#these two are just casually low-key flirting while fighting

[zonerobotnik]

Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. Mason relishes their interactions, because few are intelligent enough and brave enough to be worth his time.

[frostedfaves]

Naive (2)

Masterlist

Pairing: demon!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: You quickly discover that Wanda is different during the night.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark!fic, demon things™️, mental manipulation, smut: oral, fingering, overstimulation, edging, penetration, sex toy use, dom/sub dynamics, biting, slapping(? just a lil)

A/N: no more thoughts except please share your own after reading this! writing this slutty shit kept me sane today so enjoy

Previous part

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To your surprise and relief that eventually transformed into disappointment, Wanda didn’t make an appearance at all for the rest of the week. You spent each shift for the next few days anticipating her return, watching for her over the heads of shorter customers and through the shelves on your way in and out of the bookstore. You were starting to think that she was simply passing through your town and you were just lucky enough to cross paths with her.

“Hi there.”

“Wanda!” you yelp after looking up from your phone hidden behind the register, clearing your throat as you tuck it in your pocket. “Um, can I get you anything?”

“I’m surprised you remember me,” she laughs. “I’m sure you get hundreds of customers a day.” 

“You left a lasting impression,” you admit before you can stop yourself and she grins.

“So did you.”

There’s a brief pause before she adds your name to the end of her sentence with a flicker of something unrecognizable in her eyes that sends a shiver down your spine. Not knowing what else to do with yourself, you go to ask again what she’d like in the same moment she places a bottle of water on the counter.

“I got a really good recommendation the last time I was here, and I’d like to have it again.”

“Coming right up.” You ring up the exact same order, letting your gaze wander to her hand again as she inserts her card. “I never got to tell you how much I love your rings.”

“What?” She lifts her hand after removing her card and chuckles breathlessly. “Oh yeah, thanks.”

A frown appears on your features when you notice the way she grabs the receipt from you, almost as if she’s actively avoiding brushing fingers with you in the same way she did during her last visit. You’re able to replace the frown with a customer service smile, but you can’t shake the feeling that you experienced rejection before even posing a question. 

“I’ll bring it out to you soon,” you tell her before moving to the glass case, grabbing the food items and frowning again when you find her staring at you from the other side. “Is there something else I can get you?”

“What time do you get off today?” she asks in a rushed fashion.

“What?”

“I mean do you have any plans when your shift is done? I meet people all day long and you’re the first person that I’ve wanted to have a conversation with that lasts longer than a few minutes,” she explains a bit slower. 

“I only have an hour left,” you tell her as you slide her food into the oven. “What did you have in mind?”

“Maybe you could show me what fun things I could get into in this area. I’m a bit further away, Lane County, but I’m starting to enjoy it here more.”

“Well there’s a fair happening on the other side of town, if you don’t mind a long bus ride. I’m guessing you don’t since you live in Lane and you somehow ended up here.”

“Oh, I have a car.” She holds up her car keys with a grin and you laugh.

“Well then…” You pause and look over the counter to see that she’s wearing pants today. “I hope you’re not afraid of rollercoasters.”

-

Aside from the occasional flirting when you have no customers, Wanda waits patiently at the same table as before, standing and joining you the moment you reappear on the other side of the counter without your apron. Her rings are tucked away again, and she dares to brush her knuckles against yours as the two of you leave the bookstore.

“Let me get that for you,” she insists, jogging ahead of you to open the car door and you laugh.

“Is this a date? Should I be nervous right now?” you ask in a joking tone, well aware that you’re genuinely wondering.

“Only if you want it to be.”

You take a deep breath while she crosses to the driver’s side, offering her a casual smile once she’s seated next to you. She denies your request to give her the address, insisting that she’ll be able to follow your directions better instead of admitting that she just wants to hear your voice as much as possible. So you lead her to the expansive fairgrounds on the other side of town, feeling excitement build in your heart the closer you get to your destination.

“This place must hold some memories for you,” Wanda acknowledges your wide grin as she parks.

“No, I just haven’t been in a while,” you admit as you both get out of the car. “Friends are too busy and I try to avoid nighttime bus rides as much as possible.”

“You know, I don’t mind giving you rides at night. I’m well aware that public transportation isn’t the safest form of travel.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that! You live too far.”

“Okay then.” Wanda meets you near the fair entrance and grabs your hand, sliding her fingers between yours. “I won’t give you the chance to ask.”

The two of you are latched onto each other, fingers intertwined the whole night aside from being secured on rides or bathroom trips. You’re walking into the games area, each holding a drink when you suddenly pull Wanda over to a booth. 

“Sorry, I just saw that huge giraffe and wanted to try to win it!” you explain as you release her hand to grab a ticket from your pocket. “Can you hold my drink?”

While your back is turned, Wanda sets both drinks on a nearby table and slips her rings onto her hands, returning just in time for you to finish the game. She hands your drink back to you carefully and reaches out to grab the small stuffed toy you’re offered, brushing her fingers against the attendant’s hand as she did so.

“She wants the giraffe,” she threatens, retreating with a pleased smile when he immediately pulls it down for you. “Thank you!”

“How did you do that?!” you question as she hands it to you. “I mean thank you so much, but wow. I’ve never seen anyone give in so easily.”

“I’ve spent most of my life figuring out how to get what I want, love,” she tells you in a low tone, and a shiver travels down your spine when her hand makes contact with your hip. “What do you think about getting out of here?”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” you agree quietly, starting to feel as if every other thought that enters your mind is incoherent. “Where do you want to go?”

“I’m taking you home.”

You assume she followed up on her word because you find yourself outside of your apartment building, and her hand closes around your wrist before you can leave the car.

“I had a lot of fun with you tonight.”

“Me too,” you admit, unable to prevent the smile that appears. “I guess this means you’re interested in more than friendship with me.”

“Is it that obvious?” She chuckles quietly as she raises her free hand to your jaw, watching you silently fall against her palm. “I’d bet you’d be a wonderful partner. My best girl.”

“I’d be so good for you,” you reply without hesitation, beginning to feel fuzzy and warm the longer she holds onto you.

“Yeah?” 

Your wrist drops onto the center console as the hand that isn’t resting on your jaw slips under the elastic waistband of your pants and underwear. You gasp when her fingertips begin teasing your entrance, bucking your hips slightly when you feel pressure on your clit.

“Wanda--”

“Shh, it’s okay, darling,” she assures you, slipping her thumb between your parted lips and grinning when they close around her without a fight. “I want to see how good you can be for me.”

She uses her middle finger to stroke slowly over your clit, eyes flickering over to your hips occasionally as they follow her movements. Her thumb slips further into your mouth, and your eyes flutter open when her ring touches your lips and a new sensation follows.

“You’re fine,” she soothes you when you let out a muffled whimper, sighing when she notices a group of people turn the corner at the end of the block and begin heading your way. “Let’s go inside. I don’t need an audience.”

Her fingers are removed from your underwear and in her mouth in seconds, and she practically growls as she cleans the bit of mess you left behind. You hurry out of the car and lead Wanda to your apartment, even in your haze able to remember to get her inside before Ruth sees you. In a few blinks, she’s hovering over you on the bed, and just when you think you can’t handle any more overwhelming sensations, she kisses you.

It’s breathtaking, quite literally you feel air leaving your lungs as if she’s stealing it herself. Your eyes feel like they’re glued shut and the grip she has on your waist is almost painful, but you can’t bring yourself to complain when she’s guiding you to grind on her thigh. Her lips are replaced with two of her fingers as she begins making her way down your body, carefully undressing you with her free hand and biting and kissing the skin she exposes.

“You’re unbearably wet,” she comments from between your legs, dipping her tongue inside you while stroking yours with her fingertips and humming loudly so you’ll arch into her more. “So fucking good.”

Her tongue is replaced with her fingers, and she begins slowly pumping in and out of you while sucking on your clit just to get a reaction. She grabs your hands as they go for her hair and hold them together by the wrists, readjusting so that her thumb can circle your clit when she pulls her head away.

“Being good means not touching unless I tell you to,” she scolds.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize breathlessly through moans as she picks up her pace while adding another finger.

“You’ll have plenty of time to learn. I’ve decided to make you mine.” She continues to finger you as she brings herself back over you, ignoring your gasp when you notice her darkened eyes and pinning your hands above your head. “I can’t wait to make it official.”

Her head dips down and you fall over the edge just as she sucks your earlobe into her mouth, thrusting into you forcefully as she continues you fuck you well past the end of your orgasm while her other hand pushes your pinned wrists into the mattress as hard as she can. You’re just about to cum again when she pulls away entirely, quickly unzipping her pants and freeing a toy she had tucked away.

“That’s really big,” you comment with wide eyes that immediately flutter closed when she pushes the head of the toy inside you. “Fuck.”

“Watch your mouth,” she warns you with a quick slap on your cheek, lowering her hand to hold onto your neck just below your jaw while thrusting into you more. “If it’s so big, why is my pussy swallowing it so easily?”

“Because I want it,” you whine, releasing a loud moan when she slams her hips against yours. “Please please please, I want it.”

“I know you do, love.”

Her other hand pins your wrist against the mattress again as she leans forward and begins fucking into you as hard as she can. She slips her thumb back into your mouth to reduce your screams to muffled whines, grinning to herself when you sink your teeth into her flesh a few times.

“Begging for something you can’t even handle,” she teases, prying your mouth open with her thumb as she lowers her head closer to yours. “Perhaps we should start over.”

She waits until you start to cum and slips her tongue into your waiting mouth, and everything goes dark.

[bigtittydemonwife]

The pasta’s love language Part 1

Jeff The Killer 

Protectiveness

 this is the most obviously way the bastard man lets you know he cares about you 

Behind the asshole tsundere attitude and I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude about life lays another smaller asshole and buried deep under that lays the small boy that picked a fight with three bullies to protect his loving brother

Weather it’s him decking o**enderman for being creepy or saving you from a tricky last victim it seems Jeff always knows when your in trouble 

So low-key about it you never really notice his eyes on you until you’re being helped, and even then you never notice how they never leave

Jeff is like a dog, but not the loving wagging tail dog, the asshole that stands on your feet with his sharp claws, rips open your pillows and terrorises the mailman so much your mail is delivered by drone.

but he is also the dog that late at night sneaks onto your bed and whenever there’s someone strange approaching you on the street at night stands in front of you and bares his teeth 

Physical Touch 

Jeff’s love isn’t soft

Jeff’s love is as rough as he is 

Jeff’s touch is soft head-pats after you put someone in their place 

His touch is high fives after a successful mission where your hands linger together

His touch is quick side hugs before he goes off to go do something stupid 

Cheeky neck kisses in front of others to make you flustered 

fingers running though your hair or down your sides whenever he gets bored 

easiest way to get cuddled by this man? after a mission when he’s too tired to act like a tsundere  

Jeff is funnily like a cat in this regards, his cuddles are fun but he has to want to, otherwise it’s deemed as unnecessary

Defensiveness

Jeff isn’t a rational man 

So when he gets jealous his first response is to just stab the guy and run 

Ass a traumatised stubborn teen Jeff is quick to anger but he toe’s the line (aha reference) at when people disrespect you 

Is he an asshole to you all the time?

Yes

Is he the only person who can be mean to you?

Yes

Despite what everyone thinks Jeff does understand the difference between mean teasing and just being an asshole 

And if your someone like me who shows your love to people you care about by teasing and being mean to him he’s gonna understand if your friends are the same way 

What he does not accept is anyone who dares treat you like your lower than them 

thats when he pulls out his knife and commits stabby stabby 

Ticci Toby 

Physical Touch 

Unlike Jeff when Toby is in love he’s a touchy feely person

And once again unlike Jeff when it comes to cuddles Toby is most likely to be the one to initiate cuddles 

On a good day Toby recharges with touch

Most of the time he’s all over you 

His favourite way to cuddle is him on the bottom with you on his chest and your face buried into his neck 

If you cuddle with him like that theres a 97% chance you are not leaving any time soon 

He loves to hold your hands alot, Toby hands are an eternal mystery as sometimes their cold as fuck and others their super warm

After a really bad day when he’s had his alone time and recharged (which can take as long as a week) he just wants to lay with you a bit 

this usually happens when he’s burnt out (missions do not help) 

on days like that he wants to be held in your arms and rest his head on your chest

that way as he falls asleep he can hear your heartbeat and know your safe and alive 

Compliments 

Toby is an asshole, but he’s a lovable asshole 

And on a good day when he’s happy and in love he’s acting like a lovestuck school boy 

He’s the type to give you either the cutest nicknames or the weirdest 

One day he’ll call you love the next Mustard 

 His compliments are the sweetest thing ever because of how special they are 

instead of complimenting something basic about you (well not basic but well seen by everyone) he compliments you on some of the most obscure things that you didn’t think anyone noticed about you 

“I love how fast you talk when you get excited”

“I love easily you get along with sally”

“Your eyes glow in the sunset, it’s really pretty”

Ben Drowned 

Space

Ben is an antisocial person. 

He’s not bitter about it but most of the time he prefers to keep to himself 

Ben understands if his partner isn’t like that, but one of his ways of showing love is giving them space to be their own person 

While Ben does love to spend time with you and share interests and hobbies 

He is a human demon? ghost? thing that loves alone time 

And by giving you space and your own time alone it’s his way of letting you still have freedom to be you

Ben recharges his social battery with a quiet atmosphere so alone time or cuddle time is his favourite thing to do with you when he’s down

Don’t get me wrong he loves cuddles 

But that doesn’t mean he’s going to be clinging to you 24/7

Acts of service

Ben is a patient person 

Despite what people think all his years of gaming have taught him a lot about taking his time and how easier it is to get things done when he’s chill 

So he’s quite alright with doing things for people when they need help 

But even so he’s still his own person 

So he doesn’t usually do it for free unless it’s for someone he really cares about 

And that’s when you come in 

Ben is basically ready to do anything for you 

Will Jeff call him a simp? Yes, will he care? No 

In the end of the day he’s getting ass and Jeff’s not

Anyway 

You could ask him to hack the government for you and he would 

But basic shit is him bringing you snacks he stole from Jeff’s room when your hungry 

He just likes making you happy 

Physical Touch

Ironically enough in complete contradiction of the first one Ben actually loves spending time with you 

Not all the time, otherwise in his opinion the time he gets with you will feel less special 

But when either of you have a bad day he likes to either cuddle you and take a nap or hold you while you both/ he plays video games 

Ben’s a ghost? Thing so his body is always cold 

That’s one of the reasons why he loves holding you so much is feeling your warm body against him 

He likes to nap on your tiddys because 1) he’s perverted and 2) he likes to hear your heartbeat 

He finds the sound of it fascinating 

Sometimes he feels his pulse just because the shock of not feeling anything is fun to him 

Ben is probably one of the easiest pastas to date 

He’s like a house cat

Just give him attention and water and he can fend for himself all good 

Eyeless Jack 

Giving Gifts

Jack in love is a very very confusing thing 

Not because he’s contradictory but because the way he flirts sometimes ties into his demonic animalistic tendencies 

For example 

His gifts to you can sometimes be very sweet things that instead are normal gifts like flowers or chocolates but instead small things like breakfast in bed after a stressful mission (He may or may not use his acting like a doctor as an excuse yes EJ is the mansions doctor fight me bitch)

and then other times it’s organs like a heart or an eyeball, bones or a skull (sometimes animal) and sometimes even teeth, if your lucky most of the time once more they just belong to some pour animal in the woods 

and they say romance is dead

Jacks way of showing love is sorta a mixture of how some birds gift their mates things to flirt and how cats give their owners dead animals

He’s cute I swear 

Acts of Service

Unlike Ben jack isn’t going to drop everything to please you 

but once again the way he shows his love is more casual(?) (I mean he gives you dead things to show his love that ain’t casual)

and if he’s in a good mood/ had a good day then more often than not you’ll find yourself being spoiled in a completely Jack way?

You’re thirsty? He made you both coffee/ tea/ hot chocolate 

You’re on a mission and it’s raining? Take his jacket (not like he’s gonna die from the cold)

You’re hungry? Take a snack from his secret stash that no one else is aloud to go through (though most of the time it’s filled with organs)

Jack hates it when his lover is stressed so he likes to do whatever he can to help them out 

Physical Touch

I hate to sound stereotypical but Jack does this the most because he is extremely touch starved 

Trust me he’s not into PDA at all but behind closed doors he’s finding any excuse he can get to touch you ( with your consent )

he loves sleeping together because usually at night he’s reading or trying to piece together his broken parts

But when he’s holding you in his arms, and whispering how much he loves you in your ear when he’s sure you’re asleep he feels like he doesn’t to be whole 

that he can’t expect you to fix him at all, but being with you is enough to make him feel like instead of being broken, being fractured is alright 

But weather it’s his hand on your cheek on your hands laced together Jack likes to feel your skin against his 

fucckkkk I’m tired, this like took three days, you’re getting a part two when I don’t feel like my head’s trying to kill itself and no I did not spell check this nor will I ever as spellings for pussys and people who graduate school 

[joanquill]

Sherlock Holmes Headcanons

Sherlock Holmes

Tags: Headcanons (Jealous!Sherlock and Clingy!S/O)

What He's Like When Jealous

I feel like he’d be the jealous and protective type

But not so much that it’s toxic or suffocating

Like if a random guy is talking to you and everything’s casual, it’s all good

But if a person was flirting, making advances to you, or looking at you the wrong way and you don’t notice, he steps up

He gets all pouty and upset when he gets jealous

He usually just walks up to you guys and leans closer to you, sending glares at the person.

If he still doesn’t get the hint, he joins in the conversation and pulls you closer to him

If he goes over the line, like touching you and making you uncomfortable, RIP this person’s pride

He would make deductions about him to make him back off and low-key to show off to you

LMAO, imagine calling the person out in the middle of a public place

“I wouldn’t talk all high and mighty if I were you…”

“I guess compulsive cheaters have their way with wo/men, huh?”

“Your girl/boyfriend left you after two weeks. What makes you think you have a chance with my S/O?”

Worst case scenario, he straight-up fights this person.

When the person finally leaves, he gets a little more touchy than usual.

Holding your hand, keeping you close, keeping an eye on you if ever there’s another annoying person comes along.

If John was in the scene, he’d tease Sherlock about it, of course.

I feel like he’s a little insecure.

But whenever you do something that makes him feel loved and wanted, all his insecurities go away.

Having an older brother who’s “ better ” than him and having financial issues are some of his insecurities since he wants to be the best for you.

Clingy Significant Other

HMMMMMMMMMMMMM

I don’t think Sherlock would like a clingy S/O at the START of the relationship.

But if you’ve been dating for a long time, he LOVES your affection.

I also think he’s touch-starved, but it takes a while for him to be comfortable with it.

But it will be worth it in the end!

He doesn’t mind if you stay close to him while you’re working, experimenting, listening to him play the violin for you, or listening to him talk about a new case.

But hugs, kisses, and possibly even holding hands takes him a while to get used to and comfortable with

So he loves you for being patient with him and waiting for him to be comfortable enough for those.

When that hurdle is conquered, he loves it when you play with his hair or massage his head.

It helps him relax and clears up his mind.

He usually prefers physical affection at home.

He’d lean on your back, hold your hand, put an arm over your shoulder, a hand on your leg or thigh, your legs entangled as you’re sitting on opposite ends of the couch, etc.

Just anything so he feels your presence with him.

He listens to you intently when you talk about your day or just something you love and remembers the little details.

Long story short, he likes physical affection but respect his boundaries.

[cheeriecherry]

Can I get a cup of uhhhhhhhh dating headcanons? For Todo, Baku, and everyone's favourite sleepy dad?

One cup of headcanons, coming right up!

Warnings: Just fluff

Todoroki Shoto

-Actually getting to the dating stage is kind of a wholeass mission. I wholeheartedly believe that Todoroki is the dumbest smart person ever; he’s clever and strong, but he also strikes me as the kind of guy who thinks 1KG of steel is heavier than 1KG of feathers.

-Lol everyone knows you’ve got a crush on him. Everyone except for him. He just doesn’t think that much about dating or romance or anything like that, unless prompted. His whole life, he’s been forced to focus on hero work, so it’ll take some time for him to get out of that mentality.

-He doesn’t clue in to his feelings for you, not for a while at least. He’d start off pretty indifferent towards you like he was with everyone else, but over time he’d begin to notice that he likes having you around. He feels more relaxed around you, and more inclined to converse and be present and friendly. 

-I think he’d chalk it up to ‘is this what friendship feels like’ meanwhile he’s out here training extra hard in hopes that you’ll see and be impressed.

-Someone will probably have to say something to get him thinking about his feelings for you. Either that, or he accidentally admits to you that he has a crush on you, but he doesn’t know it’s a crush, and you’re just like ‘oh bby’. You’ll have to spell it out for him.

-He finds you after class one day and asks to take a walk around campus to talk, and you’re like ‘okay sounds cool’.

-It’s a little awkward and quiet at first, and eventually you’re like ‘are you okay, did you need to talk about something?’

-And when he turns towards you his cheeks are flushed and he looks uncharacteristically flustered. Then he goes on to tell you how whenever you’re around, his heart beats faster and he gets warm even though his quirk isn’t active, and how he always wants to impress you even though he doesn’t care what other people think.

-He probably admits some really dumb stuff too, like how he still has the pencil you lent him at the beginning of the year, or how he fell on his ass during training because he was too busy staring at you.

-Pls be kind to him when you tell him about feelings. I think it will surprise him for like 0.5 seconds, but then he’ll be like ‘oh that makes sense’ in his usual way.

-Even after all that, you’re gonna have to be the one to ask him on a date. He’ll definitely say yes to you, but would still struggle with asking for himself.

-Anyways, once you guys have gone on a few dates and decide to make it exclusive, it’s a pretty relaxed relationship. He trusts you, so he’s pretty up front about everything, and if he doesn’t know what he’s feeling he’ll let you help him work through it.

-He’s not always clueless though, and he gets a lot better at expressing himself the more time he spends with you and the rest of the class.

-He’s pretty into casual touches, which he figures out after you sit beside him on the couch in the common room and set your head on his shoulder. He’ll ask you in private if you could do things like that more often, and over time he’ll start reciprocating, and it’ll just be a relationship full of head pats and held hands and forehead kisses.

-Also pls cuddle him when it’s just the two of you. Hold him close and run your fingers through his hair. 8/10 times he’ll fall asleep.

-Will want to train with you, and during class exercises he’ll seek you out as a partner/opponent. He wants to learn how to work with you, in case the need ever arises. But he also just wants to spend time with you, and likes watching you be bad ass.

-If you’re upset with him, or not quite feeling so great, please tell him. Don’t give him the cold shoulder, or be like ‘you know what you did’, because he absolutely will not know what he did. Let him know if you have an issue with something he did, from small things like eating the last of your chocolates, to more serious things like accidentally doubting your skill or flirting with other people. Just. Verbalize how you’re feeling.

-This also goes for when he does something good. Tell him when he’s made you happy, or helped improve your mood, or validated your feelings, or smth. It’ll reassure him that he’s being not only a good friend, but a good boyfriend too.

-Also,okay so he has that thing where he looks cool and aloof at first, but is actually soft and big-hearted right? There’s a whole bunch of other things he doesn’t show at first, which you are the first person to experience.

-He’s hella shy about kissing you. He’s pretty chill about PDA like holding your hand and hugging you and stuff like that, but kisses? It’s just such an intimate thing to him.

-Once he figure out he really wants to kiss you, he’s relentless in trying. Probably tries at the most inopportune times though, like at lunchtime and in the middle of class. Don’t be too mad at him, it’s the only thing his brain cell can concentrate on.

-So much so that he takes a hit during training and falls flat on his back. And you’re like ‘oh shit??’ and rush over to him once he doesn’t get up right away. You kneel over him and ask him if he’s alright, gently touching his cheek to try and calm him.

-And he just stares up at you because you look like an angel. Deadass blurts out ‘I want to kiss you so badly’ without a second thought, and smiles his little smile when you get flustered.

-And that’s how your first kiss happens, in the middle of an arena with your whole class watching. Aizawa probably scolds you.

-All in all, I think he’d be a pretty good boyf. He’d need some patience at first, and a lot of verbal affirmation and open communication, but that’s a good thing to practice in any relationship. He loves you a lot and is devoted and caring and always willing to fight for you.

Bakugou Katsuki

-God, okay, definitely the shoutiest boyfriend. He’d probably be pissed af when he realizes he’s catching feelings for you. He’s definitely not verbal about his feelings, but he’s not stunted like Todoroki is. He knows what he’s feeling, he just doesn’t like it.

-He thinks you’re a distraction to him, and probably takes it out on you. After all, if you hate him then it’ll be easier to let go of you and he won’t have to deal with you being around him.

-Sike tho, either he makes you sad and instantly feels guilty about it (which he hates), or he makes you Big Mad and you serve him his ass on a silver platter. Both ways, he’s not able to make you dislike him, and he only ends up liking you more.

-He’ll calm down after a couple weeks though, and come to terms with the fact that this is his life now and that he’s gonna have to deal with the annoying heart palpitations he gets whenever you’re around.

-Though a bonus I guess is his palms also get sweaty when you’re nearby, which means more explosions. Which we all know is a good thing for boom boy.

-Over time, he begins to slip up, and you begin to notice. His gaze lingering on you during training and during class, his lack of insults towards you, just generally being less unpleasant when he knows you’re around. Some of your classmates have also picked up on it, but none of them have really put two and two together.

-You have, though, and you know he won’t be the one to make a move. So you corner him one evening outside the dorms and confront him about it. He vehemently denies it, but all it takes is for you to look at him and he huffily admits it.

-Nothing is really agreed upon right then and there, but as the days and weeks pass, you pretty much just end up dating. You spend more time together, studying or training or goofing off. Well...he doesn’t really goof off, but he sits nearby while you do. You even convince him to come to game night with the bakusquad and -after much poking and prodding- he even plays a couple rounds of mario kart. 

-He either wins or he accuses everyone of cheating. It’s funny to watch.

-He doesn’t really know how relationships work, so be patient with him also while he figures it out. If you’re mad at him, don’t try to act snide about it because it’ll just end up blowing up in your faces. He might grumble if you tell him outright, but overall he’ll try to fix it. He’s a ride or die boyfriend, and however temperamental he is, he hates making you sad.

-Also he’ll never say it out loud, but he loves cuddling you. He’s pretty strict about not showing his softer side in public, so most of your more affectionate gestures are behind closed doors. Sometimes he’ll just show up at your dorm room, slam the door shut, and flop down on your bed. This is his way of saying ‘i feel like shit, come pet my hair’. 

-Most of his needs are conveyed nonverbally, so you’ll have to learn how to speak Bakugou.

-The only time he’s ever told you what he wanted out loud is when you guys had your first kiss. He was noticeably tense throughout the day, so after class you pulled him aside and asked him what was up.

-You hadn’t expected him to turn tomato red and mutter that your lot of friends had been teasing him earlier about kissing, and his lack of experience. You asked him if he wanted you to go kick their asses, and he was like ‘no, i want you to kiss me’.

-Cue both of you being flustered. But it lead to a really sweet kiss, soft and surprisingly gentle and thoughtful. 

-He’s more open about kissing you publicly, if not for the fact that he’s low key addicted, then definitely because it sort of lays his claim on you without being too mushy. But those kisses will be shorter and cooler than the ones you share behind closed doors.

-When it’s just the two of you though? He’s got you held close while your lips meet, fingertips sliding across your jaw and arm held fast around your waist. Those are the kisses that lead to heated makeouts usually.

-All in all, also a good boyfriend. Abrasive and loud, but loyal and smart and willing to explode everyone if it would make you happy. He calms down over time once he gets used to the relationship, while still maintaining an air of pride. Will never hesitate to brag about you, and will affectionately shout compliments at you whenever he feels like it.

Aizawa Shouta sleepiest dad

-Anyone who knows him knows that he’s got a busy life. Between teaching and being a pro hero, he probably doesn’t have a lot of down time. So you have to be okay with him having so much work.

-He doesn’t mind if you miss him during the days, in fact he would be mildly off put if you didn’t miss him (at least a little), but you can’t be someone who would try and make him change his schedule permanently to give you more attention.

-A day or two off here and there? Sure, the occasional lazy day break is nice and also reasonable, but I don’t think it would work out if you were super clingy.

-It probably gets a little difficult when the dorm system is implemented at the school, since he’s there overnight most of the time now. I think that’s one area where he’d be willing to try and implement a better system, whether it be having you on campus with him during the nights, or allowing him to head back home.

-Because as busy as he is, he’s not a neglectful partner. Even if he’s dead tired when he comes home, he’ll always take the time to greet you and sit with you and ask you about your day and tell you about his. He’ll lay back on the couch with you across his chest, and listen to you tell him about all the dumb shit you’d witnessed throughout the day.

-He’s a little rigid about PDA, mostly because his friends tease him and he doesn’t want to risk any of his students seeing (lest the also tease him), but he’s fine with casual affection. Walking with your arm tucked around his, hugs, chaste kisses, that sort of thing. He’s an adult in a relationship, he’s not gonna deny you any of those things just because he’s shy (though he will never admit that).

-Despite his outward uncaring appearance, he’s actually really intense, and feels a lot. He’s an emotional person, he’s just really good at keeping it on the down low. So you’d have to be pretty good at reading him in order to get him to open up, but also not push him too hard. Let him know that you know he’s stressed about something, but give him the room to make the choice in coming to you.

-He’s a pretty low maintenance boyfriend. He doesn’t need all the bells and whistles and fancy dates. He’s fine making dinner together and then hanging out to watch a movie, or maybe occasionally going out for a drink or a walk. What he cares about most is spending time with you, and just getting to be around you.

-But he is still perpetually tired, so he’ll be most happy on his own couch. Dinner and movie nights often lead to cuddles, which often lead to soft kisses, and then more heated kisses, and then hands touching you everywhere.

-It’s very easy to get carried away when he kisses you. Unless you’re in public, even the smallest kiss could snowball into a good romp, granted you have the time. He’s intense and firm, but his lips are warm and pliant, and he kisses you the way he needs oxygen; desperately and absolutely.

-Arguably the best boyfriend, but maybe i’m biased because he’s my type lol. He doesn’t ask for a lot, but requires your respect on the few things he needs, and in return he’ll be there for you when he can. And when he’s there? His attention is solely on you, all his thoughts and energy. He’s quiet and patient and loving, and behind closed doors he’s pretty affectionate. If he’s dating you, then it isn’t just something casual; he’s already seen that you’re someone worth putting his time and energy into. By the time he asks you out, he’s probably already in love with you.

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a piece of you — taehyung+jungkook (m.)

taehyung/reader/jungkook | smut, fluff | abo!au, camcouple!au

wordcount: 13.9k

contents: sex work (cam porn), dirty talk, dom/sub themes, pussy spanking, knotting, degrading names (bitch mostly), praise kink, tae is whipped, cam sex, threesome, voyeurism (tae watches), brief handjob, slight biting, theres a slight fight for dominance between taekook, creampie, masturbation, possessiveness, accidentally ruined orgasm, humiliation, jk is a bit gay for tae tbh, lots pet names, use of Alpha and Omega titles, blowjob, fingering, orgasm denial, light cum play, squirting

— synopsis: your alpha boyfriend does cam porn and convinces you to join him one night. somehow, there seems to be a fan of the two of you on campus.

note: this has like 5 fuckin smut scenes and was honestly mostly an excuse to write both a camcouple!au and abo smut...also i write a lot of taekook idk why

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"I'm thinking of streaming tonight," Taehyung was panting as he jogged up behind you, adjusting the strap of his backpack on his shoulder.

"Oh?" you turned your head to let him press a soft kiss to your cheek before he took your hand in his.

"Yeah, did you have anything you wanted to do tonight instead? I can do it another day," he offered.

You smiled, shaking your head, "No, you can do it."

"Awesome," he squeezed your hand, beginning to swing them between your bodies.

Taehyung and you talked the whole way back to your apartment — a short trek since you got one as close to campus as you could. He explained the upcoming test he had in Chemistry and how much he was dreading it — debating on getting a tutor so his already low grade wouldn't drop more.

You pulled your keys from your pocked as you approached your door. Taehyung slipped by as you pushed the door open, toeing his shoes off before making a beeline for the bathroom.

As you heard him start the shower, you went to the kitchen to make some ramen. He preferred the burning, hot spicy flavor but you didn't so made his first.

Just as it finished cooking, he entered the kitchen toweling his hair off. He was dressed in sweatpants and you could tell he had nothing on beneath them.

"Ah, you're an angel," he gasped dramatically as you put the bowl down in front of him as he sat at the table.

The two of you ate together, sharing casual conversation as you did so. The time was ticking down to when Taehyung would usually start his live stream so he quickly finished, pressed a kiss to the top of your head before finally disappearing into the bedroom.

As you finished your own dinner, you heard the blow dryer turn on. Placing the bowls in the sink, you vowed to wash them later before heading to the bathroom to shower as well.

You used some of Taehyung's body wash instead of your own, knowing your scent mixed with his would drive him crazy during his livestream.

When you entered the bedroom, Taehyung was sitting on the bed, the camera set up and the laptop sitting on a table at the end of the bed. His eyes were glued to the screen, presumably reading comments.

He glanced up when you entered, a small smile playing on his face. You wore just a towel and opted to wear one of his t-shirts, knowing he enjoyed it. The act of watching him live stream to thousands of people while you sat out of view just teasing him with your presence — it riled him up and made the stream that much better.

Sitting on the chair near the window, you pulled your knees to your chest as a light chill ran through you. Your hair was still wet so you continued to pat it dry as taehyung officially began.

"Ah, we're quite split between alpha and omega viewers today aren't we?" Taehyung said as he knelt on the bed.

He was still just in his sweatpants but you could tell he was growing hard beneath them. The sight of you in his clothes and your scent mixed with his was no doubt aiding his arousal.

"As usual...your tips are highly appreciated and if you're new; there is a list on the side bar with tip goals. As we reach each tip...each option becomes unlocked!" he grinned into the camera and sat back, a brow raised as the tips began to pour in.

You stood up, motioning to taehyung that you'd be right back. He smiled and gave a small nod before he began to read some comments.

You wandered into the kitchen, locating your phone on the counter. You snatched it up and went back to the bedroom.

Once you stepped inside, you were knocked breathless for a second. Taehyung was leaning back, bottom lip caught in his teeth as he stroked himself through his sweats. His eyes flicked to you once you stepped into the room and you could see him inhale deeply, his lashes fluttering.

You bit back a smile and returned to your chair, Taehyung's eyes following you the whole way. Sitting down, you crossed one leg over the other and got comfortable while taehyung continued to flirt with the viewers.

You unlocked your phone and logged into the website to view Taehyung's stream. Immediately, your phone was filled with the comments of the viewers.

Your boyfriend was definitely one of the more popular cammers around. Symbols indicating Alpha and Omega blurred by with a yellow Beta would pop in every once in a while. It surprised you both to know that so many Alphas were interested in watching another Alpha get off.

Compliments flooded in but Taehyung's eyes were focused on you. His tongue slid across his bottom lip as he inhaled, your familiar scent making him smile.

Every move he made was so familiar to you — having experienced his touch for years. His hand reached into his sweats to pull the band down beneath his balls to expose his leaking cock to the cool air in the bedroom. He visibly shivered at the feeling, mouth falling open as he tapped the very tip of himself.

He met your eyes and brought his finger to his lips, popping the digit in his mouth. You clenched your thighs together as he made a show of tasting his own precum.

He smiled, wrapping his fist around the base of his cock and sighed in relief. The slight swell where his knot was so sensitive to the touch his thighs twitched closed at the feeling. His mouth fell open as he began to stroke himself.

Your were lost watching the way his hand moved, precum dripping from the tip. He avoided his knot so as to not overstimulate himself. There had been times he used his knot to ruin his own orgasm — something that sent the viewers crazy. Afterwards, you would sit on your knees and suck him off until he came down your throat. Just the thought of his sweet voice calling you his good girl had you dripping into your panties.

"Fuck..." Taehyung sighed, head falling back as he lifted his hips to fuck into his own fist.

The sight was too much that it had you placing your phone to the side. taehyung glanced at you when he saw the movement, jaw clenched tight as you reached beneath the shirt you wore to pull your panties down your legs.

His grip on his cock tightened as you spread your legs. Baring his teeth, he inhaled deeply to take in the sweet scent of your arousal.

You circled your clit with your finger. Taehyung's eyes were locked on every movement you made. The stream was all but forgotten as he was zeroed in on everything that you were doing. He pumped his cock almost desperately, soft moans of pleasure escaping his pretty lips.

You covered your mouth to stop your own sounds from escaping. taehyung let out a low growl — he wanted to hear you.

"I'm going to cum..." Taehyung huffed, finally returning his view to the computer screen.

Comments flooded in — some teasing him for cumming so quickly and others begging him to let them see him cum.

You halted your own movements to watch him. His thighs trembled as he stopped stroking his cock. His hand wrapped around his knot, cock twitching a couple times before cum finally began to spill from the tip. Mouth falling open, the sweetest whimper fell from his lips as his orgasm ran through him.

Your eyes were locked on his throbbing cock as it drooled cum. Subconsciously, you licked your lips. How you wanted to taste his cum.

Your core was clenching pathetically around nothing as you waited for him to close up his stream. He left his cock out — still hard despite the fact he had cum.

As soon as the laptop was shut, he was off the bed and on his knees in front of you.

"My pretty Omega," he growled, arms wrapping around your thighs to expose your wet cunt to his insatiable mouth.

"A-Al—" you were cut off by his lips catching your sensitive clit.

His tongue was hot as it swirled around the bud. Your mouth fell open at the endless pleasure his mouth brought you.

Taehyung's eyes never left you, even as you grabbed his wrist to bring to your mouth. His fingers, still covered in his cum, were suddenly caught in your mouth. Your tongue swirled over every inch of skin to greedily swallow his cum down.

He growled into your cunt, doubling his efforts on eating you out. The way you were desperate to taste his cum as his cock throbbing once more.

"G-Gonna cum..." you warned as you pulled his fingers free from your mouth.

Taehyung detached his mouth from your bud, making you whine.

"Already?" he raised his brow, making you flush at his teasing, "Watching me get off always makes this sweet cunt wet, doesn't it?"

"L-Love it!" you were trembling as he used his thumb to pull the hood of your clit back, blowing against the exposed bud.

"Love what, Omega?" he growled.

"Love watching Alpha get himself off..." Taehyung grinned at the bashful way the words slipped from your lips.

"Good girl," he cooed.

You didn't have time to appreciate the praise before his tongue was on your clit again. Crying out, you wrapped your hands up in his hair. He didn't mind as you tugged as your thighs trembled around his head.

Your high was growing, making you tremble and cry out his name. Taehyung relished in hearing your pleasure as he felt your bud throb beneath his tongue.

The taste of his cum lingered on your tongue and the image of his throbbing cock drooling for you finally sent you over the edge. Taehyung diligently worked you through the high until you were pushing him off.

He was on his feet in a second, hand wrapped around his cock. You leaned forward, replacing his grip and grinned.

"You didn't knot," Taehyung couldn't respond before you were taking his cock into your mouth.

You moaned around him as you tasted the cum that still lingered of the velvet soft from his earlier orgasm.

"Fuck," he groaned, tangling a hand in your hair, "Let me fuck your mouth, babygirl,"

You nodded, eyes shining as you looked up at him. He grinned, thrusting forward until he hit the back of your throat. Your hands came up to his thighs to hold into him as you felt his cock push past your gag reflex.

Taehyung's cock was big — something he was very aware and proud of. He loved watching you struggle to take all of him. Your throat was tight around his cock and he growled, his grip on your hair beginning to burn. Your eyes were teary but you maintained eye contact, making him grin proudly.

"Such a good girl," he whispered, watching your lashes flutter at the praise.

You let out a soft gasp as he pulled back but quickly wrapped your lips around him once again. His precum lingered on your tongue and you whimpered, gripping the fabric of his sweatpants. Turned on by your eagerness, he pushed back into your throat once again.

Reaching up, you wrapped your hand around the slight swell of his knot. He groaned, trembling at the sensitivity. Instead of fucking into your throat, he used his grip on your hair to force your throat down onto his cock.

You were pliant, letting him use you however he needed. His cock began to throb as he got closer.

"Gonna cum down your throat," he whispered, breathless as the pleasure grew.

You could feel his thighs tense beneath your hands and soon enough, he was pausing his movements. His cock throbbed and you whimpered — he was too deep in your throat to feel him cum but the way he let out a groan let you know he had reached his high. He was still for several seconds before he finally pulled free of your throat.

You let out a heavy breath, releasing your grip on the base of his cock. He wore a cocky smirk as he tucked himself back into his sweatpants.

Swooping down, he pressed his lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His hands gripped your hips as you stood up, pulling your body flush against his. He was so warm, hand sliding softly up your back as he pulled away and smiled at you.

"Wanna shower?" he asked.

"I guess we should..." standing on your tippy toes, your pressed your lips softly to his once again before you separated to make your way to the bathroom.

Fresh out of the shower, the two of you snuggled together beneath the duvet. His scent was all around you, calming you and nearly putting you to sleep. His arm was around you as your head was pressed against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“_______?" he asked, voice thick with lingering sleep. You hummed in response, letting him know you were listening, "Would you ever join me for a cam show?"

You were quiet for a second, taking in the request before sitting up on your elbow to look down at him. In the dim light, you could make out a soft smile on his lips.

"I doubt your viewers would appreciate my sudden appearance...they subscribed to you, not a couple's channel," you shrugged, though you hadn't given him a yes or no.

"They already know you exist," he placed his hand on the back of your head to urge you to lay back down on his chest.

"Do they?" you asked, surprised.

He nodded, "I've mentioned you in passing and stuff..." he pressed a kiss to the top of your head and ran his fingers along your arm, "Would you if they wanted you to join?"

"...Yeah, I think it'd be fun," you smiled as you snuggled back into him. Taehyung nodded and closed his eyes, falling asleep quickly.

The next day you both had off and you were awoken by your boyfriend launching himself into the bed to wake you.

"Wh-What are you doing up so early?" you mumbled into the pillow, letting him know you were alert.

"Here, look!" he tugged your arm until you were sitting on your heels frowning at him.

"What?" you mumbled, squinting as he pushed his phone into your face.

As your eyes adjusted, you realized you were on Taehyung's cam account. The fiery red symbol indicating his Alpha status beside a verified tick was the first thing that caught your eye.

Scrolling down a bit, you found what he no doubt wanted you to see; it was a poll.

"Would my viewers be okay with a stream involving my girlfriend as well?"

"Wow..." you looked at the results 92% were approval.

"So..." Taehyung didn't bother hiding his smile.

"I guess we can give it a try..." shrugging your shoulders sheepishly, you gave him a half smile.

Taehyung swooped down to press his lips to yours, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you close to him.

"You need to brush your teeth," he mumbled, making you roll your eyes.

"You're the one who kissed me," you fired back, making him laugh.

Through the week, you got swamped in school work. You were suddenly given assignment after assignment that ended up taking up all your time and effectively stressing you out.

Taehyung took notice and watched you throughout the week until Friday night when you were sitting at your desk nearly pulling your hair out over the massive block you had over finishing your essay.

"Baby..." he mumbled from the doorway, sighing when you didn't even notice him. He sighed, walking over to you, placing a hand on your back. You jumped and looked up at him, frowning, "You've been at this all day."

"I have to finish," you replied, shrugging as you turned your gaze back to your laptop.

"Take a break, ______," he mumbled, rubbing your back softly.

You sighed, leaning back in the chair, "It's only 9...just give me 3 more hours."

"______," he grumbled when you went back to your computer, ignoring him.

You could feel his patience running thin and usually you wouldn't test him but for some reason, the more irritated he got, the more you wanted to prod. As you continued to ignore him, he stood up straight and stared down at you. You weren't actually paying attention to your computer anymore — too focused on Taehyung standing beside you.

In a split second, his hand was around the back of your neck. You gasped as he made you look back up at him.

"Are you playing games, Omega?" he growled, catching onto your game when he saw the hungry look in your eyes.

"N-No..." you whispered, lying through your teeth.

Taehyung let out a low chuckle, sending a shiver through you. The power he emitted had you dripping into your panties.

"Come with me," he hissed, keeping his grip on you to lead you to the bedroom.

You both paused when you got inside. Taehyung had the streaming equipment up, reminding you that tonight was the night you were meant to do your first live with him. Looking back at Taehyung, you swallowed thickly at the dark look in his eyes.

"Get on the bed," he ordered, finally releasing his hold on you.

Without wasting a second hesitating, you climbed onto the bed and sat on your heels. You squeezed your thighs together as you watched him turn everything on. You appeared on the screen and you felt your heart skip a beat.

The red light turned on indicating you were now live. Immediately, the number of viewers began to go up. The comments flooded in but you were unable to read them due to the speed they were going.

Taehyung stood behind the camera, simply watching you.

"Introduce yourself, babygirl," the smirk on his lips grew as he noticed how nervous you were.

"I...what do I say?" you mumbled, heart racing in your chest.

"How about..." he rounded the camera set up and over to the side of the bed. He was in view but half of him was cut off as he was still standing. Your mouth ran dry when you reached out to wrap his hand around your throat, "You tell them you're my little bitch, huh?"

You gasped at the name, feeling your core burn with arousal as he chuckled at your reaction. He could see the goosebumps rise over your skin and could feel your pulse racing beneath his fingers as he held your throat. Releasing his grip, he motioned to the camera. Your gaze was already becoming glassy as he brought your submissive side out.

"I-I'm V's l-little bitch," you choked out, squeezing your thighs together once more.

Taehyung chuckled, climbing onto the bed behind you, pressing his chest against your back. Wrapping his arms around you, you noticed him place his phone down. When you glanced over, you could see it was open to the stream's comments.

"She's my sweet little Omega," Taehyung introduced properly, gripping your chin and running his thumb over your lips. You opened up and took the digit into your mouth immediately, making him smirk, "I asked how you would all feel about having her join and she agreed so...here we are. Unfortunately, she's been acting a little bad tonight so I'm going to have to punish her."

You whimpered around his thumb and he chuckled, sliding his hand down your clothed body to cup your heat through your sweatpants.

"What do you say..." he took his thumb from your mouth so you would be able to speak, "The highest tipper gets to decide your punishment, hm?"

"But..." you shifted where you sat, leaning more of your weight on him. He wrapped his arms securely around you, pressing his lips to your hair as you thought of what you wanted to say, "How long do we have to wait?"

Taehyung hummed, sliding out from behind you. You whined at the loss of his heat as you watched him sit on the end of the bed in front of the laptop. He clicked around on the screen for a moment and you took a moment to admire how good he looked from behind with his broad shoulders and white t-shirt showing you the barest hint of his back muscles that flexed with his movement. Scooting forward, you press yourself against his back.

You could see him grin from the screen and it made your heart flutter. Sitting up on your knees, you wrapped your arms around him. Your lips found his neck and he sighed, move his head to the side to give your more access to the sensitive skin.

After a moment of clicking and typing, he finally leaned back.

"You're so needy," he commented, making you giggle as you nodded.

"What did you do?" you asked, referring to the stream.

"Right, so everyone..." you both turned your gaze back to the camera set up, "I've set up an auction type of tipping. Basically in the given time limit, you can tip us and whoever gives the highest amount gets to decide the punishment for my little bitch."

"Tae..." you whimpered, feeling him stiffen for a second before he turned around and pinned you to the bed. As he placed his hand over your mouth, eyes narrowed in a sharp glare, you realized what happened — you referred to him by his actual name.

"What did you call me, Omega?" he snarled, making you whimper into his hand.

"Alpha..." your words were muffled but made him grin anyway before he pulled his hand away.

“You're on thin ice, little girl,” he growled, nose to nose with you, “You want to add onto your punishment?”

“N-No, Alpha…” you breathed, body feeling hot for his touch.

“That's what I thought,” he hissed, “You better be good then, huh?”

“I-I will, Alpha!” you shivered at the proud smirk that crossed over his face.

"My good little bitch," he whispered, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, "Are you wet for me?"

"Y-Yes, Alpha..." you keened, arching your back as he slid his hand down your body once again. This time, he slid his hand down your sweats and into your panties. Your breath stuttered at the feeling of his fingers sliding between your folds, spreading you open so he could circle your clit with his middle finger.

"Yes, you are..." he groaned, burying his face in your neck to lick and nip at the fragile skin until you were whimpering and throwing your head back to allow him more access.

"P-Please, T-Alpha..." you begged, gripping his shirt in your trembling hands.

He cooed, pulling back to meet your gaze with soft eyes.You pouted when he pulled his hand from in your panties. He pressed his lips against yours in a gentle kiss that betrayed the dominant Alpha role he was playing. Sitting up, he pulled his shirt off — making you sigh before reaching up to touch his bare skin. He bit back a smile, taking your hand in his and pressing it over his chest where his heart was racing.

"Let's get your shirt off and show everyone your pretty tits, hm?" his voice was still laced with a hint of softness but the dominance in it had you obeying immediately.

Sitting up, you allowed him to pull the fabric over your head so you were bare from the waist up. Taehyung growled, immediately cupping your breasts in his hands. You sighed, pushing your chest out and biting your lip to let him do as he pleased.

He pinched one of your nipples until you hissed before leaning down to take it into his mouth, soothing the soreness away with his tongue. Pulling back, he moved to sit behind you could see yourself on the screen.

Your hair was messed up and your lips were swollen from biting them. Taehyung grinned from behind you as he saw the tips beginning to come even faster.

Of course the viewers would be eager to punish you after seeing his Omega's pretty body. The thought filled him with pride and he couldn't help but lean down to press soft kisses against your neck as he cupped your breasts once more.

"My pretty Omega, huh?" he grinned, watching as the comments flooded with responses and praises towards you, "Bet every Alpha is jealous only I get to see you like this huh? Torture your little nipples and stuff your pretty cunt..."

Your mouth fell open in a breathless whine at his words, your panties beginning to stick uncomfortably to you because of how wet they'd become. Taehyung let out an almost sadistic chuckle that sent a shiver down your spine before you felt his thumbs hook into the band of your sweats. You eagerly lifted your hips, leaning your weight back on him until you were left in your panties.

"Spread your legs, baby," he growled, eyes on the screen to watch you do as you were told.

He groaned against your neck at the sight of your once white panties turned transparent from how wet you were. The fabric molded to your folds, leaving barely anything to the imagination.

He cursed under his breath, grabbing the band of your panties to tear them but you whined and slapped his hand away to stop him. He couldn't help but chuckle as you pulled them off yourself to save the pair of panties from his destructive hands.

Your face burned hot when you suddenly found yourself completely spread open on camera. Taehyung held you beneath the knees, forcing your legs apart so the viewers could see the way your wet folds parted to give the barest peek of your slit and clit.

His cock was painfully hard in his pants but before he could think to go any further, there was a loud chime from the computer. You both paused to look at what it was.

"Ah, your punishment has been decided," he chuckled darkly, feeling you stiffen in his arms.

Of course you knew he wouldn't do anything that could genuinely hurt you or something he knew you were uncomfortable with. Still, the aspect of an outside voice being the decision in your punishment made your heart stutter.

"Well well..." the excitement in your boyfriend's voice had a pit forming in your stomach, "Looks like my little bitch is going to get her little cunt spanked."

You felt yourself clench pathetically around nothing, no doubt gushing more arousal. Taehyung manhandled you into the same position you were in with your back to his chest and your legs spread obscenely wide to show your wet folds.

He hummed, cupping your core and spreading you open with two fingers. Your face was hot with embarrassment listening to the way he told the viewers how pretty your pussy was. His digits gathered your wetness and he took a moment to circle your clit until he could hear your breathing pick up.

Then, as you were lost in the growing pleasure he brought his hand down in a sharp smack that had your body stiffening in shock. It stung, leaving a burn in the wake of the impact. He found your clit once again, giving a sharp slap to your thigh when your legs flinched closed in fear of another hit.

"Hold your legs open," he ordered, waiting until you hooked your arms under your own knees — leaving your pussy vulnerable for another smack.

Taehyung didn't waste another second in giving you on. It made you hiss as the burn of the previous hit still lingered. He didn't bother trying to soothe the ache now, instead supplied another hit directly to your clit.

Your eyes rolled back at the painful pleasure it caused when he hit your bud. A series of quick slaps rained down on your pussy until you finally cried out.

"Ah, good girl..." he whispered in your ear, running his fingers over your folds to soothe the ache, "Took your punishment like such a good little bitch."

"Alpha..." you sniffled, your watery eyes finally vanishing along with the hits.

"I think you deserve a reward now, huh?" his voice was soft once again with your punishment over. He pressed a kiss to your temple when you eagerly nodded your head, "How about I make my sweet Omega cum."

Licking your lips, your body relaxed against him when his touch found your clit again. His touch was experienced and familiar, making you sigh in pleasure.

"Alpha, please..." you whined, looking up at him, "P-Put your fingers inside please."

"So polite...good girl," he cooed, easily sliding two fingers into your entrance.

There was a burn, his fingers were big and he'd gone with two immediately but you both knew that you loved when it hurt a bit. He let out soft moans in your ear as he watched your cunt eagerly swallow his fingers. Every time he pulled out, he could see the way your juices clung to his skin and he felt his mouth water at the thought o tasting you.

Angling his fingers up, he found your spot with quick ease, having memorized your body even better than you. You hips kicked up in response, abandoning your hold on your knees to grip onto his arms.

Your nails dug into his skin, though he didn't really notice the slight pinch. He was too focused on the way your walls fluttered around his fingers with your impending orgasm. He found your clit with his other hand, giving a few quick circles to your bud before you came. He continued to fuck you with his fingers, milking every second of your high until your legs clamped shut around his hand to stop the overstimulation.

"Shit, you're such a good girl," he whispered, bringing his fingers to his mouth. The groan he let out with your sweet cum met his tongue was lewd — making your cheeks burn.

"Alpha," you sighed, sitting up to finally separate yourself from him.

He grinned, gripping your hips as you stood on your knees, using his shoulders as support to press a sweet kiss against your lips. The two of you sat like that, lips moving eagerly together as his hands continued to wander your body.

"What is it baby?" he breathed when you pulled away.

"Want your cock, Alpha," you begged, making him groan as his cock twitched in his pants.

"Yeah?" he chuckled, "Alright baby, lay back."

You hurried to get into position, spreading your legs eagerly for him to take his place. He crawled between your legs, hovering over your body with his hands on either side of your head. He pressed his lips against yours, rolling his clothed cock against your sensitive folds. The texture almost hurt but it was so good it had you gasping into his mouth. He grinned against your lips as your reaction before pulling back to rid himself of the final article of clothing.

He wrapped his fist around his cock, stroking himself a couple times to watch you lustfully lick your lips. Running the tip of himself between your folds, he watched your thighs tremble at the tease of having him so close but not where you wanted just yet.

"What do you say, Omega?" he growled, slapping your clit a couple times with the head of his cock.

"Please fuck me, Alpha," you immediately moaned, biting your lip as he finally began to press inside.

"Good girl," he groaned, voice choked by the feeling of your cunt stretching around his cock.

Your eyes fluttered and you were trembling by the time he bottomed out.

"S-So full..." you mewled, making him grin.

"Yeah? Your Alpha's fat cock stuffing you full, huh?" he asked as he pulled back out, feeling your wetness cling to him.

"F-Fuck, yes..." you replied, arching your hips when he sunk back into you.

His cock was hot and throbbing against your walls. As he fucked you, the wet sound of your cunt swallowing him reached his ears. He groaned, the fact you got so wet for him making him even harder.

He leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, making you gasp at the added pleasure. Your breasts bounced in time with his thrusts and you cupped your other one to pinch your neglected nipple.

A sharp nip to the bud made you gasp, your walls clenching around his cock. He grunted, pulling away completely to sit back on his heels. Holding you beneath your knees, he doubled his speed and began to fuck you roughly.

The swell of his knot was forming and your pussy fluttered around him in anticipation. Crying out, your back arched at the burst of pleasure when he hit your spot. He chuckled, his heart swelling with pride knowing everyone watching could see how well he fucked his cute Omega.

"A-Alpha...y-you're gonna make m-me cum..." you whimpered, cupping both of your breasts now.

He grinned, watching you pull and pinch at your nipples, "Yeah? My pretty little bitch wants to cum?"

"Y-Yes, please!" you begged, arching your hips up to meet his thrusts. It made him sink even deeper into you, kissing your cervix and making your eyes roll back.

He reached between your thighs and found your clit with his thumb. The bud was hard and swollen from your previous orgasm. Still sensitive, it didn't take long for you to reach the edge.

"Cum, babygirl," he panted, never letting up on his thrusts, determined to get you to cum, "Cream on my cock, you can do it. Show everyone how pretty you are when you cum on your Alpha's knot."

His words were punctuated by his knot popping into your cunt, setting you off immediately. He cursed, falling forward and catching himself on his hands.

You were lost in the euphoria of your high, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend's shoulders to hold onto him. He groaned into your neck, feeling his knot throb almost painfully as he came. The feeling of his cum filling your cunt made your high that much more amazing — feeling him knot you was unlike anything you'd experienced.

Before long, the two of you were coming down. Taehyung pressed soft kisses to your neck and shoulders before reaching your lips. You were still trembling, walls still spasming around him from the power of your orgasm.

"Such a good girl," he praised against your lips, "My sweet Omega, so pretty..."

You basked in his praise and compliments as they helped your body settle down until his knot deflated enough for him to comfortably pull out. Once he did, he turned back to the laptop with a lazy grin.

"Thanks for watching, I guess," he chuckled, feeling you curl yourself around him from behind, "I've got to hurry and shut this down but thank you for your tips and there will be a poll posted later tonight that you should be sure to check out."

He reached forward and immediately turned the stream off and returned his attention to you. You clung to him, feeling a strong desire to be close with your Alpha. He naturally obliged, wrapping you up in his arms as you laid together on the bed.

With his fingers gently caressing your skin, you let your eyes fall shut to sleep.

“I can’t believe so many people are interested in this becoming a regular thing…” you mumbled as you say on your boyfriend’s lap, his account open on comments about the previous nights stream. Over the course of the weekend you'd gathered up hundreds of comments praising you and asking to see you more — rather solo or more couple streams.

“Pretty cool,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “What do you think?”

“I had a lot of fun so…” you shrugged, looking over your shoulder to smile at him, “I think it'd be nice to do every once in a while.”

“God, I love you,” he grinned, giving you a quick squeeze before you hopped off his lap and left the room.

“Don’t forget we have class at 3,” you called from the hallway as you made your way to the kitchen, intending to cook a quick breakfast.

Throwing you coat on, you jogged down the hallway to meet Taehyung where he was waiting by the door with his car keys in hand. He smiled as you came into view, reaching up to smooth down a stray piece of your hair.

“Ready to go?” he asked, opening the door.

“As I’ll ever be,” you mumbled, wincing as the cold winter air met your warm skin.

You were shivering by the time you made it to the car, waiting for Taehyung to get in and unlock it for you. He was laughing at your pout as you finally sat down and shut the door.

“We need to get that stupid...key thing unlocked,” you whined, referring to the keyfob that had ceased working a few months ago.

“Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” Taehyung mumbled sarcastically as he started the car.

You were dreading getting out of the car when he finally parked on campus. It was beginning to snow, little flurries falling and sticking to the windshield. Pulling the hood of your jacket up, you hopped out of the car and met Taehyung on the other side.

He held his hand out, giving yours a little squeeze when you slipped your fingers between his. He kept a strong grip on you, making sure you didn’t lose your footing on the increasingly slick snow-covered ground.

You and Taehyung shared the first class that day before you ended up separating. By the time you reunited, you were both tired and eager to see one another again.

He was waiting in the campus cafe when you were finally let out of your last class. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you leaned down to press a kiss to his lips before taking a seat across from him.

“Um...excuse me,” a soft voice nervously called from beside you, drawing both yours and Taehyung’s attention.

“Can I help you?” Taehyung asked, eyeing the young man standing there.

He was about the same height as Taehyung with long, curly bangs peeking out from beneath the beanie that sat atop his head. One hand was shoved into his jeans pocket and the other held his backpack on his other shoulder. It took one look at him to know he was an Alpha.

“This...is going to sound weird and I’m sorry but…” the stranger shifted on his feet and his cheeks turned a bit pink, “Are you...V from abocams?”

You and Taehyung shared a look of surprise before looking back at the stranger.

“Yeah,” Taehyung answered honestly, shrugging his shoulders.

“I...I guess you could say I’m a fan. I caught the stream on Friday,” he said, seeming to relax once he knew he had the right person, “I’m Jungkook.”

“Taehyung,” your boyfriend reached out and shook his hand before gesturing to you, “My girlfriend, _____.”

“Nice to meet you,” you smiled, also shaking his hand.

“How about you have a seat, we were just going to order some food,” Taehyung offered, motioning to the empty seat beside you.

“Really? Thanks!” Jungkook grinned, a cute bunny-like smile before pulling the chair out and dropping his backpack on the ground as he took a seat.

“So how old are you, Jungkook?” Taehyung asked as he looked over the flimsy menu before him.

“22 now,” was the response, making Taehyung hum.

“You’re younger than me,” the younger Alpha nodded as if he already knew it — though he probably did since Taehyung’s age was listed on his profile.

You glanced beside you to where Jungkook sat. He smelled good, a delicate scent of perfume wafting from him. He had broad shoulders, a sharp jawline and thick thighs that were encased perfectly by his jeans.

Looking away, you caught Taehyung’s gaze. He had a brow raised and a lazy smirk on his lips, making your cheeks flush at being caught checking out Jungkook.

After the three of you ordered food, you began to talk. Jungkook was surprisingly easy to relax around — he was funny and charismatic. He and Taehyung shared banter like the two of them had been friends for ages. You learned that Jungkook was in his 3rd year of university with a major in graphic design. He lived alone after moving from his home in Busan, having moved to Seoul for college.

When it was time to go, Taehyung asked for his number and you parted ways with a promise of meeting again.

Sure enough, the three of you met up again. Since school was closed for a Student’s Day on Friday, you all went to get some lunch.

It was a quiet, rustic little restaurant near your apartment that had some delicious grilled chicken that made your mouth water. Jungkook was a bit late but you and Taehyung ordered a couple drinks anyway. Your stomach was growling by the time Jungkook came stumbling up to the table.

“Sorry, there was an accident blocking traffic,” he mumbled, taking a seat beside Taehyung. You were left on your own side of the booth, much to your delight.

“It’s fine,” Taehyung waved him off handing him the menu he was no longer using since he’d decided what he wanted.

“Thanks,” the younger grinned, making you smile subconsciously. It was contagious and something about the younger Alpha made you feel happy — he was such a bright, lovely person to have around, “I was wondering if you guys want to get some drinks tonight?”

“We can’t,” you mumbled immediately with a frown.

“We stream Fridays,” Taehyung supplied after seeing Jungkook’s confused face.

“Oh, that’s right...I don’t know how I forgot,” Jungkook chuckled, closing the menu before waving the waiter over.

“Sorry, Jungkook…” you pouted, “Maybe we can go Saturday?”

Before he could answer your invite, the waiter came up and you all got distracted giving you orders. Giving the menus back, you got settled down once again to wait for your food to arrive.

“So…” Jungkook pursed his lips, looking from you to Taehyung, “Can I know what’s going on tonight?”

“We never agreed to spoilers when this friendship started, Jungkook,” Taehyung teased with a wide grin, making Jungkook whine.

“Oh, come on!” the younger whined, sinking lower in his seat.

“It’s another couple stream,” you said, making Taehyung squint a playful glare at you. You giggled and stuck your tongue out at him.

“Oh thank god,” Jungkook whispered, tossing his head back with a sigh.

Surprisingly, there was nothing awkward knowing Jungkook watched the two of you have sex on camera. Nor did it bother either of you that he was openly into it — really into it. Despite the fact you’d become quick friends, it didn’t halt Jungkook fanboy qualities. Taehyung also seemed quite flattered that the younger was obviously also attracted to him.

It wasn’t something unheard of — Alpha-only relationships did exist. They were usually treated as taboo which was probably so many Alphas watched Alpha cammers. It was a safe alternative than the social stigma. Although, with the younger generation, it was definitely becoming a more widely accepted relationship.

Jungkook didn’t seem bothered in the slightest as he was open in the fact he enjoyed watching Taehyung on his own as well. He’d called your boyfriend hot several times and neither of you really batted an eye. He was confident and sure of himself despite his young age.

Before it got too late, you and Taehyung decided to get home so you could prepare for the stream. You bid Jungkook goodbye, blushing when he expressed his excitement for tonight.

Stumbling into your apartment, your heart was racing with excitement. You always felt excitement when you knew you’d get to feel Taehyung’s touch. No matter what, you always craved the Alpha’s rough hands and soft lips on your skin.

It was no different that night when you found yourself on your hands and knees with Taehyung's cock splitting you open. You bit the sheets to muffle your cry as you were fucked into another orgasm.

"Fuck!" Taehyung snarled, slapping your ass to make you flinch, "You're cummin' so much tonight — is it because someone is watching?"

Your cheeks flushed hot at what he was insinuating — and it was true.

The fact Jungkook was watching, maybe fucking his knot into a fleshlight imagining it was you. You moaned at the idea, your walls clenching around your boyfriend's cock making him hiss.

"What're you thinking about, babygirl?" he chuckled, tangling his hand in your hair to pull you up on your knees. With your back pressed against his chest, he was able to whisper in your ear so the mic wouldn't pick it up, "About Jungkook? About how it would feel to have another knot you while I watch?"

"A-Alpha..." you gasped, eyes rolling back s you fucked yourself on his cock.

The position offered a perfect angle for his cock to hit that spot and had you clenching once again. Taehyung chuckled, letting you use his cock how you needed. However, when you reached down to find your clit, he slapped your hand away.

"Don't you dare," he growled, "You better cum like this, slut, punishment for thinking of another Alpha."

You sobbed, hanging your head as you were forced to take it. It felt like you were stuck on the edge, unable to fall over without the sweet touch on your clit. Taehyung chuckled, cupping one of your breasts to pinch your nipple.

It had you gasping but still wasn't enough to get you off. He took sadistic pleasure in hearing you whine and sob as you were kept on edge, creaming on his cock and clenching him so tight he almost couldn't move.

"What is it?" he whispered, seeing the glisten of a tear on your cheek, "Does it hurt?"

"Mhmm," you whimpered, tossing your head back to rest it on your shoulder.

"Aw, poor baby," the condescending tone made your bottom lip tremble but made him grin.

"Please!" you cried, rolling your hips back on him.

"Please what?" he teased, feeling you tremble in his hold.

"L-Let me cum!" you begged, the heat from your denied orgasm becoming painful.

"Aw, poor baby can't cum on her own?" you let out a choked whine of humiliation, "Need your Alpha to make you cum?"

"Yes! Please make me cum!" the desperation in your voice finally set him in motion.

Pushing you down so you face was in the bed once again, he shifted on his knees to finally resume properly fucking you. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream when his hand finally found your clit.

It was impossibly easy to set you off, you trembled and sobbed into the bed. Taehyung grunted in his efforts, feeling your walls clamp down tight around him.

Suddenly, you reached down to slap his hand away from your clit. He frowned, ready to chastise you but the words caught in his throat as he felt the gush of your cum around his cock.

"Shit, baby," he tossed his head back and moaned, "Messy baby, squirting for me...what a good girl!"

His grip suddenly tightened around your hips and you gasped as the sting of his knot stretching your walls. Immediately, you felt the gush of his hot cum against your walls. He pulsed in time to each spurt and he groaned in pleasure as his thighs trembled through the high.

It didn't take long for his knot to go down. When he pulled out, you gasped as his cum dribbled from your still gaping hole. He groaned, catching some on his thumb to smear along your folds.

"God...you're incredible," he whispered, smiling when you curled up on your side.

Turning around, he took a moment to shut the stream off before turning his attention back to you.

Peppering your face with kisses, he let you cling to him to let the high from being knotted by your Alpha wear off.

He always told you it was his favorite part — when you became clingy and needy for his comfort after sex. You were so sweet and soft, it made him proud as an Alpha.

He closed his eyes and rested his head atop yours as you relaxed into his embrace and fell asleep.

“Hey babe!” Taehyung called, wondering where you were at.

You heard his footsteps approaching and turned to look at him from where you were loading the sheets into the washing machine. He was holding his phone as he walked up to you, casually leaning against the wall to watch you for a second.

“What?” you asked, shutting the washing machine to start the cycle.

“Jungkook invited us to a party,” he said, handing you the phone.

From: Jungkook [7:10PM] hey i know its short notice but theres a party tonight i was wondering if u guys wanna go with me?

You hummed, handing Taehyung’s phone back before shrugging, “I don’t mind. We haven’t been to one in ages.”

“Really?” Taehyung grinned, “I’ll let him know!”

“What time?” you asked, following closely behind him as you both went into the bedroom.

“He says 10,” Taehyung answered.

“We’ve got a bit of time then,” you sighed, laying back on the bed.

“That we do…” Taehyung crawled onto the bed and over your body until his lips reached yours, “And I can think of a way to kill an hour.”

“Oh?” you raised a brow, already feeling your body heating up at the dark look in his eyes, “How’s that?”

“Wanna eat your pussy so every Alpha at that party will be able to smell how sweet your cum is,” he growled, making your breath hitch and eyes flutter.

“Please,” you whined, placing your hand on his shoulder to urge him down.

“Ah, my good little Omega,” he grinned as you shivered under the praise.

He flipped your skirt up and groaned at the sight of your cute powder blue cotton panties.

Instead of taking them off, he simply moved them to the side. Groaning at the sight of your wet folds, he felt his mouth begin to water at even the thought of your taste.

Not wasting any time, he leaned forward to slide his tongue between your folds. His eyes rolled back and he wrapped his arms around your thighs to keep your spread open for him. You cried out, tangling your fingers in his hair as he began to eat you like a starving man.

He didn't care that your juices were smearing all over his face. His tongue found its way into your entrance, only slightly fulfilling your need to be filled.

Your back arched and he groaned, pulling back and reaching down to spread your folds. Looking down, you saw his pupils were blown wide and his lips were shining red with your juices and swollen. Using thumb to pull the hood of your clit back, he immediately captured the exposed bud in his mouth.

You pulled on his hair, making his cock twitch in his pants and he began to slowly roll his hips against the bed.

Your breathing stuttered and you found yourself grinding down on his mouth. He groaned, lashing your clit with his tongue to make you tremble. The louder your moans became, the faster he ground down into the bed. His cock hurt, trapped in the suffocating material of his jeans but he was more concerned with making you cum.

Your juices were sweet on his tongue and your clit was pulsing in his mouth, indicating you were growing closer and closer with every second his mouth was on you. Looking down only again, you shuddered at how determined he looked — he was desperate to taste your cum on his tongue.

Finally, your whole body froze.

Taehyung whimpered into your cunt, his own his taking over him as he came in his jeans. His felt his cum, hot on his own skin as he continued to hump the bed until he couldn't take it anymore.

His tongue never let up on licking and sucking on your clit as you came. You trembled and gushed sweet cum that he eagerly caught with his tongue and swallowed down with a moan.

He pulled away he felt your hand go lax in his hair. He sat on his heels looking at you as he licked his lips and collected every drop of you he could from his face to taste.

You squeezed your thighs shut, still throbbing in the aftermath of your orgasm. Taehyung watched you with a proud smirk.

"Now I have to change my panties..." you panted, finally relaxing completely against the bed.

"No you don't," your boyfriend grinned, making you roll your eyes.

You were still feeling the excitement from having Taehyung eating you out by the time you stepped foot into the party.

“Hey, you guys!” Jungkook grinned, bounding over to you happily. He had a red cup in his hand and it was clear he had already been drinking before you arrived. Without wasting a second he shoved the cup into your hand and urged you to drink.

Sharing a look with Taehyung, you shrugged and took a few big gulps before handing it to Taehyung who downed the rest of it. Jungkook laughed happily and urged both of you to follow him to the kitchen.

“This is my friend’s house,” he explained as he grabbed a bottle of vodka and filled the cup back up, “If you want, we can just hang out in one of the rooms.”

“Sure, I don’t know anyone here anyway,” Taehyung took your hand and you both hurried to follow after Jungkook.

The younger held the mostly full bottle of vodka in one hand and the half-filled red cup in the other as he ran up the stairs two at a time. He smiled triumphantly as he waited at the top for you two to catch up. Finally, he picked a room that he had to unlock with a key, ushering you both inside before he turned around and locked it once again.

You looked around, seeing it was a TV room. It had a big screen on the wall and a big, comfy L-couch situated in the middle of the room with several throw pillows and blankets to use.

“Have a seat, my friends,” Jungkook motioned to the couch as he placed to bottle and cup on the table. He flopped back and put his feet up, grabbing the remote to turn the TV on.

You reached forward as you took a seat, grabbing the red cup to take a few sips. Taehyung took a seat beside you, throwing his arm over your shoulder to hold you close. Jungkook was Netflix surfing for a few minutes before settling on Archer.

The three of you sat in relative silence as you shared the cup of vodka, occasionally filling it back up until you were pleasantly buzzed.

You laughed at a scene on Archer, unaware of the gaze burning holes through you. Beneath your ear, Taehyung’s heart sped up as he watched Jungkook’s tongue slide over his bottom lip before he tucked it between his teeth.

Alcohol always made you feel sleepy, so you snuggled up against Taehyung with a small smile on your lips. He leaned down and pressed a kiss against your head.

“Hey Kook,” he said, making the younger break his gaze from you, “Hand me a blanket.”

“Oh, sure,” he mumbled, turning around to grab the one thrown over the back of the couch behind him.

When he reached out to hand it to Taehyung, he paused, “Oh, just lay it over her for me,” Taehyung smiled.

Jungkook swallowed thickly and moved forward, placing the blanket over your curled up form. He smoothed it down and Taehyung noted how his hands lingered for just a second too long before he returned to his seat. If Taehyung was any closer, he would have heard the younger Alpha’s heart pounding erratically.

“Hey Tae…?” he said suddenly, bringing Taehyung out of his thoughts. He hummed, turning his gaze to Jungkook, “I’ve been curious,” his words were slurred from the alcohol and he paused to take another sip, “How is it that you can be so cool with just...sharing her with the world? I mean...she’s your Omega…”

Taehyung shrugged, glancing down at you, “She’s not my property and as long as she’s not cheating...she’s free to do anything she wants as long as it’s in a safe environment.”

Jungkook lets out a soft hum, his head lolling drunkenly, “If she was mine, I’d never let anyone see that side of her. Omega’s too precious to let just any asshole jerk off to…”

Taehyung smiled softly, stroking your hair as you slept away on his chest.

It was nearing 1:30 in the morning before Taehyung decided he wanted to go home. He and Jungkook had watched a Pirates of the Carribean movie to pass the time and sobered up in the meantime.You had also managed to sleep your drunkenness off, though you hadn’t drunk as much as they had.

Stumbling into the house, Taehyung was surprised to find himself pinned to the wall with your lips on his. He groaned, tangling his hand in your hair as you slipped your hand down the front of his jeans to grip his cock. He growled, feeling himself quickly harden as the scent of your arousal pooling in your panties reached his nose.

He eagerly reciprocated your excitement, hiking up your skirt to tear your panties down your legs. You shivered as his nails scraped along your skin, a little prick of pain in the pleasure. His fingers found your folds, wet and ready for him.

“What’s got you excited, little slut?” he growled, plunging two long fingers into your painfully empty cunt. 

Your breathing stuttered and you clutched the front of his shirt as he easily found your sweet spot, abusing it until you were squirming against him and your slick was dripping down his wrist. He chuckled, leaning down to press his lips against your neck. 

“Please,” you breathed, reaching down to undo the button and zipper of his jeans.

“Tell me why you’re so fucking needy first,” he snapped, clenching his jaw as you pulled his cock free, wrapping your little fist around him and squeezing. 

“I-I…” you whimpered, pumping him slowly, “I don’t know…”

“You don’t know?” he scoffed, pulling his fingers from your dripping cunt and bringing them up to slide into your mouth. You whimpered at your own taste and felt his cock throb in your hand, “I think you do.”

“I-I don’t,” you whispered, eyes falling to the fat head of his cock as it peeked through your fist.

“You know what I think?” he asked, a smirk forming on his lips, “I think little Jungkookie got your little pussy wet.”

You swallowed thickly, giving his length a subtle squeeze, “I…”

“I’m right, huh?” he chuckled, taking your hand from his cock.

You gasped as he suddenly lifted you from the back of your thighs, pinning you against the wall. Your cunt, opened from Taehyung’s fingers, was positioned over his tip. He could see the way your gaze darkened in desire at having him so close.

“Tell me,” he commanded, prodding your hole. You squirmed, whimpering impatiently, “Tell me you got wet because of Jungkook.”

“Alpha, please,” you whined.

“Don’t try that with me,” he snapped, making you frown, “Tell me and I’ll fuck you.”

“I…” you licked your lips, looking down at the cock you were so desperate for, “I-I got wet because of Jungkook.”

“That’s my good girl,” he chuckled darkly before his hips surged forwards and filled you to the hilt.

You both groaned in unison at the feeling. You were immediately grinding down on him, needing him to move. He clenched his teeth as he set a hasty pace, the both of you knowing it was going to just be a quickie. Still, you were dripping down his length and soaking the cotton of his boxers. 

“F-Fuck!” you cried out, wrapping your arms around his neck. He panted against your shoulder with the exertion of his pace. 

“You gonna cum already?” he scoffed, tone condescending, “Can’t believe little Jungkookie got you this riled up without even doing anything. Little whore, getting wet over other Alphas…”

His words had you coming undone, twitching in his grasp as you gushed around his cock. He hissed at how tightly you squeezed around him, halting his movement until the rhythmic clenching of your walls had him cumming. You whined in disappointment when you realized he hadn’t knotted, making him chuckle.

“My sweet Omega,” he cooed, letting your legs down while supporting your weight until you could properly walk, “Let’s get washed up and in bed.”

Watching you sleep, Taehyung thought about the look in your eyes when he talked about Jungkook. Biting back a smirk, he rolled over and wrapped himself around you.

When he woke up in the morning, he called up Jungkook before you even woke up. Before he left, he let you know through your sleep hazed mind that he was going to hang out with the other Alpha.

Taehyung hopped in his car and followed the GPS to the address Jungkook had sent him. It was a small apartment complex that the younger lived in and easy enough to get in and find Jungkook’s place.

“Hey!” he greeted as Jungkook let him in.

It was a modest, lightly decorated apartment. There was a blanket piled on the couch indicating that was probably where he had been sitting before he arrived.

“Hey, what brings you over so early?” Jungkook asked, hanging Taehyung’s coat on the wall hook.

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” the words had Jungkook pausing and turning to look at his friend.

“Oh? What’s up?” Jungkook shifted on his feet as he watched Taehyung lean back casually against the wall with his hands in his pockets.

“It’s about ______,” those words had Jungkook freezing.

“Wh-What about her?” he asked, fidgeting with the fabric of his couch as he leaned against the back of it in hopes of matching Taehyung’s casualness.

“I know you like her,” Taehyung said, “Why wouldn’t you, though? She is just perfect isn’t she?” he took sick amusement in watching his friend scramble for a way to defend himself, “You’ve seen her on her knees sucking my dick...you’ve seen her face when I make her cum...the way she begs for cum and a knot.”

He grinned, stepping up to Jungkook’s trembling frame. He knew the boy was hard in his sweats simply remembering all the things Taehyung talked about.

His eyes fluttered and he licked his lips, “Y-Yeah she...she’s great…”

Taehyung chuckled, shaking his head before playfully shoving his friend’s shoulder. Jungkook’s doe eyes were wide in confusion, “You’re so cute, Kook.”

“Wh-What’re you talking about?” Jungkook’s voice was shaky, still nervous from Taehyung’s protective demeanor.

“I was just teasing you,” Taehyung shrugged, “I actually came over here to ask if you wanted to have a threesome.”

Jungkook shoulders relaxed and his face went blank. He stared at your boyfriend for several seconds, blinking repeatedly as he processed the words.

“Huh?” was all he could conjure up.

Taehyung chuckled, “I know she thinks you’re hot too so I figured why not?”

“Dude…” Jungkook heaved a big sigh, hanging his head, “I thought you were going to fucking kill me!”

“Nah,” Taehyung shook his head, “I get it if you think she’s hot or you wanna bang her. I’m not mad about it.”

“She um...she wants to have a threesome as well?” Jungkook asked, almost nervously.

“I haven’t asked her but…” he chuckled, licking his lips, “I brought you up to her last night and...she seemed interested in fucking you.”

“Whoa…” Jungkook smiled, “If she’s down and you’re cool with it then...hell yeah!”

“Perfect,” Taehyung patted his friend on the shoulder, “I’m going to raid your kitchen because I haven’t eaten anything yet today.”

“Where were you all day?” you asked when he stepped through the door.

“I told you I was with Jungkook,” your boyfriend replied as he slipped his shoes off.

“Yeah I know but like...why?” you turned around when he entered the kitchen, where you were making dinner.

“Wanted to proposition him,” Taehyung shrugged, opening the refrigerator to pull out a can of Coke.

“Oh? How’d that go?” you stirred the sauce in the pan while Taehyung took a seat behind you at the table.

“He agreed,” Taehyung smirked into his soda can when you turned around with a brow raised.

“Care to share with the class?” you mumbled, placing the lid on the pan before taking a seat beside him.

“Well,” he leaned forward, his face inches from yours with that smirk still on his lips, “I asked how he would feel about having a threesome with us.”

“Taehyung!” you gasped, smacking his shoulder before dissolving into laughter, “You did not!”

“I did!” Taehyung began laughing with you, “I scared him as well...made him think I was pissed he wanted to bang you. He was shaking.”

“Tae!” you cried, “You’re so mean!”

“I know but I couldn’t resist!” he defended himself, taking your hand before you could smack his shoulder again. You sighed, a smile still on your lips as he pressed a kiss to your palm, “He agreed so...all I need to know is if you’re on board or not.”

“Of course I agree,” you rolled your eyes.

Before either of you could say anything else, the timer on your stove went off and you both moved to get dinner on the table.

Taehyung moves fast, and he wasted no time in setting everything up.

You were getting ready to stream in just a few hours with Taehyung when the doorbell rang. Since you were closer to the door, you answered it. The surprise you felt when you were met with the bright eyes of Jeon Jungkook had you stunned.

“Wh-What are you doing here?” you asked, waving him in.

“Tae invited me,” he answered easily, hanging up his coat and kicking his shoes off.

“Why?” you frowned when you received only a shrug in response.

“Ah good, you’re here!” Taehyung grinned, walking out of the hallway shirtless.

Jungkook took a moment to admire the smooth expanse of tan skin before questioning the elder on what was going on.

“We’re going to have our threesome,” you gaped at his words speechless before Jungkook spoke up.

“Aren’t you streaming tonight?” he asked, which Taehyung nodded at, “So...how are we doing it tonight?”

“We’re doing it live!” Jungkook choked on his spit at the words, eyes darting to you quickly.

Your lips were pursed in a pout before you folded your arms over your chest and glared at your boyfriend, “When did we decide this?”

“Hey, if I’m gonna let him fuck my Omega…” he shot a quick look towards Jungkook, who held his hands up in defense, “I’m at least going to make some money off it,” he watched your face carefully and waited for a response but when he didn’t get one, he took your hand in his, “If you don’t want too—”

“No, I’m good with it,” you looked towards Jungkook, “Are you? It’ll be your first time on camera, right?”

“I um...I actually really like the idea…” he confessed, cheeks turning pink.

“Great, it’s settled then!” Taehyung grinned, “Jungkook you can use our bathroom to freshen up while we get the setup running.”

Truthfully, he didn’t really need your help. You sat on the bed watching as he set the camera up and connected it to the laptop.

You were practically vibrating in excitement by the time you saw yourself on the screen.

"You're starting now? Without him?" you asked softly just as the red light turned on to indicate you were now live.

The number of viewers quickly jumped and excited comments flooded in about how they had missed you and where Taehyung was.

"Yeah, why not?" Taehyung chuckled, stepping out from behind the camera, "It can be a nice surprise."

You giggled as he dropped on his knees in front of the bed. The back of his head and shoulders were in view as he began to pepper kisses along the skin of your calves and thighs.

"You look so cute in my clothes," he chuckled, referring to the hoodie you were wearing.

"They smell like you," you mumbled, making him smile against your thigh.

He gave you a soft bite before reaching up to find the hem of your shorts that were obscured by the length of his hoodie.

Tossing them away, he cupped your core through your panties. You sighed, biting you bottom lip and leaning back to let him stroke your slit through the fabric. It was a bit rough on your clit but the texture added to the pleasure.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and Jungkook stood there with a towel wrapped around his waist looking a little sheepish.

"I uh...didn't have spare...what're you doing?" he blinked owlishly as he stepped forward to see past the camera set up to find Taehyung on his knees.

"Kook..." Taehyung smiled, waving him over, "We started without you, sorry."

"I-It was his idea..." you mumbled, stuttering as Taehyung lightly slapped your folds through your panties before standing up.

"Everyone, we have an even sweeter treat tonight," Taehyung grinned, tugging Jungkook into the frame and pushing him down to sit beside you, "This is Kook, he's an Alpha and he's going to be fucking my Omega."

You looked to Jungkook, who froze where he sat. His eyes were wide and he looked almost scared but you could see the way he was getting hard beneath the towel.

"I-I am?" he stuttered out, making Taehyung chuckle.

"Of course, what did you think we were doing?" you wanted to chastise your boyfriend for teasing the younger but stayed quiet.

It seemed that Jungkook easily took the offer as he turned to look at you. He cupped your jaw and drew you in for a kiss. It was soft and sweet, he was tasting you for the first time. He wanted to experience a gentle kiss with you and you eagerly allowed him that.

Taehyung huffed out a small laugh as he backed away from the two of you. He took his seat in the comfortable chair near the bed, keeping his eyes on the two of you.

Beneath the tight fabric of his dark wash jeans, Taehyung's cock was painfully hard. Watching how excited Jungkook was for his Omega excited him, filled him with pride. He knew how desirable and perfect his Omega was and it made him feel so lucky to have you as his.

Jungkook's behavior changed quickly and you suddenly found yourself pinned beneath his weight. His fingers slid beneath the heavy fabric of your hoodie up. He paused just before your breasts came into view, dipping his head down to press his lips against your skin. Goosebumps rose following the path of his feather-light kisses.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed your hoodie off, letting out a soft curse as your breasts came into view. He wasted no time tossing the hoodie towards Taehyung. The elder chuckled as the fabric met his face before he chucked it on the ground and settled his gaze back on you.

Jungkook's lips found your right nipple, making you keen. He groaned against your breast as you tangled your hand into his hair and tugged. His towel came undone and fell, exposing his dripping cock. Taehyung's own heart stuttered in his chest at the sight and he had the urge to wrap his fist around the younger and have him whimpering beneath his control.

But alas, it wasn't his turn.

"Please, Kook," you whined, making Jungkook groan. He wished he could hear you calling him 'Alpha' — but it was an impossible desire.

"What is it, baby?" he asked, panting against your breast before giving that fragile skin a soft nip.

"Please touch me," you begged, arching your hips to meet his throbbing cock.

He groaned, whispers of profanity escaping his lips as he eagerly stripped you down completely bare. Spreading your legs, he felt his cock drool at the sight of your slick coated folds.

His thumb met your slit, collecting your arousal on the digit to bring to his lips. He whimpered at the taste, his eyes rolling back in his head.

"Please, make me cum," you asked, biting your lip as you reached down and spread yourself open.

Jungkook's mouth fell open at the sight of your dripping hole and hardened clit that was clearly aching for his touch.

"I don't think so, baby," he chuckled, gripping beneath your knees to pin your thighs open. Your folds spread obscenely and he slid the head of his cock against you. Your thighs trembled as he drug the thick vein on the underside over your clit, "You're going to cum on my cock, got it?"

"Y-Yes," you whispered, meeting his gaze as he reached down to grip his own cock.

Neither of you breathed as he sunk into your clenching cunt.

"Shit..." Jungkook breathed, eyes rolling at the feeling of you squeezing around him.

You were hot and tight around him, felt better than he could have dreamed. From the sidelines, Taehyung squeezed his own cock through his jeans. He was painfully hard and fuck if seeing Jungkook's fat cock spreading you open didn't make him throb. His boxers were no doubt soaked from his own arousal.

Jungkook immediately set a pace that had you crying out. Your breasts bounced in time to his thrusts and he couldn't help but cup on in his hand. As he pinched your nipple, he felt you clench around him. You were soaking his cock, in your slick — it smells so sweet that he was beginning to regret not taking the time to eat you out.

Maybe Taehyung would let him have a taste later.

At the thought of your boyfriend, he looked over at the elder. His hand was stroking himself over his jeans and his eyes were lidded. Instead of watching him, his eyes were on you. It irked Jungkook. He wanted Taehyung to look at him.

"A-Ah, please—" you choked out, clawing the flawless skin of his back, leaving angry red marks.

Jungkook groaned, leading down and pressing his lips against yours. You whimpered into his mouth, clutching onto him. Peering down to where his cock was stuffing you full, his pace stuttered at the juices you were drooling around him.

"My cock's big huh?" Jungkook growled in your ear.

You nodded, "F-Feels so good."

"Yeah?" the Alpha chuckled, casting another glance towards Taehyung where he was sat casually in the chair still. It irritated him that the elder looked completely unbothered by the sight of another Alpha balls deep in his Omega. He wanted to rile him up, see him for the Alpha he really was — get his attention, "Bigger than Tae's? Hm?"

You gasped in shock but still couldn't help but clench around his cock in response, making him laugh.

From the chair, Taehyung's eyes narrowed into a glare. His jaw clenched and he finally moved, sitting forward with his elbows on his knees. You were whining and squirming in pleasure beneath the other Alpha and for the first time he felt the burn of possessiveness. He snapped when he heard Jungkook mutter, "Bet I fuck you better than him, huh?"

You met Jungkook's gaze, worried about if he knew what he was saying but you saw the excited glint in his eye and the playful smirk on his lips. Immediately, you understood the game he was playing — wanted to fire the most dominant Alpha up and make him angry.

It was also a game you enjoyed playing.

Your heart stuttered when Taehyung stormed up to the side of the bed. Jungkook continued to fuck you until Taehyung grabbed a fistful of his hair. The sting made him hiss and he stood buried to the hilt inside you.

"I'd be careful if I were you," Taehyung growled, using a voice even you rarely heard, "Don't forget who's Omega it is you're fucking."

"And it's also your Omega who's creaming on my cock," Jungkook shot back.

Taehyung let out an angry growl that had you clenching around Jungkook again. The younger groaned at the feeling, lashes fluttering.

Your boyfriend suddenly yanked the other back so his cock popped out of your cunt. You could feel yourself gaping around nothing as your pussy fluttered.

Jungkook's back was pressed to Taehyung's front. You clenched your thighs together at the sight of the younger showing submissiveness to your boyfriend by baring his neck. Taehyung took the invitation and opened his mouth, letting his teeth find purchase on the fragile skin. Jungkook winced a bit but it didn't break skin — just a warning.

Then he reached down and took Jungkook's leaking cock into his hand. The younger shuddered and groaned, mouth dropping open as he watched Taehyung give his length a couple quick strokes.

"You better remember that I can always fuck you like an Omega and make you cum on my cock, Kook," Taehyung hissed, squeezing Jungkook's cock until he whined, "Don't get a big head because you've got my Omega's cunt stuffed, hm?"

Jungkook's eyes fluttered and he gave a noncommittal nod. He took it anyway and backed off once again, sparing you a fleeting glance before he took his seat again.

You relaxed into the sheets again when Jungkook quickly slipped his cock back into you. You whined, wrapping your legs around his waist as he resumed the same pace he'd kept earlier. It was easy to wind you back up given the aggressive display of dominance you'd seen from your boyfriend. Jungkook seemed in a daze as he buried his face into your neck and kissed the skin there.

"Fuck," he groaned, feeling his knot begin to swell.

"M-Make me cum, Kook..." you begged, arching your hips up.

He grunted, resting all his weight on one arm as he reached down to find your clit. You keened, eyes rolling back.

"C-Cum, baby," he urged, voice strained as he struggled to hold his own high back, "Be a good Omega and cum for me."

When you fell over the edge, it was a low cry that set Jungkook off. He pulled out of you, missing the distressed whimper from you, and gripped his cock as he spilled over your stomach.

You watched the mess pool and slide down your side to the sheets. Jungkook relaxed and looked down at you, cock giving a valiant kick at the sight of you marked with his cum.

After a moment, Taehyung stood up and approached the two of you.

"You know..." your boyfriend sighed, sounding almost bored, "For someone who talked such a big game about how well you can use that cock of yours..."

He sat down beside you and pulled you so you were sitting up and leaning against him. Jungkook watched with lidded eyes as Taehyung's hand found its way to your cunt. You gasped and eagerly spread your legs for him.

"You barely even got her off," Taehyung tsked, making a show of parting your folds for Jungkook so see your still leaking hole.

"I-what?" Jungkook breathed, still a little breathless from his own orgasm. He was so sure he felt you cumming around him.

"Ruined her orgasm," Taehyung mumbled, reaching up to collect some of Jungkook's cum. Jungkook's brain nearly short circuited as he began circling your clit using his cum, "Pretty mean, huh baby girl?"

You whimpered, nodding your head as you clung to your boyfriend's arm. Jungkook felt his face burn in humiliation as you acknowledged his mistake.

"You were such a good girl," Taehyung cooed, meeting Jungkook's shameful gaze, "Good girls don't get punished but that's what he did, huh? It's okay, your Alpha will make you cum since Kook clearly can't."

You didn't offer a reply, too lost in watching Taehyung smear Jungkook's cum on your clit. Jungkook's face was on fire and he quickly broke Taehyung's gaze, remembering all the people watching who saw what he'd done. The way he talked such a big game only to not even be able to make you cum properly.

It was punishment enough to watch the way you came so quickly and easily for your boyfriend. Your thighs shuddered and hugged his arm to sob out his name in the throes of pleasure.

He wished he had been able to feel it properly. Knowing he'd lost his one and only chance to make you cum on his cock — and knowing Taehyung was going to be able to do that any moment he wanted. It was a taunt.

Your boyfriend pressed a kiss to your temple and let you curl up as he bid goodbye to the viewers and turned the stream off.

"I swear, I am absolutely beat," Taehyung sighed, throwing his arm over your shoulder as he took your heavy bag from your hands.

"I don't even know why you came with me today," you mumbled, "You got up for no reason."

"I came to school with you!" Taehyung argued.

You laughed, playfully pinching his side, "You didn't even have class today!"

"Oh well shame on me for being a bad boyfriend and wanting to spend the day with you," he shot back sarcastically, "By the way, I have an idea."

"Oh?" you asked, wrapping your arms around him as a chill ran through you.

"How about Saturday night we watch Jungkookie's stream together," he whispered the words low in your ear and you nearly whimpered.

The idea of having his hand shoved down your panties as you both watched Jungkook get himself off — you eagerly agreed, making Taehyung beam happily.

Before the two of you could make it to your car, you were intercepted by an unfamiliar voice shouting, "Hey wait up!"

You both turned around to see a man, shorter than Taehyung and sporting bubblegum pink hair, running towards you.

"What's up?" Taehyung asked with a brow raised.

"Y-You're V and his girlfriend, right?" He panted, giving you a bright smile, "I'm a big fan!"

You and Taehyung shared a gaze before introducing yourselves properly, inviting the young man to lunch.

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Chapter 7

18 + only

warnings and summary - Masterlist

Last years collection my ass you think holding your head high as you slip your hand around Zemo’s arm. This dress is so killer you could slay a few of the rich old dragons watching as the Baron escorts you into the ballroom.

You have to give him credit, not that he’s hurting for it but the man has taste.

The dress is black, long sleeved and stops mid-thigh. The cut of the shoulders is exaggerated just enough to draw attention. But what does it for you—the little bit of something special that no one else can see— is the fact that he had Maureen do some extra tailoring and now you know why he wanted you in this particular dress.

When Zemo stood behind you earlier at the apartment and zipped you up, the high turtleneck slowly closed around your throat mimicking the Baron’s own firm hold on your neck. You’d gasped with a fleeting sensation of panic but calmed when he kissed the spot behind your ear, and grabbed your hips, pressing his erection against your ass as he inhaled the scent of your hair. His muffled moan had vibrated through your shoulders and for the first time you realized the level of restraint his particular kind of kink required on his part too and you felt strangely bonded to him through your wonderful suffering. His lips brushed the curve of your ear as he’d whispered… “So that you don’t forget who you belong to.”

After that he’d given you permission to take off the underwear saying that the dress was enough and you’d thanked him, happy to be free of those perfectly evil things.

So now, you’re walking through this opulent ballroom collared and claimed and thankful to be so cared for by a man you can trust with your body enough to let him do these things to you.

“Remember to stay in character.” He says, eyes scanning the crowd “We can not let them know who we are.”

“Of course…Stavro” You say really emphasizing the fake name you deiced he needed on the ride over. Having given up on convincing you it wasn’t necessary he just laughs and kisses your temple before leading you further in.

You love to see him happy even when it’s fleeting and you steal a glance at Zemo in his dark blue suit and crisp white shirt, all of it tailored to the last stitch. He looks Breathtaking as usual… if you could breathe. You run your fingers down the center of your collar and flush feeling a resurgence of that deep connection. You are his and he is most certainly yours. It’s a good thing too, because this place is crawling with horny old men…

The ballroom of this grand hotel has been set up for a casino themed fundraiser. The sort where getting in cost a yacht. Zemo however seemed to have little trouble faking his way onto the list— at least you think he lied— and now you realize you haven’t done anything like this in forever, and certainly not with stakes this high.

The point of being here (as Zemo explained in the car) is to get this guy Polinsky to either give up what he knows about the serum Zemo is tracking down or get his hotel key to search his room. Either works, one is more desirable than the next but When Zemo’s target turns out to be the first man to openly flirt with you, the Baron lets the fates decide and whispers “Go with it”

Acting as though you aren’t here together, he goes down to the side of the craps table, pretending to be interested in the gambling while watching you two.

Polinsky is loud and crude and you really think you might shove the dice in his eye if he looks at you like that again, but Zemo is still calm and collected so you continue to play along. When Zemo motions for you to drink, you take one off the servers tray and share it with Polinksy who probably doesn’t need much more.

Just when you think this is going no where and you’re tired of being used as a ploy, Zemo does his thing.

He brings up Polinksy’s accent and it’s revealed that he’s Sokovian. They become fast friends and after a few more wins, the target is telling the Baron everything, unfortunately it’s not what he needs to hear and you can tell that he’s starting to grow impatient.

You’ve only ever seen what happens when Zemo is sick of you not listening to his commands, and it's cruel in the best way. So what happens in the real world when a dangerous, genius man with a military background is tired of waiting?

When Polinksy tells you to blow on his dice for luck and casually reaches to get a good handful of your ass as you do, you know you’re about to find out.

Zemo moves without much effort or thought, you see it and spot the instinct to protect what’s his immediately. His grip on Polinsky’s arm is shocking and the man’s face goes red instantly with drunken outrage.

Jaw clenched and eyes wide, you see that Zemo is ready to break Polinsky’s arm, but you quickly step between them and lay a hand on Zemo’s shoulder. “No.” You mouth shaking your head. “Follow my lead” You say low enough so that only he can hear.

Zemo gives you an intrigued head tilt, glances up at the man one last time then flings his arm away. “She’s not available.” He snaps at the man who is more annoyed than ready for a fight.

“Forgive me for speaking without asking sir.” You bow your head to Zemo then look up at Polinsky. “He likes to be the one to say when and how I am touched. But he let’s other men do much more than that for the right price…”

Polinksy quickly catches on and shoots a look at the Baron.

Zemo understands instantly and straightens his head. “Apologies, I should have made it clear. She can be yours, but not without me there to insist she be compliant.” He reaches and slides his finger down the side of your face, his hand going around the back of your neck. His thumb strokes your collar and you lift your chin and shut your eyes so that Polinsky can see what sort of situation he’s being presented with.

Someone yells  for Polinsky to roll the dice which he does. The small crowd goes wild with another win, but the three of you stay silent.

"How much?”

“Six thousand.”

“Done”

“To watch. Eight to touch.”

He frowns, but when Zemo smacks your ass and you give a little yelp, Polinsky nearly drools. “Sold.”

*

You’re standing in the middle of the hotel room. Zemo is in the chair in the corner and Polinksy is sitting on the bed.

You’re scared, wondering how far this will go, but one look over at him and you know Zemo would never sell you like this. Not really. He’ll protect you.

“Turn around and bend over.” Polinksy says unzipping his pants.

You glance at Zemo who gives the nod to obey.

You do and you can hear the man moaning when he see’s the line of your pale pink underwear.

“Spread.” He growls standing.

The blood is rushing to your head as you look over to Zemo not bothering to hide your fear.

The Baron is quietly standing up. You reach back and lay your hands flat on your ass and start to, but it’s too much. You don’t know this man.

“I said spread!” Polinksy shouts and you shut your eyes half expecting to feel his hand make contact with your skin, but it doesn’t come.

You quickly stand in time to see Zemo grab his arm and punch the man once before kicking him down and onto the floor. You back away wide eyed, your heart racing and you pull your dress down.

Polinksy is groaning and reaching up as if to grab hold of something but Zemo doesn’t give him a second chance. With a swinging kick to the head, he knocks the man out and you are stunned to see what the Baron is capable of.

“ I needed him off his guard completely. I would not have let him touch you.” Zemo says still looking down at Polinsky who is out cold. He turns away from the gross sight to find you.

You nod but you’re shaken. “ Please, just get what you need and let’s go.”

For a change he listens to you and you watch him rip the room apart until he finds what he’s looking for which seem to be a card, with a name on it? He stares down at the object in his hand, distracted only by the pinging of Polinsky’s phone on the floor.

When Zemo looks down at it, you see the color drain from his face.

“Time to go.” He says grabbing your arm and you try to get him to tell you what’s wrong but he won’t listen or talk, he just moves and pulls you along with him until you’re back downstairs and going through the chaos of the casino.

When he stops, you look up at him trying to figure out what the problem is. “Are we being followed?”

He doesn’t answer, it looks like he’s waiting, or perhaps getting his timing right. You know the latter is true when he falls into step with two waitresses carrying drink trays, with you still held firm.

As they turn to go towards the bar, he goes the other way heading for the doors and the two of you are outside and practically running towards the waiting car.

“Drive” Zemo says once you’re safely inside.

As you speed off, you look over at him. The night took an unexpected turn but you made it out, doesn’t that count for something. “Didn’t you find what you were looking for?” You ask.

He doesn’t look at you, just nods and looks out the window.

You haven’t seen him like this before —wait— yes you have. “It’s all right. I’m sure everything will fall into place now.” He doesn’t say anything, and you, for the first time don’t know what to do. He reminds you very much of that silent, broken man he was eight years ago.

Giving him space, you sit back and look out your own window until you feel his hand lay over yours on the seat and you spin your head around surprised but relieved.

He holds your hand tight and raises it up, kissing your fingers before pulling you over.

“I could have killed him.” He says starring ahead angrily. He is stroking your arm gently but you know what these hands can do. “And you…”

He looks down and you see the way his anger fades, but he holds onto it long enough to say “You broke rule one.”

You laugh a little and shrug. “I knew I could get you into his room.”

“Perhaps don’t offer yourself to strange men next time?”

“You went along with it while it was working!”

“I did, but I didn’t like it.”

“Me either.” You say looking off.

Zemo hooks his finger around your chin turning your head to face him again and he slips his hand up to cradle your cheek “You, are an extraordinary woman. And I—am lucky to have you.”

You melt in his arms trying your best not to profess your true feelings and wonder what’s stopping you, but before you can let the thoughts progress, he kisses your head and raises your chin a little more to look deep into your eyes. “You will take off your dress.” He says softly and you realize he’s got a hold of your zipper with the fingers of his other hand. “You will lay down in the middle of the bed on your stomach and you will wait for me.” He whispers in your ear as he pulls the closure down to the center of your shoulder blades and stops. “Understood?”

You nod “Yes Baron.”

He does that soft, deep moan that is equal parts pleased and aroused as he looks you over, smoothing a wayward strand of hair from your face, his brows knitting together with concentration before relaxing again. “I will thrash the memory of that man from you until you remember that you belong only to me.”

[felswritingfire]

Relationship Headcanons (SFW)

Kaioh Retsu:

I'd like to start this off that he'd be really picky with his partner. Like, super picky not because he means to- it's just diffcult for him to be genuinely attracted to someone enough to pursue a relationship with them.

Looks aren't all that important to him, but personality is an extremely important aspect. He prefers people that are a tad more outgoing, but knows when to reign in their excitableness- that being said he also really likes shyer people as well; he thinks that they're very cute (what I'm getting at is that I high-key headcanon him as Pansexual-)

Before he got with you, he made sure that you understood his fighting career and how dangerous it could be. He'd leave it up to you if you'd like to pursue a relationship after he tells you, but he'll respect your decision if you say no. But he will be e l a t e d if you say yes

Away from that, though, when he does find a partner that he wishes to persue a relationship with- he is super, super sweet!

He's an extremely considerate and understanding partner and just really wants to prioratize you're comfort

If you want a more laid back partner, he is your man- there's barely any arguements in the relationship, and if there is anything bothering you and/or him, he'll bring it up in a conversation so you guys can talk about it

It takes him a bit to be completely open to physical affection, even when he does get used to it, he's still a soft maybe on PDA; he won't hesitate to hold your hand tho. He loves holding your hand. LOVES IT.

The first time he held your hand though, it was about 1 1/2 months into the relationship (no one else knew about your relationship prior to this), and Katsumi, Katou and Doppo almost shit themselves because "oH MY GOD, RETSU'S GOT A GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND/SIGNIFICANT OTHER! RETSU'S GOT A GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND/SIGNIFICANT OTHER! RETSU'S GOT A GIRLFRIE-/BOYFRIE-/SIGNIFICA-" (and yes, I have a feeling these three have just enough dumbass bastard vibes enough to chant this)

Retsu was red for a week because these guys are (lovable) assholes. And Katou gets socked in the face because he just straight up went: "So, you bend them over ye-" and then he got a broken nose

On a different note, he's really touchy-feely in private

HE LOVES COOKING FOR YOU

And if you can cook- then, baby, it's partner cooking

You are 10/10 meeting his master, he's also excited when you guys get along

You also end up becoming well acquainted with the others (Katsumi, Doppo, Baki, Etc.) If you weren't already. And, boy, do you end up with some life long friends from that (and good training partners if you fight!).

Even if you do fight, he's protective of you. He'd try to sheild you from anything- even Yujiro if you, God forbid, caught his attention (this could be from just being a pretty face that appeals to him or a SUPER strong fighter that he wants to be his pray). This man is very ride or die.

If you're with him for the Convict Arc, and you are a skilled fighter, be prepared for the fact that he almost shit himself if one of them attacks you. It's their funeral if they end up hurting you- no matter how bad- they're dead.

Now you manage to fuck one of their shits up? He is both simultaneously worried about you, proud of you and being like: Oh shit that's hot-

Retsu doesn't get jealous. He gets mad if someone is trying to come onto you and making you uncomfortable and will not hesitate to get in their face. But not jealous. He's a man who is every comfortable with himself and the relationship. He wouldn't have started dating you if he had even the slightest inkling that you were going to cheat on him.

No matter how tall or short his partner is, he likes to rest his face on their chest.

Jack Hanma:

You two, MOST LIKELY, met a Restaurant- like, maybe you got stood up by some asshole and you just happen to notice this monster of a dude sitting at the table right next to you shoving an entire steak in his mouth, holy shit?????

When he catches you staring at him in bewilderment, he just gingerly dabs his mouth with his napkin and says, "What you've never see someone eat before?"

"Oh, I've seen that plenty of times- I've just never seen someone shove a whole steak into their mouth." You snark back.

He's honestly a little flustered on the inside, because yeah, you're right. But on the other hand, this (he thinks) is prime flirting time. So then you guys hit it off from there and by the end of the night you two have become friends and exchanged numbers.

If you have daddy issues too, prepare to bond over them, because he will not hesitate to bitch about his dad, because fuck that guy

Once you do get in a relationship, you realize Jack is a very quiet lover. He's calm and collected and he doesn't say much

But he listens and you know he does because he'll hum and grunt, stealing little glances at you if you're chattering away

He's really attached to you and is another extremely sweet partner

He's also really observant and will snag things that he knows you've been eyeing

Meeting his little brother is a must, you gotta meet Baki and be approved, which you most likely will be because Baki is a super sweet dude and he knows that his brother would pick an asshole to date

He dreads the day that his dad will meet you, because it'll happen inevitably, but he doesn't want you to happen

When it does happen I feel that it's a similar situation to Baki and Kozue, the only difference is is that Jack is hella pissed and on the verge of going ballistic, because what the fuck, dad???? ME AND MY S/O WERE HAVING A MOMENT, ASSHOLE-

He's a soft maybe on PDA, it reay depends on the time of day with him

When he is in a mood though, he'll hold your hand or wrap an arm around you to keep you close

He likes to lay his head in you lap at home and just stare up at you

You're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen

Likes to give you kisses on your cheek and forehead

He also likes to pick you up and carry you: you talking your friend? Sorry, baby, it's time to go. Shopping? I don't want to be here any more and I'm bored, let's go. My dad's here? TIME TO SKADDADLE, BABE.

He's huge, so I doubt your taller then him, but, hey, I might be wrong, but he really likes pulling you into him and holding you to his chest

He takes you out on dates to fancy resturaunts

He has some insecurities from whenever he was young, so when he gets jealous he gets HEATED

Like he is ready to kill a man, pls do not push his buttons when he's like this, just take him out of the situation and shower him in love snd affection because he worries he's not good enough

Please smooch him. He's sweet

If you're a fighter, he'll spar with you, but very gently, which may or may not piss you off tbh

But he means well

Absolutly head over heels for you

Hector Doyle:

Ok, I want to say, Doyle is a very tricky man who loves his teasing.

It'd be pretty "obvious", from his stand point, if he had a thing for you and wanted to pursue you. To you and everyone around you though, he just kinda comes off as,,,,a creepy dude???

Like, this poor guy has the shittiest time with... Personal interactions, unless it's fighting or social situations where he has a "word template" to go off of. He's just a real awkward dude and he kinda, low-key, has no tact sometimes; like when he just stares at you from across that Café you like to go to like some sort of freaky stalker guy planning to kill you. It doesn't help that you two bump into each other a lot and he just blurts out "You're hair looks really soft" BUT YOU TWO DON'T REALLY KNOW EACH OTHER AND WHY IS THIS DUDE TALKING ABOUT TOUCHING YOUR HAIR??????

When you two do, somehow, finally manage to talk to one another, he explains all the freaky stares and comments and he's like obviously I was flirting? Isn't that how it's done?

No Doyle. That is not how it's done.

Once you two manage to establish a relationship, it's kinda up to you to make a lot of the first moves again, Doyle is very ignorant to how social interaction works, this applies to relationship etiquette as well. That being said though, he has some sort of knowledge about how relationships work from books and shows, that also being said, his version of relationships is probably outdated because of the type of books and shows he watches/reads (Pride and Prejudice, The Great Gatsby, The Picture of Dorian Grey, etc.)

You gotta be prepared to put in the work to reap the rewards in this relationship-which are a lot actually!

For one thing, he is an extremely loyal partner and a really good listener (this not pertaining to the end of season 3, you know?) And he surprisingly has really good advice to offer

And! Once he figures out flirting, he's really good at it! He end up flustering you a lot, so be ready for that.

He's an unintentional hard yes on PDA. He just doesn't care. Your his and he's yours- he can smooch you when he wants. BUT, he is still really weary of this since he is a convict and he doesn't want you to be used against him. Or get hurt because of him. But he does end up touching you in whatever ways he can to be close to you: so, a slight bump of the hands her; maybe if you two are in a crowded enough bar, his hand caressing your lower back or resting in your back pocket; feet resting on top of one another under the table in the very back of that Café where no one can see you two-

At home it's a completely different situation- he likes to grab your hips and press you against the wall and just kiss the ever loving F U C K out of you; his hands will wonder and this usually leads to some fun times, but sometimes it just ends in some cute ass cuddles.

And might I just add on to the whole Convict part: he didn't tell you that he was a deathrow inmate until the fourth date. And he just brought it up casually, on the inside he was nervous as hell, but on the outside he's like, normal calm and collected Doyle (I mean, if you didn't already know).

Doyle gets jealous every once in a while, but it's still pretty rare, usually he just, kinda shooes them off. But, when those rare moments do occur, get ready for a blood bath because whoever thought it was smart enough to try and flirt with you is either getting a verbal beating of a life time or a physical one. And let me tell you, either one is crippling, one just means you can walk away in tears while the other you're most likely dead

After that mess Doyle'll drag your ass out of there and take you back to the apartment where he's even more touchy then usual.

He tries his absolute hardest to shield you away from the other convicts. He doesn't trust any of them and is so, so afraid one of them will do something to you.

Similarly with Retsu, even if you do fight he'll be protective of you, but he'll most likely be more relaxed about it if you can fight.

In that same vein, he'd totally spar with you. And if it gets heated that just means he manipulate it into some fun times ;)

Really like movie night as a date night. He's been exposed to so many mainstream shows/movies because of you, it's great.

Sikorsky:

THIS BITCH- THIS SUAVE BITCH-

He walked into wherever you were and pinpointed you, out everyone else in the room, as the hottest piece of ass in there. Waited for you to notice the heavy weight of a heated gaze on you, look up and make eye contact with him before he gives you this lazy smirk and saunters, easy, slow steps, with all the confidence of Apollo, over to you and leans against the wall with one arm and starts chatting you up. It doesn't matter if you're taller then him, you will feel small and a lil' intimidated/turned on.

I ain't gonna lie, you guys probably start out as a one night stand and became a friends with benefits after you fed him waffles in the morning after aforementioned one night stand and got to know each other, knowing Sikorsky- he just ends up coming to you every time he needs to blow off steam, which is, admittedly, a lot.

Sikorsky is a big ol' dumbass when it comes to the dreaded things called emotions, so he drops of the face of the Earth (at least to you) after he realizes how bad he's got it for you.

He pops up again after he had time to think about it and mull it over. And, would you look at that? He brought flowers and chocolate!

He's real shit at using his words to express himself, he's more of a actions type of guy, opposed to words, that doesn't mean can't be eloquently spoken, he just has a hard time when he's getting frustrated/experiancing heavy emotions; so gift giving is his go to as an apology!

He's actually a really observant lover due to this! He also remembers really important dates too!

He's really good with his hands so more often then not, he'll offer to give you a message after you had a long day at work, this sometimes leads to some sexy time; even if it doesn't though, his hands still feel amazing: they're rough and calluses, sure, but it sends such nice tingles down your back, you can't help but sigh.

He's really gentle when he holds your hands because he knows that his grip strength is off the wall and, he won't tell you, but he is terrified of hurting you.

Another hard yes on PDA but this time it's intentional. Sikorsky likes to prove his dominance over you, which may or may not lead to some arguements between you guys, and flaunt you relationship so he will openly shove his tongue down your throat to prove a point.

He has a tendency to grab your hips and press you flush against him, or even pull you onto his lap in resturaints, he'll whisper dirty things into your ear like this, so be prepared.

He likes to push your buttons once in a while because he thinks your hot when you're mad. He's a little shit and sometime has the mental fortitude of a 12 year old boy. It just comes with the territory of dating him, unfortunately

Sikorsky gets jealous easily and flies off the handle way too much, you'll have to really talk to him about that. But afterwards he'll drag you of there and, instead of making it to your guy's humble abode, he'll take you into the closest alleyway and start making out with you hard. It's almost too much, but it's kinda hot????

Anyway, Sikorsky may not seem like it, but he has your back. He wouldn't let anything happen to you without a fight. Even if you're a fighter.

SPEAKING OF IF YOU'RE A FIGHTER, SIKORSKY WILL FIND IT HOT AS F U C K. LIKE, TRY AND KICK HIS ASS, BABE, DO IIIIT

You will def. be his training partner, whomst he will smooch and smack your ass at any given opportunity

He likes to lay his head on your ads and straight up be like "don't fart, babe, or I'll slap your ass so hard that you won't be able to walk for a week" and you've never want to slap a man more in your life.

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I literally JUST sat down, pt. 6

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Seven

AN: Alone time with Spencer Reid isn’t something you’re ever willing to pass up.  Characters: Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia, Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi. Pairings: Spencer Reid x reader Spoilers: None Warnings: Mentions of crime and violence, alcohol

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“I could eat a horse,” Emily grumbled, collapsing into her seat on the jet, “when’s the last time we had solid food?”

JJ shook her head, “God, I don’t know. Maybe yesterday?”

“18:43 yesterday,” Spencer agreed, shooting you a tired smile as he took a seat beside you, “that’s when the call from Martin came in.”

Everyone nodded, remembering the frenzy that followed the call, everyone rushing to gather SWAT units, interviewing witnesses again, formulating a plan of attack and a de-escalation strategy. It had been a blur of movement and activity and that, combined with the nearly 10 hour standoff that followed had carried you for well over 24 hours, and left everyone hungry, tired and in desperate need of a shower.

“Ugh, I did not miss this part of the job,” you whined in time with a loud grumble from your stomach, “do you have any idea how many meals I missed when I was working at the bookstore? None! Not one. I had three meals a day and as many biscuits as I could eat,” you sighed nostalgically, “those were the good days.”

Emily moaned, “Ah, biscuits. Tell me more.”

You chuckled and shot her a fond look.

“You’ve got no idea what you’re missing, Emily,” Spencer cut in, “the biscuits Y/N makes are heaven. The ‘better than sex’ ones?” He rolled his eyes and groaned, a noise that made your cheeks flush and sent a bolt of surprise straight through you, “I dream about them.”

JJ hummed her agreement, closing her eyes as she reminisced, “I remember those, they’re Will’s favorite too.”

“That’s because Will has excellent taste,” you joked, shooting her a flirty wink, “in all things.”

Emily frowned, “Hey! Don’t flirt with her, keep telling me about these Better Than Sex biscuits.”

It had been nearly two weeks since the last big break in your case and, honestly, it was starting to grate on your nerves. No matter what you did it was like there was this massive clock counting down the days until another body would be dropped in your lap, probably with some other creepy detail on it; like your first pet’s name carved into the victim’s forehead. Garcia had been tracking down security camera footage from the shopping center you’d visited to buy your perfume, but there hadn’t been too much luck. A lot of the shops had already taped over their footage, and the ones that hadn’t had been grainy or awkwardly placed. All that they could reliably see was a tall man in a dark coat with a baseball cap on mirroring your movements in a few different stores.

Garcia was trying her best to enhance the images but, until she could, they were stuck. The only thing that helped your nerves was being on cases, and the fact that you almost always had someone with you to help keep you distracted.

“Well, they’re biscuits,” you smiled.

“And?” Emily pushed.

“And they’re better than sex,” you finished.

Emily rolled her eyes, but she was smiling as she did it, “That so?”

“I guess it depends on who you’re having sex with,” Spencer offered, meeting your eye for just a second, “in my experience they’re definitely better than casual meaningless sex, like a one night stand, but maybe not better than all sex.”

Your eyes widened and, much to your embarrassment, you felt yourself flush again. Spencer Reid and sex were two things that you worked very hard to keep separate in your mind. If they ever overlapped it happened in private and late at night, when no one was around to see your pupils dilate. You were a profiler. You were surrounded by profilers, and you’d learned long ago that the only way to keep secrets from a team like that was to make sure that your body language was stable and consistent at all times. Spencer Reid made that difficult. Spencer Reid casually talking about sex while his thigh was brushing up against yours made it damn near impossible.

“I need to try these biscuits,” Emily declared, “Y/N/N, will you make me some? Please?”

You snorted, “When? My shop’s closed indefinitely.”

“You can make them at my place,” Spencer said softly, just to you, “I haven’t used the oven in my apartment since...ever, I think, but it should work.”

“I’m-I’m staying at your place?”

Spencer shifted in his seat, “Yeah, it’s my turn. Garcia didn’t tell you?”

You made a mental note to shave Penelope’s eyebrows off at the earliest possible convenience in retaliation, but you kept your face neutral.

“No, she didn’t. Are you sure you’re okay with this, Spence? I don’t want to be a burden, and I know that you really value your privacy.” You asked, keeping your voice low.

Spencer smiled, something soft and fond glimmering in his dark eyes, “Of course I’m sure, Y/N. This is about keeping you safe.”

“I know but-“

“No!” Spencer interrupted with a laugh, “No buts. You’re staying at my place. Okay?”

You pressed your lips together, a million different arguments fighting for prominence in your mind.

“Okay?” Spencer repeated.

You deflated, “Fine. Okay.”

He leaned back in his seat and gave you a smug smile as he opened the book he’d brought with him. War and Peace, in the original Russian of course. It was a painfully nostalgic image and you felt your eyes start to droop with exhaustion.

“You’re impossible,” you yawned, “you know that?”

He smiled, “Yeah, yeah I know, Y/N. Get some rest, I’ll still be impossible when you wake up.”

You hummed, feeling a rush of comfort and warmth as you let sleep drag you under.

“Night, Reid,” you mumbled.

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Spencer was weirdly nervous as he fumbled for his apartment keys. It was stupid, of course, you’d been to his apartment before. Hell, you’d practically lived there in the weeks after Maeve’s death, but something about this felt...different. Maybe it was that he knew that you were in danger, and because of that you being there felt like an act of trust. Maybe he was nervous that he hadn’t cleaned up enough, or that you’d spent the entire flight with your head on his shoulder. Maybe he was worried that his oven actually didn’t work and he’d gotten your hopes up for nothing. Maybe it was-

“Spencer,” you said with a gentle laugh, “I can hear the cogs in your brain whirling. Calm down, everything’s going to be alright, I’ve seen your place before.”

Spencer smiled and he felt the tension start to ease out of his shoulders. Maybe it was just because it was you. The key finally slid into the door and he welcomed you in, grabbing your suitcase with one hand as he went.

“Welcome to Casa Reid,” he said, “ignore the books, unless you want to read any of them of course. You remember where my room is, right?”

You shot him a look, “What? No! Spence I’m already intruding on your fortress of solitude, I’m not taking your bedroom too.” You flopped down onto his couch, crossing your legs on the cushion and your arms across your chest with a determined glint in your eyes, “I’ll be right here if you need me.”

He rolled his eyes fondly, “Really, Y/N/N? This is the hill you want to die on? I know you’re as tired as I am. Wouldn’t it be nice to just collapse into a soft bed?”

“I’m sure it would be,” you agreed, “you’ll have to tell me all about it tomorrow morning.” You pushed yourself up and grabbed your suitcase from his hands with a sweet smile, “I would love a shower though. Maybe when I’m done you’ll have thought of a clever comeback? If not,” you shrugged, “we’ll get dinner.”

And with that you strode off in the direction of Spencer’s bathroom, shooting him one last playful smile as you went. As soon as you were out of sight Spencer sighed happily, collapsing onto the couch you’d just vacated and listening as the shower switched on. He was tired, bone tired; he was starving, he was thirsty and there was a dull sort of pressure in his temple that might have been the start of a headache, but despite all that he didn’t care. He was happy, almost giddy really, and that was enough. While the sound of the shower echoed through his apartment, Spencer let himself start to drift off.

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The moment you were done talking Spencer’s world went quiet. All around him he could see his friends’ mouths moving, their shocked faces burned into his mind as they begged you for answers, but it was like they were on the other end of a really long corridor and he couldn’t quite make out their actual words. Instead there was just this rushing in his ears and the pounding of his heart, just a little too loud, as he tried to process the idea of his world without you in it.

“I’m leaving,” he heard you say again and again, like a stuck record in the back of his mind, “I handed in my resignation a while ago. I’m just here to pack up my things.”

For some reason that didn’t seem right. It didn’t seem right that you could be “leaving” and then be gone for good on the same day. It was too fast, Spencer hadn’t had time. Time to process, to think, to convince you to stay, to come with you, to tell you how he felt, to cry, to yell, to throw things, to laugh to-

“We’ll still see each other,” you lied through a sheepish smile, “this doesn’t have to be goodbye forever. Just goodbye for now.”

Spencer shook his head, his eyes trained on the patch of floor just between your feet like if he stared long enough it might give him the answer. The answer to what? It didn’t matter. He vaguely heard Garcia complaining in her own way, and JJ asking you to reconsider but, still, it was like it was happening to someone else. You’re dissociating, the rational part of his brain supplied, you’re dissociating because you can’t cope with losing someone you care about, you can’t cope with losing Y/N. He pushed the thought away, forcing it into a box somewhere in the very back of his mind as he fought to stay in control in the moment. Oh wow, Spencer Reid has abandonment issues, he thought to himself, how original.

“Excuse me,” he muttered, hoping it was too low for anyone to hear as he turned on his heel and walked straight out of the conference room.

As he went he could feel the sets of eyes on his back and the heavy weight of a mixture of confusion and pity they brought with them. For once he didn’t care. All that mattered was that his eyes were stinging and his chest was tight and, no matter what happened you couldn’t see him cry like this. He couldn’t let you see him break down because, the second that you did, he would be found out. You would put your arm on his shoulder and say something kind and he would look into your eyes and….you’d know. You’d see all the pain and the fear and the betrayal and you’d know in an instant how desperately and completely Spencer had fallen for you. And that couldn’t happen, it just couldn’t.

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Spencer sighed, shaking his head to snap himself out of the sad reminiscing. His heart was strangely heavy at the memory and he swallowed hard past the growing lump in his throat. That had been a hard day, but it had been nothing compared to what had come next. Showing up at work everyday and being met with your empty desk, the suffocating absence of your laughter, your voice, Derek and JJ trying desperately to compensate, Emily’s sullenness, even Garcia and her constant little check ins. Everything they did just made it more obvious that you weren’t there, that you’d really left, and that you were never coming back.

He looked towards his bedroom without meaning to, subtly reminding himself that you were there and that he wasn’t on his own anymore.

For now, the cynical voice in the back of his mind whispered. Until this case is solved and she packs up and leaves again like nothing happened. Then it’ll be just like it was before. Except that that wasn’t true. No, this time it’d be worse.

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Spencer fiddled with the strap of his satchel, working his jaw as he tried to get up the nerve to either walk into the bookshop or turn and leave for good. It had been nearly four months since he’d last seen you, but you still texted regularly and sent him pictures of the store whenever you could. Not that it ever felt like enough. Four months of fighting himself and trying to figure out what the right thing to do was. Should he chase after you and beg you to come back? Should he offer to help around the bookstore in his free time? What did he want from you? What was his endgame here?

For a long while Spencer just watched you through the glass as the questions whirled around his head like a hurricane. You looked happy, he noticed as you laughed at something one of your employees said, like you were in your element. There was a peacefulness about the way you moved here too, like there was no hurry, like you had all the time in the world. It had been a long time since he’d seen you that happy. Not since that night, the one he wasn’t supposed to think about anymore. Not since he’d ruined everything and set your friendship on a collision course with disaster. You’d never said so, but Spencer knew that that night was why you left. He knew it was his fault, even if you didn’t want to admit it.

He sighed, fighting down a sudden rush of bitterness that tasted like ashes in his mouth. Something about seeing you, really seeing you again,brought all the hurt and confusion of that night back to the surface. Maybe it was just that it felt real now, final, like something that was always meant to happen the way it had. Something he had no control over. But you were happy, he reminded himself, and that was all he really wanted, right?

Spencer felt something in his chest splinter and, while his resolve was still firm, he turned on his heel and walked away. It wasn’t his place, he told himself again and again as he walked, he had no right.

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“Spence?” You asked, your worried voice cutting straight through his daydream like a knife, “are you okay?”

His head whipped around and he felt the knot of anxiety in his chest loosen as he took you in. Your hair was wet from the shower, your skin dewy and soft-looking beneath your pajamas. You looked calm and strong, and so painfully familiar that Spencer felt something near his heart swell with appreciation. So he brought his attention back, leaving the mistakes of the past alone for the time being so that he could better enjoy the present. He was home, and you were safe and for a moment everything was right in the world.

“Yeah,” he answered with a smile, “yeah I’m good. I-uh-I didn’t want to order dinner before you were finished because I didn’t ask what you wanted.”

You relaxed ever so slightly, “Hmmm,” you started, making your way over to the couch and plopping down next to him like it was the most natural thing in the world, “how about pizza?”

Spencer smiled, “I could do pizza. What kind do you want?” he asked, pulling out his phone to place the order.

“Ohhhh no,” you replied, shaking your head, “no, no, no. I’m not falling for that one again, Doctor Reid,” you joked, “I will not have you topping shame me in my own home.”

“In your own home?” Spencer laughed, “Oh, so this is officially your home now?”

“For the next few days yes, it is,” you shot back smugly, followed by, “I’ll have whatever you’re having, but no mushrooms.”

“Since when do you hate mushrooms?”

“Since now, duh,” you replied with a shrug, “seriously though, so long as it’s warm and filling, I really don’t mind.”

“Two warm and filling pizza’s coming right up,” Spencer said, “Garcia leant me some movies to watch as well if you want.”

Joking around with you the way he always had was an equal measure of comforting and bizarre, but Spencer wasn’t going to question it. As you bickered back and forth about whether or not Legally Blonde was the best courtroom film ever made, he tried to shake off the slight sadness in his chest. It was impossible. Every time he made you laugh or saw the edges of your eyes crinkle with a smile he was reminded of that empty desk, and the hole in his chest, and the way losing you felt like losing an arm. It wasn’t your fault, you were being your usual incredible self, but that was sort of the problem. Small acts of kindness to you, like grabbing a blanket and throwing it over both of your legs without a second thought, were just that, small acts of kindness. But to Spencer they were like patches of warm sunlight when he’d been expecting cold weather. It was painful. By the time the pizza had arrived, he’d changed into pajamas and you’d convinced him to watch Legally Blonde, he thought he had it under control. Or at least under control enough that you wouldn’t notice. He was wrong.

Less than fifteen minutes into the movie you pressed pause, turning to face him on the couch with a determined look on your face.

“Okay, spill it.” You demanded, “What’s wrong?”

“What?” he asked, heat creeping into his cheeks, “I don’t-what?”

“You went somewhere,” you explained, “somewhere in your head. You only do that when something’s bothering you.”

“Nothing’s bothering me, Y/N, I just-”

“Spence,” you interrupted, scooching closer and staring into his eyes pleadingly, “please don’t lie to me. I know you too well for that to work. Just tell me what’s wrong, is it me? Did I do something?”

“No.” Spencer said quickly, desperate to wipe that sad look off your face “No, Y/N/N you didn’t do anything I’m just-I’m not-” he took a deep breath in, thinking through his words, “I’m not sure...how to do this, exactly.”

You tilted your head, confused but, to his relief, didn’t shut him down.

“How to do what?” You asked sincerely, “Watch Legally Blonde? I know it’s not exactly your style but-”

“No,” he laughed softly, “no, not the movie. I don’t know how to be here, with you,” he admitted, “like this. Everytime I think I’ve got it, I remember what it was like without you and I just-” he shook his head, “I shut down. I pull away, and I don’t want to, I want to be here because you’re my friend and I care about you. It’s just that everytime I try….”

“You imagine what it’ll be like to lose me,” you supplied, sadly.

“I don’t imagine it, Y/N, I remember it.” He said, “All those years of seeing you every single day and suddenly you were just gone, and I couldn’t handle it. I kept expecting you to just walk back in one day, or that I’d wake up and the whole thing would just have been some weird fever dream, but it never did. The months just stretched on and on and on and-” he met your eye, “and now you’re back, and everything’s great again, but it’s been more than a year and, I don’t know, I guess I just don’t want to get my hopes up.”

The admission made Spencer feel lighter, like a weight had been lifted from his chest but, when he met your eye, his heart sank just a little bit. You pressed your lips together into a thin line, sniffing as you fought back tears. But they were angry tears, Spencer realised. You were sad, but you were also furious, and it made him swallow hard.

“Spencer, I don’t know how many times I can apologise,” you finally started, “I should’ve given you more warning, I shouldn’t have kept how I was feeling a secret, I know that now,” you continued, “but you didn’t lose me. Nobody lost me. I lost you. I lost my family, my job, my second home, the entire community of people I’d built up, all of it. I was alone, really alone, and starting from scratch in a city I barely recognized because I’d spent the last however many years flying around the country and completely neglecting most of the city I actually lived in. I also discovered that, outside of the BAU, I have exactly two friends, neither of whom live in the state so, at first, I spent 99% of my time just sitting in my apartment crying over what a huge terrible irreversible mistake I’d made and eating cookies.” You explained. Spencer opened his mouth to interrupt but, before he could, you shot him a pleading look, and he let you continue, “And I know it must’ve sucked, not having me around. I know you must have felt completely hurt and betrayed and confused, and I swear to you, I’m not trying to minimize that at all. All I’m trying to say is...it wasn’t easy for me. I didn’t just step out of those doors into some sunny, perfect idyllic life where all I did was bake cookies and read books. It was hard. I worked hard, and I don’t want to have to feel bad about that.”

You looked so sad in that moment that Spencer wanted to cry. He had never truly considered the implications of leaving the BAU, of how hard it must’ve been starting over when being in the FBI had always been your dream. Instinctively, he reached out and took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, just so you knew he was there.

“I don’t want that either,” Spencer promised, “I’ve only ever wanted you to be happy, Y/N.”

You nodded, wiping your eyes as a few stray tears slipped down your cheeks, “I know that, Spence, I do. I just-” You let out a deep breath and seemed to pull yourself together, squeezing his hand in return, “it felt like the only person who cared about me was Garcia,” you admitted, “and so, coming back, I was really scared. I didn’t quite know what I was walking into. I thought I knew, but I wasn’t sure so I just-” you shrugged, “acted like nothing had changed. And maybe that’s my fault but-”

“It’s not your fault,” he interrupted, feeling a swell of protectiveness ballooning in his chest, “none of us knew how to handle a situation like this.”

“But I should’ve considered how weird this must be for you,” you insisted, “I should’ve known that you-that you’d need more time, or more space from me than the others.”

“I don’t want space,” he said earnestly, “I promise you, Y/N, the last thing I want is to be away from you again. I’ve made that mistake once and it didn't work out too well.

You gave him a watery laugh and Spencer felt his spirit lift just a little. It was crazy how simple everything became in Spencer’s mind when you needed him, how easily he could be open and vulnerable without fear. It was you, he’d do anything for you, even bare his soul to make you laugh.

“I guess, what I’m trying to say,” You continued, “is that I’m scared. I’m so scared that, the minute this case is over, I’ll be alone again, starting from scratch, with nothing but two Murder Storefronts that no one is going to want to come within one hundred feet of, and you guys will just go on without me.”

Spencer smiled and tugged you close, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a tight hug.

“That’s not going to happen, Y/N/N,” he promised.

“How do you know?” You whispered into his hair.

“Because,” he replied honestly, “I won’t let it.”

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[stray-tori]

Heaven Official’s Blessing | Live comments compilation

eyy, I finally finished it. I won’t talk about plot too much because I don’t trust my brain to remember it correctly and I watched it in very spread out sessions dshsj-

I really liked it though I don’t follow all the heaven politics at all dshsj- too many names, too small brain.

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Randomly decided to continue heaven official's blessing bc i was bored.  The op is so damn soothing and pretty i still can't.

I also forgot so many details probably but I'm too lazy to rewatch the episodes I've already seen so. Here i go.

It's kinda funny how this whole meeting call of gods is like "yeah that guy is dangerous, the butterflies are a bad sign" Meanwhile mc is like huh i thought they were adorable

Okay why did i stop exactly where it gets REALLY gay okay then me

Alright then friend

Also bilibili subs are so small pls save me

I feel like the dynamic is kinda sassy but it's kinda like... It's still kind of calm in it's portrayal which is interesting. 

Idk how to explain it but sth about it just rly calm and sort of peaceful pshhh so i need more braincells to pick up on the low-key sass and witty banter.

Maybe it's also me not being as used to chinese and that's why hmm Chinese is growing on me tho it's so pretty

[the bilibili subs]'re on Funimation too, also?? Funimation didn't even make their own subs good job guys. I could literally watch this on bilibili too wheeze

Okay main guy has been interrupted twice when he was gonna say sth about himself stop

Also intense staring intensifies goddamn

They keep glancing at each other intensely guys stop.

This is wild

I'm enjoying it but I'm just very sjdhdhdh

...

I feel like there's intense staring every like 2 minutes like y'all pretty i get it but pls my gay goggles might overheat here.

[someone else:] I can just imagine them staring at each other in a gay way and then there's Tori squinting at the subtitles

Mc is big brain he's like "there's no way a ghost could fabricate a human body well. Give me your hand, I'll tell you your fortune." *proceeds to inspect hand* "let me brush your hair!" his hair would surely give him away *proceeds to lean in close* "Are you really fixing my hair or trying to do something else?" sahjs

Also ma ghost man rly made a door for their home so that he wouldn't use talismans on the entry. What a guy.

This guy is so offended at them living together oh jeez sjdhdj

Also great line.

A classic

So much food. Only so.much digestion i can do

He do be smug.

Stop it with the gayzes jesus-

I mean don't stop but holy hell

No wonder these two guys wanna out him as a ghost king, they're just sick of you two not getting a room shdhd

I mean don't stop but holy hell

No wonder these two guys wanna out him as a ghost king, they're just sick of you two not getting a room shdhd

...

Wow. He just tripped into him. I'm not used to food every 2 seconds pls my heart

Casually putting the robe back on your companion, then he catches your hat before it yeets away

Everyday things.

I-

DOES HE LOOK LIKE HE MINDS-

I can’t-

[someone else:] What are they even doing for all this gay to happen in such little time 

You see, they really hit it off. 

But i don't know and I kinda don't want this to end bc it's just... So charged sjsjsj

Snake bite treatment bc of course 

Dramatic name calling and self-sacrifice. The food is real with this one Hahahaha immediately following into the cliff

Carrying bridal style while fighting, okay then 

Also HHhH they revealed something in hindsight and now I'm emotional. So: at some point they read the tombstone of a general, and how he died, and the travellers that were with them laughed. And black hair said that it'd bring luck to bow before it 3 times, so they did. Brown hair asked if that was rly on there and he replied "they made fun of it so we can have some fun too". And it just now got revealed that that general was actually brown hair and I'm just :((( he probably knew bc he's so knowledgeable about everything and he protecc. Big emotion.

And if not it’s just even sweeter in hindsight, anyway sdhjds

...

Why do they keep leaning into each other while gayzing. Like ik it probably won’t commit to it fully/obviously but JESUS The description even calls it an affair WHAT I-is anyone actually believing this is not gay- it's impossible right im-

They are just actually flirting Jesus Christ

He literally just said "so you were the bridegroom on Mt. (Sth)" ":)" "I mean. You pretended to be" "I didn't pretend." "So why were you there?" "Two options. 1)" LEANS OVER HIS SHOULDER "for you. Or 2) i have a lot of time to kill"

THEY EVEN HAVE THE "TITLE OTHER PEOPLE CALL ME BIT WHEN YOU DO IT ITS SPECIAL" TROPE HELP

[someone else:] How can we speedrun every romance trope

I also think it’s hilarious that priest girl basically went “ok this is too flirty, let me out of here” in the special dshdsj

Ehehe welp there's a ring

Okay that was neat. Now to wait for s2

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BONUS:

IT WAS ON NETFLIX THE ENTIRE TIME im dumb oh well.

[capybaraonabicycle]

A Family Wedding - Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Rating: Teen

Summary: Jenny meets her mums�� friends and the wedding is drawing to an end

Warnings: Some innuendo and the dagger makes another appearance, also consummation of alcohol

Words: ~3000

AO3

Eventually, they made their way back to the party. The Doctor wanted to introduce her daughter to some of her friends and the Ponds had agreed that her and River couldn’t completely ignore their duty as hosts. Thus, Jenny spent the rest of the very long night talking to an endless number of people who were important to her mum in one way or another.

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Bill and Heather immediately decided they were basically cousins and had to get together for space trips some time. Bill wrote her number onto a napkin and made Jenny promise she would get a phone so they could stay in contact. She also talked a lot about the eyebrows-version of her mum, saying it was a shame Jenny missed him. But at least now she got two badass mums and according to Bill, that was pretty perfect when it came to parents.

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Missy, her mum’s best woman, casually mentioned she should abduct Jenny, as it would be the perfect leverage over her mum. This remark made Amy threaten her with the cake knife while Rory protectively put his arms around Jenny. Missy made a point of ignoring Jenny’s grandparents, promising Jenny would meet one of her regenerations again soon.

“Your mum is obsessed with me, Honeybunch” she said, trailing her nails over the blade of Amy’s knife thoughtfully, “I’m sure she will come running again with you in tow to foil my next brilliant plan. She can’t let me be on my own for a second. It’s quite embarrassing, really.”

She gave a little dramatic sigh at this, pushing the knife away to move past Jenny. “She just loves me so much.”

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Kate Lethbridge-Stewart and Petronella Osgood were luckily part of an earlier version of UNIT than the one, Jenny had enraged. They were fascinated by her and she had to describe in great detail how the machine worked that had birthed her.

“Now, Kate” the Doctor warned her when she walked by and overheard, “Don’t you dare try building that device. I will come and destroy it, I promise you.”

Prompted by Jenny’s heartbroken gaze she explained why she was against the machine, recounting how it had been used to produce soldiers, dispensable to die in a day.

“Maybe I should build one then, the next time you are not traceable, Doctor” Kate joked to the Doctor’s affront, “Just so you’ll come running.”

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Clara tried teaching Jenny the names of her Gallifreyan relatives. Apparently, she had met some of the Doctor’s family when she had been something she called an ‘echo’. It was quite confusing, really, because the Doctor kept contradicting her and neither of them were really sure how many siblings, nieces and nephews Jenny had in total. It was still great fun to see them argue whether the people they remembered actually existed and how they were related to her.

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Captain Jack Harkness got as far as introducing himself to Jenny, when the Doctor already shot in between them.

“Back off my daughter, Jack” she growled, pressing both her palms into his chest to physically keep him from touching Jenny.

“Your daughter?” Jack asked, his eyebrows wandering up to his hairline.

“My daughter, Jenny” her mum presented proudly, just to return to her strict voice the next second, “And you are not to flirt with her.”

“I was just saying ‘hello’!” Jack complained which made her almost strangle him.

“Ianto Jones” the man next to Jack presented himself to Jenny very softly, considering the wrestling couple with quiet confusion and some distress, “His boyfriend.”

“Ah” Jenny said, grimacing, “So sorry for this.”

That made Ianto smile.

“Right back at you” he murmured.

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Martha and Mickey found Jenny, when she was sharing a piece of wedding cake with River, expressing their relief that Jenny seemed welcome in the family. They talked about Donna for a while and Jenny learned that their friend had lost her memories after saving the Earth from Daleks.

Her mum recounted how when the Doctor first met her, Donna had been there, too. They exchanged a few stories about her, unanimously deciding they would have loved to know her better. Martha and Mickey said they sometimes checked up on her.

"Only from afar, though" Martha sighed. "She can't see us or else her memories might get triggered."

She and Mickey then told Jenny about their job, how they were freelancers now, hunting hostile aliens.

"Sounds fun" River commented and Jenny had to agree.

"You could join us some time" Martha offered, "Both of you."

"Really?" Jenny asked delightedly, grabbing River's arm in excitement.

"Of course" Mickey grinned, "It always pays to have some backup."

They added their phone number to Bill’s on the napkin and promised to let Jenny know the next time they had an interesting assignment.

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“How is everyone immediately adopting me?” Jenny asked Yaz, Ryan and Graham, when they had proclaimed her part of the ‘fam’ as soon as they heard she was the Doctor’s daughter.

She had already gotten the invite to travel with Bill and Heather, Clara and Me and to live with her grandparents, Martha and Mickey, Jack and Ianto, Sarah Jane Smith and even the Paternoster Gang, although she had tried to avoid them after the pudding incident.

"The Doctor is family" Ryan shrugged. "Which means you're family, too."

The other two nodded in agreement.

“And we all know you can use the support with her being your mother” Ryan continued with a low chuckle, and Jenny stared at him with wide eyes.

“It’s nothing bad” he hurried to appease, “The Doctor’s great, she’s just…”

“The Doctor” Graham finished, and Ryan nodded as if all was said now.

“She’s a little chaotic” Yaz tried to explain.

Graham snorted, “Yeah, right, a little.”

“And irresponsible” Yaz added, “And most of the time you can’t understand a thing of what she’s doing or saying. And the things she does…they tend to go wrong.”

“But she’s wonderful” Ryan said and the other two nodded again.

“‘Brilliant’” Graham said with a low chuckle.

“She’s the best person I know” Yaz ended with a smile and Jenny found herself returning it.

“And you’ll have River and me travelling with you” Yaz concluded, gently nudging her with her elbow, “We’ll take care of you and among the three of us, we’ll also manage to take care of her.”

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Jenny was just talking to a head in a box and a nice couple owning an antiquarian bookstore, when her mums approached her. They were exchanging conspirative glances and the Doctor was hiding her hands behind her back, so Jenny immediately decided whatever they were up to was more interesting than the blonde guy’s obsession with easter eggs. She excused herself and made her way over to her mums.

“River said you might still feel insecure about whether the TARDIS is your home” the Doctor said without greeting, “So, I got you a gift.”

She revealed a tiny package from behind her back with great flourish. It wasn’t much bigger than her thumb, obviously wrapped in leftovers from her own wedding gifts. Without knowing what was inside, Jenny decided it couldn’t have been more perfect.

“Thank you” she beamed and hurried to open her present.

Unfortunately, that was almost impossible for the amount of tape her mum had used. Now that she paid attention to it, it became apparent the Doctor had fought quite the fight against the tape - strips of it were also sticking to her suit jacket and her forearms. One even made its way into River’s hair and Jenny dreaded the moment she would find out about it. Luckily, she missed it when she wordlessly reached into her hairdo upon seeing Jenny struggling. She pulled out the mini dagger again, handing it over to her. With its help, the tape and wrapping paper soon were torn, and a silver key fell into Jenny’s hand.

“It’s for the TARDIS” the Doctor explained. “Now you can come and go whenever you like and stay as long as you like.”

“And once I’ve shown you how to fly her you can also use it to take the TARDIS out on your own whenever you like” River supplemented, and the Doctor glared at her.

“Don’t you dare encourage Jenny to steal my TARDIS!” she grumbled, “It’s bad enough when you do it.”

Then she turned and beamed at Jenny again. “But yeah, pretty much: Welcome to the TARDIS!”

Jenny felt herself tear up a little, clutching the key tightly. It was real! She had a family and a home and she was welcome.

She pulled both her mums into a hug, smiling when they embraced her tightly.

“Thank you so much” she murmured.

Suddenly, an aggressive flash blinded her.

“Oops, sorry” Bill said, lowering a vintage looking camera from her face. “It wasn’t supposed to do that.”

She fumbled with the flash a little bit until Heather took over and switched it off. When Bill raised her gaze again and noticed the whole family was still staring at her, she blushed.

“Don’t mind me”, she said. “I’m just repaying a favour. Have been taking pictures all night. You will want something to remember this day by, Doctor. And yeah, I recalled what you did for me with my mum and thought…I should do that for you, too.”

She smiled sheepishly and the Doctor looked like she was about to melt.

“That is a lovely idea, Bill” River found, pulling Jenny and the Doctor close again to pose for another shot, “You know what? We should get my parents and do a proper family photo!”

“Did I hear family photo?” Jack said, miraculously turning up behind Bill with Ianto in tow. “Can’t do that without uncle Jack!”

“Oh, they most definitely can” Missy chuckled, appearing next to him. “This is not about you, puppy. It’s just for real family members. Like me.”

She pushed past him, positioning herself next to the Doctor and facing the camera with a thin but content smile. “I’m ready when you are, Loves.”

“Uh, yeah, that’s not happening” Jack decided, joining River’s side and slinging his arm around her waist, pulling Ianto with him into the frame.

While Bill shot the photo, Jenny could see more guests taking notice, some approaching them fairly quickly.

“Seems like everybody wants to have their picture taken with you” River whispered to her and Jenny chuckled.

“I am 100% certain it’s about you and mum” she answered although she couldn’t deny she felt important in the middle of the frame that more and more people crowded into.

“You should be in the picture, Bill” the Doctor called out when Sarah Jane was ushering a couple of teenagers and a metal dog to sit down in front of them. “If anyone’s family, it’s you! Just give the camera to Nardole.”

“Yeah, thank you, Ma’am” Nardole frowned. “Always a pleasure to know how much you appreciate me.”

He still took the camera from Bill and she and Heather hurried to the space the Doctor and Jenny cleared between them. It was a little tight now as Missy refused to budge but Jenny just threw one arm around River and the other around Bill and smiled for the photo Nardole shot of them.

It took a while until everybody who wanted to be in the photo had found their place and someone had tracked down a waitress to take the picture. In the meantime, a lot of quirky photos were shot by and of various combinations of the Doctor’s friends. Later they would be glued to the walls of the TARDIS hallways and Jenny would come back to them often to trail the faces of her mums’ loved ones and remember the night.

There would be a picture of Mickey and Martha kissing with Amy photobombing behind them, a picture of Wilf and Rory having exchanged their suit jackets and beaming like idiots and a picture of Jenny, Bill, Heather, Nardole, Yaz and Ryan in a group hug that Graham took as a very blurry selfie. There would be a picture of when Jack had decided to hoist Jenny onto his shoulders and another one of when Clara, Ryan and Yaz had followed suit, respectively carrying the Doctor, Graham and Bill on their backs with varying degrees of success.

Then there would be a picture of Jenny with her namesake which had made them giggle way too much, and another picture that the other Jenny had taken of her with Vastra and Strax, because ‘no-one would see the difference’. Which was an even sillier joke but made Jenny understand how much she liked the Paternoster gang after all. Especially because Vastra and Jenny had promised her fencing lessons between the shots.

There would be a picture of her mums kissing both of Missy’s cheeks simultaneously while Missy wore a decidedly unimpressed expression, a picture of Kate, Osgood, Martha and the Doctor trying to evoke an air of semi-professionalism as ‘UNIT-representatives’ that was completely ruined by the mess of people goofing around behind them and finally the Pond family picture River had asked for. They had to take three versions: one featuring Missy, one Jack and one on which both had begrudgingly left them alone.

But Jenny’s favourite photo would always be the one they took in the end, before everybody dispersed and went on to enjoy the party. The big group photo, with her mums in the focus and everyone surrounding them. The photo they took while she was standing right beside them, between her grandparents, Rory’s arm around her shoulder and Amy’s hand in hers and the happiest smiles possible on all their faces.

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Then it was finally time to leave. Almost all the guests had gone and Clara and Ashildr were collecting the last of them in their diner-shaped TARDIS. All that was left now were Jenny, her parents and her grandparents.

“We’re taking…the kid…with us” Amy said. She was slurring and Jenny presumed she had found another bottle of vodka.

“No, why?” the Doctor complained, clutching at Jenny’s arm. She seemed a little drunk as well, although Jenny couldn’t fathom how. There had been next to no alcohol in the pink drinks. “I’ve let you have her the whole evening already.”

“Jenny will come visit us soon” Rory tried to reassure Amy. His ductus was considerably clearer than hers, but he was swaying a little as well. “She has promised, remember?”

Jenny’s hearts swell a little when she understood Amy must have recounted their discussion on the balcony to him. They’d been talking about her!

“We’re still -taking her” Amy decided, “Or do I needo…- do I need to remind you …what happened in our wedding night?”

“I did” River supplemented smirking. Rory went very pale while Jenny shrieked, hiding her face in River’s shoulder.

Her mum chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Go with your grandparents, Love” she advised, pulling her into a hug and kissing her cheek, when Jenny looked up at her, “Have a splendid night at their place and we’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Thanks, mum” she grinned, returning the kiss to the cheek. Then she turned around to the Doctor.

“We’ll come pick you up first thing in the morning” her mum said, holding her tightly, “I promise.”

“I know” Jenny murmured, amazed by how sure she was of that now, “Have a good night, mum.”

“Oh, she will” River said. The Doctror spluttered and Jenny tensed.

“Mu-um!” she complained, giving her a stern glance. Still, she couldn’t help smiling, when she added: “I hate you!”

River threw her head back laughing.

“No, you don’t” she said.

“We’ll be there tomorrow” the Doctor repeated when she let Jenny go.

“For once…-I am hoping, sh-she will be a month late” Amy murmured, pressing Jenny to her side and thus swaying her lightly.

“How about breakfast at the Ponds together? As a compromise?” the Doctor offered, and Jenny nodded quickly.

“That sounds perfect” she said, and her mum beamed at her.

“Breakfast it is, then” she decided, “Don’t you lot worry, I can bring the custard creams.”

“Yeah, give us till noon, though, Doctor” Rory mumbled, “I’ll need a lot of sleep now.”

“We’re not goingdo - going to sleep” Amy complained, “We’ll have an afda-afterparty. Movies,… facemasks, goss-gosspip.”

She pulled a face at her own slurring which made Jenny chuckle.

“Yeah, you don’t really b-believe that either” Rory commented, gently taking her arm and steering her towards Clara’s TARDIS. He stopped himself to yawn loudly and reach for Jenny’s hand. “Let’s get all of us to bed.”

They waved goodbye and then Jenny took Rory’s hand and followed her grandparents to the diner. Before they passed the TARDIS, she turned around one last time, seeing her mums standing in the ever-setting sun on Darillium. They were facing each other, River’s hand cupping the Doctor’s cheek, the Doctor’s hands on her shoulders and talking in quiet voices. They seemed perfectly comfortable with each other, exhausted, but happy, like they had finally arrived home after a very long journey.

‘We all have’ Jenny thought, when they started slowly kissing and she turned around to her grandparents again, ‘We’ve all come home now.’

Hey :) Thank you so much for reading this series! This is the end, at least of the wedding and of the story, but I’m sure Jenny is about to have many adventures with her mums. Thank you so much to everyone who has left comments, you are all incredibly kind! <3

And thank you so much @elsaistherelifeonmars​ for letting me play with your story! <3

This fic is inspired by ‘The Wedding of River Song’. Go, check it out, if you haven’t already :)

[arch-venus25]

The Head and the Heart, Part 2

Hello everyone,

I am submitting this for @just-the-hiddles‘s The Damnit Jim, I’m A Vampire, Not A Landlord Fic Frenzy. I chose prompt “1....You can pay your rent in money or in blood.” I was inspired by all the prompts and will probably use them throughout the series. Basically I use the prompts as guide-lines.

This is the first time I have written and shared a fic online-- or ever really! It’s also the first time I’ve written anything modern so please let me know what you think! I hope I’m posting this correctly--I created the title art--LOL I’ve never done this before. I’m aiming to update the series each Tuesday. So here we go...

Series Masterlist: The Head and The Heart

Summary: The twins are taking a night off from their graduate studies-- or at least Tessa is; her twin sister, Antha, is just trying to keep her out of trouble. What starts as a night of good old-fashioned fun and flirting quickly changes as they find themselves at the doorstep of the Hollow House Bed and Breakfast.

Characters: OFCs Antha and Tessa King, original characters/vampires

WARNINGS: 18+ for suggestive themes and violence, cursing, implied drug use, implied rape, stressful/scary situations, vampires, and characters with incredible hair-- you’ve been warned. Read at your own discretion.

Word Count: 2228

Part Two: Long into the Night

        The bass swelled and the drums cracked imitating well-known pop-rock songs that sent the patrons into a lather. Antha wasn’t the only one that finally felt it: the night was officially popping-off as it were and when she followed Tessa’s lead people stared.

        As if caught in a fever-dream, the mirrored image of them simply blew one young man’s mind. Way past his limit, he asked one of the twins “Are you real?” Zoey stepped in, pulling her friends around them acting as a barrier. With the added security in numbers, Antha started to relax, even have a little fun; also, knowing that Doug was on his way helped. The song led into another fan favorite and then another; they rolled with the rhythm, working up a sweat that no air conditioner could soothe.

        Something caught Antha’s eye. It was Franco, watching them, flipping the top of his lighter. A chill ran up her spine. She figured now was the best time to break the news to Tessa.

        “Hey, we’re going home after this,” she yelled into her twin’s ear, “one more round and then home.”

        “What did I tell you? We’re going to have fun!” Tessa proclaimed like it was the only stance she had ever believed in.

        “I just have this feeling Tess, I don’t want to go to that bonfire.”

        “You don’t have to! You’re not my third wheel, just get on home then—I’m going out to get lucky!” Tessa shimmied to her Daft Punk reference as the band began to play Get Lucky. She hummed when she followed Antha’s eyes across the floor toward the booth, where Franco lounged. “How can you resist that tall glass of water?”

        “We’re not going. You can have him over for brunch tomorrow,” Antha turned into the spitting image of her mother on the spot, as if compromising with a child. Every so often she checked the door, wishing Doug would just appear to help wrangle her girlfriends. She was truly outnumbered.

        Tessa laughed incredulously, “Franco doesn’t do brunch.”

        “And he’s not doing this either.” Antha waved her hand between the two of them as if a package deal. Tessa stopped dancing, her brow cocked and arms crossed. Zoey piped in that she would go, as did one of her cronies. Tessa shifted her weight and tossed her hair with her unequivocal “I do what I want” look, then she led the girls off the floor toward the bathroom. Antha trailed behind them, hot on their heels.

        She stood outside her sister’s stall trying to be as reasonable as the cocktail coursing through her veins would allow. Tessa and the others finally came out with the flush of toilets reverberating into one long sustained note, suggesting a migraine to Antha. “Oh, you’re still here? I thought you went home.” Tessa began, her attitude getting away from her as she preened in the mirror. Zoey tried to mediate but fell silent when the twin stated her case.

        “Look, if José asked, if Treyvon, if Brian asked—I would go! We could have fun—I just don’t like Franco. He’s got that weird, slow drawl—he disappears then reappears—where does he go? Where? To bonfires on Slaughter Beach? This sounds like the plot of every slasher horror flick ever made!” Antha explained, exasperated.

        “This is just like ‘the Treyvon incident’ years ago, when he touched your hair—it’s like an endless tug of war with you Ant. You never let anything go!” She rolled her eyes to the ceiling, tired of her sister.

        “Tessa. He didn’t touch my hair—he snuck up behind me, fisted my dreads and whispered some nonsense about reigns or riding—or some shit! You know damn well he’s never ridden a horse so I can only imagine what he meant!” Antha grew annoyed recapping history when all it did was make Tessa laugh as if that was one of those old fond memories. Zoey blushed and covered her mouth, feeling a bit mortified for them both.

        “Maybe, I’ll explain it to you when you’re older.” Tessa shot back as she dabbed her neck with a damp towel. She began mumbling her usual rhetoric of Antha should ‘grow up and relax’, but a moment later she slouched against the counter.

        “If this is going to be a thing let’s just stay local—we can hit up the diner, you know like old times—summer is just starting, class is about to let out, we can head down to the beach another night.” Zoey rationalized.

        “Whoa…” Tessa sighed as if she wasn’t part of the conversation and held fast to the sink. She seemed woozy and held her head.

        “Who bought you drinks other than me?” Antha immediately took her sister up by the face and stared into her rapidly dilating pupils.

        “No, no, its not like that—he’s just got some good shit I haven’t had in a while.” She explained, completely detached.

        “Did you know about this?” Antha barked over her shoulder at Zoey and her friends; the girls hemmed and hawed like they were lined up for her firing squad. Of course, Franco had good shit, she thought. In the light of the bathroom Antha could tell she was the only mostly sober woman in the group. “We’re going home now.” She pulled Tessa and the rest from the bathroom, her head pounding from the music and cheap whiskey.

        When they got outside Franco was leaning on the back of his truck bed as if he were waiting to round up a herd of sheep. One of his friends, beer in hand, offered to help the girls up. Two climbed in, but Zoey hesitated, debating if she was more afraid of missing out or Antha. Antha put Tessa in her car and told her not to move; before she could hunt Franco down she found him lumbering toward her.

        “What is wrong with you? She’s as high as a kite!” She confronted him, attempting to keep her voice low.

        “Really?” He replied with mild surprise. “Well I got yer friends here—y’all still welcome to come down if you want.” He handed her the messenger bag and continued casually, his hands in his pockets as if he couldn’t fathom why she was upset. She threw her bag in the back and slammed the door—praying that Doug’s Buick would be squealing into the parking lot right about now.

        “You’re trouble, you know that? My sister doesn’t need a redneck like you hanging around—so do us a favor and disappear like you always do.” She threatened him as he dryly pulled a cigarette from his other ear and lit it. What else you got behind those ears?

        “Well, I see.” He bent to look in on Tessa who was fighting the urge to laugh or cry, she wasn’t sure in her current state. “I guess I’ll be hitting the road then.” He ironically saluted and turned to his truck. Antha watched as he threw up his tailgate and fired up the engine. His friend and the girls clucking like teenagers in the back.

        Antha sighed and swung herself into the driver’s seat of her sister’s car, realizing she didn’t have the keys in her pocket. When she turned to Tessa to get them, she found an empty seat. To her horror she looked up ahead to see the familiar white hot-pants climbing into the passenger side of Franco’s monster-sized truck. She jumped from the car, prepared to block the way and be crushed rather than watch him drive away with her.

        Before she could take one step closer her ears filled with the shrieking of brakes slamming behind her. She hadn’t had time to turn before flashes of color and angry feet whizzed by her body. Someone shouldered her out of the way, knocking her to the ground. The air filled with the unmistakable sound of shattering glass. The girls were suddenly screaming and jumping from the truck bed as Antha held herself, recoiled on the ground and terrified.

        “What the fuck?” Franco bellowed as José took a baseball bat to his side mirror and his crew slashed the back tires. “Who is this guy?” He yelled, completely blindsided, not truly wanting the answer. The invading men knocked out the taillights as José threw open the door and yanked Franco from his seat.

        “Tessa!” Antha held herself, her shoulder throbbing. The men circled as Franco attempted to defend his case.

        “Dude, I don’t know you—are you her boyfriend? Look, I don’t know what the—” He tried to set a standard for the situation before it escalated further. When José’s fist met Franco’s mouth Antha turned from the riot, too afraid to look. The sound of knuckles crashing against teeth was enough visual for her.

        “Tessa!” She called again as she pulled herself up to get her sister. Tessa was called by the men too as if insisting she bear witness to their fury.

        The passenger door groaned open and all that could be seen was a blur of white as Tessa hopped out and bolted from the parking lot and into the corn fields. With a surge of adrenaline Antha found her feet rushing as fast as they could after her sister. The shoddy bar and its watered-down drinks fell away from her like dead weight as the fear set in that her sister was running into the great unknown without her full faculties.

        The broken corn stalks and uneven ground was all she could follow—the only evidence to lead her to her fleeing sibling. The men brawling sounded distant like a dream from another time; everything, the whole night, was forgotten as Antha called for her lost other-half. She took a sharp left, listening, unable to trust her eyes as everything seemed to be moving. The corn stalks swatted back viciously in their disturbance. The further in she ran the more they grew, reaching to the sky, disorienting her and stinging her arms and face—but not like the terror in her chest, her lungs burned with her efforts. She didn’t know how long she had been running.

        Then there was silence.

        Antha stopped for a moment, unsure where to go, the stalks holding fast like bodyguards, reminding her she didn’t belong there. You’re lost, she swore someone whispered to her. She turned to find no one. “TESSA?” She called. Complete silence. All of her hackles raised as the realization set in that she might end up on the six o’clock news and not be around to watch it. The breeze could barely pass through the crop. “Tessa?” She cried as she desperately looked for those white cut-offs that encased her precious sister.

        She slowly moved forward as the thought occurred to her that they might not be alone. Momma, please I’ll never do anything wrong again! Please help me find her—I swear I didn’t mean to lose her—I swear to you and to God I’ll donate more to the church, I’ll never say the f-word again! I swear— Antha’s internal prayer was cut off as the ground suddenly left her, or rather she left it. After spewing the words she swore she’d never say again, she found herself in a rut. She looked above her head to see the corn stalks leering down at her, as she pulled herself from knotted roots and mud.

        The ground had cut away and she could barely see in the dark the massive crater-sized drop. She looked about with nothing but a freckling of stars and clouded moonlight to her aid. She searched for a way up, but could find none. “Tess—” She began but her voice died in her throat as something moved a few feet off from where she stood. She approached carefully—it could be Tessa, it could be a rabbit, or the Boogey Man—perhaps all of the above. Even the Boogey Man wouldn’t be out in this Delaware heat, she thought to herself, her internal monologue attempting to keep her panic at bay.

        She continued further and swore she saw light through the foliage and dank terrain. Antha followed the specks of light, frightened of what she might find, but too scared to stay in place. She prepared her fists but lost her gumption as a whimper sounded. She thought it was herself at first, but then realized the brush was shuddering and crying. Cautiously she pulled back a branch and found the iconic hot-pants, dirtied and shivering. “Tessa!” She excitedly whispered and threw her arms around her sister.

        “Ant, is that you? I’m so lost—where are we?” She sniffed, dazed and confused.

        “I’m here! I’m here!” She kept whispering and pushing her braids back, inspecting her face and limbs. Tessa’s expression was alien; whatever she had taken was in full affect now. She vomited in the shrubbery next to her. When she was done emptying her stomach, Tessa turned to her sister petrified and pointed. Before Antha could turn she heard a smooth voice cut through the dark.

        “You seem to be lost.” The metal click of a shot gun being cocked and readied trumped all of the twin’s senses—that was until the cool tip of the barrel met the base of Antha’s skull.

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[hitsuackerman]

Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt. 1

a/n: I have been struggling with writer’s block because all I’ve been wanting to do was write about garbage man Overhaul. I have no idea how or when my simping for this man began T.T that being said, the words came flowing out when I started this XD

warnings: cursing, subtle flirting, nothing much happens since its only part 1

links: part 2

Masterlist to my other fics: here :)

It was a rather fine Monday afternoon. Lazily drinking your coffee, you waved to the people who knew who you were. You weren’t part of the top ten heroes, no. Not even in the top 100 poll. Instead, with a quirk like yours, you chose to enter the police force. With a bit of training here and there, you mastered everything there was to and still managed to develop your quirk every two missions or so.

Now, you were sitting by the window. Waiting for your partner to arrive. He had called you in for a rather hasty meet up somewhere far from the precinct. With no details given, anything was possible when it came to Tsukauchi and his brain.

A blur of tan and green caught your eye. Turning to face the no longer vacant chair, you observed as he took off his matching hat and fixed his tie. His rectangular eyes greet you with sincerity but hints of anxiety at the same time. Something was about to happen, it was plain obvious.

“Well, good afternoon to you, Nao.” You gave him a cheers of your coffee before taking another sip. The bitterness of your beverage is ever so relaxing. “What can I do for my partner, hm?”

“You read me too well, (Y/N).” He chuckled. Taking a folder from his messenger bag, he placed it on the table and gave you permission to open it. The way he saw your eyebrows furrow only strengthened his hypothesis. “I can explain.”

“You bet your ass you need to explain.” You leaned on your chair. Heart racing a little faster now. Your eyes darting from the detective before you and the streets outside the window. Index finger tapping on your bicep as your arms instinctively crossed on your chest.

“I know this is familiar territory to you and I am sure that you are very much uncomfortable right now,” He began. The little shift in your seat caused guilt to eat him a bit. Seeing your eyes moving from one item to another made him question if this were the right choice. “But with considerable thought, you’re the only one who has a chance in turning this situation for the better.”

“Nao, I get where you’re going but there’s no way in hell I’m going to do that.”

“This mission is only up for 9 months. If you step down then someone else will take your place. With you being tied to the yakuza, the probability of having the time frame cut short is high.”

Ahh. The background-trump card. Of course the chief of police wanted to pull that off.

Before having entered the police force, you had been somewhat a part of the Abegawa Tenchu Kai group. Though the group had been put to an end, they had successfully managed to hide your father in a hidden pathway that none of the police had managed to find.

From there, he had slowly rebuilt it. Still enforcing the way of the yakuza, your father slowly came to realize just how little there was left of the yakuza. Secretly, he began to create ties with the police to ensure a bit of political immunity for his group. By the time you were born, things took a turn and the small organized crimes came to a halt.

When you gave him the news that you were joining the police force, he had let out a hearty laugh that echoed through the halls. Telling you it was ironic and certainly unexpected, he told you of the difficulties you would face but encouraged you the same.

“I know I’m tied up with them but having to fight another one would be difficult. You’re all too aware that the yakuza are a strongly knit group after they were disbanded one by one. Though I’m aware that the group mentioned is trying to take the lead, I would rather not be intertwined in a mess like this.” Your answer was stern but the look your partner gave you made things inconvenient. “Do not give me that look, Tsukauchi.”

“You won’t be alone in this. The plan is for you to talk to the Shie Hassaikai and use them as support for this one.”

“Lmao, what?” You held up your palm and shook your head with amusement. There was no way in hell you were about to create a bond with them. “D’you just hear yourself, Nao? Those people are whack and some are a lost cause already.”

“Overhaul is the current boss. Perhaps you can set a meeting with him and talk.” The way Overhaul came out of his mouth made him want to puke. It was a vile word, even for him. Yet, desperate times call for desperate measures. If low key teaming up with the Shie Hassaikai would put an end to the growing crimes the other group was causing, then so be it. “Just tell him that you won’t dig into his business.”

“You’re putting me in the hands of someone who could obliterate me in a matter of seconds.” You commented. Dragging the folder off the table, you tucked it into your bag and gulped the remaining amount of coffee. It’s taste now bland to you. “Wish me luck. I’m gonna be needing a lot of it.”

“I owe you a lot, (Y/N).” Tsukauchi thanked you while taking his coat and putting it on. Leading the way towards the exit, he opened the door for you and motioned for you to exit first. “Also, be aware that only a select group of people know about this arrangement.”

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed and waved goodbye.

Walking down the streets, your thoughts began to eat you up. If there was one thing your old man taught you, it was that the Shie Hassaikai had something going on beneath them. Of course, your father never gave any information as to what they did. All you could do was to respect his decision. He was still a yakuza after all. And despite what the people might think, the way of the yakuza wasn’t all that bad. At least when it came to morals of brotherhood, of course.

The screeching of tires caught your attention. A white carrier van came speeding through the road and took a rather sharp turn. It was probably 4 blocks from where you stood. You were off duty but still, trouble waits for no one. Cautiously, you jogged towards the location.

Not soon after, a small scale explosion made you wince. By now, you were running and saw the distressed people exiting the corner as a pillar of smoke started to climb towards the skies. Moving at fast speeds, you ended up bumping with a stranger with a black and gray mask on. His layered blue unbuttoned polo exposing his matching shirt. “Sorry, mister!” You apologized before turning around the corner. The look on his face was a little confused. You couldn’t blame him. Confusion was always part of the recipe of disaster.

You stopped running when you were met with dismembered and morphed bodies of the supposed to be criminals. Standing in front of you were 3 people. One with a large build, one who was slim but wore a hood, and the other with auburn hair. His dark green bomber jacket stood out due to the purple fur around the hood.

He seemed to be busy monologuing knowing he hasn’t killed you yet.

“And who might you be?” The voice seemed to be coming from above.

Not wanting to lose your sights on him, you watched as he turned around and faced you. His magenta bird mask on full display. His eyes still marked with the rage he had just let out a few moments ago. His golden eyes dug deep to your soul. It was scary to say the least.

Your heartbeat raced and your thoughts tried to come up with a logical explanation as to why you did not run away. When Overhaul took a step forward, you held your breath and opened your mouth.

“I’ve been meaning to talk with you, Overhaul.” Your eyes followed as his surgical covered hands began to adjust his mask. The twitch in his eye bringing you one step closer to death. “I’m from the Abegawa Tenchu Kai.”

It was amazing to you. How you casually stated you were part of another group. Feeling the air shift around you, the person who had asked as to who you were was now standing beside you. The beak of his mask a mere inches from your face. You wanted to glare at him, but the real threat here was the one right in front of you.

“It’s not safe to talk here. The police are coming and it’s pretty obvious you don’t want any more dirt on your hands, yes?” You began to walk backwards and motioned for them to follow you. They could follow you or they could just brush it aside and move along with whatever business they had in mind.

When the same person who had been beside you just now talked to Overhaul, it was now clear who he was. Chronostasis. One of his indisposable pawns. You’ve heard of the stories surrounding these two.

“You have approximately 5 minutes to decide before they arrive.” You informed them. “I’ll wait in the corner in case you want to hear what I have to say.”

When a minute had passed, you were now face to face with the leader of the Shie Hassaikai and his companion. He probably let the rest go on ahead. Good. At least he was curious as to what in the world a random person would want them for.

“Speak before he changes his mind.” Chrono threatened you.

Unwavered by that, you began to walk. Thankfully, the sidewalk didn’t have that many people.

“I need your help. The Fukuo Kai group have been getting restless.” If they were still updated with the inside news, you hoped you wouldn’t have to explain the details. It was too tiring and time was of the essence.

“Who exactly are you, woman?” This time you heard his voice. It was oddly intoxicating. He was careful but made sure not to show it.

“I’m sure you can do a background check on me. I have no way in stopping you, I’m all too aware.” Rummaging through your bag, you took out a pen and paper. Jotting your number down, you handed it to Chrono. If the stories were right, he would freak out if you were to touch him. “If you want to talk about this more in your office, feel free to hit me up. But, no to kidnapping. It’s tiresome.”

Overhaul just stared at you. Calculating what to do next. Or how this would benefit him. Yes, he would surely ask some of his men to follow you around but with you being tied with the Abegawa Tenchu Kai, it was almost certain that you had henchmen following you around. Looking over at his masked companion, Chrono immediately understood that a background check would be done the moment they would step into the grounds.

“2 days. If no call, I’ll move on to the next people on my list.” You gave them a quick bow. There was no need to but he was who he was. The rumors being spread about him and his plans were most probably true. He at least deserved a half ass bow from you.

Knowing it was more than enough contact, you turned to the next corner and made your way back home. All too aware that the possibility of being followed was all too high. There were two ways you could go, you could go to your apartment or go home. None of that surely mattered with who he was and what he was capable of. Letting out a sigh, you went with the former.

By the time you arrived in your unit, you flopped on your sofa and threw your bag to the coffee table. Sinking further and further down, you flailed for a few seconds before composing yourself. Leaning towards your bag, you took out your phone and began to dial up a number.

“What can I do for you, (N/N)-chan?” The voice over the phone said.

“Is dad busy?”

“The boss is currently out of office. He’ll be back in a few hours. He shifted in his seat and felt a tad antsy. “Is something wrong?”

“Nah. Just miss the old man.” Giving him a chuckle, you sat straight up and pulled your bag closer towards you. Shuffling through the mess as you took the folder out. Placing it on your table, your eyes began to wander and skim through the pages. “Anyway, I gotta go. Tell him to call me back.”

When he gave his reply, the call ended and you immediately began to read the information more closely.

Hours had now passed and you ended up crashing on the couch. By the time you woke up, the room was now dark save for the city lights illuminating the walls softly. Stretching your limbs, you stood up and turned the lights on. It was painfully blinding but you adjusted quick enough.

Checking your phone for any messages, you tossed it back on the couch and grunted. Zero. Nada. Zilch.

With nothing else to do, you decided to get started with dinner.

Pasta and wine. That’s what you craved for. Not sure why but all the contents were now laid out before you. Preparation time would take around 30. Nothing too long or too fast, just right. Starting the labor, you began to heat up water in a pot and began to prepare the sauce.

Moving in a trance, the sound of your phone ringing caused you to jump. Wiping your hands clean with a tissue, you jogged towards the living room and stared at the unknown number.

‘Shit.’ You mentally prepared yourself. “(L/N) speaking.”

“I have been thinking about your offer.” He said over the phone. His voice a little muffled due to his bird mask, at least you presumed. “However, I would prefer if we talk about this in person. I would hate it if your phone was bugged and such.”

“What time are you free?”

“2 in the afternoon. I am aware that you know where we are located.” He replied. A tiny voice seemed to be yapping about in the background. The small voice seemed to stop and Overhaul continued. “If you’re late, then you’ll have to go through your list of people.”

Before you could respond, he ended the call. For someone who was rumored to be antisocial, he sure had a knack of being sarcasm. Who were you kidding, that wasn’t sarcasm.

Walking back to your kitchen, your mind was out of it as you continued making dinner. Your foot began tapping your tiled floor. What would happen tomorrow? Sure, you knew where they were situated but to be inside their headquarters? A chill ran down your spine.

In the task force, you were one of the people who were experts on reading people. Yet, the Shie Hassaikai leader was one person you would rather not read into. Sociopaths were usually textbook people but for someone who was whispered to be an antisocial sociopath? Your mind couldn’t comprehend what goes through his head.

Safe to say that you did not enjoy your dinner.

Time was now moving fast. In the blink of an eye, you found yourself at the gates of their headquarters. Last night, you fell into such a deep sleep that you barely had enough time to dream. With only another cup of coffee to keep you going, you knocked on the wooden gates and waited for entry.

The gates opened slightly. You were met with a random thug who didn’t wear a mask. He was wearing plain simple clothes but the look on his face told you he was definitely not happy to see you.

“I have some business with Overhaul.” You said plainly.

“Oh so you’re that woman.” Opening the gates a little wider, he watched as you entered. “Follow me, missy.”

The headquarter’s building was designed similar to your home. Traditional Japanese interior when you made your way through the front door. The tatami mats lined on the floor while the shoji screens littered every few steps.

The walking stopped and you were now face to face with Chrono. His mask present and his hood kept his hair hidden. The man who led you quickly bowed and left without looking back.

“Not the traditional meeting room?” You tried to joke. Met with only silence, you told him you were ready and he began to walk down the dimly lit path. Tailing behind him, you took note of the turns you had to take. For a while, it began to confuse you and realized that the sole purpose was for that.

It went on for quite some time before the halls were now lit properly and a double door was now facing you.

“Do I knock? Or do I just barge in?” You turned to be face to face with Chrono. A smirk landed on your face when he let out an unamused sigh. Before you knew it, he leaned and opened the doors for you.

Making your way inside, the decor of the room was nothing much. Two sofas parallel to each other with a table situated in the middle. A banner of their insignia hung proudly on the wall. Sitting on one of the couches was the reason why you were even down here.

Without his obnoxious bomber jacket, you had to admit that Overhaul looked pretty damn fine. Clean and proper. Taking a seat on the empty sofa, you leaned on to the back and shrugged your shoulders.

“Well, what do you wanna talk about?” You decided to start the conversation. In a way, it calmed your senses since the silence was deafening.

“What do I get in return?” His elbows rested on his knees. Tilting his head a little bit, he squinted his eyes ever so slightly. The horrible lighting of the room somehow made the golden trimming of his mask shine.

“You get to take their rank. You’re aware that the Fukoa Kai are pretty up there and surely you would love to have additional men behind your back.”

“And why would a police officer like you want to ask help from people like us? That’s a bit ironic now isn’t it?” Not a single movement save for his occasional blinking. “I’ve heard stuff about your lot. And it would definitely make things a whole lot easier. Besides, the chief of police saw it amusing by using me as a bridge. You’ve done your background check I presume?”

“(L/N). Daughter of the man who reestablished the Abegawa Tenchu Kai group from the dirt. Top ranking police officer despite having been born with the yakuza way.” He began to relay out. “Political immunity granted due to the old man pulling a few strings and helping the force every now and then. Such a shame his goal was patterned like that .”

Years of hearing that, you were now immune to those choice of words.

“If it calms your clammy hands,” You retorted. His eyebrows jumped a bit at how you raised your voice. “Only a few select people know about this. We plan to keep this on the low hence me meeting you. You won’t be meeting any of them, save for maybe one. But other than that, this would surely benefit you more than it would for us.”

“Tell me, (L/N).” He was now leaning on the back of the sofa. His head craned back to rest as well. You couldn’t help but wonder how heavy that mask was. Or what he was hiding underneath it. “Do you play shogi?”

Not expecting the question, you couldn’t help but giggle ever so slightly. Making sure that your hand partly covered the smile you were holding in. Tucking in a loose strand of hair, you lifted your chin and responded.

“I do but I’m not the best at it.”

“If I am satisfied with how you play, then we will commence whatever plan you have in your head.” He motioned for Chrono to get the board. “But, should I win, you have to add a few more privileges for my participation.”

“I’ll have to…” You had to cut yourself. Coming to a conclusion that your chief would surely decline it, you would just have to face the consequences of it later. “Sure.”

Watching as his companion laid out the board, you took the opportunity to observe what you could with the man sitting in front of you. His shoulders were broad and his face smooth. His eyebrows were quite unique as well. His lower lashes were eye catching, no doubt. Though his eyes were the money shot though. The dim lighting did no justice to the golden hues he were gifted with.

When his eyes met yours, he raised an eyebrow. You raised one as well. Furrowing his brows, you merely blinked lazily. Squinting your eyes, they slowly traveled down to his shoulders. Realizing that you were clearly checking him out, you jolted your sight once more and met his. The staring game was always fun for you knowing you don’t chicken out. When Overhaul finally broke connection, he gave you the liberty of ushering the first move.

The only sound that now echoed the room was the sound of your pieces being put into place. It was a rather intense game. For a while, he had managed to snag some of your powerful pieces but you managed to turn the table around by taking his as well. Chrono stared intently at the game. Seeing how his boss was now playing with his hundred percent was something he had not seen in a while. Looking at you, you were unfazed by the pressure of playing with the boss.

Little did they know that behind your poker face, you were panicking. The moves left were slowly depleting and you could only go on for a few more minutes. It was too obvious he was enjoying this. Deciding to play on defense, you picked up a tile and placed it where you intended it to be.

This exchange of moves went for a few more minutes before you finally saw the opportunity to grab his king. By now both of you had practically an equal amount of each other's soldiers. Though it would require you to sacrifice three pawns, the feeling for victory would probably be within reach in 5 moves.

5 moves later, you finally leaned back on the sofa. That had been one of the longest games of shogi you had ever played. Mentally, you were drained and hungry. The effects of the coffee had worn down 16 moves ago and you wanted to stuff down a hearty burger before you head to the precinct.

“When will the operation start?” Overhaul asked as he still stared at the board. Processing how he had just lost. Yet, he had to admit that your final moves were brilliant.

“I’ll give you a call.” You tossed the piece and he caught it with ease. His eyesight never tore from yours as he placed it back on the board. “But, I am in a rather good mood. The only add on I can give to you is that no snooping around will happen. Whatever it is you have planned in this maze of an office you have, I’ll have nothing to do with it. I’m here for one purpose and one purpose only.”

“Then so be it.” He accepted the offer. “If there’s nothing else-”

“How heavy is your mask?” You blurted out.

Both men in the room were rather speechless at the sudden question. Even you were surprised. That had simply been a thought but your mouth seemed to move faster than your brain could comprehend. Perhaps it was the hunger taking over.

“You don’t have to answer that.” You looked away and stared at their banner. Shame and embarrassment creeping into you. “But, yeah. There’s all there is to it.”

Once again, you were back to the winding halls. You didn’t bother memorizing the area knowing full well you were bound to go back. When the traditional walls were within sight once again, all you could think of was the exit and the nearest hamburg shop.

“What’s your quirk?” Chrono suddenly asked.

“Thought you’d already know by now.” You replied.

“It was marked as classified information no matter how deep we dived into the systems. Did you pay for the secrecy?”

“Nope. Well, maybe.” You were now facing the entrance. Chrono was still waiting for an answer. “I’ll tell you when the time comes. But, it has something to do with health. So if it makes your boss any less worried about the germs I carry, I’m clean.”

Waving a farewell, you walked and exited yourself away from the building.

Taking your phone out, you searched for the nearest hamburg store and began to walk your way. It was only a few blocks away so it wouldn’t hurt to exercise your legs. Glancing at the time, you were shocked that 2 hours had passed in that meeting. It felt too fast but perhaps it was the shogi that took up most of the time.

Realizing that you had to send updates to your partner, you searched for his contact and hit dial. He answered after the second ring.

“Yes, (Y/N)?” The typing of his keyboard was evident and you recalled just how many other cases he had under his care.

“It’s a done deal. But, I had to cave in with his one demand.” Letting him digest what you had just shared, you heard the creak of his office chair. A sigh followed after. “We are not to meddle with his affairs. One purpose and that’s it.”

“Well, at least it’s not much. And another team is currently doing that as well. Still, as expected from my partner.” He praised you. “How’d you do it?”

“I beat him at a game of shogi.” You couldn’t help but smirk at the memory of him realizing he was in too deep to pull himself out of the corner. “Anyway, I’ll be eating lunch. Want me to bring you something?”

“Daifuku will do.”

“Got it.”

Ending the call, you scrolled down through your contacts once more. Hitting up the dial button, you finally arrived at the food chain. The ringing still killing your ears. When the waitress handed you the menu, you were put into voicemail.

“Gei. Pick me up when you get this.” Placing your phone on the table, you called the waitress and told her your order. It would take 15 minutes for your food to arrive and that meant you had 15 minutes to dig around what you could about Overhaul.

Scrolling through news articles, there wasn’t a lot of coverage about him. As expected from a young yakuza member. How old was he anyway? Remembering how you asked him about his mask, you face palmed and scolded yourself.

The screen changed and Gei was calling you. A smile found its way to your lips. “Whattup girrrl?!” Your friend greeted you. His voice pitchy as always and you were positive he was moving his head with every word.

“Just finished a meeting with someone and was wondering if you wanted to crash by my place tonight?”

“Say no more boo. Imma bring some chips, a tub of ice cream, and the glorious wine!” His happiness was contagious. With such a tension filled job, it was a miracle Gei and you became friends. “What’s the occasion baby girl?”

“Uh, just the usual.”

“Ooh~ Is this a red wine situation or a moscato problem?”

What kind of problem was it anyway? If you replied red, it would mean work trouble. If you went with moscato, it would be a mix of work and relationships.

“I guess both?”

“Well! Lemme take my purse and rush to the convenience store! You better spill the beans (N/N).”

“I will~” You said farewell and he made sure to send kisses over the phone. Ever so flamboyant, your friend was. Yet, despite his personality, you knew that Gei would always be there for you no matter what. Of course, with him being your loud best friend, it was a given that you would do anything for him as well.

Your food was now served and you downed it in just 10 minutes. A new record, if you said so yourself. Wrapping things up, you took the daifuku and went your way towards the precinct. Wishing you had taken your car, you called for a taxi and took a quick nap.

[whatdidimissjm]

Talk Less

Alex is sitting alone at the bar, a glass of orange juice in his hand. Their entire department had decided to go to a bar and because it´s already quite late, everyone is in different degrees of drunkenness. He is watching Burr trying to flirt with a girl and can´t help but chuckle. He really hopes he will get her number.

“Seems like we are the only sober ones here, huh?”, a voice behind him says, and he turns around, looking up at Jefferson.

He hadn´t really seen the other man the whole evening, so he wasn´t prepared how amazing he looks in casual clothing. The striped pullover hugs his chest in all the right places and Alex had never thought someone could look so hot in jeans; it simply takes his breath away for a moment.

“Yeah…”, he gives back, his voice sounding off.

Jefferson laughs quietly and sits down beside him.

“Why are you not drinking?”, Jefferson asks, nodding at his glass of orange juice.

Alexander shrugs.

“Don´t like what it does to my mind. You?”

At that Jefferson shakes his head amused.

“That´s such a Hamilton answer.”

He huffs irritated.

“What´s that supposed to mean?”

But Jefferson just shakes his head, smiling slightly. They talk for a few minutes, their usual heated fighting turning to easy banter. Alex isn´t sure he´s liking it, because it makes not wanting to kiss the other man so much harder.

“I´m starving.”, Thomas says, after Alex has finished his drink. “Let´s head out and grab something to eat?”

For a second Alex just stares at him, before he nods. Thomas grins and gets up, Alex following suit. They head outside and Alex takes a deep breath, relishing the fresh air. It´s almost too cold for the pullover Alex is wearing, even though it doesn´t seem to affect Thomas at all.

“Do you know a 24/7 place around here?”, Thomas asks, and Alex nods.

“Yeah, there´s one just around the corner, actually.”, he smirks, bumping his shoulder into Thomas´. “But it´s probably not fancy enough for a snob like you.”

“Watch your mouth.”, Thomas warns laughing.

True to Alexander´s words, they arrive at the diner not even ten minutes later. They get into a booth and instantly start fighting for the one menu. Thomas wins, holding it triumphally above his head.

“Fucking asshole.”, Alex mutters, bit his mean words gets contradicted by the smile on his face.

“I´m simply better than you.”

Alex rolls his eyes dramatically, and gets up, slipping into the booth next to Thomas. Their shoulders bump together, and Alex grins up at him. There is something in Thomas´ expression that he can´t quite place, but before he can completely grasp it, he looks away at the menu in front of him.

“What do you think about sharing fries?”, Thomas asks, after having studied the card for some time.

Alex nods.

“Sure. What´re you getting?”

“A burger and either the strawberry milkshake or the Oreo one, I can´t decide.”

“Take the Oreo one! I´ll get the strawberry one and we can switch.”, he proposes, far too excited about his idea.

“How romantic.”, Thomas comments, nudging him with his elbow.

Alexander´s face flushes a bright red, and he is glad that the waitress decides to take their order in this moment.

“Good evening! What can I get you?”, she asks with a bright smile.

Before Alex can answer, though, Thomas starts speaking: “We´ll take the fries, a strawberry and one Oreo milkshake, with two straws each, please. And I´ll get the House Burger. Alexander, what else do you want?”

Alex feels his face burning even more, as he gives the waitress his order, and he doesn´t even know why.

“Are you alright?”, Thomas asks, after she has left.

He turns around to Alex, resting his arm behind his back.

“Yeah?”, Alex answers, but it comes out as more of a question.

Thomas laughs.

“Am I making you flustered, my dear Alexander?”, Thomas asks, his voice low and seductive, and wow if that isn´t doing stuff to him.

“Fuck off, asshole.”, he mutters, but Thomas just laughs more.

Before Alex can embarrass himself anymore, the waitress luckily brings them their order. He reaches for the strawberry milkshake, but Thomas snatches it away, taking a long sip from it.

“Hey!”, Alex says indignantly.

“You said we´re sharing.”, Thomas defends himself, but Alex can see the mischievous glint in his eyes.

“And you made fun of me for it!”, Alex protests.

Thomas rolls his eyes.

“No, I said that it´s romantic.”

Alex takes his burger and bites into it, so that he doesn´t have to reply to this. He can feel Thomas watching him from the side and does his best not to blush at the other man´s attention. He fails, obviously. The conversation flows easily, and Alex enjoys every minute of it. He knows that he shouldn´t get his hopes up, but there are moments, when he thinks Thomas might be flirting with him. After they are done with their burgers and fries, Thomas proposes to get something sweet as a dessert.

“I will literally die if I eat another bite.”

Thomas laughs.

“Don´t be so dramatic.”, Thomas says smiling, and then to the waitress: “We´ll take a piece of chocolate cake.”

“I knew you wanted me dead!”

Thomas just laughs again and Alex can´t help but think that it´s the most beautiful sound he has ever heard. When he thinks about it, he had never heard Thomas laugh so freely and often as at that evening. The waitress is back a moment later with their cake, and Thomas takes the fork and cuts a piece off. He takes a bite from the cake and closes his eyes in bliss. Alex watches him with a smile.

“This tastes amazing.”, Thomas says, loading another piece onto the fork.

He turns around to Alex and moves it into the direction of his mouth.

“Open up!”, he says grinning, and Alex flushes a bright red again, but does as he´s told.

Thomas hadn´t lied, the cake did taste amazing, but Alex was far too distracted by Thomas who keeps feeding him piece after piece of cake. His heart feels like it´s about to jump out of his chest, while Thomas seems to think this is completely normal behaviour for two work rivals.

Alex honestly isn´t even surprised when Thomas pays for their meal without even acknowledging his protests. He feels flattered even though he´d never admit it. Alex follows Thomas outside and stops him, his heart beating fast and loud in his chest.

“Okay, fuck me if I´m wrong, but this was like, a date, right?”, Alex says, and Thomas stares at him with a mix of fondness and amusement.

He takes a step closer to Alex, resting his hands on his hips.

“You are not wrong, but I would still very much like to fuck you.”, he answers, and Alex can feel his knees getting weak.

He lets out something between a moan and a whine and pulls Thomas´ head down, kissing him deeply. Thomas slings his arms around Alexander´s smaller frame, pulling him closer against his body. Alex lets out another undignified noise, and Thomas reluctantly breaks the kiss, resting their foreheads together. Alex can feel Thomas´ hot and rapid breath on his face and shudders.

“I´m flat´s only like a block away.”, he pants, and Alex nods enthusiastically.

“Yes.”, he practically moans, grabbing Thomas´ hand and pulling. “I don´t want Washington to have to bail us out of prison for indecent exposure.”

Thomas keeps standing, even as Alex tries to pull him with him.

“First: please don´t mention Washington while I´m about to have a boner. Second: you´re going in the wrong direction, darling.”

Alex feels his face growing hot again, but at the same time shudders at the pet name. He obediently follows Thomas down the street, still clutching his hand tightly. From time to time he pulls him down for a kiss, still in awe that he can do that. When they finally reach Thomas´ flat and step into the elevator, Thomas presses him against the wall almost immediately, giving him a rough kiss. They almost don´t hear the elevator doors opening again, and blindly stumble out into the corridor. While Thomas struggles with the keys, Alex keeps kissing his neck.

“Stop that, it´s damn distracting!”, Thomas curses, but the small moan that slips out contradicts his words.

He finally manages to open the door and drags Alex into the bedroom, pulling his sweater and t-shirt off on their way there. In the bedroom he turns around to Alex and cups his face with his hands, kissing him so slow and sweet that his head starts to spin.

“You´re gonna be the death of me.”, Thomas mumbles.

Alex just whimpers, and Thomas deepens the kiss. They keep kissing like that for some time their hands roaming each other’s bodies. They are reluctant to break their kissing, but the need for air forces them to. During one of their breaks, Alex pulls Thomas´ sweater over his head, moaning at the sight in front of him.

“God Thomas!“, Alexander pants, before pressing another open-mouthed kiss to the other man´s mouth.

He groans when their hips grind together, burying his face in Thomas´ shoulder for a moment. He starts leaving wet kisses along his jaw, before seeking out Thomas´ mouth again.

“You have no idea how long I´ve wanted to do this.”, Alex whispers into Thomas´ ear, before biting down on it, which causes Thomas to let out a surprised squeak.

“Knew you´d be the vocal type in the bedroom.”, Thomas says fondly.

He guides Alexander´s lips back to his mouth, swallowing his moan, as he slips one hand into his trousers.

“God, I never thought this would actually happen.”, Alex pants again.

Thomas chuckles softly.

“Why don´t you use that pretty mouth of yours for something better?”, Thomas suggests, taking a step backwards.

At that Alexander stiffens, his dazed smile turning forced. His heart skips a beat and he can feel tears starting to form in his eyes. It feels like a slap in the face, but still, he lets himself fall to his knees. He is about to undo Thomas´ trousers, but before he can do that, a hand in his hair stops him. He looks up hesitantly, fearing what he might find in Thomas´ face. He expects anger but instead there is concern written all over it. Before Alexander can react, Thomas is kneeling in front of him, his hand reaching up to cup his face.

“What´s the matter?”, Thomas asks softly.

Alexander drops his gaze again, but Thomas´ fingers curl beneath his chin and gently tilt his head back.

“Hey, talk to me, whatever this is, we can work it out. Did I do something wrong?”

Alexander swallows audibly and takes a deep breath, finally meeting Thomas´ eyes.

“It´s okay if I talk?”, he asks quietly, and he can see the confusion written all over Thomas´ face.

“What? Of course, why-“, he stops, as a sudden thought strikes him. “Wait, is this about me telling you that you should use your mouth for something better?”

When Alexander nods hesitantly, Thomas sighs.

“Sweetheart, that´s not what I meant at all. I love hearing you talk. I would never tell you to stop talking. Why would you think that?”

Alexander takes a few deep breaths, his hand searching for the other man´s. He still hesitates a moment, making sure that Thomas means what he said, before he clears his throat and starts speaking.

“My last… relationship was with a man who always said that I talk too much. He… he always said that I should rather be seen than heard, and when you said that, it just reminded me a lot of him, and I thought… I thought you wanted that too.”

Thomas feels his heart shatter at that.

“Of course not. Alexander, sweetheart, I promise you, I would never ask this of you.”

Thomas helps the younger man to his feet and guides him to his bed. They get in, and Thomas drapes the blanket over them. He pulls Alexander against his chest and presses a kiss to his hair.

“I´m sorry that I destroyed this.”, Alexander whispers after some time, and Thomas feels his heart break a little bit more.

“You didn´t destroy anything. I get to hold you in my arms and that´s enough.”

He can feel Alexander relax slightly.

“You really mean that?”

Thomas shuffles a bit away from him and lifts Alexander´s head with a finger under his chin. Then he leans forward and kisses him, slow and sweet and full of reassurance.

“I do. I could never lie to you. Not about this. Not about us.”

[pod95]

Pairing: Finn Balor X OFC (Ciara)

Word Count: 1981

Warnings: Mature to explicit as the story goes on.

Description: After moving to the USA from England to start her career as an NXT superstar, Ciara gets to meet her long time crush, NXT champion Finn Balor. It's clear the pair have chemistry, but when tensions start to rise, will they find they want more than a no strings attached relationship?

So this is the first piece of fanfic I have written literally ever. I will be posting them here periodically, but I already have 6 chapters out on my Wattpad, AO3 and FanFiction pages.

This series will involve romance, drama and (although it will take a little while) some smutt too. Hope you enjoy it! 😊

Chapter 5: Prince Charming

I had a quick shower in my locker room before heading out to the car park, where Fergal was coolly leaning against his car. I was feeling kind of nervous. Up to now every time I'd seen Fergal it was down to pure coincidence. Now we were very intentionally going out for food together.

"Ready to go?" he smiled as I approached his car. I nodded sheepishly in response. "Good. We'll swing by your place so you can drop of your stuff and change if you want."

"That would be great, thanks!" I threw my gym bag into the trunk and climbed into the passenger seat. Fergal turned the radio on low and pulled out of the car park.

"So can you drive back in England?" he asked me.

"To be honest no, I never got my licence"

"Really? How come?" I hesitated for a moment before answering. The truth was simple: I could never afford to. But the reason why was something I wanted to run so far away from that I'd never think about it again.

"Well... I grew up in a poor area and money was tight for a lot of my life. I guess I just... Never got around to it," I lied, before lowering my head in embarrassment.

"Ya know," he piped up eventually, clearly noticing my discomfort, "I didn't learn to drive until I joined NXT. Dusty actually taught me" he admitted, with a hint of sadness.

"You must have some great memories with him"

"Oh I could tell you some stories, " he smiled at me before turning his attention back to the road.

The journey was filled with laughter as Fergal recounted his driving lessons, and soon enough we were pulling up outside my apartment.

"Right, won't be a minute"

I jumped out of the car, rushed inside and dumped my gym stuff in the washer. Knowing that this wasn't a date took a lot of the pressure off of choosing an outfit. I kept reminding myself that this was just a casual meal between work colleagues and not to overthink it. I returned to the car in a nice top and some jeans.

"So where are we going?" I asked.

"Well there's a nice sushi place near here, or we could get pizza-"

"I LOVE sushi!" I interrupted loudly before catching myself "I mean... Sushi sounds great, please"

"Sushi it is!" Fergal giggled, and pulled away from the pavement.

* * * *

As we entered the restaurant, the host greeted Fergal with a warm, familiar smile.

"Mr Devitt! Your usual seat I presume?" he asked, eyeing me before giving Finn a knowing look. It was obvious the host was not surprised to see Fergal here with a new face.

"Yes please, if it's available"

"Of course! Right this way sir. And might I say, your lady friend looks ravishing this evening" he flashed me a charming smile.

"This is Ciara, she's a new superstar. She worked her ass off today so I'm treating her," Fergal flashed that gorgeous smile again, but his quickness to correct the hosts mistake had me a little disappointed.

"Ah, my mistake sir! I assumed... No matter. Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Just a soda, please"

We took our seats in a quiet corner of the restaurant.

"Same for me, thanks" I nodded.

"Right away," he nodded and left the two of us alone.

Our table was next to a large window looking out across a small stretch of beach. Not one of the many that were overpopulated with tourists, but a quiet, peaceful piece of heaven. As the sun started to set, its light was dancing across the surface of the ocean. It was a beautiful sight. I could see why this was Fergals usual table, though I couldn't help but wonder how many women he'd brought here, charming them with the view.

"So, what looks good?" Fergal opened the menu and glanced over the pages.

"Honestly, all of it..."

"I usually just get a sushi platter to share and then order some ramen or a bento box for myself."

"That sounds perfect," I closed my menu and set it down, relieved that he'd taken the lead before I said something stupid. Fergal called a waiter over to give him our order before turning his attention back to me.

"So how did you get into wrestling?"

"My mum is a huge fan, we used to watch it together. She's basically in love with Brett Hart" I giggled.

"She must be incredibly proud," he smiled. I nodded in response, trying to hold back some tears that had started to form. Noticing my sadness, his tone softened, "I know it's hard, moving away from family, friends, boyfriend..."

"Oh, I'm single so that's not an issue but... Yeah, I miss them a lot."

It could have been my hopeful imagination, but the look in his eyes seemed to shift slightly from sympathy to devilish triumph.

"Really? That's interesting..."

"How so?" I asked, playfully.

"Well..." he hesitated before leaning in slightly closer to me. He squinted his eyes in thought, as if he were trying to solve a difficult puzzle. "You're beautiful, so I doubt you're short on options. You don't have any annoying habits that I've seen, but honestly you're attractive enough that most guys won't care-"

"And what if I'm only interested in women?" I teased, enjoying watching his attempts at analysing me. He chuckled cockily and licked his bottom lip.

"Well in that case, all that flirting you did last night wouldn't make much sense would it?"

"I... Suppose not..." I mumbled, my cheeks beginning to feel hot once again.

Every interaction between Fergal and I felt like a game of Tennis, passing flirtatious remarks and enticing glances between us until one of us (usually me) was left feeling embarrassed.

"So that means, you're choosing to be single. Why is that?" he leaned back in his chair and folded his arms, satisfied with his theory.

"I'm just not looking for anything serious now. My career comes first."

"That's smart," he nodded in approval.

We were interrupted by a waiter bringing our food to the table. Everything looked and smelled amazing.

"I just got out of something semi-serious so, I'm focusing on my career too."

I popped a Maki roll into my mouth to hide my surprise. He didn't look like he was lying to me, but Saraya had mentioned last night that he was seeing someone. Maybe she was just taking a dig at him. There was a lot of hostility there after all.

Ugh... Thinking about last night was giving me flashbacks of my piss poor attempt at being alluring. I shuddered the thought out of my mind.

"You ok?"

"Yeah just, kind of embarrassed about last night," I confessed. "I don't normally flirt with complete strangers."

"I could tell, you were really bad at it. Do you always get like that when you're drunk or are ya just that attracted to me?" Fergal laughed, doing nothing to calm my already crimson face.

"I'm always like that, sorry to disappoint. But I did want to thank you for not taking advantage, and for making sure I got home safe. It was really kind of you..."

"Wow. No wonder you're single. You really need to get higher standards for men love. If not trying to sleep with you when you're drunk is your idea of kind, you're gonna be dating a lot of assholes."

I knew he was right, but considering my last relationship, honestly at this stage I'd say almost anything was an improvement.

We continued eating and laughing until finally the bill came. I reached into my bag to get my purse out.

"Woah, what are ya doing? I said this was my treat." Fergal insisted, reaching into his back pocket.

"At least let me pay for half of it"

"Absolutely not."

"You are fighting a losing battle here miss. Mr Devitt is a gentleman after all," the host chimed in, leaving me with no choice but to concede. We thanked him for the meal and said our goodbyes.

It was only when we got outside and it was pitch black I realised how long we'd been here for. Time really felt like nothing when I was spending it with Fergal. The journey home was made in a comfortable silence, both of us stuffed from dinner as I hummed along to the radio, and before I knew it we were pulling up outside of my apartment.

"Here, it's dark. I'll walk you to your door," Fergal switched off the engine and got out of the car.

"Thanks again for tonight. It was nice getting to hang out. Made me feel a little less lonely being here," I reached into my purse to grab my keys.

"No problem, I know what it's like moving to a new country. If you ever need anyone to just hang out with, let me know," he suggested.

"And next time I will definitely pay!"

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that." he beamed.

In the moonlight he looked more gorgeous than I could ever imagine, and I couldn't stop my gaze from wandering. They travelled from the pale blue pools of his eyes, to that intoxicating smile, to the perfect contours of his chest, all the way down to-

"Ahem, my eyes are up here," he smiled cheekily, clearly very pleased with himself that yet again he'd caught me checking him out.

"I was just-"

"No need to be embarrassed love. I take it as a compliment. I actually find it really cute you can't keep your eyes off of me. Besides..." he took a step closer to me and placed a tender hand on my cheek, "You're not the only one who's thought about it."

"Th.. Thought about... What?" I stammered, feeling a pleasant tingling at his touch.

"Oh, you KNOW what" he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I don't..."

He pushed me gently against the wall and held me there, one hand still caressing my cheek, the other pinning my hands above my head.

"So... You haven't thought about me ripping your clothes off and throwing you onto the bed. You've not thought about how it would feel, me kissing every inch of your body," he moved his face closer to mine until our lips were mere inches apart. His eyes were staring intensely into mine, and the feeling of his breath on my skin made my heart beat faster.

"And you've never imagined how, when you can't take any more, I'd make you feel more pleasure than you've ever felt before."

I ran my tongue along my bottom lip in anticipation. Anticipation for a kiss that never came. A let out a small whine as he pulled his face away and released me from his hold. Hearing this he smirked.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," he sighed, looking very frustrated with himself. "Look, you're sweet... But I don't do sweet. Okay? I do broken and desperate and fucked up. It's just easier that way. Good girls always think they can fix me, and then treat me like I'm the bad guy when they get their heart broken in the process. If you know what's good for ya, you won't cross that line. I'm not your Prince Charming, love."

He walked back to his car, leaving me alone at my doorstep, confused and disappointed as he drove off into the night. I shut the front door behind me and threw myself onto the sofa in frustration. Damn, having him that close to me, talking about the things he was had gotten me all worked up. I needed to get that out of my system before the next time I saw him, otherwise I might just have to show him how wrong he was to call me a good girl.

[hqwritings]

Sugayaku Headcanons

@katsu-needs-sleep asked: Could you perhaps wrote some sugayaku hc's- jk, jk, unless 👀

A/N: Kat you have no idea how much fun I had with this I wasn’t planning on doing so much but dammit I couldn’t STOP- I love you 🥺❤️

To my readers: Ship asks are not a regular thing here! I just did this to satisfy the hole in my (and Kat’s) heart that can only be filled with more content for this hella rarepair. Haikyuu x reader asks are still open, with a limit of 3 characters per ask

Sugawara Koushi x Yaku Morisuke:

-Lots of FaceTime calls!! Like, a LOT. Even though they spend a lot of time dedicated to volleyball, personal training, their studies, and other things, they always make spending time with each other a priority. Even if they can’t call on specific days they at least text each other a lot. They mostly talk about schools and how stressed they are about college entrance exams and the future in general. Sometimes they don’t even talk on calls, and it’s just them studying together in comfortable silence. They appreciate the presence the other one brings and sometimes when one is the really focused on something, the other will look at them in awe at how cute they are (“shit, he’s so cute- I have such a cute boyfriend”-both of them in their heads)

-I brought this up in the discord, but nobody talks about how much of a little SHIT Sugawara is sometimes. He absolutely teases Yaku, whether it be about his height (despite the fact that he’s literally only 3 inches taller) or how cute he is when he’s pouting (“Suga-er Koushi, I’m not cute!!” “But look at how adorable your pout is!”). He never says it out loud, but Sugawara’s teasing actually flusters him really bad (and he knows he’d never hear the end of it if either Suga or the rest of Nekoma found out about this- God FORBID that Kuroo ever finds out-)

-Yaku’s too embarrassed to use pet names, but over time he gets used to calling Sugawara ‘babe’ on some occasions (especially if he wants something from him). He usually just calls Sugawara by his first name, Koushi, because it’s one thing that he really insisted on (like he legit ignored Yaku until he said “Koushi” and he turned around with a shit eating grin and said “Yes love?”). He just loves the way his name sounds in Yaku’s cute voice and his logic is “Well, we’re dating, so shouldn’t we drop the formalities?”. Likewise, Sugawara both calls Yaku ‘Morisuke’ and literally every other pet name under the sun, he can’t stick to one. His personal favorites are baby and sugar (ifyouunderstandthatreferenceI’llloveyouforever)

-While Sugawara has no problem being casually public about who he’s dating, he kind of made a game out of seeing how long he could go before somebody notices that he’s acting different/spending more time “alone”. You’d think Daichi would be the first one to find out right? It’s actually Yamaguchi! Sugawara left his phone unattended and Yamaguchi was getting their stuff together when he saw a text from “Morisuke Baby ❤️🐱” on his phone and then freaked out “SUGAWARA-SAN HAS A GIRLFRIEND NAMED MORISUKE?!”

-Daichi immediately recognizes the name (*cough*becauseKurootextshim*cough*) and he puts two and two together and goes “Wait- ARE YOU DATING NEKOMA’S LIBERO-“ and Suga, instead of answering, just snickers and walks away. By now everyone’s heard and now EVERYBODY’S ON HIS SHIT, Tanaka and Noya call him a traitor, Asahi can’t wrap his head around the fact that Sugawara’s dating somebody, Kageyama’s thinking that maybe he should get a girlfriend if Suga’s already dating, and Yamaguchi is looking at Sugawara’s phone like it’s evidence to a crime scene.

-Yaku on the other hand, purposely keeps his love life a secret because he has to deal with Lev and Kuroo who would never leave him alone if they ever found out he was dating anybody, especially if that special someone is Karasuno’s setter- but alas even he makes mistakes. He’s on a quick phonecall with Sugawara one day before practice because he had extra time before they started and the rest of Nekoma hears him and goes all stealthy and shit because Yaku???giggling??like a little schoolgirl with a crush??? They want- no NEED to know why

-The call doesn’t last long, only five minutes, but when it comes to the end they very clearly hear Yaku say “Yeah- ok- ok- Sugawara- Babe- I got it. Alright, I love you too… fine, Koushi, I love you. Bye bye” And when he does his cute little laugh and turns to enter the gym he’s met with the entire Nekoma team staring him straight in the face. Kuroo and Lev are grinning, Kenma doesn’t care, Yamamoto is jealous, and Fukunaga is being nice and doing a little clap for Yaku to congratulate him

-“So you’re dating Karasuno’s setter eh Yakkun??” Kuroo starts and Yaku is FUMING and trying to push past everyone into the gym, but Kuroo and Lev are blocking him and bombarding him with questions (along with everybody else) and dammit Yaku just wants to die on the spot because they won’t shut up (he resorts to giving Kuroo and Lev a good kick to the ass)

-When Karasuno and Nekoma finally see each other again all eyes are on them and everything’s silent. Yaku doesn’t know what to do and is slightly sweating because he’s scared for some reason, and Sugawara’s really chill, just waiting for Yaku to say something. Yaku gets tired of all the eyes on him and blows up “YES! WE’RE DATING! HE’S MY BOYFRIEND, GET OVER IT!!” And he grabs Sugawara’s hand and interlocks their fingers together. Sugawara’s caught off guard by his boldness but takes advantage of it by kissing Yaku on the top of the head. Chaos ensues, Kuroo is dying, Daichi feels bad for Yaku, Yachi feels like she’s reading some shoujo manga, literally nobody is okay after that. They all eventually get used to it, but Kuroo and Daichi make it very clear that there isn’t to be any funny business

-“Oi, Sugawara, be careful with him ok? He might look cute and cuddly but he’s called the demon-senpai for a reason“ “Kuroo stfu” “No no, it’s fine. Thank you Kuroo I’ll keep that in mind”

-VERY low key flirting on the court. Little smiles and signals to each other, maybe the occasional wink and eye roll. Again, it’s all very low key so it’s not noticeable to people in the stands but to the third years on the court (and maybe some of the more observant underclassmen like Ennoshita, Yamaguchi, and Shibayama) it’s very much out there and it’s a little awkward for them

-They have really good communication with one another! Neither like to keep their emotions bottled up and would rather talk something out than just let things boil into something nastier. This good communication is what makes their relationship really functionable and it steers them away from any unnecessary arguments/fights. Overall, they have a really cute and healthy relationship and even though they’re lovers off the court, that doesn’t change the fact that they’re still rivals on it.