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thefatedthoughtofyou · 2 years

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Found myself thinking about Eddie being insecure because he doesn't see himself as Steve's type, and sees the people who flirt with him and well...

Just picture it with me.

Eddie and Steve have been together for a bit. Maybe like, a few months, but they were technically together before, inseparable in the most annoying gooey way. And things are GOOD. Eddie's never been happier.

The way Steve's been so patient with him. Eddie has no idea how relationships work, let alone the sex stuff. He's totally inexperienced. He's maybe kissed a few people before Steve. But not much else.

And Steve is.. so sweet to him. Always asking if he's okay, if this or that touch is alright. Eddie had literally cum in his fucking pants one night, so fast, embarrassingly fast. But Steve had climbed into his lap and he just... couldn't handle it.

He'd been so fucking embarrassed, but Steve had just held him. Not letting him run to the bathroom like he'd wanted too. He had let Eddie hide his face in his neck though, pressed kisses into Eddie's hair until he calmed down.

And THEN he'd let him get up and clean himself off. But only after he made sure Eddie knew he didn't have to be embarrassed.

Steve didn't tell him then, but it made him feel a little crazy. And he definitely hadn't made a plan to make Eddie do it again, needing to hear that sweet little sound that lodged itself in Eddie's throat as his hands grabbed at Steve. He felt like he could fucking fly for the rest of the night.

But it had been a rough couple weeks for Eddie. He'd walked into family video twice this week to see beautiful girls trailing after Steve, big moony, hopeful eyes, as Steve pointed out a few movie options, looking bored.

And Eddie knew he wasn't interested in these girls, or the odd guy who would come in, maybe flirt a little. Steve never returned any of the advances, just gave them his tight cutomer service smile. A smile Eddie and Robin constantly made fun of him for.

But he'd been talking to Robin about some french movie, he'd actually done pretty well in french, so he let Robin force him to sit through movies that he could vaguely understand.

But he'd glanced at Steve, just the briefest look, and had seen a pretty brunette touching his arm and laughing. And Steve had chuckled, a little, and that's fine. Eddie doesn't care if he has friends, it's not... that's not it. Not the issue.

Because Eddie loves Steve's laugh, it's not even about Steve, because Eddie's focus is never on Steve in the these moments. It's always on the beautiful people talking to Steve. Flirting with Steve.

Eddie's eyes linger on the girl's hair, it looks a bit like his, more curls, falling beautifully down her back. Her eyes are pretty, the slope of her nose is nice, and she's got a good laugh too, bubbly, pretty. Eddie swallows hard, notices Steve's eyes on him over the girls shoulder. Steve waves, smiles, leaves the girl behind as he walks toward Eddie.

His palms are sweating as Steve walks over, smiling. He steps behind the counter next to Robin, leans his elbows on it, toward Eddie, into his space. Eddie sighs, can't help but smile.

"Hey Eds, we still on for movie night?" He asks, tapping his fingers against the movie Eddie had brought to the counter, not paying attention to what it was. They never ended up watching the movie anyway. Eddie nods.

"Yeah of course. I was just, grabbing it." His head feels fuzzy, lost in thought. Steve frowns.

"You okay?" He asks. Eddie shakes his head, pins on the best smile he can manage.

"Yeah. All good. We're doin pizza again too right?" He asks, sliding the movie off the counter and walking backwards to the door. Steve smiles again, believing Eddie's fragile cover.

"Watch out for the-" Robin calls, her hand raised.

"Oof-" Eddie huffs as his back slams into the-

"Door." Robin and Steve say together. Eddie grimaces a small smile and waves, ducking out the door. Robin and Steve laughing as they get back to work.

~°~

They're on the couch, movie forgotten, like always. Steve is sitting in Eddie's lap, hands in his hair, fingers moving against his scalp soothingly as he kisses down Eddie's neck. And Eddie's trying to be into it, wants to be, he is. On one level.

But his thoughts have been racing all day, images of all those beautiful people flirting with Steve. Who is the most fucking beautiful person Eddie's ever goddamn met. And he's sitting in his fucking lap, offering himself to Eddie like he always fucking does. And Eddie is just, is so... distracted.

His hands are resting on Steve's thighs, his headed tilted, giving Steve access to his neck, but he just, he can't focus. Steve's mouth stops, presses a small kiss to his collar bone, and then he's leaning back, resting his butt on Eddie's knees as he looks down at him.

"You okay Ed's?" Steve asks, his voice soft, his touch even softer as his thumbs rest on Eddie's neck. Eddie blinks up at him, licks his lips, opens his mouth, closes it, and nods, his fingers squeezing Steve's thigh as he leans up, tries to kiss Steve, change the subject.

Steve's hand on his chest presses him back down, into the couch, Eddie makes a little noise, Steve smiles, but his eyes are concerned.

"Hey. What's goin on in that head? You've been so quiet. Like... all day." Steve says, his hands back on Eddie's neck, his eyes soft as he waits for Eddie to answer.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Eddie asks, cringes when his voice sounds... bitter? Steve's eyes widen.

"Whoa. What?" He asks, scooting forward a little, setting on Eddie's thighs instead of perching on his knees, getting more comfortable. Eddie shakes his head, bites his lip. Huffs at himself, because he feels like he's about to fucking cry.

"Hey. Talk to me. What's happening?" Steve asks, his hands moving up, thumbs moving over Eddie's cheeks, keeping him facing Steve.

"Nothin. Everything's fine. I'm just- nothing." He tries to smile, knows it doesn't reach his eyes, and Steve droops, bringing him ever closer.

"Eddie. Your hands haven't moved since I got on top of you. You haven't touched my ass once. Not even when I did that tongue thing you like." Steve says, cautious. Eddie rolls his eyes.

"I don't like it that much." He shakes his head, keeping his eyes OFF Steve, though he's still cradling his face.

"You whimper every time I do it. And you grabbed my ass hard enough to leave bruises. So I've got proof." Steve teases, rubbing his nose along Eddie's. Eddie heart thumps, he did really like it. Fuckin Steve. He huffs, rolls his eyes again and then moves them back to Steve.

"Just tell me what's wrong." He kisses his forhead, rests his head there after.

"Please." He whispers, his hands moving back into Eddie's hair, scratching at his scalp the way he knows Eddie likes, it relaxes him. He sighs, melts into Steve's touch and clears his throat. Because he doesn't wanna say it. It's stupid. He feels stupid.

"It's stupid." He shakes his head. Steve's brow furrows.

"I'm sure it's not." He says. Eddie swallows hard again, the lump in his throat starting to burn.

"Why me?" And he sounds, small, even to himself, can't imagine how he sounds to Steve, so he closes his eyes, lets his head fall back against the couch. Steve is quiet, for a moment.

"What do you mean why you?" He asks, Eddie opens his eyes to see Steve's confused face, his eyes off to the side, looking at the couch, thinking. Eddie sniffles, wipes at his face and tries again, Steve's eyes jump to him, concerned.

"I just- I guess I just- I mean you could have anybody." His voice cracks, he takes his hands off Steve's thighs, rests them on his own stomach instead.

"I just don't understand." Eddie shakes his head. Steve moves his hands, settles them over Eddie's.

"I uh... I guess." Steve says, slowly, uncertain.

"Eddie look at me."

Eddie doesn't. Steve laughs, snorts really, and grabs Eddie's cheeks, gentle with his scars. He moves Eddie's face until Eddie can't not look at him.

"Hi." Steve says, small smile starting to bloom.

"Hi." Eddie huffs, crosses his arms, they bump Steve, jostle him a bit.

"Eddie I don't want anyone else. I want you. You know that right?" Steve asks, his face so close, his eyes so fucking earnest. Eddie nods. Because he does, he does know that. He tries to look away, just moves his eyes as Steve holds his head still.

"I know. I know that. I just-" he takes a shakey breath, fights the sob that's threating to bubble out of his throat.

"I don't know why." Eddie says, and it's a whine when it leaves him, his throat is too tight for it to be anything else.

"All these beautiful people flirt with you, like... all the time. And I know you don't care about that. I know that! But I see them, and the way they look at you, and I just... I don't understand why you picked me. Over that. Over them? I- I'm not..." Steve wipes the tears away from his cheeks but stays silent, lets him keep talking.

"They're all so beautiful. And you're so beautiful. And you just- it's like you don't even see them? And then fucking come here to be with me and I just don't understand why!?" Eddie's voice is loud now, his hands flailing at his sides as Steve keeps his hands on Eddie, they're on his shoulders now. His thumbs soothing against Eddie's collarbones. Eddie's breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling, his face his wet, and Steve is fucking looking down at him like he fucking hung the stars.

"Why are you looking at me like that." Eddie's voice squeaks. Steve's smile just gets bigger and bigger.

"What?" Eddie's hands grab at his waist, tickling him enough that Steve's concentration breaks, and he laughs, once, before he grabs at Eddie's shirt and brings them face to face again, so close. His nose moving against Eddie's again before he pulls back a bit.

"I um... I love you." He says, biting his lip, his cheeks going red as he looks down at Eddie. And Eddie's heart thuds in his ears. There's... he wasn't expecting that. Steve's never said that to him before. He's said, lots of things, lots of very nice and sweet and filthy, other things. But never that.

"I- you?" Eddie's brow furrows.

"Yeah." Steve nods, more confident now.

"I love you. And yeah, people flirt with me sometimes, and yeah they're pretty. But they're not you. You're fucking breathtaking to me. And I just... want you. Because I love you." Steve shrugs, like it's the fucking simplest thing in the world.

"You love me?" Eddie asks, his brain feels like it's trying to walk through fucking quicksand. Steve snorts.

"Yes. Idiot." He breathes, lowers himself into Eddie's space, kisses him, sweetly. Pulls back, smiles as Eddie's hands scramble against the back of his sweater.

"That's more like it." Steve breathes, tries to kiss Eddie again, frowns when Eddie moves his hands to his chest and holds him back. Eddie feels like he's gonna cry again, he looks up at Steve, blinks.

"I-"

"You don't have to say it." Steve cuts him off.

"But I want to. I- I do." Eddie sniffles, Steve wipes at his face again, rests his head against Eddie's.

"Well go on then." He teases, holding Eddie's neck, he scoots closer, presses himself harder into Eddie's lap. Eddie sucks in a breath, his fingers clawing at Steve's thighs now.

"C'mon Ed's, tell me." He whispers, one hand moving down Eddie's side, his fingers dipping under Eddie's shirt, he moans at the contact.

"Fuck I love you. So much." Eddie breathes, his hands moving to Steve's ass, fingers digging in, pulling him closer. Steve hums happily, rolls his hips.

"There he is." Steve breathes into Eddie's neck, his lips dragging over Eddie's skin, making him shiver.

"I do though. I love you." Eddie's voice is steady now, certain. Steve leans back again, smiling softly at him.

"I know." He says, eyebrows jumping on his forhead. Eddie gasps, dramatic.

"Oh you fucker." Eddie whispers, fists his hand in Steve's shirt and drags him foward, their noses bumping roughly.

"You love it." Steve whispers against his lips before licking into his mouth, smiling against Eddie's lips as he moans in affirmation.

Eddie's heart pounds in his chest as Steve's hands move up under his shirt, holding him closer, his entire body flushing as Steve touches him, rolls his hips into him with purpose, making Eddie whimper as he holds on, his fingers digging into Steve the way he knows Steve likes, all thoughts of anyone else gone from his mind.

Steve kisses down his neck again, smirks into Eddie's skin as he rolls his hips one more time, pushing Eddie over the egde again, for the second time, smiling into Eddie's shirt as that perfect little noise hits his ears. Eddie clinging to him as Steve shows him he has no fucking need to worry about anyone else. Eddie is it for him.

Always.

Probably forever.

As long as Eddie will have him.

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ilovejeongintoo · 3 months

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𝔾𝕒𝕫𝕖 𝕆𝕗 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖

!WARNING NSFW Content ahead! !MDNI!

Genre: Fantasy, Gorgon Hongjoong x Reader, Magic Academy Au Warnings: sex p in v, bruising(don't worry), venom/aphrodisiac, a little of blood(bite), begging, teasing kinda? Wordcount: 5029 Not proofread

Serpent Hybrid Honjoong would actually be so hot, I can't breathe. Also inspired by Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.

Summary: The magic school you go to has many secrets and students start disappearing again, but when you're friend also suddenly turns into thin air, you decide to find her yourself, one of the secrets is closer than you could have ever imagined.

"Did you hear?, it happened again."

"This is the third student this month."

"Aren't the teachers gonna do anything."

No, they won't, they never have. In all the years that you've been training to be a wizard, no one did anything against the mysterious disappearances happening in this school. And you doubt anyone ever will.

Every year, when the snow started to build a thick layer onto the gras outside and the days started becoming shorter, at night students went missing, one by one. And every time, not a single teacher would investigate further, you doubt that they even told the parents about the fate that their children would suffer.

It wasn't like they'd disappear forever, they would return one day, out of the blue. But not the same, they had a blank expression, as if the life was sucked out of them. And they would mutter about strange, unintelligible things.

This was seriously getting out of hand, you'd never know who would be next, maybe it was that nerdy girl in potions class, or that stupid jock that sat way too close with his sweaty self.

Or maybe you.

You closed your locker in frustration, swiftly heading off to your next class. You were not in the mood to listen to any of this nonsense anymore, the upcoming exams had you on your feet already, there wasn't any need for more stress on your end.

You were sat at your desk, patiently waiting for your friend to show up. But she wouldn't show, not even when the teacher arrived, or 10 minutes into the lesson. Maybe she just forgot to tell you that she wouldn't be coming.

You tried focusing on your lessons, a weird feeling stirring in your gut. As you were packing your books, the runes teacher called out to you, a small old woman.

You quickly headed over to her, your bag over your shoulder. Your brows furrowed at the serious and kind of dim expression that her wrinkly face was painted in.

"Have you heard anything from your friend, Adeline?" "No, I haven't, why?" It wasn't rare for her to miss a class, especially not this one. Why was she so concerned?

"She wasn't at her after school studies, or any of the club activities." Now those she definitely never misses, as she actually likes those. That feeling in your stomach started feeling heavier and a clump in your throat started forming at the all the possibilities of where she was, or what could have happened.

"Her roommates also noticed her missing." How could you be the only person to not have noticed anything, you, you were her best friend for god’s sake. You broke out in a cool sweat; she couldn't be far. Hopefully.

You thanked the teacher for informing you, telling her you'd tell her if you find out anything about her whereabouts. This cannot be happening. Not to her, your mind kept making pictures of all the times at the academy, how you'd spend any moment with her.

The third student this month. It must be her. She was now one of the missing students, that were going to turn up again like brain dead zombies. No way you'd let that happen. Your steps began quickening, you stopped in front of a few students to ask them if they'd seen her. Never getting a positive answer or even a clue. You kept asking people around the school until someone said something that struck you.

"Oh yeah, the little one, saw her yesterday with…who was it?" They stopped to think, you were restless and grabbed them by the collar.

"Who? With whom was she?"

You looked like you'd start killing the poor student if they didn't tell you, pupils small and eyes wide. You needed to find her, as soon as possible. Your hold didn't let up until they got the answer out with a trembling stutter.

"Kim- Kim Hongjoong"

You let the go, the person catching their breath a little and hurrying off.

Kim Hongjoong, you weren't unfamiliar with the student. He was also going to be a graduate, you had never spoken with him before, but you sure as hell would now.

He was a little popular with his looks and charms. But right now, he might be one of the names that would land on your "to kill" list. If he had anything to do with your besties disappearance. You knew where to find him rather quickly, with asking the next person in your line of vision, a lot nicer than before, as to where he would be. His charms class was just about to end, and luckily for you the classroom was just a few halls down situated.

As soon as your eyes were sat on a familiar blonde hair you grabbed said person by the tie and slammed them into the next wall, fuck being patient, your friend was missing. The dude was definitely taken aback by the shocked expression and silver rimmed glasses that fell down his nose a little.

You got in his face, trying to intimidate him even if he was quite a bit taller.

"Where is she?" "Who?" He seemed genuinely confused, as if, he must be playing dumb on purpose.

"Adeline fucking Winters, where is she?" You gripped him tighter, not aware of the stares some student threw your guys' way. You were sure you must be choking this dude with the way you were holding him.

"Woah calm down- he tried prying your hands from his shirt-"I don't know what you mean." "You were the last person to seen with her, so, where.is.she?

Fed up with your pulling, he roughly yanked himself out of your grip, face now an angry expression at your accusing tone. "I got nothing to do with her vanishing if that's what you're insinuating."

"Fancy words from a kidnapper-" You stepped up to him again, wanting to close the distance again. "-or worse a murderer, huh, what did you do to her." You jabbed an accusing finger into his chest, not believing that he didn't know anything at all.

Before he could come up with what you were sure, was going to be another excuse, a teacher interrupted. She pulled you away at the aggressive look and most definitely clenched fists, trying to deescalate the situation.

You would not let that man rest, he knew something, he has to. So, you shouted, hoping that he would hear:" I'll find out what you're hiding!"

After an hour-long lecture from the principle for your behavior you were finally let off with a warning. They still wouldn't do anything to help you find your friend though, making some lame excuse that she might have just gone and needed some time alone. They clearly just wanted this subject off the table.

You wouldn't give up though. And you had a plan, one that would start with operation: "Observe Kim Hongjoong". You came to realize that the dude was as boring as the next one though, he just went to his classes, hung out with his weird group of friends and would then retire in his room. Nothing out of the ordinary. He must be playing it safe. As to not get found out. So that would mean, you needed to switch to the next phase of your plan: "Confront Kim Hongjoong". That step was a lot easier than you were thinking, as he himself paid you a visit in your potions class, snagging the seat next to you.

Making himself a little too comfortable in the seat, same uniform as any student here wore. A tie, dark coat and slacks matched with dress shoes and a white pristine shirt.

As the lesson began, he began whispering to you. "Look I don't know what happened to your friend." He had a sympathetic look to his face; you'd almost believe him.

Almost.

"I know that you have something to do with this." It was more of a feeling than anything, he was either lying or just not telling you the whole truth, you were guessing it's more likely the first option. You turned to him, laying your fountain pen down and stared him down. Right in those deep eyes of his.

"And when I find out what you're hiding, everyone will know." Just then the bell rung, which made you snatch the book and supplies of yours into your arms and speed walking away from him. Being near him made it almost hard to breathe, he was a lot more imposing than you first realized.

You didn't even put away your books, heading straight to the library. Because maybe you hadn't found out where your friend was now, but you did manage to catch something.

His eyes. The moment you looked into them, for a split second, so fast that anyone could miss it, they changed. Yes, maybe you were actually going crazy…but if not, this could help find Adeline, Addy, your friend. You started missing her more and more over the passing days, praying that she was okay at the least.

For what reason would Hongjoong need someone to disappear? To kill them? To sacrifice them? God, he just a kid like you though. But those eyes weren't, they looked cold, like pure ice that sank into the depths of a deep-frozen lake.

You decided just looking at all the books in the library would take way too long, the room was practically the size of a mansion. You started looking through a few ritual books, nothing. Looking into some records of the school, nothing. No missing people, no records at all, even though this was a phenomenon that had been going on since your first year here. Someone must be covering this whole thing up, or something.

The tag for the forbidden section caught your eye, looking back to see if the librarian had their eyes on you, you slipped through the wooden door. It was left unlocked, well not willingly as some students broke the lock and the school decided the cost wasn't worth fixing. It was pretty dark in here, as you choose to keep the lights off. Noone needed to know you were in here, or the next lecture with the principal wouldn’t just end with a warning.

You looked through a few books, they were sometimes in a language you couldn't read or barely understood. A dark cover in the corner caught your eye, you reached for it and blew the dust on the top off it a bit. It uncovered the title "Legendarum Magicus". That almost sounded like a childrens book for magic legends. You flipped it open nonetheless, it didn't have an author and the writing, it wasn't printed, it seemed to be handwritten, each page of it.

And all the texts, they were all about this school. Hidden stories about the weird creaking in the abandoned girl’s bathroom. The hidden cellar in the school, which was supposedly home to mysterious caged creatures. What made your hand stop turning pages was when the book spoke about the missing students, or more importantly, the cause of it.

As you read through it with your phone as a light. Each paragraph you read, made your hand tighten and shake against the book until you closed it with a slam. A noise way too loud for anyone not to hear. As soon as you heard the familiar squeak of the librarian chair you ran out, slipping the book into your bag and hiding behind a pillar as to not get caught. When the coast was clear you headed to the stairs you just wanted to go to your room now, too exhausted and tensed with all the new things you learned from the book. And about the infamous Kim Honjoong.

Your eyes closed your eyes trying to keep the headache you managed to sport away. And at last made you fall asleep, bag still clutched to your body.

The next day phase three your plan would step into action: "Confronting Hongjoong and getting Adeline back". You had no idea how you'd do that but just in case of something happening, you packed a special little object with you.

Hongjoong must have some kind of unnatural for feeling when you needed to talk to him because he came up to you again, just before class was going to start.

"Hey, I just wanted to make sure, that you know I-" He gestured to himself, and you cut him off, not planning on listening to more of his lies.

"I know your secret Hongjoong." That sure got him to be quiet quick. He looked calm from the outside, but once again, those eyes said more than anything on that pretty face. The Frames didn't hide the icy expression, his eyes seemed to get deeper now you felt like you were drowning in that cold, frozen over lake. That same restricting feeling on your chest.

You managed to get it out though, in a barely there voice.

"I know what you are."

At that he abruptly grabbed your hand and began pulling you away from the classroom, not planning on partaking in the lesson. Your and his steps were the only things that could be heard in the empty hallway. Would he take you to where the others were now? You didn't feel that good about going there alone, wherever "there" was. His steps were quick and long and the rooms that you passed were a big, connected blur.

You stepped down several stairways, they all went further and further down. And then he stepped through doors until you were in the common bath, he pulled you in and then let go.

He stepped around the huge bath going for where the multiple faucets that were used for it were. He turned a few, seemingly in a specific order and when he stepped back from them a buzz rang through the room. An opening in the wall opened, the wall sliding from it former place like a normal door, yet this was anything but normal.

He walked through the hole, stopping and turning to you. "If you wanna know where your little friend is now, you ought to follow me."

Was this smart? Absolutely not. Were you going to do it regardless?

Yes.

You knew what this path led to, his lair. Where he trapped his victims. His eyes seemed to glow a green in the dark of the tunnel and he continued walking ahead, knowing that you'd follow.

When the tunnel opened up again it was into a big room. Water pouring from a lot of places in the ceiling and disappearing into nothingness. Big stone pathways were decorated with big statues on each side making it look like a big ominous walkway, headed straight to a statue in the front. All depicted the same animal, a serpent. That made your heart beat a little faster, your hands tremble a little more and you turned your bag a little more to you, for easier access. Hongjoong took off his coat, throwing it off into a corner. He loosened his tie and popped a few buttons open, before turning back to you.

"You know, your first one to figure it out." He said all friendliness and the desperate attempts of convincing you of his innocence were gone. Now before you stood the real Kim Hongjoong.

"You humans are usually so stupid and naive, quite easy to fool. But now, you show up, trying to play hero." He took slow steps to you, and you reached into your bag at the same tempo. Your heart began racing.

"Most of the times I just get a little bit of the energy of the magicians here, letting them walk away in a little daze and making them come back again if I’m in need of a little snack again." He continued on, explaining, not that you'd understand his situation.

"I think I'll make an exception for you though." He closed in on you just as you had done the first day you confronted him. You pulled out the round object that you took with you, a mirror. You looked away as well, not wanting to be affected with whatever he was trying to pull on you.

If the book was correct, what stood before you wasn't a human. It was the embodiment of medusa, the curse holder of the gaze of stone, a gorgon. He was a living myth, inhabiting the dark underground of this Academy. Feasting on his prey. He turned away with a yell, stopped by the reflective surface in your hand.

"Smart little thing, aren't you?" You heard him speak, not willing to give him an ounce of your eyesight. He wouldn't be able to catch you with his gaze.

"Yeah, that's right- you stood from your cowering position; mirror still held tightly in hand. "-so give me back my best friend and nothing will happen." You started looking for her in the room, not seeing anyone besides the two of you.

"Oh, but it will, now that you know, you don't expect to just walk away? Do you?"

"Oh, sweet thing, but she isn't even here." You felt a grip in your hand, making you turn your head regardless in shock. He turned your mirror away from him, gripping your wrist tighter until you let go and it shattered on the stone floor. You choose to just tightly close your eyes.

He stepped closer into your personal space, he dragged his one hand to your jaw, turning your head to him. "Look at me." It was a demand, a command to do as told or you'd suffer some serious repercussions.

You refused to give in, you wouldn't, for your friend. You felt his warm breath brush your face and then you felt a soft feeling against your lips, nonetheless, making you open your eyes. Which in turn made you gaze into his-now grey-eyes. You felt like you were afloat, in a daze, completely relaxed. Like you were on a high, it felt like when you used to make potions to fall asleep.

His blonde fluffy hair was starting to go out of focus a bit, your eyesight blurry. A hand cupped your cheek, now tilting your head to properly get you to look at him.

"Now Now, don't fall asleep, we're just getting started."

You didn't really hear his words, too out of it. The thing that you could focus on the most were those lips, that were now curved in a pretty smile. Your throat dried up a little at the notion of getting to feel those lips again, you leaned into him a little. You kissed up your cheek, in a motion way too sweet given the situation. You kept your eyes open now, intent on capturing all of his movements in your memories. You felt a little prick of him biting into your lower lip and right after you felt even more floaty, incredibly warm as well. As if you were coming down with a fever, Hongjoong's lips felt so cool in contrast now, which made you more the desperate to reconnect your lips each time. With each smack it seemed to cool you off, but your body began burning more.

You pulled him more into you, feeling the exposed part of his chest, just as cooling as the rest of him. You unbuttoned it more. "Eager, aren't we?" His voice seemed far away, but his touch wasn't as he got rid of your cloak and shirt just as fast.

His touch was soft but demanding not rushing at all, you however couldn't get enough fast enough. You pressed messy kisses along his neck, down his collar bone and chest, your hands finding their place on his pecs. You explored the expanse of his body, keeping your lips on his torso. You slipped your one hand down further his abdomen, now noticing a few scales scattered over the sides of his torso. You delicately traced his abs, being stopping by your head, when a hand pulled your head back by your hair. It forced you to make eye contact with the heavenly looking creature in front of you. "That's only for good ones, have you been good?"

You nodded, whatever would get you to feel more of him and satiate that ache deep inside you. To make the burning stop. Instead of letting you continue on, he completely pulled away.

The suddenness made you sink onto the cold stone floor. A whine escaped you in response, which, in any other situation would have embarrassed you. You couldn't pick your body off the ground, way too weak, your bones felt like they were made out of pudding. "Now tell me, who else might know that I'm the reason for the incidents happening on these grounds? Any friends you like to gossip to?" He tapped your chin to get you to look at him, noticing how it sunk at the relaxed feelings of your body.

You couldn't even understand him, the question hadn't registered at all in your mushed up brain. So, he repeated himself now sounding a lot more serious though.

You tried thinking back, no one, you hadn't told anyone about this escapade of yours, or even that you had the slightest idea of who could be behind the kidnapped students. That shook you awake a little, you were here for someone, for your best friend.

You didn't know which answer would make you come out of this alive, so you stuck with the truth. Instantly a a big smile formed on his face, eyes crinkling a bit and fangs showing. Fangs that you managed to only notice now.

"What do you want with them? You don't eat them, so what do you do to them?" Your weakened voice questioned. Hongjoongs one eyebrow raised in surprise at the fact that your head was starting to clear up again. That wasn't part of his plan in bringing you here. He supposed he could tell you, not that you'd remember any of this after, just like the others.

"But that's where you're wrong, I do eat them, partially. I take away that delicious spiritual energy, it doesn't kill you. But can you really call that living? You saw, they're empty husks after."

He enjoyed the wide-eyed look on your face, now just realizing what real danger you were facing. It was crazy how nonchalant he was about all of this. He kept his non-threatening facade for now, and then when you would least expect it, he'd wrap himself around you, just like a viper.

"No, please-uh not my friend please." Aww how cute, you were really worried about someone else right now?

You really were naïve.

Following him down here, trusting his words of giving up your mortal friend. He enjoyed seeing you beg, especially on your knees on the floor. It gave him even more of a power trip than he was already having.

The tears in your eyes, the disheveled state of your clothes and hair and God, the pink blush that was still left on your cheeks from before. He was barely keeping himself under control. Maybe he could make an exception, just this once.

"Alright, I’ll let your friend go, hell I'll even stop taking students, for a price of course."

Okay, this was your only chance to save her. You'd do whatever it took to know that she was alive and still the one that you spent all this time with, in all those years.

You were still looking up at him with those big eyes, in hope. That he would keep his words. "If I can’t feed on those friends of yours, you'll just have to quench my hunger."

Die? Was he really asking you to die? To sacrifice yourself? You were shaking, you were going to be one of those lifeless husks, roaming the halls until you graduated. Only God knows how your life would continue after.

You supposed you didn't have any other choice, if this was really the only way, there’s no way you could walk away and live with the guilt. If Hongjoong would even let you leave.

"Alright, I'll do it, but you have to let them go." He moved towards you at that, with each step your shoulders shook more in fear of what was about to happen to you. You were praying for it to at least not be painful. You closed your eyes in preparation of his next move.

Directly in front of you again he ran his fingers down, along your cheek. Going down and over your neck, feeling your pulse and staying there. The smell of your fear was already feeding him more than you'd ever know, but he wouldn't just stop without having an actual taste of you.

He leaned in, those same plush lips brushed over your neck and then slightly exposed shoulder. Your shirt had ridden down quite a bit, some buttons opened. You could feel his long tongue occasionally trace a few lines along the expanse of your shoulder, but he bit in, just slightly.

Your taste was heavenly, reminding him of his favorite pastry. He needed to keep you alive so that his now favorite snack would never leave him.

That made you wince; this would be it. His tongue went over the small holes that were left behind in a soothing touch. You started feeling dazed even more, more than before. His venom that must have been it before as well. Now that it was more and deeper it worked so much stronger. The heat was actually unbearable now, you began taking your top clothes off in a fruitless attempt to feel cooler.

Searching for some coolness your hands met Hongjoongs skin again wrapping yourself around him to get your naked upper body flush against him. His went around to hold your waist, quickly slipping down to push your skirt and panties off in one move. If your blood tasted that good, in between your legs would actually make him ascend to heaven. Usually, he wouldn't drain his victims like this, not at all.

He pushed you to lay on the floor, on your back. He followed right behind, settling himself between your legs. Eyes going for the space in between your legs, which was a sight for sore fucking eyes. So wet, from just a little kissing and his venom. And those tits, that he hadn't appreciated until now, he really should have. Everything about you was screaming to be consumed, he wonders if he was the one lured and not you.

He wasn't any better than you though, his dick leaking pre-cum and coating his underwear maybe even his slacks. He made quick work of both, just as impatient as you. Your hands kept going over him, caressing any space you could find. His hands found the back of your thighs folding them up to have you spread out even more for him, the position had him licking his lips. He lined himself up against your pulsing hole, that was clearly eager to be filled.

No foreplay at all he pushed in slowly to not hurt you anymore than necessary to get himself sheathed inside of you. He rubbed your clit to alleviate some of the pain that followed with his push. You barely even registered the pain, grabbing him by the nape and pulling him down into a kiss.

The moment he moved his hips back and forth you were seeing stars, your senses seemed so dimmed but your touch receptor and nerves were heightened. The pleasure was ten fold, the slide got wetter and wetter with each passing thrust. The groaning and moaning from each of you growing louder and rawer. You pulled back to catch a breath from the kiss, your head was thrown back at a particular deep and calculated thrust.

You looked down to see where you two were connected, the sight straight out of a porn, your wetness leaking all over Honjoong and yourself. And you could clearly see some sticky precum pulling strands and connecting the skin.

It was so hot, so sensual and dirty. The wetness provided the right slide for when your clit would make contact with Honjoongs pubic bone, grinding against it. Your climax was approaching way faster than any time before in your life, faster than when your favorite toy was hitting all those spots inside you, deeper than your fingers ever hoped to reach. The pleasure felt unreal.

The same was for him, he was so out of breath. The squelching from your pussy and your wet and warm walls made such a deadly combination. It felt as if no time at all passed, you hit your highs that fast, with Hongjoong curling over your body and pushing your legs a little further up. And you gripping onto his back for dear life, your body working overtime with all the sensations and pleasure coursing through you. Little lightning bolts making you flinch a little in sensitivity.

The only thing heard in the big room was the harsh breathing that escaped the both of you, having you stay in position for quite a while, until he separated the two of you.

His cock leaving you empty but that heat also slowly dissipating. You stayed laying on the floor until you felt some fabric being placed around you, like a blanket. Opening your eyes, it was Honjoongs coat your body disconnected from the uncomfortable floor and was lifted into his strong arms.

He didn't walk in the direction of the exit, he walked further in, it kept getting darker and darker making sleepier. His grip tightened in realization of you starting to doze off. In spite of the clear danger holding you, you felt yourself surrendering to the sweet sensation of sleep. He felt himself smile a little at the adorable sight and now he would have more than enough times to enjoy that over and over again.

A deal is a deal after all.

#ateez #ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez au #atz smut #atz x reader #atz fanfic #hongjoong smut

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Jealous xavier sex??

─ ★ jealous jealous boy ... afab!reader

"What the fuck are you doing?" Xavier asks angrily as he walks up to you. See, normally, you would never sit on another boy's lap. Let alone his closest friend. But desperate times call for desperate measures. 'What?" You ask innocently. "Don't do that shit. Get up." He holds out his hand for you to get off of Ajax's lap. "Let's go." He says as he pulls you along with him and turns your head to mouth a 'thank you’ at Ajax.

You had been trying to get Xavier's attention all week, but this art project was more important apparently. You were sick of being turned down but you knew there was one thing he couldn't resist. Jealousy. He was so jealous of anyone and everyone. The thought of someone else touching you the way he did makes his blood boil.

He threw open his dorm door, thankful Rowan was expelled or killed or whatever, he didn't care what happened to Rowan right now. He pushed you onto his bed and took off his belt. "You think you're cute?" He laughed menacingly. "I don't know what you're talking abound Xavi." You whined innocently. "Get on your stomach." He growled. He seriously was not having any of your bullshit.

You quickly flopped over, patiently waiting on your stomach. "Up." He commanded. You lifted your ass up slightly. He moved your skirt up exposing your pantycovered ass. He rubbed it gently before giving it a light smack with his belt. He was quick to soothe the growing red spot when he heard your painful whimper. "You know what happens when you do this shit." He said as he smacked your other ass check with the belt, moving to soothe that one next. "I know, I'm sorry Xavi. I just needed you so bad." You pleaded.

You heard the belt fall to the floor, and soon both of Xavier's hands were on your ass. Kneading each cheek gently. "Well, if this is what you wanted, then I shouldn't reward you." He humored. "No! Please, I really need you, Xavier." He knew you were serious, and he would be lying if he said he hadn't missed touching you. He tediously took off your panties, slow and taunting.

He gently spread your legs apart, getting a good look at your soaking pussy. He took a finger and placed it on your clit, rubbing it excruciatingly slow. You whined and forced your head into the mattress, trying to mask any sounds he might get out of you. He slid his finger through your aching slit, stopping at your entrance. He slid in two fingers, pumping them in and out at a slow but pleasing pace.

"Xavi, please, more." You requested, but he ignored you. He kept his slow pace, maybe even slowing down slightly after your request. He continued to pump his fingers, only stopping when you muttered some curse word. You whined at the loss of contact but heard the sound of a zipper and some rustling.

You felt his throbbing dick slowly enter you. Whines left your mouth until he fully bottomed out when he let you adjust. He kneaded your ass cheek as he waited, only moving when you began pushing yourself against his dick. "Oh god, Xavier." You moaned and closed your eyes. His pace was quick and he was pounding into you almost without a single care.

"Who's are you, hm?" He moaned out, enjoying this just as much as you. "I'm yours, I'm all yours. No one else's." You moaned, certain people from other dorms could hear you. "That's fucking right. Mine." He mumbled mostly to himself. "Such a good fucking pussy and it's all mine." He groaned, close to his climax.

He reached his hand up to your head, pulling you up to his chest by your hair. He began leaving messy kisses on your neck and collarbone, still keeping his rough pace. "I'm so close." His voice was hoarse but it only turned you on more. "M' gonna cum." He whispered in your ear as he released into you. You expected him to keep going, to get you to your own climax, but to your surprise, he pulled out. "I hope you didn't expect me to reward you." He laughed when he saw your confused face.

please lmk if you wanted the reader to be amab, ill change it!

#─ ♡ wednesday #xavier thorpe smut #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #wednesday series #wednesday

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madisonstarss · 2 years

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After Hours (SWITCH!Ryan Howard x SWITCH!Reader SMUT)

warnings: smut, angry sex/make up, reader swears like a sailor, daddy kink, slight degraition, teasing, not proof read

p.s sorry for the kelly hate, i love kelly but it helped move along the story

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The end of the day finally came after a long day of work and most people were heading out. You walk up to Pam's desk as she started getting her stuff together. "I cant believe Toby is making me work late." You let out a groan, "Escpically since Ryan's staying after too. He's been getting on my fucking nerves. Just because were not offical doesn't mean he can flirt with Kelly in front of my fucking face."

Pam offers you a symptheic smile, "Just don't talk to him and he'll come to his senses to apolizge. Im sorry I would love to stay and talk but Jim and I have dinner reservations tonight."

"Thanks Pam, have fun." You give a small smile and walk back to your desk.

You bang your head into your desk. "I can't fucking focus this shit is so boring." You say to no one in particular.

"Well no shit it's boring, its work." Ryan smart mouths as he head over to the printer. You give him a death stare.

"I don't remeber asking for your input."

"What is your deal with me today?" He snaps back, you could feel his glare burning into your back.

"I don't know, why don't you tell me what's your fucking deal with Kelly. I get that shes pretty but she never shuts up and is more annoying than Dwight. I don't get what you fucking see in her." You growl.

He goes silent for a moment.

"Where not dating y/n. I can do what I want." You hear his footsteps coming towards you.

"Fine if that's how you want it that I guess I can stop coming over to your place." You turn around in your chair so your facing him. You stand up and look up at him. You could pracitically see the steam coming from his ears.

"Whatever. Kelly is a lot better in the bedroom."

Oh no he didn't.

That was your final fucking straw. As much as you hated his guts right now, he always turns you the fuck on.

You smash your lips against his. He immetiadly kissed you back. The kiss filled with fire and heat. He quickly broke away though, "Jump." He quickly said. You did as told and he grabbed your thighs and placed you on your desk. He pressed his lips aganist yours again. He bit your lower lip so hard that you let out a gasp. He took this oppurtuinty to sneak his tounge into your mouth, checking out the framillar area. Your hands moved to his chest and quickly unbuttoned his shirt. Your ran your hands along his abs, outlining them.

This wasn't enough. You needed more of him. All of him. You let out a whine agaisnt his lips. "Your so needy." He teases.

"Can you just shut up and fuck me." You complain.

"Be patient." He orders. He pulls your skirt down. "No underwear? You're such a bad girl." He takes your legs and places them on his shoulders. He dove his head into your legs. Butterflies filled your stomacehe as you felt his could wet tounge on you. "

Oh Ryan." You throw you head back in pleasure. You accidently thrust your hips.

"I said patience pumpkin."

You couldn't take it any fucking longer. You pushed his head away from you making him look up at you in confusion. You push him into your chair, making him sit down.

You unbuckle his pants in a haste and pull down his pants along with his boxers. His dick springs up when released, you can already see the pre-cum. You licked it off and slowly take it in your mouth. Ryan seems to lose his patience as well. He shoves your head making you take it all in. You start to gag and start bobbing your head. Ryan lets out groans of pleasure. You gently grind your teeth againist it. You slow down and swirl your tounge at the tip.

You get up and sit on his dick. Slowly moving back and forth. Ryan unbuttons your blouse and throws it on the floor. He starts fondling your breast and gently pinching your nipples. You increase your speed and move faster. Ryan moves one of his hands down to your waist to help guide you and keep you from falling off. His eyes stayed glued to your breasts and they moved with the rest of your body. "Fuck..Daddy." You moan

"Your so hot baby." He takes the hand that was on your breast and moves your hair back. "Please don't stop."

You feel your high coming and grab onto his shoulders for support as you go as fast as your can. "Fuck..Fuck!" You scream as you both reach it and you feel his warm fulids fill inside you. It was your favorite feeling in the world. You come to a full stop and rest your head on is shoulder. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer.

"Don't think this will make me stop seeing Kelly." He whispers into your ear."

"Fuck you man whore."

#ryan #ryan howard x reader #ryan howard #the office #smut #xreader #lemon #the office x reader #the office smut

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keelanrosa · 6 months

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started reading the cass review because i'm apparently just Like That and i want everybody crowing about how this proves sooooo much about how terfs are right and trans people are wrong to like. take a scientific literacy class or something. or even just read the occasional study besides the one you're currently trying to prove a point with. not even necessarily pro-trans studies just learn how to know what studies actually found as opposed to what people trying to spoonfeed you an agenda claim they found.

to use just one infuriating example:

Several studies from that period (Green et al., 1987; Zucker, 1985) suggested that in a minority (approximately 15%) of pre-pubertal children presenting with gender incongruence, this persisted into adulthood. The majority of these children became same-sex attracted, cisgender adults. These early studies were criticised on the basis that not all the children had a formal diagnosis of gender incongruence or gender dysphoria, but a review of the literature (Ristori & Steensma, 2016) noted that later studies (Drummond et al., 2008; Steensma & Cohen-Kettenis, 2015; Wallien et al., 2008) also found persistence rates of 10-33% in cohorts who had met formal diagnostic criteria at initial assessment, and had longer follow-up periods.

if you recognize the names Zucker and Steensma you are probably already going feral but tldr:

There are… many problems with Zucker's studies, "not all children had a formal diagnosis" is so far down the list this is literally the first i've heard of it. The closest i usually hear is the old DSM criteria for gender identity disorder was totally different from the current DSM criteria for gender dysphoria and/or how most people currently define "transgender"; notably it did not require the patient to identify as a different gender and overall better fits what we currently call "gender-non-comforming". Whether the kids had a formal diagnosis of "maybe trans, maybe just has different hobbies than expected, but either way their parents want them back in their neat little societal boxes" is absolutely not the main issue. This would be a problem even if Zucker was pro-trans (spoiler: He Is Not, and people who are immediately suspicious of pro-trans studies because "they're probably funded by big pharma or someone else who profits from transitioning" should apply at least a little of that suspicion to the guy who made a living running a conversion clinic); sometimes "formal" criteria change as we learn more about what's common, what's uncommon, what's uncommon but irrelevant, etc, and when the criteria changes drastically enough it doesn't make sense to pretend the old studies perfectly apply to the new criteria. If you found a study defining "sex" specifically and exclusively as penetration with a dick which says gay men have as much sex as straight men but lesbians don't, it's not necessarily wrong as far as it goes but if THAT'S your prime citation for "gay men have more sex than lesbians", especially if you keep trying to apply it in contexts which obviously use a broader definition, there are gonna be a lot of people disagreeing with you and it won't be because they're stubbornly unscientific.

Also Zucker is pro conversion therapy. Yes, pro converting trans people to cis people, but also pro converting gay people to straight people. That doesn't necessarily affect his results, i just find it funny how many people enthusiastically support his findings as evidence transitioning is… basically anti-gay conversion therapy? (even though plenty of trans people transition to gay? including T4T people so even the "that's actually just how straight people try to get with gay people" rationale for gay trans people is incredibly weak? and also HRT has a relatively low but non-zero chance of changing sexual orientation so it wouldn't even be reliable as a means of "becoming straight"? but a guy who couldn't reliably tell the difference between a tomboy and a trans boy figured out the former is more common than the latter + in one whole country where being trans is legal but being gay is not, sometimes cis gay people transition, so OBVIOUSLY that means sexism and homophobia are the driving factors even in countries with significant transphobia. or something.) anyway i hope zucker knows and hates how many gay people and allies are using his own study to trash-talk any attempts to be Less Gay. ideally nobody would take his nonsense seriously at all but it doesn't seem we'll be spared from that any time soon so i will take my schadenfreude where i can.

Steensma's studies have the exact same problem re: irrelevant criteria so "well someone ELSE had the same results!" is not exactly convincing. This is not "oh trans people are refusing to pay attention to these studies because they disagree with them regardless of scientific rigor", it's "one biased guy using outdated criteria found exactly the numbers everyone would expect based on that criteria, i can't imagine why trans people are treating those numbers as relevant to the past criteria but not present definitions, let's find a SECOND guy using outdated criteria. Why do people keep saying the outdated criteria is not relevant to the current state of trans healthcare. Don't we all know it's quantity over quality with scientific studies. (Please don't ask what the quantity of studies disagreeing with me is.)"

Steensma also counted patients as 'not persisting as transgender' if they ghosted him on follow-up which counted for a third of his study's "detransitioners" and a fifth of the total subjects and. look. i'm not saying none of them detransitioned, or assuming they all didn't would be notably more accurate, but i think we can safely treat twenty percent of subjects as a bit high for making a default assumption, especially when some of them might have simply not been interested in a study on whether or not they still know who they are. Fuck knows i've seen pro-trans studies which didn't make assumptions about the people who didn't respond still get prodded by anti-trans people insisting "the number of people claiming they don't regret transitioning can't possibly be so high, some of the people who responded must have been lying. (Scientific rigor means thinking studies which disagree with me are wrong even if the only explanation is the subjects lying and studies which agree with me are right even if we need to make assumptions about a lot of subjects to get there.)"

and this is not new information. not the issues with zucker, not the issues with steensma, not any of the issues because this is not a new study, it's a review of older studies, which in itself doesn't mean "bad" or "useless" -- sometimes that allows connecting some previously-unconnected dots -- but the idea this is going to absolutely blow apart the Woke Media, vindicate Rowling and Lineham, and "save" ""gay"" children from """being forcibly transed""" is bullshit. At most it'll get dragged around and eagerly cited by all the people looking for anything vaguely scientific-sounding to justify their beliefs, and maybe even people who only read headlines and sound bites will buy it, but the people who really believe it will be people who already agreed with all its "findings" and have already been dragging around the existing studies and are just excited to have a shiny new citation for it.

the response from people who've been really reading research on transgender people all along is going to be more along the lines of "……yeah. yeah, i already knew about that. do you need a three-page essay on why i don't think it means what you think it means? because i don't have time for that homework right now but maybe i can pencil it in for next semester if you haven't learned how to check your own sources by then."

#cass review #lgbt #transgender #transphobia #science #'tldr': *writes three-page essay* 'but i don't have time for a three-page essay rn'#also: holy run-on sentences #but seriously this is not going to change the mind of a single person who would be influenced by reading scientific studies #the studies already existed and have BEEN being used by terfs who think ZUCKER of aLL PEOPLE #is a good gotcha against anyone saying 'reputable studies indicate detransitioning is pretty uncommon actually'#but the responses i find truly fascinating are the ones along the lines of #'ohohoho i bet all those people who criticized jkr will be reeeaal quiet now' w. why.#if past studies didn't convince them the Special Collector's Edition of past studies won't #y'all don't have a monopoly on Scientific Knowledge just because y'all think your Fisher-Price level Gender Definition is the best #sometimes. other scientific information exists. and trans people and allies can even read that scientific information.#i know a weird number of y'all think we run on vibes and liberal propaganda but i promise a ton of us are absolute DORKS

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allisluv · 5 months

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COMING CLEAN

Chapter Six — sex for secrets

pairing: finnick odair x fem!oc

content warnings: forced sex work, dissociation + an autistic meltdown, slut shaming, wyatt being a better brother to dahlia even though they’re not actually related. if there’s anything else just lmk!

word count: 3.5k

previous part — next part

Dahlia set her plan into action and changed her form of payment that very evening. Most of her clients were head gamemakers or people who held a position of influence in the Capitol, which gave her a perfect opportunity to gather information on their beloved president and use it to her advantage.

Instead of being paid in cash, she chose to exchange sex for secrets.

She burned through her list of clients in fourteen days and before she knew it, she was on the train back to district nine. Malaki accompanied her on the journey home and flaunted a newspaper in front of her face.

She and Finnick had made the front page for two consecutive weeks. The paparazzi were having a field day with the story. Pictures of them had been circulating the whole of Panem and Caeser Flickerman had been hounding them for an interview since they spoke to Capitol News.

The plan seemed to be working so far and although being in the spotlight would surely make her episodes more frequent, it was a cross she would have to bear if it meant everybody she loved was out of harm's way.

Over breakfast, Malaki joked about how Bloom was growing more popular as the days went by. Dahlia polished off a bottle of fizzy lemonade before excusing herself from the table and retreating to her room on the train.

Dahlia waited for the heavy metal door to clunk closed behind her before she pulled off her slippers and sat on the edge of the bed. It was always difficult to tell what was real and what wasn't when she was on the train. She supposed it was because of all the bad memories she associated with it.

Either way, it would take seven hours to arrive home, and sleeping was the best solution to her problems. She curled up under the thick duvet and silk sheets, falling asleep in a matter of minutes.

As six o'clock rolled around and they grew closer to home, Malaki opened the blinds to let the remaining slivers of evening light into her room before shaking her awake. "Wake up!" he beamed, tugging the duvet down to the end of the bed. She tossed about in protest and groaned into her hands. "Come on, I bet Juniper's dying to hear the gossip first-hand."

Dahlia muttered a muffled string of curses into her elbows before pulling herself up. She wrapped a beige cardigan around her and slid on her slippers as Malaki wheeled her black suitcase out into the hallway.

Although Bloom was an outstanding stylist, she couldn't help but feel grateful to dress in her own clothes again.

As the train pulled into the station and slowed to a gradual halt, Dahlia made her way down the carriage, waiting for the automatic doors to swing open. Fresh air filled her lungs as she hopped onto the platform and wearily offered her thanks to Malaki for hauling her suitcase down the steps.

A sad sigh escaped his lips as he scanned her face, looking for any sign that she was going to retreat into that hazy other world. This time around, they might not get her back, and that thought terrified him. "Darling, are you sure you're going to be okay?" he asked gently, patiently waiting for her to acknowledge that he had even asked a question.

Dahlia didn't blame him for being worried —the dark circles under her eyes did little to plead her case—but if she were to answer that question honestly, he wouldn't like what he heard.

The last thing she wanted to do was add to his worries, so instead of telling him the truth, she plastered a smile on her face. "Don't worry about me. It's Bloom you should be checking on — her fingers are probably bleeding from all the sewing," she joked, doing her best to swerve the question altogether.

Malaki had always been able to see through her lies and she half expected a lecture but he didnt press her for the truth. He was probably exhausted (it had been a long couple of days, after all). "Alright, if you are sure," he ran a hand through his hair, his golden rings getting caught in his dark curls. "If you need me—"

"I know," she cut him off kindly. "I'll call if I feel like throttling any reporters," she smiled. The phones in Victor Village only worked half the time but she chose to keep that piece of information to herself. He grinned, and she resisted the urge to flinch at how blinding his teeth were.

The train engine spluttered into life again and she gestured to the closest compartment. "Go on. Don't miss the train. I wouldn't want you getting stranded here, not without any skincare products," she teased, tightening her hold on the handle of her suitcase for something to remind her that this was real.

He chuckled under his breath, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder before catching himself and letting his hand fall back to his side.

"Call me if you need to!" he hopped up the steps to the train and waved through the windows until the surroundings blurred and she was a tiny dot on the platform.

Dahlia huffed out a breath of relief and rubbed at the ache in her chest. It was always easier to breathe when she didn't have reminders of the Capitol around her, even if she did have a soft spot for her escort.

The sun was beginning to set and although the warm light beat down against the nape of her neck, it did little to stop her from shivering.

She was tired of being cold all the time. It made it that much harder to stay in this world.

She tilted her suitcase up onto its back wheels, pulling it along the gravel as she headed for the small cottages in Victor village. The sooner she got home, the sooner she would be able to bribe River into gathering firewood.

She trekked up the familiar path to her house, noticing that someone had been watering her forget-me-nots. "Something smells nice," she announced, abandoning her suitcase in the entryway and preparing for impact.

As if on cue, Juniper deserted her post at the stove, dropping the wooden spoon back into the bowl and hurling herself towards Dahlia.

For someone who weighed fifteen pounds soaked through, Juniper always managed to knock the wind out of anyone she hugged.

"Oh my god, tell us everything! Is the news true? Are you actually going out with Finnick O'Dair?" Juniper squeaked, untangling her arms from around Dahlia's waist and holding her at arm's length. "I can't believe you never wrote me back! I've been dying here!"

Dahlia laughed, kindly shrugging off Juniper's touch and manoeuvring her way around the young girl. June had never been one to give up easily, though, and questions kept tumbling from her lips as she followed her into the kitchen.

Recent events were still weighing heavily on Dahlia's mind and her patience was beginning to wear thin as she sat cross-legged on a countertop. "June, I'll tell you everything over dinner, okay?" she grabbed the blonde's hands in her own.

Juniper nodded earnestly and started violently stirring the stew in the pot, adding in dashes of spices whenever she deemed necessary. She was clearly trying to get dinner on the table because the quicker they all sat down together, the quicker she'd get answers.

Ivy handed over the wooden spoon and pushed onto her tippy-toes to reach for tomatoes in the cupboard above Dahlia's head.

Ivy had always been considered the beautiful one in the family and her older sister couldn't agree more. That was part of the reason she had agreed to Snow's demands — there was no doubt in her mind that if she had refused, the president would've enlisted her sister into sex work at the tender age of nine.

He wouldn't have thought twice about it. He would not have even blinked.

Ivy was all skin and bone with cheekbones that could easily cut through glass. Her hair was black and had fallen out in parts from too much stress, but it covered her face like a curtain, and it wasn't noticeable from afar. Her eyes were by far her best feature —they were alluring, captivating, almost, and they spoke a million words. You never knew who Ivy was, not really, and that was something the Capitol would eat up.

"Is River out harvesting?" Dahlia covered her knuckles with the sleeves of her cardigan. Ivy didn't answer but a noise of agreement got caught in the back of her throat. "Does he know about Finnick?"

Ivy sauntered back to the stove with a sour expression, as if to say 'You bet he does — and he's not happy, either.'

Dahlia ran her tongue over her teeth, listening to the meat sizzle in the pot as her two mini-chefs expertly worked their way around the kitchen. She'd have to find some way to make it up to the girls; listening to River ran and rave for the last two weeks must have been torturous.

Juniper was true to her word and didn't ask about anything until they were sitting down at the table for dinner. "How long have you been seeing your fancy man for then, young lady?" she scooped generous servings of stew into their bowls and sat beside Ivy, impatiently rocking back and forth.

Dahlia desperately wracked her brain for an answer that would satisfy the girls; Ivy could sniff out a lie in milliseconds and Juniper would keep probing for the nitty-gritty details until she was satisfied, which made it incredibly difficult not to tell the truth.

She shoved a spoonful of stew into her mouth to buy herself some time. "We've been seeing each other for a couple of months," she said carefully. "We managed to keep it private for a while but someone walked in on us at a gala."

"What, they caught you having sex?" Juniper blurted out, eyes bulging out of their sockets as her fork clattered to the floor loudly.

"June!" she scolded, all the heat rushing to her face at the insinuation. She brushed back a few fly-away strands of hair and shook her head incredulously. Sometimes she forgot how little of a filter that girl had (which, admittedly, was rich coming from her —talk about the pot calling the kettle). "No, nothing like that. We were just hanging out in the garden and people started speculating, that's all," she insisted.

Ivy eyed her sister curiously. Maybe they hadn't been screwing, as June had so blatantly put it, but there had to be some fragment of truth to what the reporters were saying. She didn't care enough to ask, and the question wouldn't have left her head anyway, so she went back to picking at her food.

"What's Finnick like? Is he nice?" Juniper held her hands up in surrender as Dahlia glared in her direction. "Hey, don't shoot the messenger!"

Dahlia glanced out the window behind Juniper's head. The moon was already out and it was starting to get dark, which meant River would be home soon. Sliding out of her chair, she let the girls split whatever was left of her stew. "You can give me your character analysis when you meet him. I'm sure the two of you'll make a trip to the Capitol at some point or another."

Juniper jumped into a new line of questioning as Ivy took advantage of her opportunity and swiped a few tomato chunks from her older sister's bowl.

Dahlia chewed the inside of her cheek in an attempt to keep her temper in check. Hiding her distaste for the Capitol had worn her out but she refused to take it out on the girls. "Will you two be okay if I go to bed? I've got a migraine."

Juniper nodded sympathetically and anxiously tugged on her heart-shaped earrings. There was a silent understanding shared between the two. Dahlia liked to think that she shielded her victor from all of the terrible things life had to offer, but truthfully, they just never spoke about it.

Dahlia snagged a bottle of water from the fridge, fondly ruffling the girls' hair as she passed by and made a beeline for the staircase.

Her suitcase belted loudly against the steps as she carted it up to her room and shoved it underneath her bed. Out of sight, out of mind and all that jazz —in other words, she would likely forget it existed until Bloom showed up on her doorstep to whisk her away again.

She stripped out of her dirty clothes and heaped them together in the corner before tearing her chest of drawers apart for pyjamas. She stepped into polka-dotted bottoms and yanked a fleece over her head, running a brush through her hair for good measure.

Once the curtains were closed and her salt lamp was emitting an orange glow in the corner of the room, she wrapped herself in her duvet like a butterfly that was desperately afraid to leave its cocoon.

Worry ate away at her insides as she tossed and turned for hours on end, falling into the deep depths of sleep long after everybody else in the house had retreated to bed.

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Dahlia had been burning a hole in the living room carpet since she woke up. Her teeth tore away at the skin around her fingernails.

River had roped everybody into a mother's meeting and had swapped his usual work shift for the evening one. He had been scoffing under his breath, making a big song and dance about the whole situation until Ivy pushed him out the back door and locked him out.

Dahlia had been this close to ripping his head off and she was thankful that her sister had stepped in. The last thing she needed to deal with today was his inflated ego. He stropped off to the market to get some food and she hoped he would be calmer by the time he came back.

Juniper and Ivy were perched in the windowsill like two cats, their knees pressed up to their chests as they talked amongst themselves — well, as Juniper talked and Ivy listened.

Wyatt sat at the kitchen table, hands cupped around a steaming mug of coffee as he fought to keep his eyes open. At least she wasn't the only one running on empty this morning.

Letting out a frustrated groan, she collapsed into one of the kitchen chairs, holding her head in her hands. She found comfort in sitting with Wyatt. He didn't ask questions or hound her for details or tell her what to do. He just smiled tiredly and sipped his coffee like it was any other morning.

A burst of gratitude swept over her at how easy it was for him to adapt to his surroundings. She often said he was like a chameleon, changing forms and personas depending on who he was surrounded by, and she supposed that was something they had in common.

It was eleven o'clock when Juniper fell out of the windowsill, landing with a thump on the floor and loudly announcing that River was coming back.

Dahlia wiped her clammy palms into her blue jeans and rested her hand on her abdomen to regulate her breathing. Wyatt poured the dregs of his coffee down the sink and inched his chair closer to Dahlia's. He would no doubt be playing referee between the older siblings.

River crept his way back into the house, his arms folded over his chest like a child throwing a temper tantrum. He set the bag of food down on the table and sat opposite his sister. The girls were quick to follow suit, standing behind Dahlia's chair like a firing squad.

He propped his head up with his hands and sighed. "I know you're not going out with Finnick but what I don't understand is why you insist on entertaining the rumours. They're painting you out to be a slut and you're letting it happen," he spat.

Juniper knew that Dahlia would retreat into her own head if given the opportunity. She traced shapes into the older girl's skin to keep her tied to this reality.

Wyatt's eyes rapidly darkened and he clenched his fists in his lap. "Watch your tongue," he warned. His voice was raspy and he leaned forward in his chair. "Call her that again and see what fucking happens." He stood to his feet and River followed suit, towering over the victor.

Before either of them had a chance to start fighting in the middle of the kitchen, a hologram on the telly began to fizzle into focus. The Capitol anthem rang out, bouncing off the walls of the house.

President Snow took the stage and as the anthem ended, he began to speak about the Dark Days.

Dahlia's feet were moving on autopilot as she walked into the living room and collapsed on the sofa in front of the hologram. Everyone else was quick to follow and the tension between River and Wyatt was quick to dissipate.

Juniper sat at her feet and clutched her hand like a vice, eyes glued to the screen. "It must be the card reading," June whispered. "They announce the twist a couple of months before the games begin. That must be what it is, right?"

Dahlia's face was paling as the seconds ticked by. President Snow pulled an envelope from a wooden box and began to read from the card.

"On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them can not overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors!"

Dahlia keeled forward off the couch, landing on her knees as a scream clawed its way out of her throat.

She slipped away after that, and the feeling of being gently rocked back and forth was what brought her back to reality.

She was cradled in somebody's arms and the smell of pine told her that it was Ivy. She pried her eyes open.

The hologram had disappeared and the evening light blinded her. She didn't remember getting to the lake but gaps in her memory was normal when her brain was working in overdrive.

Ivy quietly shushed her and pushed back the damp strands of hair stuck to her temple. "I can't go back there. I can't do it," she sobbed.

Dahlia lay her head in Ivy's lap and the younger girl threaded her fingers through the knots in her hair just as their mother had done when they were kids.

There was a chill in the air as Ivy brushed the sand off her kneecaps and led Dahlia back to the house, keeping a firm hold of her hand in case she broke free and started to run.

As they neared Victor's Village, Dahlia could hear a wailing sound that was no doubt coming from her female counterpart in the reaping. Her feet were moving on autopilot as she slipped in the back door.

River had backed himself into a corner and was watching nervously as Juniper scratched at the skin on her arms. Wyatt was sat on the floor beside her, yet he maintained his distance in case it escalated the situation.

Ivy dimmed the lights and kicked River and Wyatt onto the porch. The last thing June needed was an audience.

Dahlia crouched down in front of her. "June, it's just me. I know you're probably struggling to understand what is happening and why it's happening and that's alright. It's okay to be scared and confused because I am here to help. Do you want me to explain what's going to happen?"

Juniper hummed under her breath and flapped her hands as she tried to break apart what Dahlia was saying. Once she could understand what was being said, she nodded anxiously.

"There's three months until the reaping so that gives Wyatt and I plenty of time to get back into shape before the games. We're gonna train like careers and you're gonna be our coach! I need you to listen carefully to this next part, okay?"

Juniper continued humming but she pried her eyes open a fraction of an inch.

"I'm going back into the games. Me. Not you. I love you but I will never forgive you if you volunteer. Do you understand?" she warned, gently brushing away the tears rolling down her warm cheeks.

Juniper sniffled and wiped her nose with her sleeve. "Promise me you'll come back. Promise me."

Dahlia swallowed the lump in her throat. It was hard to lie to Juniper— it was like kicking a puppy when it was already down. "I promise."

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hello, first time taking a visit to your asks, I have to say I love your work and was wondering if you could do a Wednesday Addams x Male Reader where the reader is a vampire and is into a lot of punk music (example: metallica and black sabbath) and dresses punk and stuff. Scenario would be enemies to lovers (also if you don’t do male readers you can just do gender neutral, I don’t mind.)

— god save the queen ☆

— wednesday addams x gn!punk!vampire!reader <3

— summary : IN WHICH, Wednesday Addams hated loud music, ripped jeans, heavy rings, awfully dyed hair, big eyeliner and long earrings,yet a certain punk vampire caught her eye.

a/n : babe not to ruin your happiness but metallica and black sabbath are more metal/rock and i decided to do punk PUNK yk like , sex pistols. If you don't like this ill gladly do a metal/rock ver <33 also let's pretend Wednesday already has a phone!!

Tall black boots stepping on the hard wood, making a creaking sound. Pants ripped with patches all over them and random sewed on designs with band names. Horribly and messy teased hair, eyeliner bigger than their boots, black sunglasses and long black crosses hanging from their ears.

That was Y/n. Nevermore's most "not normal" student. They stood out in the crowd with their lanky figure and weird style.

They were a vampire, a blood addict, with long fangs and fingers full of rings that grasped their victim's neck with hurry. A fan of loud noises and music that made most people want to rip their ears out.

Everyone always turned their head at the sight of Y/n, in awe of the rare beauty in front of them. Y/n was everyday greeted by every single person in there. No one hated them and their funky style, sirens to werewolves and even more. Except from one girl named Wednesday Addams. Who was right now, standing infront of them.

Y/n didn't even bother to look at her as they barged into Enid's shared dorm with Wednesday while listening to music on their headphones.

"Will you be quiet?" Wednesday said with her usual cold tone while staring immediately into the poor vampire's soul.

The red haired punk took out their headphones to hear what Wednesday was saying with a light blush on their cheeks.

Oh, Wednesday, Wednesday. She was like a total dream to the vampire. Well, actually more like a nightmare. They admired her from afar everytime her mouth said

While on the other hand, Wednesday "hated" them. She hated how cool they looked with their teased hair, their patch filled jackets and their weird earrings. And what she hated the most was how SHE found them cool. She, Wednesday Addams, thinking someone who's like a rainbow, with colorful eyeshadow and bright red lips, was cool.

She remembers telling Enid about how it looks like a rainbow threw up on her, yet here she was. Acting like she despises the school's cheerful punk and admiring their pops of colours here and there.

"Do you know where Enid is?" Asked the punk, patiently waiting for an answer while plopping down on Enid's bed comfortably.

"No. I do not and I really couldn't care less where she is right now. Turn down that absolutely awful music or else I'll cut your ridiculous hair off." Said Wednesday with no emotion in her voice.

The vampire laughed and unplugged the headphones from their phone. Their fangs glowing in the sun of the day as they smiled while turning up the volume. Chipped nail polish on their long fingers as they tapped on their phone's screen.

The first thing that came out of the phone was loud instruments and yells. Wednesday looked at the screen in confusion and interest.

" GOD SAVE THE QUEEN" was shown all over the screen, some dudes with funky and spiky hair singing while behind them was written on the wall "SEX PISTOLS".

Wednesday found herself actually taking a liking to the music, slightly bopping her head and bouncing her leg in rhythm.

Y/n smirked and looked at her. "I see you're quite enjoying "awful music"" They said, making Wednesday roll her eyes and grab the punk's phone.

"Just shut up and send me the link" She said while typing her number in the phone,with her usual cold demeanor dropping as she smiled a little, barely noticeable but the vampire saw it and felt their heart clench in happiness and enthusiasm.

"Aight, see ya later Nes" were Y/n's last words as they stormed out of the room to find Enid and tell her about making her "emotionless" roommate,THE Wednesday Addams smile.

Wednesday kept on staring at them as they ran out of the room, their chains and necklaces along with their heavy boots suddenly looked like art to her and not just stupid jewellery. Or maybe, they looked like art to her.

#wednesday x reader #wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader

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bxd-decisions · 2 years

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◈ "RUNNING THROUGH THE MONSOON. BEYOND THE WORLD, TILL THE END OF TIME." ⸻ KAKUCHO

◈ SYNOPSIS︙ Kakucho was sent on an assassination mission, but it all went a bit wrong. And you found yourself running away with him from danger, but you and him come to love each other through it. Maybe it wasn't such a bad life.

◈ PAIRING︙ Bonten!Kakucho x afab!reader

◈ GENRE︙Bonten au, dark content, smut, fluff

◈ WORD COUNT︙ 4.8k

◈ WARNINGS︙ violence, mentions of murder, attempted murder, dark content, smut, fingering, alcohol usage, dom!Kakucho, sub!reader, fem bodied!reader unprotected sex, vaginal sex.

◈ AUTHORS NOTE︙ I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS.

REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK APPRECIATED

The sound of footsteps on the wet ground, the rain pouring down. The men walked in silence alongside Kakucho. They were just… men that worked for Bonten. He was walking with a purpose. And that purpose was to assassinate someone.

You.

Your apartment building was just a few more metres away. He was almost there. There were a few lights burning in several apartments. Kakucho was a patient man, but his men? Not so much, but it's not like he really worried about how impatient they were. They were just there. Just. There.

"Can't we just go in already?" One of his men asked with impatience very much visible in his tone, which earned a glare from Kakucho who was fixing his black leather gloves. "We have to wait. There are still people in that building who are awake. We don't want to cause a scene and get caught. Do you know how Mikey will react? You'll all be dead." He said sternly, averting his gaze back to the building.

His men went silent from his rather… sharky remark.

— 00:12am

The rain was a bit more silent. The apartment building was also silent. More and more homes during the duration of the rainy evening got their peace and settled in bed. Now. Now was the perfect time. Kakucho gestured for his men to follow him towards the apartment building. Instead of going in the elevator, he and his men took the stairs. There were about three stories they had to climb of stairs until they got to the floor you lived on.

"Number 23." Kakucho whispered to his men while he sauntered through the hall. About 6 apartments down, he finally got to his destination. He briefly turned to his men, "You wait out here. If anything goes wrong, you guys will go back to Mikey." He ordered them before he turned on his heel and faced the door. He attempted to pick the lock, only to see… your apartment door was unlocked.

How naive.

The scarred faced couldn't stop himself from letting out a quiet chuckle. He so so so slowly twisted the door knob, making sure to not even make a single sound. The door creaked however when he pushed it open, but it wasn't enough to draw any attention. At least not yet. Upon entering the apartment, his boots made a very soft thudding sound on the wooden floor with each slow step, each step in the apartment at his search for you, where he finally heard your voice behind a door, along with the sound of a shower running. You were in the shower. Singing in the shower.

You didn't even hear any noises, or suspect anything bad to happen either. It was just another peaceful night for you. You usually never locked your apartment door anyways, because the place was safe. Not once was there any kind of bad incident. You had no idea you were even on a hitlist. Why would you be anyways? You just lived a normal and peaceful life. At least you thought so. You did. But people didn't like that — for some reason.

You turned the shower off, taking a deep breath as you inhaled the fresh smell and the steam before stepping out with your drenched body and right after, you wrapped a white, fluffy towel around your body. Your hair was wet and droplets of water fell on the ground with each step you took to the bathroom door. You reached for the knob and casually opened the door, but you had a big, big shock.

"Don't. Don't scream." A black haired man, holding a gun in his hand — with a silencer attached to it. He was pointing the weapon at your head and the only thing you could do was nod and hold your hands up in the air with a fearful look painted on your features. "Don't hurt me please." You pleaded to the man before you. You spoke softly, and you felt so vulnerable, so nude. The only thing stopping you from being naked was the towel covering your nudity from this intruder.

Kakucho eyed you. Not in a perverted way. But in a way that… he was unsure of what to do with you. It was easy to just pull the trigger and end you… right? It was routine for him by now. But what was stopping him now? Maybe the scared look you had on your pretty face. Or the way you looked so innocent that you wouldn't even harm a fly. He let out an irritated huff as he lowered the gun and pinched the bridge of his nose, leaving a red mark on his otherwise perfect skin. He let out a long, long sigh. "Look, I'm here to warn you. I was sent here to kill you. But you need to just… pack your things and get out of here. Far away from here where no one can find you, okay?" This was more of an order than a question and you'd be able to tell that in the tone of his stern voice.

"What? Why are you here to kill me? Who sent you?" You finally had the guts to question this man, while your hands and arms had a very firm grip on the towel that was hiding your nudity. You had a look of confusion and fear on your beautiful face.

How could this man just barge in and order you to leave? And who the hell sent him to kill you? You were so confused by all of this and quite frankly — you were terrified too.

"I can't just… leave."

Kakucho was pretty sure he was gonna break his nose by the amount of times he was pinching it. He let out another long sigh, "My boss, Mikey. He sent me. And you have to leave. Okay? If they find you, I'm dead too. You'll be killed too if they find out you're alive." Kakucho simply didn't have it in him to kill you.

'what am I doing?' Mentally, he was cursing himself for being such a pussy.

"Mikey? Who the hell is that?" Of course you didn't know who Mikey was. That cake was no surprise to him. Therefore he just shook his head. The amount of questions you were bombarding him with was giving him a headache. "It doesn't matter. Just… get out of here. For your own good." Kakucho tucked his gun away again before turning on his heel and walking to the door of your apartment. You, however, ran into your room and got yourself in some clothing. You couldn't help but to take his warning seriously, so you began packing some things.

Kakucho left your apartment building without another word. He felt so stupid for doing what he did. If Mikey ever found out, he'd be dead. He closed the door behind him and looked at his men who still stood there with the most serious looks on their faces. "Is she dead?" One of the men asked to which Kakucho just nodded in return. He felt like this was just gonna go down hill. His gut kept on telling him that.

"Let's go and see then."

Kakucho felt like he was on a rollercoaster, and the man hated roller coasters by the way. When the man said those words, he hastily shook his head and attempted to walk past the man, "There's nothing to look at." He tried to talk him out of it.

"Then let me go check." The man insisted and stormed past him, "Come with me and show me?" He added to which Kakucho in response grabbed onto his wrist with a firm grasp, "I said there is nothing to look at. She's dead. I blew her brains out." He gritted his teeth but the man pulled loose and barged into your apartment, with Kakucho running behind him.

When the man stormed into your home, you were still, in a panic, packing your clothes, but you froze when the man broke your door down and stared at you dead in the eye. His icy glare said murder. You were sure it was the end for you. The look on his face made your stomach turn and your eyes widen from pure terror. "D-don't-" Your protests were silenced by Kakucho knocking the man in the back of his neck with his gun before locking his panicked eyes onto yours.

"Come on!" He grabbed your wrist without even asking or thinking twice. He had a tight grip on you and dragged you out of your apartment, and thankfully for you, the elevator was right next to your apartment, but that wasn't exactly safe since two more of Kakucho's men remained outside of your apartment. However Kakucho had remarkable reflexes and combat skills so he kicked the men away when they tried to grab you or him and hastily got you both into the elevator. You were both running on pure adrenaline. "What are you doing?!" The elevator went down, Kakucho didn't say a word to you, as soon as the door opened he dragged you along once more, "Just follow me."

He tried to remain as calm and composed as he could. It was extremely dark, but the streets were busy. The way Kakucho pulled you along didn't go noticed by anyone though, only by the men who were on your tails. Therefore when Kakucho looked back he cursed out and tried to just run a bit faster, "Just get into the car!" Kakucho grabbed the keys from an old man before kicking him so hard he almost went flying across the street. The car door was still open so he shoved you inside and hastily got in, shutting the door and in a panic, he dropped the keys.

"Fuck!" With his shaking hands, he searched for the keys, and finally he got hold of them and started the engine of the vehicle. Without a second thought, he drove off. He didn't care about how many traffic rules he broke. Again, he was running on pure adrenaline. He was panting heavily, "L-look… I'm sorry for this. But we're stuck together now, okay? If Bonten finds one of us, we're dead, got it?!" Kakucho yelled at you, and the panic was visible in his tone and on his face. He was still mentally cursing himself for doing this. But, it was done, guess it was something he couldn't change. He betrayed Mikey and Bonten now, and he'd now have not only the cops, but Bonten on his trail. Somehow, he'd need to keep you safe too.

You just accepted your fate. You were stuck with this strange man. A man that apparently was formerly part of an organisation called Bonten. You heard about them on the news. But not once did you ever think you'd be involved with one of them. But now, you were and you had to accept that reality. "Okay then… What's your name?" You sat there in silence, until you finally had the courage to ask him what his name was. You needed to know. You were stuck with him now, right?

"Kakucho Hitto. You're Y/n L/n. I know." He couldn't help but to chuckle, yeah, that must have sounded very very creepy, but after all, you shouldn't have been surprised because he did break into YOUR home to assassinate YOU. So obviously he had to know simple things like your name, your age, and your address. You also, just accepted it with a nod, "Uhm… yeah. I am."

An awkward silence was casted upon the both of you. Kakucho was driving the car and seemed to have calmed down more from the panic, fear and adrenaline he experienced earlier. The same could be said for you, your breathing was more under control, and you weren't shaking like a leaf caught in a storm.

Kakucho drove, and drove, and drove. You passed out beside him in the car out of exhaustion. But he just carried on travelling until he finally came to a stop by a large building that seemed to be a hotel. Dawn was already breaking, it had been a few long hours since he had run away with you. Kakucho looked at your sleeping form for a good minute. He still questioned himself and why he decided to save you. Why was he so stupid? He was now literally a walking target. A dead man. He just committed suicide. A suicide that would be delayed for as long as he decided to run away from his monsoon of problems and danger he caused for the both of you. But whatever, there was no use to sit around and dwell over it. He'd leave tomorrow's problems to tomorrow's him.

Kakucho slowly reached out to you and took hold of your shoulder. He began to shake you very very gently, just enough to wake you up, which surprisingly didn't take very long.

You let out a deep breath, along with a very tired whine before opening your eyes. Your neck and back was cramping from sitting and sleeping. It was far from being comfortable to say the least. But it was better than being dead. You kept telling yourself that. "Where are we?" You looked over a Kakucho, before looking in front of you, at the hotel. Figured, a rich guy like him would book into a hotel room.

"Are we crashing here for the night?"

Kakucho nodded at your question, "Let's go." Kakucho opened the car door and got out of the car. He stood in front of the car and waited for you to follow suit — which you did without question. You were unsure if it was smart to just crash at a hotel when you guys had dangerous men after you, but you trusted Kakucho for some reason. Upon entering the building, Kakucho nudged you towards the counter. You looked back at him with a confused expression, "Get us a room." He muttered to which you nodded and turned back to the receptionist and gave her a smile.

Ordering the room was easy. Kakucho paid for it though. You and him got to the elevator of the hotel and went up about… 4 floors. It was again, silent.

Kakucho kept on stealing glances at you. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful you were. How easy it was to be around you. How you seemed to keep quiet even if he dragged you through hell and back. He was fascinated by this. He was starting to understand why he made the foolish decisions that he made. It was because he didn't want to be alone, being around you somehow soothed his soul and brought him a sense of purpose. Being in Bonten? It felt like a chore, a repetitive cycle. Something he grew tired of. But now he found something new.

The man was so lost in thought, he flinched when the elevator doors opened. He cleared his throat and gave you a reassuring smile, "Come on." He muttered, you followed him, as expected all the way to the hotel room. There was only one bed, and a couch. Kakucho was no stranger to sleeping on a couch, "I'll take the couch." Kakucho closed and locked the door and settled himself on the couch immediately after, letting out a pleased and tired groan. He was tired, very tired.

You looked around the room with curious eyes, but the second your eyes landed on the bed, you felt yourself grow tired again, it was like an instinct took over. Like your body told you to drop everything and collapse on that damned bed, which you did do. It was so comfortable, nothing registered anymore. Not Kakucho's words mattered, all you cared for was the comfort and rest the bed gave you as you drifted off to a nice, comfortable and deep sleep.

It felt like a routine by now. Travelling everyday with Kakucho, with no end in sight. Life was just on the run and to be completely honest, it tired you out. Here you were again.

Kakucho and yourself had just lost your car and were running in an alleyway, away from some of Bonten's goons. "Slow down!" You yelled for Kakucho who was way faster than you. Kakucho slowed down and swiftly scooped you up in his strong arms, he began running with you, "Sorry. I forgot you can't keep up." Kakucho chuckled as he ran. The running seemed to have no end, however, finally, the running came to a stop when he found an old and abandoned warehouse. It was better than nothing. He carried you all the way inside and finally, he relieved you from.his grasp, "Well, here we are. We should be safe here for-"

Kakucho suddenly pulled you against him, and he moved against a wall when he saw a figure out of the window, searching the place. You already knew how things worked so you stayed quiet. Although, you were scared, as usual. But Kakucho was there — he could feel how you were trembling, so the man very gently held your chin with his thumb and index finger and very gently and slowly tilted your head up, so you looked into his mesmerising heterochromia eyes. He was a handsome man. Something you never really noticed until that very moment. It was like… you were unable to take your eyes off of him. He drowned all the fear and panic away that boiled in your soul.

Kakucho was feeling a similar sensation when he looked down at the fearful eyes that slowly shifted to one that… he couldn't describe. Were you looking at him with love? Fondness? Indifference? He wasn't sure, but it gave him goosebumps and made his heart race. Kakucho couldn't stop himself any longer. It was like… the way you looked at him awakened a monsoon of love and lust that suddenly felt for you — thus, Kakucho carefully leaned down and locked his lips with yours, and he suddenly felt like… he had just returned home from a very long journey. He felt like he was sitting by a fireplace in the middle of a snowstorm… warm. Warmth that filled his cold soul and heart.

You were rather surprised by this action of his, but you too, felt like you just found a safe haven and you couldn't stop yourself from returning the kiss with the same amounts of love and passion. Things happened. Bizarre things did. But it led you to this man who took your heart and put it back together. He had made you feel special. Safe. Wanted… when no one else did. It was a warm feeling. It burned. But in a good way. His lips tasted like honey and you felt yourself craving more and more, but sadly Kakucho had to break the kiss and ruin the moment. But he still gave you a smile when you looked up at him with those puppy eyes and blushed cheeks.

"Just wait a little bit." Kakucho whispered before glancing out of the window for a few good seconds. It was clear. Your stalkers were gone…

For now.

Thus, Kakucho backed away from the wall, "Let's look around." He muttered. He was using a very very soft indoor voice — as if he was in a library. But he had to be careful. You followed Kakucho around the building before coming to a door, which would probably be the old staff room, or break room… something like that. Kakucho picked the lock and entered the room, and a smile came to his face, an immense smile. There was a bottle of scotch in there and it made him very happy. "Bingo."

Kakucho took long strides to the bottle while you stepped in and closed the door. You let out a smile because of his happiness, "Can I also have some?" You asked him, your voice barely above a whisper. Kakucho let out a chuckle, he removed the lid from the bottle and took a long sip of the scotch, the auburn liquid burned down his throat and immediately relaxed him. "Here." He held the bottle out to you which, that you gratefully took.

The liquor tasted strong. It burned your throat and made your skin crawl — drinking wasn't really your thing, but after everything you'd been through? It was needed. You handed the bottle of the auburn liquid back to Kakucho which he just placed down on the table, thereafter he just… looked at you. His face was unreadable to you and his gaze made you slightly uneasy and filled you with wonder. "What?" You gave him a wholehearted smile.

The smile you graced him with instantly made his heart melt. He felt like a school child who just invited his crush on a first date when you were smiling like that. Kakucho would never get bored of how everything about you resonated within him. "Nothing… I just…" Kakucho looked down at the ground with a boyish grin. He suddenly took one long step to you and without warning or hesitation he pulled you in for another loving kiss filled with all the passion and lust he possessed in his soul. He wanted you. All of you. You made his heart pound and his head spin. He just couldn't control himself any longer. And truth be told neither could you, thus — you happily returned the kiss.

Kakucho's hands had a firm grip onto your perfect hips while you had your fingers tangled into his hair. That small action awakened his lust for you even more as he pushed his tongue past your sweet lips to get a better taste of you. He backed you up, until you fell onto the only couch in the room, before getting on and hovering over you, his passion for the kiss never stopping — not even air mattered to him in that moment. Only when you broke the kiss yourself, your lungs begged for air but the way you looked at him with that lustful glow in your pretty eyes, and string of saliva that connected to your lips drove him completely mad. His lips attached themselves to your sweet neck and he left love marks all over your soft skin — marking you and claiming you as his.

"Need you." Kakucho mumbled while he planted more kisses all over your skin and his big hands travelled all over your perfectly sculpted body, finally reaching under your shirt and letting out a low growl upon feeling your soft and warm skin on his hands. He caressed your entire torso, not even missing a spot. He made sure to take his sweet time fondling with your breasts before sliding his hands underneath your bra to feel your bare skin.

His touches were addictive and you found yourself wanting more and more of his sinful touch, "K-kaku… more please." The arousal pooling in the lower half of your body only got worse and worse with each second he teased your delicate skin, but it soon ended when he pulled your shirt off and unclipped your bra. The clothing material scattered on the floor in an instant before you suddenly felt his soft lips wrapping around your sensitive nipple, his tongue flicking and licking it which made you squirm and moan from how good he made you feel.

He let out a low chuckle and he dipped his one hand down between your thighs and in your pants and panties, rubbing slowly circles onto your wet clit, he couldn't help but to laugh, "So need for me… hmmm?" He purred, pushing two of his long fingers into your weeping hole and pumping them in and out of you in the most delicious way. Which made you gasp from the sudden intrusion, the pleasure was addicting.

"F-fuck… go good…" you whined out, throwing your head back while you pulled and tugging on his hair. It made him grunt lowly from the delicious sting he felt on his scalp from each tug. He pumped his fingers in and out of you for a few more minutes before he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean, grinning down at you. He kissed down your torso until he got to the waistline of your jeans, he didn't ask. He knew he had your permission already, therefore he unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans before tugging them down your legs with your panties. Once he threw the clothing material down on the ground, he observed your bare legs with sheer lust. Those thighs could drive a man insane. He left how his pants got tighter and tighter against his dick it almost got painful, the way your arousal stuck to your thighs turned him ok beyond anything else. But to be honest, your whole body was just perfect for him and he grew more needy and hungry for you by every passing second.

"Your so fucking beautiful… fuck-" Kakucho growled lowly and in a rush he began to loosen his belt and tug his pants down along with his underwear and finally freeing his rock hard cock from that painful tightness of his pant, "I need to feel you, baby." He whispered to you as he lined up with your wet entrance, he looked into your eyes, and leaned down to plant a loving kiss on your lips before pushing himself into your warmth. It made his head spin, you were tight and went and he would never get used to how delicious you felt around his cock, how you stretched open around him.

"Fuck…" he moaned out.

The feeling of his thick cock stretching you open, it felt like you were getting split in half — but in a good way. It was like his dick was made just for you, just to fuck you and make you feel good, "K-kaku… fuck… move please… I need you"

Kakucho felt himself snapping and becoming a feral animal at the words, 'I need you.' Like you awakened his primal side which told him to ram his needy cock inside of your pretty hole — which is exactly what he did. Without any second thought, he began to move his hips against you at a rough and fast pace, immediately hitting your sweet spot over and over with each thrust of his hips. You were seeing stars from it. He made you feel so unimaginably good it was almost overwhelming but you found yourself wanting more and more. Your hands moved to his shoulders with a firm grip that left scratch marks on his skin that made him groan and moan out from the sensation.

"Keep doing that sweetheart." He whispered while his hips slammed against yours over and over with no sight in end, he was on cloud 9; and so were you. Each thrust of his hips edged you all the more closer to your very much craved high. You walled tightened around him, and he could swear that feeling was so good and he never ever wanted to stop fucking you if you felt that good, he would never stop if he could, although he couldn't ignore how he was getting closer and closer to his own peek, he couldn't help it. "I'm gonna cum." He warned you, and you nodded in agreement, "Me t-too… fuck!" With that said, your legs were shaking and you felt your orgasm hit you like a speeding train which made you squirm and your body twitch.

Your orgasm triggered his own, his dick was twitching violently and he finally broke and fell apart, shooting his seed deep inside of you with a low moan of your name, "Fuck…" His hips stuttered but he kept on moving against your, the feeling just didn't stop, but he legs finally threatened to fail him, so his movements came to a halt. He was panting hard but he smiled down at you. You looked so tired and fucked out and the same as him, you were panting.

"I… love you" he whispered.

You smiled at him.

"I love you too." You planted a kiss on his lips, the smile soon fading though.

Kakucho pulling you close. He just wanted to hold you close but the way your smile disappeared didn't go unnoticed by him, "What's up?"

"What happens if we ever get caught?" You asked.

"Well, then I guess… jail. Or we're dead. But until then, we'll just run… and stick together." Kakucho pressed a kiss on your forehead.

"But I promise I'll protect you with my life." He promised you.

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No secrets without lies.

Chapter 5 --- Understanding

Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader.

Summary: After sleeping with Aaron the reader and him sit down and talk about what should happen next and then what they actually want.

Warning: Mention of sex, swearing, drugs mention, backstory of toxic relationship, age gap. (Anything else please let me know)

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“No Jack, let them sleep” Aaron calls out, trying to catch him, but before he could stop him. Jacks barging in, your eyes slowly flutter open hearing little footsteps approach. With a small poof, you feel Jack jumping on the bed, giggling softly, your eyes fully opening, spotting a smiley Jack on the bed with you. Looking up as Aaron comes running in, chuckling as he spots Jack climbing on top of you.

“Wakey wakey (Y/n) time to get up” Jack giggles, shaking your shoulders making you laugh.

“I'm awake Jack” Laughing as you tickle his side, making him giggle and squirm trying to get off you.

“No no daddy help” Jack giggles loudly, Aaron laughs walking over.

“Okay you two, come on we have stuff to do this morning” Shaking his head with laughter as he picks Jack up off you. Smiling softly at you, as Jack runs back out.

“Well good morning” Giggling softly as you sit up.

“Morning, sorry I did try to keep Jack out” He smirks at you.

“It's alright sorry I didn’t mean to sleep in” Smiling softly as you sit up.

“You didn't, Jack is too much of an early bird” Aaron smiles, checking you out subtly. Pride fills him as he spots the dark marks he left on your neck.

“Oh I wonder where he got that from” Laughing teasing him lightly.

“You left your bag here the other night by the way it's on the couch”

“Oh that's perfect” Smiling as you stand up stretching slightly. You could feel Aarons eyes sliding over you, making you smirk, about to say something snarky but you're interrupted.

“Dad hurry up” Jack yells loudly from the kitchen, making you both laugh.

“I see he has your patients as well” Smirking as he walks out.

~~~

You're currently washing the dishes after having breakfast with your boys. Aaron in the study answering a few missed calls from during the night. Jack has already been picked up for a play date. While you're cleaning up, you start over thinking about last night. You slept with your boss, how the hell are you going to get through that. Not only is he your boss but he's also your closest friend, could anything make this worse. Last night was amazing, your body has never felt so at peace with someone. The way his words had so much affected on you was incredible. His mouth has so many talents, and you wish you could explore it a lot further. But there's no way you could continue sleeping with him. Hes your fucking boss for one, and crap, if the team is ever to finds out. Not only would they never stop teasing you, but they would judge you, accusing Hotch of having a favourite. People would accuse you of doing it to get further in your career, and that would be the farthest from the truth. You put yourself through the FBI academy all by yourself, got into the BAU which was your dream when you started the academy. You did that all by yourself with no support from your family and barely any friends. To hell, will you let what happened last night affect your career at all. The sex was great but that's all it was. Sex with your boss. Doesn’t matter that you are already craving more of him, or how during breakfast this morning you couldn't stop staring at his hands. Your cheeks heat up, as you remember how good they felt on your body.

~~~

Time seems to pass by slowly, as you sit on the couch reading one of your favourite books. Waiting for Aaron to finish the phone calls, sighing as you check your phone. It's now 10:45am, He's been in his office for just over an hour and you were growing bored of just hanging around. If you didn't want to talk to him so badly about last night you would have just left by now. Going through your new text message you have received, clicking into Garcia texts, deciding to easily ignore the 20+ unread texts you have from Sean.

Nerd Queen: So how was the date?

You: It sucked, but the night ended up being great ;)

Giggling softly, as you could only imagine how Garcia is going to beg for details tomorrow at work. Oh god. Lying to Garcia is easy but, having to make sure you don’t slip up and accidentally mention his name. While you describe how amazing the night was, and how you ditched your date for another guy. You know you could possibly hide it from the team, but from Rossi? Oh hell no. After yesterday it's like he already put everything together, before you had even had sex with Aaron. Your thoughts are interrupted by new texts from Garica.

Nerd Queen: Oh I am going to need extreme details tomorrow my love ;)

Nerd Queen: I still don’t get why you caught up with that dickward anyway last night.

You: It was mainly for his dick ;)

You: I mean if I didn’t I wouldn’t have ended up where I did sooooo.

Nerd Queen: Seems dirty, I love it. We need to drink and catch up on so much. You me and JJ, next night off.

You: It's a date.

Laughing softly, staring down at the texts. You love Penelope, you have grown so close the last few months. She was the one you talk to about the guys you date and what not. Holy shit does it feels so weird not texting her, telling her how you just fucked Aaron Hotchner. You had slipped one night a year ago on a bestie night out, with her JJ and Emily, that you thought your boss was hot, they never let you live that down. They kept teasing you, calling out your daddy issues. Which you had fun at first reminding them that your dad was nine years older than Hotch, which you soon found out, did not help the issue at all. In fact it made it worse.

Clicking out of the texts from Garcia you move onto the long string of texts, from Sean. Groaning softly as you click into them, immediately regretting them as you read the last few.

Sean (ex): I'm so sorry, I know I screwed up. Can you please text me so I know you got home okay at least. Sent 1:49am

Sean (ex): Oh come on (Y/n) I know I fucked up but please, It was only ecstasy you never use to care. Sent 2:01am

Sean (ex): Look I know I agreed to get clean but I'm not as good as you. Sent 2:17am

Sean (ex): Last night was going so great and sex with you is amazing and you know that's why I took it so It would be way better. Sent 3:42am

Sean (ex): Ok that sounds bad, and I'm sorry can you please message me, I need you to know how sorry I am. Sent 8:22am

~~~

Letting out an angry disgusted huff, slamming your phone onto the coffee table. The bang echoing throughout the room.

“Woah, what was that?” Looking up you see a startled Aaron standing half way between you and the study door. Aaron was watching you, almared, he has never seen you react like that before, and there have been plenty of times where you could have.

“Just my stupid Ex, trying to apologise but more like trying to make me seem like the bad guy” Sighing, rubbing your temple softly, the stress bringing a headache to the party. You feel the couch dip beside you, turning your head to see Aaron sitting beside you, concern present on his face as he faces towards you.

“You want to talk about it?” His soft caring voice makes the stress ease off of you, shaking your head lightly.

“I feel like we have other things we should talk about first” Leaning back into the couch, your body feels so tense and exhausted from the last 24 hours.

“(Y/n) we can talk about that later, I know you were looking forward to last night, what happened?” His words are firm but gentle, turning to look at you better giving you his full attention.

~~~

Sighing softly, your hands start fidgeting, nervous as you think back to the dinner last night.

“Last night was great, you know two old friends catching up” Smiling softly, as you let yourself think back to your and Sean relationship.

“Me and him, we had a good relationship at first, we started out as friends, met at a party when I was 20, he's a few years older than me” Your mind flicks through memories as you reflect back to all those first you had with Sean. “The party sucked, so we decided to ditch and go back to his place just to hang and um we got high” Gulping slightly as your eyes shoot over to Aarons, disappointment flickers onto his face for a short moment.

“You did drugs?” His eyebrow raised, the disappointment in his voice, reminding you of a parent telling of a child.

“Not often, It was only during my party years and mainly just weed, it helped relax me on the weekends. I stopped before I joined the BAU, I haven’t touched it since” Gulping, shame fulling you. You couldn’t understand why you felt so shamefully, you never did when you shared that information with your other friends. Aaron sighs disappointedly, but smirks briefly, shaking his head.

“I can’t get mad at you, I have tried it before” His bashful smile makes you relax, laughing faintly.

“Really, you got high once?” The surprise evident in your voice. Your eyes are as wide as your smile. “I now really want to see you high Aaron Hotchner”

“That is never going to happen” His laughter breaking through his words. The moment allows you to relax and reminds you that this is your Aaron, your friend, not Hotch you boss. Even though sometimes you wonder if your boss even treats you the same as he used to.

“Aw fine” Smiling, take a breath as you continue your story. “Well that night we really connected and realised we had a lot in common, so we started hanging out a lot. After a year we became more than just friends, but as our relationship grew, so did both of our drug habits. I stopped myself before I could fall too far into the druggy hole, and made myself focus more on my studies” Your heart starts racing, your palms start sweating. Taking a small breath to help ground yourself. “Once I got into the BAU, he was getting more into drugs, my schedule was busy with studying and with work experience with you guys, I use it as an excuse so I didn’t have to deal with him, because it was exhausting, when he wasn't working, he was at my place doing drugs and wanting to have sex, if I said no it ended in arguments. I was so done” Sighing feeling exhausted, thinking back to it all. As if all the feelings you had felt back then were returning and hitting you hard.

“I knew back then you had a lot going on, but a toxic relationship as well. No wonder you were exhausted all the time” He smiles weakly, observing you. Your body has tensen up, and you're leaning so far into the couch, almost like you're hoping it will swallow you up. Your leg bouncing up and down, your hands fidgeting with each other as your chest was heaving deeply as you spoke. Your words had been rushing out, not allowing you to get any breaths in.

~~~

Laughing softly at his words. “Oh yeah, back then I barely had time for anything, I remember once you told me off because I hadn’t slept in almost 60 hours due to I had tests and we had just finished a case” Aarons eyes rolls as he shakes his head.

“I felt like I was parenting you back then, You had way too much on your plate, and then you were also trying to help everyone on the team with their issue too” He sighs, smiling back at the memories.

“God I was so young back then” Sighing softly, resting your head on the couch, turning your head to look at him. His face drops looking offrened,

“Excuse me, but you do not get to feel old right now” The offence and disapproval in his tone throws you off, his eyebrow raised, staring at you as he smirks lightly.

“Oh and why can’t I?” Staring at him in confusion, a small smile playing on your lips.

“It wasn't even that funny (Y/L) what made you lose it like that?” You hadn’t seen him this relaxed and happy in a while. It warms your heart, in a way you couldn’t understand.

“You are only 27, I was 38 when we first met, I'm now 43, that is old” His laugh is gentle and full of silliness and joy. You can’t stop the roaring laugh that leaves you, forcing you to bend over, the laugh making it impossible to breathe as all you can think of is. Wow you had sex with a guy who was 1 5when you were born, your daddy issues really do lead your sex life. Trying to take deep breaths to stop your laughter feels impossible, because as you try to calm down. All you can hear is Aarons booming laugh, and wow, the sounds he makes, always seems to make your cheeks feel like they are going to burn. Once you two finally calm down and manage to breathe normally.

~~~

“I had sex with a guy who is 15 years older than me last night opps” Giggling as you bite your lip gently. Hotch tenses up, his facial expression changing from relaxed and happy to seriousness.

“Yeah I guess we need to talk about that, that age gap is a bit of an issue” He exhales deeply, his hand moves up to rub his temple as stress starts coming back to him.

“Oh don’t worry about the age gap Aaron, I've slept with older guys than you” Your mischievous grin is taking over. “I blame my daddy issues for falling for the older guys”

“I think that's something we should discuss another time” The look of concern confused presented on his face, which makes you scoff and roll your eyes in response.

“You know I don't like it when you roll your eyes at me” He sighs annoyedly, crossing his arms.

“You seemed to like it last night Sir” Smirking at him trying hard to contain the laughter, as he huffs and shakes his head as his lips curl up into a smirk.

“Really (Y/N), seriously?” He snickers quietly, shaking his head. “Okay come on we need to talk about what we're going to do about this”

~~~

You both take deep breath taking time to settle down and get serious about the topic.

“No one can know about what happened between us Aaron at all, It could ruin our career, I worked hard to get where I am now and If it gets out that I've slept with my boss, it could ruin my future career” Letting out a long stressful exhale. Staring at the wall behind him, not trusting yourself to look him in the eyes. You know you need to keep this between you two, for your job and to keep your friendship. You know that's what's best for both of you even if that's not what you truly want.

“I agree, If people find out it could ruin us both, So that means you can not tell Garcia, I know you tell her everything” He watches your body languages change, trying to make sure that this is what you want. That what happened was just a one night thing, a part of him wanted to have you again but he knows deep down he can’t have a relationship with you, even if it would be just sex.

“Oh seriously Hotch, I know that, our biggest issue is going to be Rossi, Jack told him we sleep in the same bed yesterday when we hadn’t even seen each other naked yet”

“He was the one who told me I should sleep with you” Aaron groans softly, irritated. Dave loves butting into people's business, it's what makes him a great profiler.

“Wait, is the reason you slept with me because Rossi told you to?” Your eyes flick to him, your face filling with disbelief, “Wow, it doesn't take you much to sleep with someone does it?” Smirking, shaking your head as you tease him.

“Hey I’ve been wanting to sleep with you for a while” Aaron huffs shaking his head, his face dropping as he realised what he just admitted to.

“A while huh, how long?” A grin spreads across your face, pride filling you.

Aaron's face fills with light irritations, staring daggers at you, with a playful smile on his face. “Really, that's what you're focusing on here?” He sighs faintly as he notices a flicker of mischief flash in your eyes. “Your not going to let this go are you”

“Oh Aaron, you know I'm going to annoy you until I get my answer” You smile cheekily at him, grinning even bigger when his shoulders drop low and he huffs furstard. He knows you will, it is one of your ‘talents’ it works well on the unsubs in interrogations.

“If I promise to tell you later can we finish our conversation now” Aaron sighs feeling annoyed that you keep distracting this conversation, wanting to finish it.

“Alright deal” You smile agreeing, taking a breath as you try to refocus on the topic.

~~~

Aaron walks back over carrying cups of coffee, you had decided that you couldn’t continue this topic without caffeine.

“So obviously we have to pretend nothing happened and just stay friends, at work everything stays professional just like it normally is” Aaron says matter of factly, smiling faintly, studying you closely. Sometimes you grew to get annoyed at him when he would unconsciously be profiling you. You understood that it was hard to turn off and that it is an automation action to do some days, but other times it could easily just as well bug you.

“Yeah Aaron, all we need to do is carry on like normal, I'll try to cover up those marks you left on my neck” You huff jokingly, feeling aggravated sending him a dirty look. Which results in him giving you a small apologetic smile, a little regret on his face. As he opens his mouth to talk but you cut him off. “It's fine Aaron, all we need to do is not talk about the fact we fucked or ever have sex again and we will be fine we don’t need to stress” You let out a small breath, smiling warmly meeting his eyes. Aarons eyes are filled with emotions, too many to decipher. You feel like you could pick out disappointment, happiness, desire, and grief. Four different emotions that can play off each quite often.

~~~

“What if that's not what I want?” Aarons words coming out too quickly before he could stop them. Keeping eye contact with you, his body slowly relaxes allowing his guard to lower. “What if I don’t want to do that?” The raw emotions are clear in his voice, the care, the affection and concern he has for you escaping through his tone. The passion he's trying to hide, is starting to break through which completely throws you off. Your heart begins to speed up as your eyes widen in surprise, your body starts to tenses up slowly.

“What, I thought that what we had decided was best for our careers” You stare at him, like he's crazy. The confusion and nervousness evident on your face. Swallowing the lump in your throat as you stare at him. His confession, making your own feelings you buried deep down start to arise.

“No you decided it would be good for our careers I just agreed to everything you said, I don’t want anything to be complicated, but I can’t let us to go back to how things use to be” Aaron speaks steadily, he's not sure if this is the right time to confront everything but to hell if he isn't going to try. He knows from his past just how short life is and how the future is never set out how everyone hopes it will be.

~~~

Taking a deep breath as you allow his words to sink in, studying his body langues. The way he stares at you, as if you are the only thing that matters in the moment. His finger tapping against his cup slowly, is a sign of his anxiety playing up, you’re noticed him doing it on cases and before important meetings at work.

“Aaron.. I don't want things to get strange between us, you're practically my best friend at this point, I’ve never seen us as being anything more than that… I don’t date coworkers. I have rules about that” You let your words come out slowly, not wanting to hurt him, not wanting to lose the most important person in your life currently. But you don’t want to lead him on.

“I don’t want us to date either (Y/n) I think Im not being clear I’m sorry” Aaron smile faintly, trying to correct himself. Making sure you can’t see past him bending the truth to fit whatever the hell is going on between you two.

“Then what is it you're trying to say Aaron?” You ask, letting your eyebrows narrow in confusion.

“I also see you as one of my closest friends and I know I’m also your boss, so I understand if I’m blurring the lines here but, I like what happened last night and I know you did too” He smirks, licking his lips as he notices your expression changes briefly. Your eyes flicker with passion and excitement due to thoughts of last night's activities.

~~~

“Last night was different, you know I enjoyed it Aaron but” Your weak protests are interrupted quickly by an amused but serious look.

“I'm pretty sure ‘enjoying it’ is an understatement, but yeah last night was great so why don’t we just keep doing it, we already did it once, so why stop?” He looks at you seriously, smiling softly. “As long as no one finds out and it doesn’t affect our work why should it matter, you said yourself you barely have time for sex due to our job and between our job and Jack Neither do I”

Your cheeks heat up as he casually mentions sex, the way he just says it as if it's a normal thing you two talk about.

“You and me have the same schedule so it would be easy for us, plus we both could use a little bit of stress relief,with no strings attached, we know each other well, so we know this is just for now until things changed” Aaron smirks being subtle, when he notices your body langues change slowly as he explains his reasoning.

“I mean everything you're saying makes sense” You bite your lip gently, gulping as you look back at him. “And last night was hella good, I didn’t realise you were going to be that good at all last night” You tease him lightly, loving the way his light laughter just falls out of that talented mouth of his.

“Last night that was barely anything, just you wait to see what else I can show you” He winks smoothly, licking his lips letting his eyes glide over your body. “That is if you are on board with casual sex, of course?” Shaking your head slowly at how cocky his voice got at the end, laughing lightly.

“You know it's already a yes Aaron, I could use a personal stress reliever, but if we do this we need to have some ground rules” Looking at him seriously, for once.

“Of course, what are you thinking?” He nods at you to continue.

“Well for one, oblivious no one can know, ever. Two we don’t do anything when we are on a case, we wait til we get back home and three it's just sex, just friends with benefits no feelings are to get involved at all” Speaking matter of factly, nodding along as you speak.

“Okay, yes I agree with all of that, we just continue like normally, just after movie nights here you end up in my bed, properly now” He lips curl up at the thought of you in his bed again.

“Now that is the only way movie night should finish with you” Smirking at him, as you lick your lips. Happy with the arrangement that's finally been arranged properly.

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#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x gn!reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x bau reader #no secrets without lies #aaron hotchner x gn!reader smut #aaron hotchner x bau gn!reader #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner fluff

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suuuuusssshhhhiiiiiiiii my love! Thank you for playing with me, and per our dm conversation you settled on the sex worker bobadinluke au series for the director's commentary ask game. Which is gonna be hard since you were there when I was writing it, I'm not sure what I can come up with that you wouldn't already know/vaguely recall, but I'll give it my best shot.

Right away, I'll say that everyone that knows me has dragged me at least once about my fic titles. I'm not great at coming up with them, and usually just pick something at random. At the time I was writing this series, I had this idea of grouping fics together with some very loose theme. Which is why my dinluke stuff mostly have a mando'a words as titles, the big BDL series are all lines from songs by Frank Sinatra, and this series has titles that are all songs from the 2000s. The songs have nothing to do with the fic, except that the one line I used for the title somewhat had something to do with the fic itself. Which I know drives @bronze-lorica crazy, lololol, and I'm sure she'd not alone.

This series started off as three prompt fills. Three people requested "sex worker" from a list of AUs but asked for different ships, and I decided to make my life easier by setting them all in the same, modern world. This series got me by the throat as I was writing, and I'd post a little more, only to be like "Oh! And another thing..." over and over, until there were 37k words of it.

I knew I didn't want to tell an angsty story with this one-- I love angst but I wasn't in the mood--so instead I went with the idea that Luke's a sex worker that's doing this as a means to an end, and is very clear about when the end will be. So, instead of seeing him hit rock bottom and let that be the motivation for the sex work, it's more transitory than that. This is only a moment in his life that we're seeing, and he's very clear about that.

His sex worker style I sort of based on the persona I take on in my client-facing/customer service jobs. Upbeat and patient. "You can trust me" and "We'll get through this together" vibes. And since I like my triads where everyone is a puzzle piece that fits in together, providing something for each person that's unique and different, it synced up nicely to make Din someone with a repressed/religious fanatic background. Luke's very open and non-judgemental, not to mention competent, energy is like Valium to Din. It lets him soften and be more willing to engage in a way that he doesn't really with his bristly husband. Boba's my gruff, blue collar man and when I hit on the idea of him dealing with chronic pain from an accident at a construction site (the Sarlacc building project, he fell into the pit, natch, and then after I decided that, I couldn't stop hearing Andy Dwyer singing "pit. I fell in it, the pit. You fell in it, the pit. We all were in that pit.") it made sense that Luke was able to help him if he was training to be a physical therapist. After that, it was all a matter of teasing those three connection points in different directions to see how the three of them could provide for each other in unique ways. That's really where the plot (such as it is) came from. Writing it was a really organic, natural process, which isn't normally the case for me. But, I guess, I started off knowing the characters in this incarnation really well (and with faaaaaaar more clarity than usual) so it was mostly a matter of seeing where that would take me.

(link if anyone else wants to play)

#ask game #directors cut #sex worker au #bobadinluke #dark is thinking #ask box

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tinyidle · 1 year

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༻༻༻last day 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒!𝗆𝖺𝗒༺༺༺

Only Mine, My Darling - JWY

one day i just thought, mommy wooyoung sounds nice. he can cook, he said that whomever becomes his partner will practically do nothing; that's traditional mommy material, right? plus, the way he'd fu- anyway, enjoy my first ever wooyoung fic!

wc: 2.4k

WARNING: smut, implied fluff, kind of kinky ngl (semi tw: slight cnc mentions it's just hair pulling dw consent is key!!), fwb with a twist, teasing, bdsm, light biting (not much), toy usage, fellatio, overstimulation, doggystyle, begging, praise, protected sex (we love it), mommy!wooyoung, soulmate!wooyoung, kind of meandom!wooyoung it was hard ngel, fem reader, subby reader (she gets nicknamed 'darling' and 'precious' almost simultaneously), aftercare implication, fiction

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of all the partners you've ever had, none of them could compare to wooyoung. wooyoung is your best friend, your first friend, your first kiss, your first love, and your first time. you loved him and he loved you. you shared the same apartment, and frequently stayed in the same bed. you both even considered marrying one day, planning out your finances together and wedding rings. you were that down bad for each other.

what kept you two from actually calling yourselves an item, however, was your needs to date. you both loved dating other people: seeing new people and experiencing how others would be like for you two gave you a thrill. everybody knew that you were soulmates, even your partners and yourselves, but you couldn't give up the fun of dating just yet-- thus the weird yet sensical relationship you had going on with your best friend.

one thing was understood between you two: no sexual partners. 'romantic' partners, sure, but no shagging other people. not only was this for overall health reasons, but you guys knew that from the time you wrapped your arms around each other in more than a friendly way, you both knew that you had to have each other and only each other. sure, you had sex with other guys after and he with other girls, but it never felt as good as with each other. plus, wooyoung helped you understand your likes and dislikes, as well as kinks.

stepping into the apartment, you plopped yourself down on the couch, waiting patiently before you saw wooyoung come out the hallway. as he headed to the kitchen, you got up and kissed his cheek. "hello beautiful," you greeted as he hugged you before entering into the kitchen. his face turned bright red from your flirty greeting.

"hello to you too, my other half," he half-joked. after washing his hands and putting on plastic gloves and tying his apron, he started taking out ingredients for dinner. "how was your lunch date?"

thinking back to your previous event, you smiled. "it was amazing. he took me to this wonderful cafe place and he willingly paid for everything. he's funny and can listen very well."

wooyoung smiled as well while listening to you share your date details. he loved hearing about your dates because every time he'd ask it would be the same people you would get with. people who were similar, but not the same, as him. "did he ask to kiss?"

you shook your head, walking up to your friend before whispering in his ear teasingly, "he asked if im a virgin." the small groan that came out wooyoung's mouth signaled both jealousy and arousal. you loved riling him up, especially when you know how possessive he is of you when it came to your body and heart. after you got water form the fridge and went back to the couch, you began asking him questions. "how was your breakfast date, woo?"

the man, now seasoning the meat he was thoroughly preparing, sighed a happy sigh before he spoke. "she was beautiful. bright eyes, pretty lips, and she made me laugh a couple times."

as much as wooyoung liked hearing about the attributes of your dates, you also liked hearing about his. they always sounded like you, although you always got the better compliments. "did she kiss you? call you a nickname?" you further inquired as you opened your water bottle to drink.

chuckling lightly, wooyoung put the meat in a plastic bag and let it embrace the seasonings put onto it before turning to you with a small smirk. "she kissed my cheek and asked if she could call me daddy."

you almost choked on the water you were drinking, making sure to finish off what you had in your mouth before looking at wooyoung in shock. that's never happened before; the woman's freakier than you expected. "…and what did you say?"

his grin grew wider, "i said sure, but not to get too handsy, since i got someone at home." you let out a breath of relief. of course wooyoung wouldn't break the promise you two vowed to keep-- he was yours after all. "and what did you say to 'mr. virgin man'?" he sarcastically asked as he opened the bag to fully finish seasoning the meat he prepped.

putting your water bottle down as wooyoung discarded the soiled gloves and rewashed his hands, you went up to him and smirked yourself. "i told him that my best friend and current roommate took care of that for me, and that he was real good at dicking me down."

"you dirty girl," wooyoung playfully growled, pulling you towards him and smashing his lips onto yours. after a couple seconds of the passionate peck on the lips, he detached from you and whispered in your ear, "you know why i let that girl call me 'daddy', darling?" you nodded. "why?"

you smiled and looked at wooyoung straight in the eye. "because you're my mommy, and only i get to call you that," you giggled before gasping at the sudden grasp of your ass from your friend.

"that's right, precious," he said. "only you can call me mommy, and only i can touch you like this." wooyoung groped you all around, your body getting warm from his slightly calloused hands as he kissed your face and neck. when he lightly bit the space between your neck and collarbone, you let out an unexpected moan and threw your head back. "mmh, does my darling like mommy biting her?"

you nodded, already becoming too far gone to stand up properly. wooyoung noticed this and quickly lifted you up, carrying you to his room before laying you down with a kiss to the bite mark he left on you. "ill be back, okay darling? ill just put the rest of the food in the slow cooker."

"okay, mommy," you agreed. it probably took about thirty minutes, but it felt like hours to you. after five minutes of waiting, you decided to treat your lover and stripped bare for him, neatly folding up the clothes like he taught you. by minute ten you had on the fluffy 'mommy's precious darling' collar on your neck he bought as a present for you being a good girl for him, leaving the matching socks and toys you next to you on the bed. by minute fifteen you made sure to wipe up all the makeup you had on your face prior and sported a cherry lipgloss, knowing he liked you this way and that things might get messy if you had too much makeup on. twenty minutes have gone by and you were now on your hands and knees, patiently wiggling your ass to the door for your mommy to see.

by the time thirty minutes have come and gone, wooyoung went back to the room to see you. your face was turned to see him, but your head was resting on the pillow to the headboard. your knees propped your bottom up so that he could see how much his kisses and touches affected your cunt. just one bite and he had you wrapped his finger; all because you wanted to get wrapped around his cock.

smirking, the man slowly took off every garment of clothing he had on, cooing towards you as he did so. "my sweet, sweet darling," he doted, earning a mewl from you. "making sure to prepare herself for me. and to have this beautiful ass on display for me, even though you and i both know you want nothing more than for me to fuck your mouth. isn't that right, precious?"

you only mewled louder. "i want to suck your cock, mommy. can i please suck your cock?" the man chuckled at your begging and got on the bed, crawling to where you left a vibrator next to your side. one of his favorites. he took the pink-and-white toy and teasingly rubbed it around your slit, causing you to whimper before moaning at the feeling of it going in your needy center. wooyoung let you adjust to vibrator before grabbing the remote and turning it to level 3. you gasped before whining out. "ahh, fuck mommy. pleaseee," you pleaded as your lover kneaded your hip through the instant pleasure.

he knew how to play with you, and even though you acted extra good today, he wanted you to get the maximum amount of pleasure he could give. helping you lay forward on your stomach, wooyoung moved to your face and held his erect length to your awaiting lips. "you can suck now."

quietly cheering, you took him in your hands and sunk him into your mouth, humming around it from how it felt. the man moaned deeply, watching how enticed you were in taking him. you bobbed your head in a moderate pace, loving how the toy buzzed inside of you. coming up for air, you stroked him as his hand reached down to hold your cheek before tapping it.

"did mommy tell you to stop?" he asked, and your eyes widened as you realized that you might have disobeyed somehow. but it was just your mommy playing with you as he turned the level up on the vibrator from 3 to 4. your eyes fell to the back of your head as you felt yourself cumming on the spot, untouched. wooyoung tsked at the sight. "my precious darling didn't even ask for permission," he sighed as you were coming down from your high.

it took you a while before you found yourself nearly shrieking from the level being turned from 4 to 6. "mommy~" you whined, overstimulation stimulating your every nerves.

"can you make me cum, darling?" wooyoung asked you rather softly, a huge contrast to what he was putting you through. when he saw how you didn't answer and were whining from the slight pain of the vibrator inside, he reminded you, "all you have to do is say one word and it'll all be over." you both knew that with kinks comes proper consent, and even in some situations like this, you had to be safe enough to remember the safe word, which was 'peaches'.

but you wanted this-- you wanted to be ruined before he could even physically ruin you. "i can make you cum, mommy."

wooyoung smiled, knowing that he not only had the best lover in the world, but the best sub in the world. holding you securely by the hair to make sure your head didn't fall backwards, he slowly thrusted in and out your mouth, making sure that it was at a pace you looked comfortable with. overtime he moved faster, with you humming around him again. when you did a particularly harsh suck, wooyoung cursed before letting go into your mouth. you greedily took all you could while clenching onto the now dying toy.

"shit," he exclaimed, taking some time to breathe before helping you pull out the vibrator from your soaking, reddened core and turning it off. "you really know how to suck the soul out of me." you tiredly laughed as he fell on his back onto the mattress. you got up on all fours, looking at how sound and handsome you friend was.

you stayed in that position until deciding to ask whether or not you could go for another round. "please," you begged as you crawled up on top of him. "more."

wooyoung rested his hand on your cheek as you leaned in and nuzzled his neck while his eyes were closed from the dull bliss of his orgasm. "do you really need more, precious?" your answer was a gentle bite to the same spot on his neck that you rested your nose on. "oh," he lightly exclaimed, a bit taken aback by your subtle action. "you want mommy to be rough with you?"

you nodded, hugging him tightly. "i want mommy to make me feel like his," you expressed. with a smile on his face that you could tell was there, wooyoung brought himself up to get a condom by his nightstand and put in on. once he did, he went behind you and held your hips in place.

his hand took his re-erected self and rubbed it on your clenching core as you shuddered with anticipation. "now, mommy's going to make his darling feel good, okay?" you whispered a 'yes mommy', to which he hummed and slowly pushed himself inside you.

each inch deeper set you spiraling in your brain with esch thrust. you needed your mommy to give you your taste of heaven, and you were now getting it. it wasnt long before he began moving, soon picking up his speed as he quickly pushed himself all the way inside. you squealed as he held you still, hips flush to his pelvis, before going at a brutal pace.

you gave out a small cry every time wooyoung pounded you, making his fingers squeeze tight on your hips as he grunted from you squeezing him back. soon you were pushing against him, loving the harsh contact. in fact, your movements became almost uncontrollable, not wanting him to leave you without finishing this intense experience. "im going to cum again," you muttered. "can i please cum on your cock, mommy?"

wooyoung responded by slamming himself hard into you once again. he grabbed your hair, taking you by surprise as you winced at the tugging. however, wooyoung kept fucking you steadily, one hand on your hair as the other held your hip to where you and he connected. "is this okay, darling?"

you moaned out a 'yes mommy' at him as the small sting felt extremely pleasurable. you felt your orgasm coming in waves, and you needed it badly. "im gonna cum," you warned again. wooyoung only fucked you harder, your arms now flat on the bed while he lay on top of you, fucking you a bit slower but much deeper. you could feel him everywhere. "fuck, mommy, it feels too good. please let me cum. let your precious darling cum."

you subconsciously squeezed yourself tighter on wooyoung, causing the man to whimper. "fuck, precious. you can cum." as you did, your lover stuttered in his actions, only pressing himself against your ass one last time to release all that was in him into the condom.

slowly, wooyoung turned both you and he to your sides and pulled himself out of you. considering that he was semi-hard, the emptiness that you felt was chilling as you shuddered. "sorry," he apologized, kissing your shoulder as he rubbed your side, his chest pressed against your back. "i think if we take a shower than this will go away," wooyoung proposed, motioning to his length. "what do you say?"

you let out a satisfactory grin, slightly turning to him and replying, "only if we have a round two in the shower."

#mommy!may #ateez smut #wooyoung smut

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