dents

notices immediately if there are changes in your eating habits

and will confront you the second he notices cause he can't bare the thought of you eating less than usual

makes sure it never happens again

eret:

they have a special seat for you right on his lap

if you were comfortable with it she’d love for you to sit with them in his streams

SHOWERS you with compliments

constantly

and leaves trails of kisses everywhere

even if you whine about it being too much or distracting you

he ignores it and continues

can't believe she’s ended up with such a god/dess as you

jack manifold:

jack was completely shocked when he found out you were insecure about your body

what was there to be insecure about?

to his eyes you were completely perfect, and he just couldn’t understand how… you couldn’t see that?

makes sure you now how absolutely stunning you are

can't help but to show you off to everyone (he is a leo after all)

and also let’s his hands roam all over you - with your consent, of course!

adores you so much

tommy:

tommy had seriously never thought of it before you’d said that you didn’t want a piece of cake after he asked

and he goes; why?????

and you’re like; I shouldn't eat it

and he’s even more ???

doesn't know what why or when you decided you “shouldn't” do something as normal as eating

it’s so very obvious how soft he is for you when it’s just the two of you

and even succumbs to his soft side in front of others if he gets too caught up in your beauty

tubbo:

tubbo just… doesn't care

like, at all

but of course he notices the absolute beauty of you, and will simp for you

doesn't shower you with compliments, but gives subtle signs

a common one is squeezing your hand

or calling you cute or adorable

brushing a strand of hair out of your face

simplicity is his thing

ranboo:

lots of hugsss

unintentionally squeezes too hard so you have to tap his shoulder 

and he just giggles

he likes resting his head on practically any part of your body

cause you're so comfy

wants to constantly fondle you in his arms

he’s become so used to clinging to you, it’s just by instinct at this point

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A/N: If there’s anything I learned from doing this, it’s that vampirerry is an utter WHORE. Good for him!!!! As for myself, I’m done with the semester and my term projects and finals left my singular brain cell fried, so this was a nice way to get back into writing again. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thank you to the anon that suggested it, this was super fun to do! :D

read you’re someone i just want around here

word count: 6k

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Harry is very attentive when it comes to aftercare with Y/N. The sex they have is often rough and includes toys, degradation, and multiple rounds, so he believes aftercare is non-negotiable. Rough sex can be fun, but if it’s not followed by a lot of communication and post-performance support, it can take a hard emotional toll on a person. Even when intimacy isn’t meant to be inherently sentimental, there has to be a certain level of connection and etiquette surrounding it, or it could end badly for both parties involved. He always checks on her immediately after they finish, simply to gauge her headspace and how her body is responding, and after he’s made sure she’s alright, he goes into his usual routine of skin-to-skin contact and gentle coddling. Reassurance and praise is just as important afterwards as it is during, because it’s good to let a partner know that your appreciation runs deeper than just the physical need felt in the heat of the moment; everyone deserves to feel valued beyond their body. 

Harry proceeds to clean Y/N up after every session, because it’s the least he can do since she’s usually the one getting the brunt of the work. He’ll fetch a clean towel dampened under warm water to wipe her clean, or he’ll offer to help give her a bath or a shower— whichever route she prefers. Harry dresses her, and changes the sheets if need be, and tucks her into bed to ensure she’s nice and comfortable. If it’s been a particularly intense session, he’ll go the kitchen and bring back a snack and a drink— a granola bar and a Gatorade, or some chips and her favorite juice, or if she’s feeling especially hungry, he’ll happily go out of his way to prepare her an actual meal— and he insists on feeding it to her bit by bit until she’s come to enough to handle it on her own. If she’s not hungry, he at least brings her a glass of water and urges her to drink it; better to be safe than sorry. After that, more cuddling is the status quo, which normally ends in Y/N falling asleep in his arms, and Harry has absolutely no problem with that at all.  

B = Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Harry’s favorite body part of Y/N’s is probably her chest. Yes, he likes it for sexual reasons— obviously— but there are innocent reasons for his fascination, as well. He likes how responsive she gets when he touches her there— how he can get her going just by groping her the way she likes it, or by using his mouth to tongue across her nipples until she’s writhing in pleasure and whining for more. He loves leaving hickies all over her tits, probably more than she likes receiving them. It’s just so fucking hot seeing himself marked all over her, especially when she’s putting on a bra and he can see all of the dark bruises scattered across the cleavage spilling from the undergarment. Filth aside, he also enjoys loving all over her chest. Absentmindedly cupping them while they’re snuggling, nuzzling his head between them while they’re watching television, massaging them under her shirt with his large palms as she sits back against his chest, sipping a glass of wine and chatting away, unwinding after a long day. It’s a form of intimacy; it provides a type of closeness nothing else can. 

As for his own favorite body part, it’s a tie between two different areas. He loves his thighs— they’re one of his most prominent features. They’re thick and meaty and sensitive, so they’re the perfect sweet spot to touch when he wants to get riled up. Given his previous response, it can be easily deduced that he likes to get hickies there, as well. The marks look great peeking out from under his briefs (for the short amount of time they last, anyways) and they make a great accessory to the large tigerhead tattoo along his left thigh. It’s artwork, really; a proper Picasso. 

His other favorite body part...well, take a lucky guess. It’s likely not that far off— literally, considering it hangs right between his thighs. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Harry’s personal preference is cumming inside. He adores feeling the way Y/N tightens around him when he finally orgasms (she’s just so warm and soft and unbelievably tight; it’s like she was made for him), almost as much as he loves seeing her reaction. Her body will immediately start to wriggle and her back will arch as she releases broken little whimpers, clinging to his shoulders with her nails and begging him to fill her until he’s milked his worth. Hearing her ragged breathing and feeling her sweaty chest stutter against his is enough to do him in, but when she goes as far as to gnaw on his ear and whine a soft little, “Want it all, baby. Want you dripping out of me when we’re done.” Well, that’s enough to kill him all over again. 

Of course, there are times when Harry likes seeing himself all over her, too. On her outstretched tongue, or smeared across her pretty face and plush lips (she looks particularly cute when it ends up all over her eyelashes), or streaked over the valley of her tits, or pooled at the center of her tummy. If he’d been taking her from behind, then he likes seeing it run down the backs of her thighs, or splattered across the dip of her spine. And if she’d been giving him a handjob, then seeing himself dribbling down her fingers is just as good. Why? Because those fingers usually end up in her mouth, which means he ends up all over her tongue, and so the cycle comes full circle. How poetic. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Did Harry suggest wearing a matching set of a vibrating cock ring and buzzing bullet to do grocery shopping once? Yes. Did he drop three glass jars of peach preserves by accident as a result, causing them to have to book it out of the bread aisle while trying to look as unsuspicious as possible, which failed horribly because they were literally hobbling like a crippled elderly couple? Also yes. Did they end up fucking in a Target fitting room? Definitely. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

A lot of experience. Tons. Immense amounts. Insane amounts. Two hundred years of the same seven continents just means two hundred years worth of sex across every single one. And it gives you plenty of time to find the clitoris, as well as giving you a chance to learn the female anatomy like the back of your hand. That being said, Harry doesn’t doubt he could make Y/N cum with his wrists tied behind his back and a blindfold strapped to his face. In fact, he’s made her cum just by using his thigh, so that in itself is enough credibility to last him several more lifetimes. The toy chest in his closet and the fact that he’s well-endowed are bonuses— he knows more than enough tricks to keep her satisfied with just his tongue. Not to mention his fingers— they’re long for a reason.

F = Favorite position  

Funny enough, Harry doesn’t have one. He’s spent so many decades cycling through every possible position in existence, it’s gotten to where he can’t pin-point a preference; all positions are unique, and they each have their own appeal. Reverse cowgirl is nice because he likes watching the way he stretches Y/N open with every plunge of her hips, and it also gives him the luxury of marking his rings across her ass in the process. Regular cowgirl is nice, too— having her chest bouncing in his face is nothing short of a divine miracle, in his opinion. Doggy style is a staple, and there’s always different add-ons he can apply to spice it up; for example, taking her from behind with her wrists tied to her ankles, or bending her over the kitchen counter with her face pressed into the marble, or fucking her against his glass wall with her hands and chest flushed to the cool surface as their breaths fog the floor-to-ceiling window. 

Missionary is a tried and true option, and just like it’s prior counterpart, it can be enhanced with a variety of extra tricks. Bondage is a good condiment, against the wall is always a nice touch, spread-eagle never goes wrong, and just having her legs wrapped around his lower back is more than enough. However, he does have two favorite variations of the position. The first is when he mounts her legs onto his shoulders or along the inside of his elbows to open her up more, and then just ramming his hips down at a very specific angle that hits her g-spot just right, pounding her into the bed so hard she tears the sheets off the mattress. The second is a cowgirl-missionary hybrid: he sits back on his heels and uses the steep downward slope created by his thighs as elevation, pulling her ass onto his tilted lap and swinging her legs over either side of his hips. He gropes her waist with his palms and yanks her forward, bouncing her against his cock and watching her completely dismantle as he nudges all the right places with as much speed and force as she deems fit. 

And then there’s fucking from the side, but that’s a whole other extensive conversation he doesn’t have time for. 

Actually, maybe Harry will entertain it for a minute or so. He usually throws one of Y/N’s legs over his neck to get a deeper range, manhandling her roughly onto her side and yanking her closer to his body by her waist, grasping it with stern vigor and holding her down against the mattress, grunting out a gravelly, strict command along the lines of, “Stay fucking still.” He’ll drill into her at a brutal, consistent pace, staining his fingerprints along the curves of her torso and sponging damp kisses onto her ankle, smirking into her skin as he watches her fist at the duvet in a futile attempt at maintaining her bearings. It’s pretty evident that she can’t, though; the way her eyes lull around their sockets from his harsh stride does a terrible job at hiding her lack of self-control, alongside the fragmented curses she gasps out whenever he nudges her g-spot with the head of his cock. 

“Oh, that was such a pretty noise. Did I hit that little spot you like?”

Her response will be begrudging, as always, which he thinks is ridiculously useless considering he can see her burying her face into the pillow to hide how her jaw drops open in sheer rapture. “No.”

“No?” The vampire leans forward, stretching her leg towards the headboard and preening at the garbled squeak that escapes her gritted teeth, plunging deeper as he lowers himself to her level. He knots her hair around his knuckles, tugging sharply until her face is tilted back enough to meet his fiery gaze. “Then why are you starting to shake?

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It depends on the mood, honestly. There are definitely serious moments, but Harry enjoys the humorous ones just as much. He already adores making Y/N laugh and smile on a regular basis, and that desire only grows when he’s buried between her thighs, simply because she just looks so fucking cute laughing with her hair splayed around the pillows in a messy halo, her sounds of glee stuttering due to how sharply she’s jolting against the bed. He loves feeling her giggle into his mouth as he cracks sarcastic jokes and makes stupid witty comments that break the intensity in the air, especially because she’s usually clever enough to return them with some of her own. Then they both end up snickering like idiots as he tries to keep a solid pace, which eventually tapers to a messy, haphazard stride as their laughter drowns out their goal to the point where he has to take a genuine break to collect himself. There’s tons of examples— how could there not be? Sex is hardly ever perfect, so awkward moments are not only expected, but guaranteed. What better way to handle them than with a bit of humor?

There was an incident once where Harry accidentally knocked their foreheads together so hard, they both bruised (which he responded to with, “I’m pretty sure this isn’t what Cosmopolitan meant when they suggested matching couples tattoos.”). Another time, he got so into the moment he didn’t realize he was jack-hammering the top of her head into the backboard until she brought it to his attention (and made a comment saying it sounded like a sped up version of the beat to We Will Rock You). A bad case of the hiccups. Y/N burping right in his face halfway through his orgasm. A random leg cramp that made him think he was going to need amputation to survive. Accidentally rolling off the bed or couch onto the ground and nearly dislocating both of their spines in the process, getting his cross earring tangled in her hair and nearly ripping off his ear trying to get it out, and the unfortunate collapse of a pillow fort he’d spent over an hour building. He even sneezed in her face once, and when she instinctively went to shove him back, she wound up slamming her palm into his nose so hard he nearly passed out. Nose bleeds aren’t necessarily sexy, per se, but he just dug blindly through her nightstand until he found two new tampons somewhere in that black hole she calls a drawer, shoved them in his nostrils, and kept going. No one can ever accuse him of being unresourceful. 

Queefing. Lots and lots of queefing, which he usually starts mimicking with his mouth, and then she responds to that by whining and telling him to cut it out, and then he takes to mocking her whining instead. It normally finishes with them laughing so hard that Harry’s cheeks hurt from smiling so big, but it’s a good type of pain. The best type of pain. 

H = Hair (how do they groom?)

Harry likes keeping himself neat and orderly, but he doesn’t enjoy going bare, so trimming is his grooming preference. There’s just something so unappealing about a completely smooth dick— it looks like raw chicken and it’s fucking disgusting. He doesn’t have anything against a good bush, but it tends to get unruly and he’d rather not have to overcomplicate his shower routine. And honestly, he can’t trust himself because last time he had a full front yard going, he got shitfaced and tried to braid it on a dare. Keeping the hedges trimmed is the ideal landscaping option, and it just looks way hotter— a uniform dusting of hair is a good accessory and it just makes everything look more cohesive, given that he also fancies keeping his happy trail thick. It’s all about aesthetics, isn’t it? 

I = Intimacy (the romantic aspect)

It’s no secret that Harry’s been somewhat detached from intimacy for the last two hundred years or so. Intimacy is reserved for genuine romance, and that’s something he hadn’t entertained since before the lightbulb was invented. But now that he has Y/N, intimacy has crawled its way back out from the deepest recesses of his subconscious, where it had been shoved into a bottomless pit with the rest of his trauma. He likes it— he likes opening up to her in any way he can, because sharing those obsolete parts of himself with someone again is more fulfilling than he ever imagined. He likes kissing her randomly when she’s halfway through a sentence, just to feel her words die off abruptly in her throat as she gives into his gentle gesture, a delicate smile spreading across her satin lips. He likes whispering sweet phrases of encouragement into her hair when they’re tangled amidst sweaty limbs and rumpled sheets, reminding her of how much he cares for her and how beautiful she looks when she’s so far gone and how she makes him feel like his entire body has been set alight. He likes sponging soft pecks across the stretch marks along her thighs and across the dimples on her belly, her skin candy and velvet on his tongue as she releases a watery sigh that lets him know he’s doing all the right things in all the right places. He just likes letting her know she's special to him, in any and every way he can. 

Intimacy forges timeless bonds, and he reckons that assumption is unarguable, considering he knows a thing or two about eternity. 

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

Harry likes to jack off, obviously. Who doesn’t? It’s why he has an entire section of his toy chest dedicated to self-pleasuring tools. Vibrating cock rings, an array of lubes that range from temperature-changing to sensation sensitivity, and a few pocket vags that get the job done whenever Y/N is out of commission (usually because of work). His favorite one is an electronic sleek black model that is made of a premium silicone material and has a variety of massage settings, suction strengths, and internal textures. It’s designed to make the session feel more real, and yes, it was expensive, but self-love is always worth the splurge. 

The beauty of living on his own is that he can get off wherever and whenever he wants, without having to stress about someone interrupting an important step in his pampering routine. He usually does it in his room and on his bed, simply because Y/N’s pillow is close by and the experience is heightened when her scent is swimming around his hazy, bliss-drunken mind. If Harry is feeling particularly needy, he’ll ditch the toy all together and just hump one out against the mattress or cushion. If it’s a particularly restless day, he’ll take a toy downstairs and lazily play within himself on the couch while browsing through Netflix. Those instances usually average a few tamer orgasms rather than a single large one, but he’s not complaining; his stamina comes in unapologetic waves that stem from a never-ending supply, and he certainly has the time to kill. If Harry gets the sudden urge in the shower or while he’s relaxing in his jacuzzi, he won’t bother fetching a trinket; he’ll just stroke one out with his hand, using the cool metal of his trusty lionhead ring to tease the tip until he brings himself to orgasm. It turns out daylight crystals have more than one use. 

There is one common factor amongst all these different choices, though: Y/N is present in every fantasy. And if the vampire is feeling especially bold, he’ll grab his phone and take a video of whatever he’s doing to himself, and then she’ll have a nice little gift waiting for her once she gets out of the café for the day. That usually leads to him receiving a present in return later that evening, and then he’s dialing her contact before the clip is even done playing, and then what he does during his alone time doesn’t require him being so alone anymore. 

K = Kinks 

Harry has tons— in fact, he has so many, he can’t really keep track. And he also has the sneaking suspicion that if he were to ever jot all of them down, he’d end up locked in some type of sex addict rehabilitation center. Bondage is a big one, so he’ll start there. He’s great with ropes, given that he learned his way around them ages ago. Chains are nice, but they can be a pain to set up without the right equipment; he’s thinking of getting a reinforced metal hook installed into his ceiling, like the one in his storage closet, which he uses to keep his punching bag secure. Handcuffs, obviously— velvet-lined, straight metal, fuzzy coverings, he’s got it all. Dominance, degradation, Daddy, Sir, choking, brat-taming, spanking, flogging, slapping— impact play in general, to be honest— spitting, wax, praise, begging, masochism, branding (mild stuff, no molten metal shit), collaring, discipline, dirty talk, edging, exhibitionism, face-fucking, face-sitting (with him on the receiving end), giving oral (is that a kink? It is now.) gagging (both the action and using the actual object itself), breeding (he hates that term but that’s the official name, unfortunately), teasing, voyeurism, role play, and… he thinks that’s it. Oh, and blood, but that doesn’t really count for apparent reasons. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Y/N’s couch is sacred, at this point. Their entire relationship started on that lumpy, worn excuse of a sofa, and it’s seen them through their progression from strangers to friends with benefits to lovers to more. It’s comfortable enough, the dark color hides any explicit stains, and the cushions always smell of her signature mixture of honey and lavender combined with Snuggle fabric softener. It’s finicky, but irreplaceable. His kitchen counter is a close second. It’s provided a lot, taken a lot, been through a lot— through a lot of Lysol wipes, to be specific. If it wasn’t marble, it likely would have been reduced to chunks and rubble by now, courtesy of his enhanced strength gripping the edges as he slams her against the smooth surface. The backseat of his Cadillac is consecrated, as well; there’s just so much erotic appeal to fucking in a car with rock music blaring in the background, muffling the obscene sounds of bodies connecting and a mixture of fever-pitch moans. The couch, the counter, and the Cadillac— the Unholy Trinity. 

The jacuzzi is nice, too, but for the sake of his clever little “c” alliteration, he’ll leave that one as an implied token. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

As much as Harry claims he likes full submission in bed, he can’t deny that he loves being challenged. Delivering punishment and coaxing out an orgasm is so much more satisfying when he has to fight for it; it’s so fucking hot watching his girlfriend try to best him in a power struggle, especially when she finally— and undeniably, since he always wins— caves under his will and winds up begging him for what he otherwise would have gifted her freely. That’s where the brat-taming kink comes into play. He likes it when she mouths off and makes snarky digs, and he enjoys it even more when he tries to set her in place and she amps her disobedience as a result. There’s nothing more attractive than a battle of wits with someone who is a perfect match in every way. And when she channels her attitude into physical gestures, it riles him up beyond compare. For example, when she smirks and rolls her eyes, despite the fact that there’s trails of tears staining her cheeks and mascara smeared all over her waterline? Christ, he could go feral. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No feet, no feces, no beastiality. There’s probably more, but those are the ones off the top of his head.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Receiving oral is great— he highly recommends it, solid ten out of ten— but giving it is so much better. Harry’s always been a giver, even when he was young and barely knew his way around a woman’s undergarments. The stereotypical expectation for a person who is beginning to explore their sexuality is that everything they do, they do for their own gain. It’s a selfish realization, yes, but it’s a primal type of selfishness that no one can truly be blamed for. It’s a simple concept: when you start having sex, you want as much personal benefit as possible. It’s only natural. But from the second Harry became sexually active, he came to find that providing release to his partner outweighed the bliss he could get from letting them pleasure him instead. It’s not direct pleasure, but rather cognitive, which more often than not translates itself physically. And when it comes to Y/N, that euphoria manifests tenfold. 

Nothing compares to having his face buried between her legs as she tugs and yanks at his hair desperately, her chest heaving and jaw falling open as he uses his tongue to unravel her from the inside out. Spitting sloppily onto her folds and hearing the raw gasp of aroused shock that escapes her sore throat, which causes his swollen lips to spread into a dirty grin as he latches onto the sensitive bud at the thick of her core, fiddling with it until her legs are trembling uncontrollably around his sturdy shoulders. Watching her features go slack as he bobs his neck fervently between her thighs, swiping the bridge of his nose across her clit over and over until the entire bottom half of his face is drenched in her excitement. Fucking his tongue into her and feeling her buck against his jaw as she holds him in place with her fingers tangled in his curls, whimpering his name repeatedly in a voice so shattered, he could probably build a mosaic with the fractures. Feeling her drip down his chin and into the collar of his shirt, savoring how sweet she tastes as he pins her hips down against the bed and groans feverishly into her cunt, his ego idolizing the image of her so disheveled under his influence. 

A measly blowjob is hardly any competition to that. Harry could very well cum just from eating Y/N out. In fact, he has, and that in itself is all the proof he needs. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

This is one of those other factors that depends on the mood. If Harry has been waiting all day for it, his impatience bleeds into his rhythm, which means he settles for fast and hard. It means he settles for bending her over the back of his couch with one palm around her throat and his other fingers in her mouth, pounding into her with so much force, the sofa starts shifting across the ground. If Y/N has been teasing him endlessly for a decent amount of time, it’ll be rough and deep, but not fast; he’ll drag it out for as long as possible, just to make her regret acting like such a spoiled brat. That’s when he brings out the paddle, or the crop, or just manhandles her across his lap and spanks her until she’s apologizing profusely through her whines. If he’s in a soft, romantic headspace, it’ll be slow and sensual, with lots of gentle caresses, giggly kisses dusted across eager lips and droopy eyelids, and penetrating strokes that make his toes curl and tummy clench. 

Pace is relative, but the message behind it is all the same: I want you more than anything, and I’m going to show you just how deeply I mean it. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are fun, Harry will admit. They’re filthy and messy, and they show just how far gone two people are for each other to the point where they can’t wait to feel one another at a later time; that they need to be together now, or they’ll go absolutely insane. Quickies are saved for when the urge strikes at random times. For when he’s out with Y/N at a park, sitting under the shade with his head in her lap as she combs his curls out of his eyes and thumbs over his chin affectionately, and the sun filters through the tree canopy just right to where it illuminates her lashes and the suppleness of her cheeks in a manner he deems ethereal. For when they’re at the mall, walking hand in hand and licking at ice cream cones as they survey the shops, and she reaches over to wipe a bit of Rocky Road off the corner of his mouth, replacing the stain with a soft stipple of her lips instead. For when they’re out eating dinner and playing footsie under the table like immature teenagers, and she’s trying to steal a French fry from his plate but he keeps fighting her off with his fork because, “I told you to order your own, but you wanted those disgusting potato skins instead!” And she’s laughing so brightly and unapologetically, giving him a look that so obviously tells him she can’t wait to get him alone, and nothing seems quite as flawless as that fraction in time, then and there and nowhere else.

These simple but memorable moments cause him to get love boners, which he jokingly refers to as “sniffy stiffies,” where “sniffy” has to do with being sentimental, and “stiffy”...well, that one is pretty self-explanatory, no? It always ends with them shagging in the car, or in the family bathroom of a diner, and in the case of the park, in an obscure area of the forest that lines the jogging trail. 

Quickies are just that— fast, but meaningful nonetheless, because they come from a place of genuine emotion. They’re fleeting, but unforgettable. Sniffy stiffy quickies, if you will. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Taking risks is the norm in Harry’s life, especially when it comes to his sex habits. He’s proven time and time again that he has no problem riding along the seams of a dare and just barely making it out unscathed, so experimenting outside of the bedroom is just another day in the life. Fingering Y/N in a music room in an antique shop, getting road head during a two hour drive back to Los Angeles, ripping his girlfriend’s panties out from beneath her dress at one of California’s most prestigious restaurants— the list is endless, really. Harry likes to think he has a gift for coming up with inspirational quotes on the spot, so he’ll lend his expertise here and now: “A life without risks is a life that isn’t worth shit.” It even rhymes, so he knows sorority pledges will have a ball putting it in their Instagram bios. A bit of charity work for the bird-brained. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Endless stamina. Literally. Vampires don’t stay tired for long, so he could be ready to go again within seconds. And he can last long, as well; his stubbornness and pride depend on it, and he likes making his partner cum first as an ego boost. He can go as many rounds as Y/N can and more, though he won’t push it. He doesn’t want her to end up in the ER with a bruised cervix. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Harry could run a sex shop from his closet; Y/N doesn’t take the piss by calling him “Fifty Shades” for no reason. He uses them on himself, he uses them on her, and he got high once and tried to sword fight Y/N with a dildo, so it’s safe to say he definitely uses them quite a bit. If his Lovesense Lush 3 vibrator could talk, he’d be drawn and quartered for excessive debauchery. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Harry loves teasing, that’s no mystery. Winding people up is one of his most practiced skills, so of course that would channel into his intimate life. He’s mastered it, though it’s not like it’s hard. A drawn out blink here, or a feathery touch there. An inch of space between his and Y/N’s lips to establish some tension, or squeezing her inner thigh with his palm hard enough to draw a tiny squeak from her chest. Touching her through her clothes, or leaving a trail of wet kisses down her throat and stopping right at her cleavage. Biting the sensitive skin along the inside of her knee, or dragging the tip of his cold nose down the center of her twitching tummy. Lapping slowly at her nipples until they perk up, or sinking a single long digit inside her and keeping it there just to feel her clench around it needily. And once he gets a pattern going, teasing molds into edging, edging molds into begging, begging molds into praise, and before he knows it, he’s hit four of his kinks with one roll of the dice. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Harry is very vocal in bed, and he’s not ashamed of it. He knows for a fact that Y/N loves it, and if him being loud gets her worked up, then he’ll let his throat go out in the process. He’s noticed that in different situations, he has an arsenal of sounds for each. If he’s being rough and dominant, he tends to groan, grunt, and growl. If he’s being desperate and needy, he turns to whines and whimpers to communicate how he feels. If he’s too zoned into the moment to distinguish all his emotions, broken moans and stuttered mewls are his default. No matter the circumstance, they all take the same route: they start low and soft, and escalate in volume proportional to the intensity of the moment. So what if half the building is hearing him orgasm for the third time as he mocks his girlfriends sobbing pleads and calls her his “dirty fucking whore”? Let’s be honest, it’s probably the highlight of their week. He has a great voice— a sultry, deep baritone that compliments his English accent nicely— and anyone would be lucky to hear it spew the filth it does. He’s yet to get many complaints, so he doesn’t intend on stopping. 

W = Wildcard (random headcanon)

An honesty hour moment seems interesting, so he’ll confess a few tales from his past. The first time Harry ever went down on a girl, it was against a tree in a garden and he nearly asphyxiated under all the layers of her gown. A couple of years later, he ended up getting oral from a reverend’s daughter against a tree, too, for the morbid irony and associated religious revenge. And to drive the point home, oral was only the beginning of what she gave him. His first decade as a vampire was definitely his pettiest. 

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

It’s not uncommon knowledge that Harry’s well-endowed. He remembers how insecure he was the first time he had sex— a shocker, he knows; he was insecure?— and how he knew barely anything regarding sizing and how to use his assets accordingly. But it’s been ages since then, and now he definitely knows his way around his own body (let alone his partner’s), and he most certainly knows that he’s above average not only as a person in general, but when it comes to what’s in his trousers, as well. Harry won’t specify inches— he loves how speculation drives others mad— but it was big enough to give Y/N a decent pause the first time she pulled down his pants, and it’s big enough to leave her absolutely fucked every single time, without a single miss. If that’s not credibility at its finest, then he doesn’t know what is.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Harry’s sex drive is insatiable, to say the least. His vampirism combined with his narcissistic tendencies makes the ideal cocktail— cocktail— for the constant fuse that’s always burning under his skin. He’s ready to go at all times; Y/N just has to say the word and he’s pulling on a pair of sweatpants as he grabs his keys, hopping down his complex’s corridor toward the elevator on one foot as he tries to get his last shoe on the other. Lazy morning sex is probably his favorite; he’s come to find it’s when he’s most pent up, usually after a sleepless night of feeling Y/N’s body heat radiating through all of his cold limbs. It also sets a great tone for the rest of the day, and he just loves seeing Y/N wake up to him lying on his side with his temple resting on his fist, his elbow propped against the mattress as he poses the other on his hip in a theatrical diva stance. He’ll smile at her giddily with all his pearly teeth, dimples twitching as his lashes flutter dramatically, dirty intentions written clear all over his face (“Good morning, hon—” “Wanna have sex?” “Harry, it’s ten in the morning.” “Is that a yes? Because it’s not a no.” “I haven’t even brushed my teeth!” “That’s fine, I’m gonna stick my dick in there anyways.”) 

All in all, his libido is insane, and he’s lucky that Y/N’s is up to par or else he would have worked her into an exhaustion-induced coma by now. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Harry just...doesn't. Maybe once every few weeks, but definitely more often now than before he had his girlfriend. Sleeping just comes way easier when he has someone he cares about resting beside him, their inherent warmth thawing the stiffness from his muscles and putting his racing mind at ease. He feels safe enough around Y/N to let his guard down— both literally and metaphorically— and that seems to help with his supernatural insomnia; it sedates that nocturnal hyper-instinct in his brain that demands he be aware at all times, muffling the animalistic part of him that has been manning the reins for the better half of the last two hundred years. He doesn’t need to be so on edge anymore when everything he needs is just an arm-length away. Especially when she’s usually willing to lend her chest as a pillow, and who is he to neglect her wishes.