#...on an unrelated note *takes notes for Flick*
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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 | MYG (m)
title. predator
summary. “Do you realize how dangerous this is? You're tempting me— you're tempting yourself to start something we both possibly don't want to know the consequences of.”
pairing(s). yoongi x female reader (oc)
genre. gangster au, smut
warnings. kidnäpping but not much of its descriptions, corruption and weapons, double thoughts, an..gst? , explicit warnings under the cut :)
wc. 7.8k+
a/n 1 : if you feel like some parts feel familiar to you, it's because this was previously posted in my old blog around a year ago which was inspired by ‘that that’. but this is a newly written and re-edited one :)))
taglist | main masterlist
smut warnings : masturbation(f), voyeurism and mentions of exhibitionism, fantasizing, dirty talk , slight humiliation, pet names teasing, chains and gloves 😗 , so much of teasing dear lord, bondage 🫣 , gagging with panties, bondage, oral (f. and allusions to m.) and fingering (f), finger sucking and squirting :D
“ f..fuck..”
Your eyes screw shut just the moment you feel your fingers working against the fabric of your clothed cunt, your wetness increasing with each flick of your fingers to your throbbing clit. You draw in a sharp breath, feeling your pussy clench around nothing as your moments get a bit faster, feeling your slick pool around your entrance. It's your fingers who are working, but in your mind, those ring clad fingers are the ones touching you. Pleasing you.
The feeling of your panties being the barrier is very much uncomfortable, you need to take that off to feel yourself completely.
You harshly pull your panties down your legs, feeling the cool air hitting your slick heat, making you shudder as you hiss in anticipation. You can't deal with this anymore, you need to do something. Or else you'd completely go insane thinking about that man.
It just happened like a daydream. A few days ago, you can guess, flying away like hours.
You wake up to a strong headache with your vision being blurred and watery. A pair of black Jordan shoes tapping the floor, in slow motions, comes to your sight, as if waiting for something to come is all that you could see at that moment with dots growing in your vision. The moment you feel a bit more awake, your whole body aches so bad, it feels as if you've been trashed up.
Your whole body feels as wobbly as jelly all over. Whimpering, you try to move slightly, but fail with a broken sigh. That's when you feel a strong arm wrapping around your figure, hauling you up swiftly, and you let out a small gasp at the action. Your head spins at the sudden movement as you squeeze your eyes shut. Your breathing was strained as your chest heaves up and down, trying to gulp as much oxygen as you could. You realize that you're no longer lying on the floor, but rather. . .a firm, clothed chest, which rose and fell with each breath, as you felt the thrum of heartbeats resonating in your own eardrums with each second that ticked by. Your eyes fly open at the simple realization that you were being hugged by someone, and that someone smelled like the subtle notes of lavender with a delicate undertone of citrus.
Your cheeks heat up when you realize how attractive you find this and how much your tired body seeks for the comfort his warm body provides you in the simple embrace. You want this small moment of comfort to last a bit longer, as you try to snuggle in, but the guy seems to have different plans. He yanks your fragile body away from his own, snatching away the small warmth you had, a whine building up in your throat in exhaustion.
You don't dare to open your eyes which feel as if they're burning with hot tears, but you do feel the strong gaze piercing into your skull as you feel yourself still being in his embrace, him still holding you with a single strong arm wrapped around your waist.
His unrelenting embrace felt sensitive on your skin as your muscles feel tight and sore, and you try to wriggle around a bit. Your limbs protest with pain the longer you stand on both of them, knees close to be giving up. You struggle to stay awake and not surrender to the lull of pain and tiredness which wants you to.
You don't know where you are, or how you came here, but you surely know, you can surely feel that the room, or wherever you stand is freezing cold. Suddenly, the oppressive and eerie silence was shattered by a sudden and chilling sensation.
A cold, metallic object pressed against your chin, and your eyes once again flew open with your heart racing,realizing that it was the barrel of a gun.
Your eyes can only pass away the unshed tears which had accumulated, soon finding yourself so close to a mass of silky but messy black hair, and you realize that you've been pulled back to your kidnapper’s embrace.
It felt suffocating how his alluring scent still clouded your senses, now sending them to a hayware as you take in the close proximity. You feel his grip on you tightening, his malevolent breath hot on your ear. A sinister, deep whisper slithered into your consciousness,
“Don't even think about it.”
As if you could.
Your fingers flick lightly against your heat, right above the protective skin of the sensitive pearl. Sharp gasps leave your mouth, feeling the pleasure build in your lower stomach the more you work on your delicate parts.
You were sure you were trembling on the table you were seated with your legs spread wide open, your viscous arousal dripping down to the table and making a mess on it. Would he love that it's all because of him?
Gods, if anyone enters the room without any notice of your position, the first thing they'd capture is your bare, pulsing cunt. But you were way too turned on to think straight or think about the possible consequences. Or did it rather turn you on? You didn't know.
A thin layer of sweat covers your almost nude body, your breasts heaving out with each breath and nipples begging to be touched, pebbled by the cool air and pleasure. But you're way too desperate to do that yourself- your mind screamed his name, physically unable to make any noises. Him, him, him.
“Ask no questions and be good. No harm would be done to you if you cooperate.”
His voice was laced with nonchalance, yet emerging as a sultry whisper with a slight rasp. He puts down your worn out figure to a black, slightly worn out couch, which seemed hard and dull with the appearance, yet it was more comfortable than the hard floor you had been lying on for what your spine told were hours.
You nervously squirm under his strong and unrelenting gaze, thinking that he’s implying your desire to escape from here. But much to your horror, or even delight, you are already craving the gush of the odd warmth he provided you, even if that was for a second. You gulp down your saliva, feeling your almost cracked throat ache in the process.
Your stomach churns at how wrong yet right this feels with your morals flying off the horizon, yet, a part of you asks if the ‘morals’ you were taught were actually morals, or were just ideals.
He passes you a bottle of water, sliding it towards you on the table as he keeps down the shotgun, followed by a small ‘click’ at the metal touching the wood. Your heart nearly pops up at the sight of how worn out it looks, the metal shining under the room's lighting almost looks dangerous.
The luster it holds reminds you that something as used and small could be just as dangerous regardless of how worn out it could be.
“But if you don't cooperate, this gun won't, too.”
You ought to be shivering at the tone he uses, and a part of you does. Despite the blood chilling threat, an unexpected thrill course through your exhausted veins, finding your kidnapper's dark charisma strangely alluring.
Your pupils fix on his right hand which still holds the gun. To make sure the gun wouldn't accidentally fire, he gently pushed the safety switch on the side of the gun to the "on" position.
It was a small, reassuring click that meant the gun couldn't shoot, even if he accidentally squeezed the trigger. You, or anyone else would be surprised at your knowledge about the parts of a gun but you'd rather think about your father’s ignorance of the specific part your kidnapper was cautious enough to push at the specific moment.
You were too exhausted to think that you were only eight when you first saw a similar gun lying on the coffee table, left open by no one but your father.
Your breathing is back to somewhat normal now. What actually clouds your senses is how you're obliged to agree that a man so beautiful like him, you had seldom encountered any in your limited time you were given access to freedom, back home. Yet, it surprises you that he's not some affluent multi-millionaire but a gangster or rather, a predator.
His fingers are pale and slender, with rings full on display. Following the veins of his wrist were shiny black bracelets and shell bands on top. You'd think that the color contrasts his beautiful pale skin so dramatically, if you'd stare at it enough it's gonna feel like a painting to you. Your eyes never quit checking him out silently as he sternly tells you that if you tried escaping, it won't be good for you.
From head to toe, you try to be subtle, but you cannot deny now when you'd hear your friends talk about what power the attraction towards a man holds. A small part of you wished if he could catch you checking him up, if he'd know your yearning for him.
How good would his fingers feel inside you ?
The thought alone makes your pussy gush out more arousal, your free hand toying with your hardened nipples as you moan quietly, or you try to.
You know that he would be around nearby, just to make sure you're not escaping..but you had no plans for that. You are already familiar that he's not idle enough to be camping by the cabin the whole day, and you're straight up delusional to think that the nightly visits (?) are for you.
You silently hope and pray that no one comes to rescue you sooner, because going back meant you could no longer be around him, and you'll no longer be free as you are now, as ironic that seems.
The irony intensifies because you trust him more than you trust your own father who was however on the verge to sell you off for his own benefit, for money. At times you'd wish to normally see Yoongi, not as some hostage and your abductor. So far, his men have been good, providing you food and water, and even some drinks to keep you going. You could be even proud of yourself to befriend one of them, or well, to have the goon talk to you if that is considered as befriending. They're all bark and no bite, you think, because they try a bit too hard to play even at times when you ask them for a silly stroll outside.
And if that was all, you'd happily agree to live with Yoongi. the man who seemed ice cold at the touch of eyes, but you knew he had much more for you to explore. You already know that a calm man like him gets enraged at the push of his extremes, and that leaves you pondering.
What would he actually be when his inner self is leashed out, as he pins you to the wall, hot bodies pressed against each other?
Would he bend you over the same table you're fucking yourself on?
Shit. It feels so wrong, but why does it feel so good? You're tormenting your enlarged clitoris in tight circles, feeling more and more slick drip down your hole. You cry out a silent plea, feeling the coil in your lower tummy twist harder with every flick, every touch to your delicate heat.
“Ahn..” you whimper pathetically, suddenly picturing his slender fingers working on your cunt instead of yours. His tongue which often he struck out to wet his lips..would lick your cunt lik—
Before you know it, your eyes roll back to your head, the coil in your tummy snapping into two. A loud moan of Yoongi leaves your throat, feeling your clitoris throb even harder with your orgasm. You shut your eyes close as pure waves of pleasure hit you in the form of white, pleasure so intense that you're seeing dots in your vision. You've never come so hard before like this, feeling your hole clench helplessly around nothing.
You cease your moments when you feel yourself jerk with overstimulation at a certain flick and you know it's time to stop.
Shame washes over you as you straighten up your back to a better position.
Fuck.
Yoongi was confused.
Or a bit concerned, even. It was nearly midnight when he was passing beside your cabin, already sure of you being well looked after. It was a small whimper which caught his notice and in the very first place it took him aback. He wondered what happened.
Though he had the most trusted men working under him, no one could ever know anything until something really happened. You can't risk anything. Worry itching in his veins, he advanced forward to the closed window of your cabin and listened closely. A string of profanities was all that he could hear, causing him to furrow his brows. Were you in pain ?
You weren't the target looked out for, merely just a bait. He did not want you to suffer, even if he knows that his men couldn't understand it at first when they bought you here. Even if he knows that he can’t explain it to you, he silently hopes that his further behavior could do that.
This was the reason why he immediately opened the door and the sight in front of him made his throat dry.
His eyes widened so slightly to see you spread out nude like an eagle on the table, your small hand pinching your erect nipples. Your head was lolled back and mouth hung open, occasionally the sweetest moans leaving your parted lips. his pupils shook violently to avoid travelling south and what he should absolutely not see. You were so desperately trying to get off, and he knew he should exit right away.
Fuck. He was definitely not a creep. Heat creeped up to his neck and cheeks at the realization and he turned back to leave.
Yoongi.
His name. You moaned his name and that upon reaching his ears, he needed to think. twice, thrice. With his head. the one on his neck, not with the one inside his pants, which twitched awake to life. He felt his heartbeat resonating in his own ears, and that left him feeling a single thing. Needy. He gulped, feeling his stomach churn with arousal and at the same time a gut feeling of this being wrong, and he couldn't think straight.
You let out a high pitched screech of his name with a strong of fuckfuckfuck, and he knew that you had already reached your orgasm. His cock now strained hard against the material of his pants, and Yoongi has to fight back a guttural groan from breaking free.
“You’re a lot more flexible than I thought.”
You freeze, your breathing labored as you recognise the voice. Fucking fuck. Blood reaches upto your cheeks as you peer up slightly with shock and embarrassment, shame doubling over inside you. You see him, Yoongi manspreading on the old couch opposite to you with a nasty smirk painted on his handsome features.
Had he been watching you?
You blink, feeling your whole body burn with embarrassment. You'd realize that if he did, he heard you doing sinful things to yourself while moaning his name. You were supposed to be scared of him, he even once held you at gunpoint, but you're not even a tad bit scared of him.
You feel oddly safe with him, around him, even if you're sitting naked and vulnerable infront of him. Maybe it's a bad idea to be so comfortable. He's not as crazy as you. How embarrassing, you consciously and immediately shut your legs close, shrinking under his strong gaze, cheeks warm and throat dry.
You gulp in nervousness, his expressions remain stoic but his eyes shine with amusement. You feel a bit too self conscious now, hoping to find your shirt where you last left it. But your eyes betray you, vision trailing down to his hands, clad with fingerless gloves which rests at his meaty, thick thighs clad with black leather pants. His manspreading has you gazing directly on his crotch area, and fucking hell.
He's girthy.
His hard-on does tell you that maybe he's been looking at you for quite a long time..
Your face heats up more if possible as your eyes succumb up to his face, an open mouthed, cocky smirk evident in his features. He cocks a brow at you, narrowing his eyes slightly.
“I’ll take it that you like what you see.”
Fuck. Fuck.
You did. You really did, and much to your horror you feel your clit throb with arousal once again.
“What if it was someone else other than me who heard you? Did you really like putting up a show like that ? ”
a deep chuckle left his throat, his voice much deeper than you've heard it to be. Or maybe you're just hallucinating.
“ tsk, tsk tsk. moaning my name so loudly in the middle of the night. Are you so okay with your moans waking everyone up, kitten?”
Fuck. Your hole pulses with arousal at his words and you're unable to answer him. Kitten. The nickname makes your insides go jelly, heart thumping loudly in your chest.
Yet, just sitting up properly and lowering your head is all that you can do, biting down on your bottom lip. You're inappropriately horny for him, and the shameless arousal which spikes inside you knowing that he's just as aroused like you makes you dizzy. If you're being honest, you can't care about anyone else when he's around. You blame it on the bubbling lust inside you.
He can be intimidating, he is intimidating, but for sure no one has made you feel this safer than he does, ironically being your kidnapper. You feel cozy inside a cabin rather than the luxurious bungalow you've spent your whole life till now in.
You're crazy, because maybe a wrong move from your side and you'll lie lifeless on this same floor with no one to give a fuck. That's how it usually works.
Yet, you want to take the risk. You do want to fall prey to the predator.
Suddenly, you feel a harsh tug at your chin, your cheeks squished together and your lips painfully rounded to a pout. You feel the leather of the glove of his palm directly in contact with your chin, cradling your face. Your shaking eyes meet his own, calm but burning eyes, and he almost lets out a growl. a guttural growl that almost has you feeling fresh arousal heat up your pussy.
“Speak when you're being spoken to. "
His face is so close to your own that it almost feels heaven to see him this close. His black hair is no longer slicked back, but now open and it parts beautifully on his forehead, long enough to reach his nape. His thick eyebrows are slightly furrowed, and wooden brown eyes were darker than you'd have seen them. They're blown out, the dim lighting of the room merging the brown of his iris to the black of his pupil into a whole dark mass.
You're so close that if you could, you could count the number of pores on his flawless, pale skin, which always seemed like no expensive skincare could afford such a glow. Even in a situation like this, it almost makes you feel as if you're bound under his spell, a spell which has your body going lax and sanity leaving you in an instant.
His grip on you is firm, but not harsh. He makes sure it's not too much. but however it makes him feel slightly different, slightly more confused to see nothing but admiration in your own blown out eyes and it makes him frown.
Why would you look at him with such a gaze? He's not dumb. He knows that look. With his free hand he brings his fingers close to his forehead, pinching the bridge of his nose, frowning with his lips sealed tightly. Almost hiding a groan inside his throat, he chastises,
“I don't think you understand that I can kill you anytime with the same hands which you seem to be very fond of.”
It's a subtle warning he tries to jeer. He knew as much as he wanted this, you wanted this more. But after this would be done, things maybe won't be the same.
He got no response back, which silently pissed him more. He wanted you to speak. He wanted you to confirm that it's not a delusion. He wanted you to say it out loud. He didn't know if feeling this way towards your hostage could be rational, but lust can make you feel a lot— and he didn't know if this was right.
Squeezing your cheeks a bit more harsher this time, his right hand traveled down slowly, tracing an invisible path on your skin, leaving sparks of desire behind its wake. You feel your pussy ache with need, nipples pebble up and you nearly stifle a whimper.
His hand reaches for your knee, in such a soothing manner, prying it open that so are your legs. But it doesn't advance any further. It just rests on your heated, damp flesh, almost as if hesitant to move forward.
Your face heats up when you feel his touch ignite a passion in you and you feel a gush of your arousal trickle down your thighs. Fuck, you honestly did not expect that the touch of the cool leather could burn your skin to hell. Given that the hand belongs to Yoongi, you’re nearly gone. You're forced to look at him directly as he's still holding your face and his gaze is no longer icy.
They hold a certain glint you assume as softness, the ridges of his eyebrows no longer tight. Yet his feline gaze remains so firm that it has you feeling your heart course a foreign sensation that you could grasp as....shyness. Slowly, you feel just his fingertips on your knee run forward to the flesh of your inner thighs, testing you. Teasing you.
You're going to go insane.
“Pweash..” a whine escapes your puckered lips even before you know it. He only seems subtly pleased, opting to gently stroke the flesh of your inner thighs. Gods, the touch of leather. Did he really have to do this? Your hole clenches helplessly, having him toy with you so close to where you need him the most.
“What was that?” he lets go of his hand cradling your face, and suddenly snakes his arm to your nude waist and pulls you close. So close that you'd look at him, your noses will touch. Close enough to feel his breath fanning on your cheeks, close enough to have his fingers toying with your thighs dance near the skin of your dripping heat. Close enough to have your bare chest press against his own clothed one.
You huff slightly, both in slight ache in your cheek muscles and frustration of how smug he is.
“ Please, Yoongi.. ”
The smugness in his face disappears and the arm on your waist tightens. Yet, he makes no move to inch forward towards your aching center, and you're really lured to push your hips down to his hands, for anything. To relieve the ache. You don't know what he's thinking right now, but the seriousness on his face— laced with that deep voice of his — is a huge turn on for you, and you're shameless to admit it.
“Do you realize how dangerous this is?You're tempting me— you're tempting yourself to start something we both possibly don't want to know the consequences of,” his voice is oddly cold as his gaze remains fixed on your own. His voice sounds. . . uncertain, somehow, but not hesitant.
“Do you not want this?” you ask him, your voice small as you suddenly realize that the cabin is beginning to get colder and colder. His head drops down, his hold on you slightly wavering, but nevertheless still there— and he shakes his head. Almost as if he's trying to convince himself about his own inner questions. As if he's denying them all.
“I don't fuck around with people I'm not supposed to fuck around with.” his voice is laced with a questioning tone, you notice, and his fingers resting on your inner thighs twitch. “You. . . you're just being used as bait.”
“I know.” you ache to cradle his face in your hands, but then you realize that it maybe is a bit more intimate than you'd think. He looks dejected at you knowing the information, about the possibility that maybe your own father won't spare your life. Now or later, it's perhaps inevitable that he'd suspect you being not liable enough about his family business secrets, and he'd get a way out. To have you removed from his path.
“Why. . .?”
His expressions morph to one of despair, and his eyebrows furrow. He was so fucking confused that why'd he be so affected by something as common as that. He knows it's not something odd for patriarchal leaders killing members of their own families just for the sake of their business— he has seen a lot of them through the course of years. And what hit him in the chest was how casual you were about it— almost as if you were aware of your family’s intention all along.
He did not know why whatever he felt inside his chest for you was oddly soft, something he strictly banished himself to feel. He could not. He had no room for softness inside him. no fucking way. He tried ignoring it, but as days turned to weeks, he knew that he subconsciously broke his own rule.
“What why?” you tilt your head in confusion.
“Why are you so cool about it?”
“It is what it is.”
“You don't reali—”
“I fucking do. I fucking want you, Min Yoongi. I fucking want to stay with you. Please.” his eyes widen and you see his pupils shake and the gears inside his brain rotate.
“I do realize that you've never ever taken the responsibility of a person on your own shoulders. Your team is capable enough to take care of themselves, and you perhaps are thinking that I,” He sighs at your words, shaking his head and pressing his lips to a straight line in a grimace.
He's considering everything, not because of you or him, but for both of you. For the future.
Your thumb caressed the subtle hints of a stubble on his chin, no longer feeling the pull to stay quiet. Not when you've finally got the chance to be. “...that I possibly can't do that,”
“Even if you do, you must know that there's no going back. No looking bac—”
“No looking back, Yoongi. I got it.”
You bring forward your hands to cup his warm cheeks within your palms. His eyes widen and his mouth parts slightly, and you'd almost think it to be impossible for a dangerous, intimidating gangster like him to be so adorable. Your hands travel to his nape, where the silver jewelry rests, carefully running your fingers on the edgy metal patterns.
Your face falls at the silence and the stoic countenance you're met with.
The way his heart thumped inside his chest at your words was enough of an evidence to him, but he knew it could be just another dangerous game. He has never been with any woman he's kept hostage over the years— and he'd thought it wouldn't be his first time.
He wants to believe you— he wants to believe the honesty and innocence reflected in your eyes, but there's that part of his brain which has learnt the harder way. Yoongi knows that a single mistake and his whole group would be hustled to the blazes of the vermillion.
“Why are you doing this?” his eyes bore into your own, two pools of endless obsidian, threatening to shallow you in the mysterious depths of them.
His hand near your thigh caresses further your neglected heat, and you jolt at the sudden touch. His face inches closer to you, once again, so daringly close that once again you can make out how fierce his eyes seem right now. His warm breath falls on your now sweat dried skin near your cheeks, and there's a spike in your heartbeat.
He expects an answer, you know that he's not going to say that out loud, and the leather of his glove on the skin of your thigh feels rather soft. Your gulp down a mouthful of air, preparing to say something out loud which you haven't ever.
“It's because I. . . I want to live. I want to be set free.”
“Hnngh!!”
Some few moments ago, you were almost lured into thinking that you'll call it a night.
You felt like the gangster mode was switched off after your conversation, but he'd warned you that the conversation wasn't over yet. You'd breathed down a sigh of half relief and half wonder, pondering over how an act like. . .such, escalated to something you'd craved for. Embarrassment to confession.
But when his gloved pointer brushed the innermost skin of your thigh, your eyes widened as wide as saucers, looking up to him, who already had an open mouthed smirk painted on his face, almost as if he's amused.
“So how do you want me to fuck you?”
His crude words had a fresh wave of arousal pulsing out of you, and you'd gasped silently, accidentally batting your lashes at him. He'd groaned out loud, once again grabbing your face and pulling you close till his soft lips brushed over your own parted ones.
“Wasn’t that what you actually wanted, princess? Me to fuck you dumb?” you should've known that he indeed had a dirty mouth, but estimating how much it made your cunt throb and gush, you'd known that you didn't want him to stop. You'd moaned at his words, silently nodding furiously like a pathetic bitch.
“Did I or did I not tell you to speak when you're spoken to?” he'd growled right at your face, an arm snaking around your waist once again. His eyes had trailed down to your exposed breasts, and the hand on your waist had trailed closer to the swell of your boob. He'd licked his lips at the sight, but made no further move which had you squirming for his touch.
“Please Yoongi, please touch me. .”
A pleased smile had taken over his features at your pleas.
“Flashing these tits right on my face and then asking me nicely. Who am I to deny? Whatever princess wants, princess gets.”
And with that, he'd dipped down to your breasts, your back immediately arching up to his greedy mouth where he'd toyed with your hard nips till your breasts were spotted with blooming purple marks.
But right now, your throat already feels dry crying out his name repeatedly as you can only see the dark mass of raven hair peeking in between your thighs, tickling you over and over as his skilled mouth brings you closer and closer to a blinding climax.
Your eyes are glossy and your nipples hurt as how erect they are, but you cannot do anything about it. Your arms are restrained with the leather of Yoongi’s belt digging into your flesh, and the slight pain intensifies the sparks of pleasure traveling up your body from down your cunt.
You squirm with a muffled whine, eyes burning with tears at how many times your already sensitive cunt was brought closer to a teeth clashing orgasm, only to have it denied by him. He'd raise his head to look up at you, his lips shiny with spit and your arousal, absolutely smug about how his tongue alone has you fucked up completely. His gloved hands would stroke the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, gently bringing them closer to your sensitive clitoris.
His thumb would gently circle around the protective skin covering your nub and you'd muffle a needy moan, unable to speak because you'd riled him up so bad, he had to shove your panties down your mouth with a growl and a promise that when he's done with you, you won't be even able to hobble well.
Fuck, you were shameless to admit that him being in charge and asking you each time whether the belt hurt you, or did you really like that, made your pussy gush out more and more for him to devour it all up.
His tongue flicks right on the top of your clit, and your back arches like the nth time off the table at how light headed the pleasure is making you feel. You feel like combusting , but also, not quite yet with how his touches are intense but gentle. You're now on the edge to burst out to the sea of such a delicious torture of bliss— and you'd do anything for him to do it for you.
You grind your hips right on his face as his tongue laps down your arousal, sucking gently on your soaked folds as you feel your thighs shake with the little leeway he gives you. His nose nudges your clit and you shiver. His nose bumps against your flesh again, he's doing it exactly on purpose to have you writhing underneath him.
His face is flushed— hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and how dark his pupils are, you know that he's just as fucked as you are.
“This cunt is,” a lick to your soaked folds, the wet muscle nudging them open to dive in further, “fucking divine.” and he fucks his tongue right in, the vibration of his voice quivering through your body.
With a broken whine, you try to gyrate your hips to chase the immense euphoria he's bringing you, feeling your walls clench around his wet muscle. He fucks his tongue in a vicious manner, curling it up to touch the tips of your walls and fucking it back out; all whilst the plane of his nose rubs against your poor, tender clit with each commotion.
His tongue stills after he feels you grind against his face with a rough fervor and your velvety walls pulsate around his tongue. You whine at the loss of momentum, already having your peak being snatched away from you, once again.
His lips suck around your nether ones for a last, long caress and then parts away ; licking up his lips coated in your arousal and his spit, some of which dribbles down his chin. He's quick to collect them all using his fingers and hover over your figure; some of his dainty chains are long enough to brush over your bare clavicles, dangling over you.
His black shirt sticks to his body and you can almost figure out the planes of his body. It's completely unfair, you being completely naked and him being completely clothed. He seems to like the way you wiggle your hips underneath him, looking up at him with eyes you think you weren't capable of batting much.
Because he smirks at your fucked up, desparate expression and pushes away the long, sweaty strands of raven falling from his head to the side with his clean hands, and brings his soiled fingers to your lips.
“Taste yourself,” his voice has a rasp and you comply, opening up, only to have him push two of his fingers inside your warm cavern, having your panties dragged out. The material of the smooth leather with the viscous arousal wrapped around his slender fingers sits heavy on your tastebuds, and you immediately swirl your tongue to savor it more.
He groans, and immediately withdraws his fingers, now clean. His breathing is erratic as he leans down to steal a quick kiss from you, and you whine when you feel him pull away. He says nothing, but just whispers words of praise in your ears, mindful of your restraints. Your arms feel numb to move by the time he gently unbuckles the belt around your wrist, and he catches you off guard once again when he pulls you into a kiss, his tongue sneaking in between your gasps and tangling with yours.
Your heart beats erratically in your chest when he parts away from you, resting his forehead against yours.
“Gonna finger you now,” his voice is brisk with a pant at the end. His neck is flushed red, glistening with sweat with a slight pant. “Princess deserves the best of the night. Not just some fondling.”
Your face feels warm as you catch onto what he's referring to.
Once again, you find yourself laying down with a throb in your cunt, and him kneeling in between your spread legs to pepper soft kisses on the now dried, slightly damp thighs. When his tongue flickers on the sensitive skin, you jolt and struggle to get up on your elbows, because as much as you're enjoying this, it's a torture that he did not allow you to come at all.
Your cunt pulses and aches for him, but he seems to take his sweet time; softly passing his hands to stroke your flesh and mark them.
When a singular finger strokes the length of your soaked slit, your mouth falls open in a gasp. The leather of his gloves add to the friction as he drags his fingers in an up and down motion, spreading your arousal around. Yoongi is so keen on observing your cunt closely, and there's a desire inside you to tuck away the long, stray strand of his hair back. You're already inching your hand forward when his dark eyes snap up to yours, stopping you in your moments.
You don't even have the time to withdraw your hands when a pair of strong arms curl on the underside of your thighs and pull you forward, licking a stripe right above where his fingers are nested; and in no time you feel the plane of his tongue attacking your poor nub with kitten licks.
“God,” you gasp out loud, trashing your arms around to find any leverage as you fall flat on the table. Your fingers can only claw the edge of the table as his tongue passes over the slick of your skit with each lick, and the air is punched out of lungs the moment you feel two of his digits enter your slit with ease.
You feel his chuckle vibrate against you which goes straight to your clit. “No God will hear you out, doll.”
Fuck. Fuck. You can only arch your back in a broken moan of his name when you feel his fingers move inside of you, not yet thrusting, but curling up. It burns a bit, but the heady bliss is already making your head spin with the added slight pain. He raises his head up to see how fucked you already look, and he knows that all the edging has brought you so close already that he can feel your tight walls tighten impossibly tight around his fingers.
He feels his cock twitch in his pants, begging for attention when he notices your slick trickling down the material of his glove, right in between the joints of his fingers as he stays still.
“M-move, you can move..” the end of your sentence ends up in a whine as his fingers curl forward in full force, immediately finding the spongy area which has lights bursting behind your eyelids. He soons picks up the pace, his fingers thrusting in and out your cunt in a swift motion which has you gasping for his name.
The soft jagged edges of his glove brushes the walls of your pussy with each pump, and you've never ever felt so good during fingering without any clitoris stimulation. You'd tried that a few times, only to have you grumbling because of your much smaller digits and a need to have something more. And he's right there. Yoongi’s fingers, much thicker and longer than your own ones, feel delirious inside you.
“You’re so tight, princess,” Yoongi groans when he feels you tighten around him with each thrust, pushing you down to your impending orgasm with each pump, with each caress.
Your veins feel like they're on fire, your nipples aching to be touched, and so you do. Pulling them taut between your nimble fingers, your back bows off the table when Yoongi lunches down to close his pretty lips around your neglected clit. Oh fuck. . . ! That feels so fucking amazing, and you're sure you feel his fingers abuse that spot inside of you simultaneously, all while giving his attention to your burning flesh. You're so fucking close that you can taste your orgasm, and there's a slight rush thinking if he'd egde you this time too.
Your eyes shut close the moment his fingers go knuckles inside for a thrust and curls, and at once his lips suction around your clit, hard.
You're seeing Heaven.
You scream out when your orgasm washes over you, intensified with each you were denied off. Your back feels like it flew off the table as your orgasm dawn's down on you like an avalanche, sliding off all around your body in red hot euphoria as Yoongi’s speedy ministrations don't cease. You miss how audibly he moans out loud when a particular thrust inside your cunt has a gush of clear liquid squirting out, his mouth never leaving your now fully erect clit.
His tongue swirls around and sucks, while his fingers stroke the spot inside you. And this time when your hips gyrate up in full force to his face and he hears another scream of his name and a choking resistance to his fingers inside you, he knows that he's fulfilled his goal.
Your orgasm seems to hit you over and over, and over. Your abdominal muscles are dense by the time you feel yourself twitch with the aftershocks of your release, and dear fucking god. You've never come this hard in your life before, and you do know that the man between your legs is the reason.
You hoist yourself up to yourself up to your elbows to look at him who's half hovering over you, but oh god.
He's drenched.
His lower face glistens with moisture and his t-shirt looks like someone just shot him with a water gun, the damp material forming quite a big wet spot right below his collar. He's wide eyed, smirking with a breathy laugh which makes you want to curl up. Fucking hell. No wonder why your orgasm felt so blinding, and you can still feel his warm hands on your thighs, gently stroking your thighs with soft passes.
Oh god, you just squirted.
Yoongi made you squirt. Was that way too much? You don't even know! But for Yoongi, he's smiling as everything to him is riveting, of course.
You're about to hide your face in your palms when Yoongi stops you. His gloves felt damp on your skin, and when you peel your eyes open, he's so dangerously close. So close which makes your head spin and heart race, once again.
“That’s what a real orgasm is, princess. Don't be ashamed.” He helps you get up the table, your legs feeling like fresh pudding and thighs burning. He can only snort in amusement, when you pout at him. What's so funny?
“It was hot as fuck.”
“What?” face warm, you try to cover yourself to which Yoongi lazily raises a brow. He just points a finger to your parted legs. He. . .!
“You. Squirting. It was hot as fuck. Plus the screams were like cherry on the top,” he shrugs, almost as if he didn't fucking wreck you with just his skilled tongue and fingers. Your face burns up at how casually he says that, and before you can think, you blurt out, “You think so?”
“Mm.”
It's your turn to raise a brow. You don't feel scared of him anymore, not even when the post nut clarity is hitting you. You know what you two did, and there's no going back. You feel rather at ease with how he holds one of your palms and slings an arm around your waist to haul you down the table, and you know that this is your chance.
You drop down to your knees.
And now it's him who's wide eyed. His clothed erection stands right in front of your face, almost as if struggling to get out of the hard confines of his jeans. The dent looks promising in size, and you nearly poke out your tongue to give it a lick, but you refrain. You hear him inhale a sharp breath, his hand already coming down to your shoulder to hoist you up, but you swat his hands away.
“What. . .what are you doing?” his voice comes out in a slightly surprised tone, the rasp of it already making you impatient. How could he not pay attention to himself when he's himself so fucking hard? Your hands slowly grab his meaty thighs over his denims which tense under your touch. You lick your lips, purposefully batting your eyelashes when you peer up at him, trying to look as small as you can.
Trying to make him as good as he made you feel, but you doubt your inexperienced ass could do that.
“Can’t you see? Returning your favor.”
He looks torn. The crease in between his eyebrows tell that he's hesitant for this, and he doesn't like that bratty tone you'd just used. But the parted lips imparting short breaths tell otherwise. His reply comes rather quickly, “You don't have to.”
You were sure to be hallucinating, but you could see a small twitch to his length, and you immediately felt your nether gates flooding. Oh god. You must return the favour, then.
“I want to, Yoongi, would you let me, please?”
Completely naked, batting eyelashes, pretty face and tempting view of boobs. Nimble fingers tracing the pathway of his thighs, dangerously close to his aching cock. He did want you, but. . . fuck. . ! And not to deny the image he gets of you kneeling down in front of him, your toes facing outwards and ass purposefully wiggling out, Yoongi knows he's about to bust a nut. And that too, very soon.
Who the fuck is he to deny, then.
“Since you begged for it,” his hands reach to tuck a stray hair out of your beautiful face, feeling his abdominal muscles clench when your fingers brush against his length, he smiles with a shaky exhale.
“Go ahead and take what's yours.”
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touch her and you’re dead.
James, your closest friend, protects you from unsettling encounters with older wizards.
note: james is walking the reader home that's why they're together, james has a blade, protective james
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In the dimly illuminated alley behind the city's bustling streets, Y/N and James found themselves in a tricky situation. They had been walking through the night, their laughter bouncing off the brick walls, when they came across a bunch of rowdy wizards, their eyes shining with mischief. James, with his fiery spirit, stood tall, despite the danger lurking in the shadows. Y/N, his best friend, was beside him, clutching his arm, panic in her eyes. The group's leader, a big man with a frightening smirk, took a step forward and fixed his focus on Y/N.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" he jeered, his voice full of hate. "A pretty witch out in the dark. What a lucky night for us, eh boys?" James clenched his fists at his sides, his protective instincts kicking in. "Back off," he warned, his tone fierce and angry. "Touch her, and you're dead." The men laughed, their voices booming across the alley. "And who's going to stop us, kid?" the leader demanded, taking a menacing step forward.
But James did not flinch. Instead, he stood firm, his stare steady. "Me," he asserted, his voice full of determination. Y/N watched in astonishment as her friend changed before her eyes, his casual smile replaced with a ferocious determination. With a flick of his wrist, Jasmine exposed his blade, the gleam of steel catching the dim light. The males wavered, their confidence waning in the face of James's unrelenting resolve.
They exchanged anxious glances, recognizing they'd underestimated the kid in front of them. But James hadn't finished. He took a quick stride in front of Y/N, holding his blade steady. "I mean it," he threatened, his tone low and menacing. "Back. Off." For a minute, the alley was filled with tense quiet, the air thick with the potential of violence. With a mumbled curse, the guys retreated into the darkness, their footsteps receding into the night.
Y/N took a nervous breath, her pulse still racing in her chest. She gazed up at James, her eyes full of thanks. "Thank you," she said softly, her voice shaking. James gave her a little smile, his own excitement still running through him. "Anytime," he said, his voice furious but reassuring. "After all, that's what friends are for." They strolled out of the alley together, their friendship stronger than ever.
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My Jacket, My Girl
Pairing | Jason Todd x reader
Summary | You and Jason had been friends for the longest time, and today you had to ask him for a favor. Who can resist saying no when you bring scones?
Warnings | If you squint smut is implied
Words | ~2.5k
Notes | this is my very first fanfic so dfgfdgfd pls forgive me if it’s not good. This has been running rampage in my brain and I really needed to get it out. Jason Todd has been living in my head rent free and it’s time he pays up.
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Sirens cried to a crescendo, faltering until it fused with the unrelenting sounds of traffic; it was a rhythm, a song that struck itself against the window, barely muffled by the thin glass that already struggled to keep the Gotham chill out. The sound did not die, not entirely, in its slow diminuendo through the pane, but enough that it became a murmur, like the soft pattering of the rain that became insistent through the evening. It seeped through the kitchen window, entering the small apartment, the sound as steady as Jason’s hands as he prepped dinner for himself.
It was a slow night, one that he favored but had yet to admit that to anyone, where life trickled by as slow as the rain drops sliding down the pane. It was odd, he supposed, that this sense of solitary in his kitchen brought a sort of consolation, a normalcy despite what he did every night. And he knew that despite the solace he found, there would always be something to pull him back to what he was. And his knuckles were a testimony to that, bruised and swelling, marked like a lover had kissed his skin with lips stained red.
He sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. He did not have to think that; it was ridiculous and he knew it, because damn him for thinking exactly who’s lips he wanted to touch his skin. He clenched his jaw, about to busy himself with another vegetable when he heard the front door unlock.
He didn’t tense, not when he knew that there was only one other person who had a copy of his key. He had just placed the knife he was holding next to the cutting board when y/n walked in, her hair damp and cheeks flushed from the frigid weather and rain. His eyes flicked over her, barely noticing the pastry box she carried, too preoccupied with what she wore—and some part of him, he felt, died with how this woman was killing him.
Dressed in a jean skirt that barely covered her thighs—which he was still debating whether he should tear his eyes away from—and a black fitting top, there was nothing left for him to imagine. Well, there were lots of things that he could imagine, but what caught him off guard was that she was wearing his leather jacket. It hung on her loosely, in a way he knew she found comfortable, the bottom of it just brushing her legs where her skirt stopped. His breath hitched and he looked down at the counter, steadying himself.
“It’s cold out,” she said, taking off her ankle boots in the hallway, walking into the kitchen towards where he stood. She plopped the pastry box on the counter, then flicked her eyes to him.
“Are you going somewhere?” he asked, his eyes meeting hers. His voice was low, hoarse as he tried to keep the hunger out of his voice.
“No, I was in the area and thought I’d dop by to give you some pastries,” she said, her voice a little too sweet for him not to notice. He narrowed his eyes, picking up on her tone. She wanted something and he knew it. He’s known her for so long that she was a book that he read with ease, one that he wanted to split open and dive into its pages.
“You just decided to come by? Just for that? Just because you wanted to give me pastries and spend time together?” he asked sarcastically, crossing his arms as he leaned back on the counter to look at her.
He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like her in his jacket, the way it sat on her, the way it made her look like she was his.
“What? Am I not allowed to see my best friend?” she retorted, crossing her arms, mirroring him. Jason grunted, rolling his eyes.
“Of course, you can see me, but it’s a little strange to bring pastries with you to spend time with your best friend, don’t you think?” he said back, his tone dry as he raised an eyebrow. “There’s something you’re not telling me. You wouldn’t have come otherwise.”
There was no way, he thought, that this was a chance meeting. It certainly didn’t have to do with baked goods, not with her legs on display and her in his jacket.
“Fine, if you’re being so picky about this, then maybe you don’t deserve the pastries,” she huffed, annoyed. She walked around him to where she placed the box, pulling it towards her.
“You’re right. I don’t deserve them,” Jason smirked, turning around to face her, reaching his hand out to where the box was. “Because it isn’t about the pastries. And you know it.”
His fingers inched closer to the pastry box, keeping his eyes trained on her. His lips were slightly parted, curving into a ghost of a smile. She looked so good in his jacket.
“That’s too bad,” she said, pulling the box closer to her and out of Jason’s reach, “because I got your favourite scones.”
“You did not pick up scones,” he growled, trying to grab the box from her hands as he looked into her eyes. He tried to not lose himself in them, as he usually did. Maybe it was the way they could change from cold and distant to burning with passion in an instant. She was a mystery he wanted to figure out, a religion he found in the crevices of her body. He stepped closer to her, the smell of rain, flora, and him radiating off her and pulling him in.
“I know you too well, y/n. You don’t do these things because you feel like it. You’re here because you want something,” he said, his words barely above a whisper.
She looked up at him, her eyebrows furrowed in determination, and he bit back a smile at how cute she looked.
“I did get scones,” she muttered out stubbornly, “and I can’t believe you think I want something.”
“You took my jacket!” he said, his voice laced with frustration as it raised slightly. “There is absolutely something you’re trying to get at!”
“Your jacket is under shared custody. It’s not my fault this leather jacket looks so good. Maybe you shouldn’t have left me looking in your closet. It’s free thrifting,” she shot back.
“You knew it was mine!” he grounded out. In the back of his mind, he wasn’t entirely upset. Not at all, not when he left that jacket in the closet knowing she would look in there. He had wanted her to try it on, and here they were because of it.
“And now it’s mine,” she said coolly, crossing her arms.
“You don’t just get to walk into my apartment and take my jacket for yourself,” he said frustrated. His eyes flicked to her hips, where her shirt showed the barest sliver of her stomach, then back up, staring her down with agitation.
“I’m pretty sure at this point what’s yours is mine,” she noted, fighting back a smile. Jason licked his lips, eyes bright as he stared at her. There was no denying how badly he wanted to tear that jacket off her at that very moment.
“Do you hear yourself, y/n? You’re stealing from me,” he rasped.
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on, Jay. How is this any different from taking your hoodies?”
She stepped back, twirling around to show him her outfit. “Doesn’t it look good?”
Jason stayed quiet as he watched her, taking in every inch of skin and curves. She looked incredible in his jacket, which only made him want it more and more.
“It does look good,” he said slowly. “But that doesn't mean it stays on you.”
“I’ll give it back tomorrow,” she promised.
“No, you’ll give it back now,” he said, his gaze meeting hers. He knew deep down he didn’t need that jacket. He needed her—to put his hands on her and take it back. He wanted to rip it off and touch every part of her that he could.
“It’s my jacket,” he added.
“Not for this evening,” she said back. “I need it.”
“You need to give it back,” he said, voice tinged with frustration. His hand flexed as he thought about dragging her into his room, and taking it off right then and there, but he held himself back.
“Why don’t you calm down? Have a scone?” she suggested, looking at the agitation creeping into his features.
“I don’t want a scone,” he bit out. “I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me why you’re really here. You didn’t just stop by just to give me scones.”
“I wanted to visit my best friend,” she excused again, averting his gaze.
“And why did you want to visit your best friend?” he mused, narrowing his eyes, pushing for the truth. She never had to have an invitation to come over, especially not that sore of an excuse of scones of all things.
She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Because I may or may not need a favor,” she relented reluctantly.
Jason paused, mulling over what she said. He knew she wanted something, and there were only so many favours she could be asking for what required her wearing his jacket and showing off her legs.
“Oh?” he asked casually. “And what might that favor be?”
“I want you to take my virginity,” she said bluntly.
Jason’s lips parted, his jaw dropping slightly as he looked at her. “You did not just say that.”
He watched her expression, looking for any tells that that she was joking. And if she wasn’t, she was being way too casual about it. Jason was already half-tempted to give in, despite knowing it was a terrible idea.
“Do you want me to say it again?” she asked sarcastically.
“Yes,” he said flatly. “Say it again and say it slowly.”
“I want you to take my virginity,” she said again, exaggerating the speed in which she said it. She said it out of annoyance, but Jason could tell she was nervous with the way she played with the rings on her fingers out of habit.
Jason’s gaze flicked down to her legs, considering the idea—strongly.
“Is this what this entire visit is about?” he asked, voice suddenly quieter. He wanted her, always had. He wanted this—needed this. There was not a single part of him that didn’t, but deep down, there was a part of him saying that he shouldn’t.
“Well, I mean, yes,” she said, stumbling over her words. “Hence me trying to persuade you with scones.”
“You’re telling me the only reason you brought me baked goods was to see if I would sleep with you?” he asked in disbelief. “So, what? It’s my reward? My prize?”
He was trying to tease her, but there was an air of seriousness to him now. He wanted this.
“I thought it was an equal price to pay,” she quipped back.
“I feel like the scales are a little tipped, sweetheart,” he remarked. He stepped closer, placing his hands on either side of her, trapping her against the counter. “What more could you possibly want? What more could you possibly ask of me? If this is how much you wanted to try and tempt a man, I can’t imagine what else you’d want from this . . .”
“If you don’t want the scones, I can get something different,” she uttered out, face flushing at the sudden proximity.
“I’m not here for the pastries,” he said, his voice low and soft as he dipped his head into the crook of her neck. “And you know it.”
Her breath hitched and he looked back up, her eyes searching his before dropping to his lips. “So, do we have a deal?”
“We do,” he said, his voice gravelly as he watched her with intensity, his hands inching closer to her hips, sliding across the counter to pin her there more.
“Good,” she breathed.
Jason’s gaze darkened as he looked back at her face. “My room. Now.”
He wasn’t asking, he was commanding, already walking into his room knowing that y/n was obediently following behind. She had barely stepped in before Jason was on her, pressing her up against the wall, kissing her with the fervor of a man who only lived to love one woman.
She kissed him back, her hands in his hair softly tugging, and he groaned. She tasted better than he thought, and as he continued to kiss her, he held back a grin. She had also tasted very faintly of the raspberry scones she had brought. She had eaten one—what a traitor, and so very much like her to do so. And that is what he loved about her, the little things she did. He didn’t care if she had eaten one, she could’ve eaten all of them, if he knew what they were going to do tonight. She swiped her tongue along his bottom lip and he moaned, opening his mouth without hesitation. She could have him, all of him. He wanted her to.
And God, he felt like he was going to drop to his knees and start muttering her name like a prayer, begging her if he didn’t feel her skin. He let his head fall, kissing her neck, making her elicit moans that if he could, he’d bottle them up and listen to—other than her laugh of course, another sound he often bottled up in head and got drunk off later. His hands gripped her waist, his thumbs rubbing soft circles.
“Are you sure you want me to take you?” he rasped out, pulling back.
“If you don’t mind,” she smirked. Smart-ass. “Unless you’re already backing out from our deal?”
He smirked back. “Hell no.”
“Then take me,” she challenged, her eyes burning, and pupils blown wide.
He groaned, his hand wrapping around her throat, her eyes fluttering closed. “Is that all you’re good for?” he asked, his voice low, just above a whisper. “For me to take? To use?”
Her back arched at his words, a moan slipping past her lips, cheeks flushing. Jason’s eyes narrowed, watching her expression. “That was hot,” he remarked, his other hand slipping up her thigh teasingly.
He kissed her again, all teeth and tongue as he pulled off her—his jacket. “You should’ve never worn my jacket,” he whispered, his face against her neck just below her ear where he kissed the skin there lightly. “You asked for this.”
He lifted his head up from the crook of her neck, looking into her eyes. “Tell me what you want me to do. Use your words, love.”
Y/n could feel her neck flush, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. “Making me talk? Thought you liked me better when I shut up.”
“I like it better when you beg,” he smirked.
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Steve started going to the gym the day after Eddie dumped him.
Technically, the two events were unrelated. Eddie avoided the gym like the plague so it wasn’t like Steve was going out of his way to meet him and they had a 30% membership discount the month of April, so really he was just taking advantage of a good deal.
Honestly, Steve worked out when he was stressed and he really needed that adrenaline hit to stop himself from crawling into the fridge and never coming out again.
He’d gotten up at 6AM, made sure that he looked semi presentable to be out in public and was just settling onto the running machine when the sound of Metallica started blasting from the Pilates room just opposite the regular gym.
After Steve recovered from his almost panic attack thinking that Eddie was actually getting fit, and the confusion at the instructor using fucking Metallica for 6AM Pilates, Steve decided in a bored, sad, slightly horny way, to check out the class.
Well, the instructor definitely wasn’t Eddie.
Eddie didn’t have those muscles.
Eddie didn’t have bleach blonde hair.
Eddie didn’t have a fucking tongue piercing.
Steve quickly decided he was in way over his head and frantically started to back away from the door but it was too late. The guy had already seen him and was gesturing him over.
Fucking shit.
The instructor was called Billy. Which was fun. He’d just moved to Hawkins from Los Angeles (why???????) and he was always up for new students so why didn’t Steve give it a go, he promised the Metallica was just a joke since it never failed to wake everyone up.
Steve was not a Pilates guy. That was all he learned from the hour long session. Well, that and when Billy’s tongue flicked out and did a little corkscrew, he looked like he’d be really good at eating- no Steve. Bad thoughts. No rebound.
Billy clapped a firm hand on Steve’s shoulder on the way out and Steve swore he started developing a semi.
This was not going to work.
He did what he always did when considering bad horny decisions and called Carol. The conversation was short and to the point.
“Babe didn’t Munson dump you literally like yesterday?”
She was popping her gum across the line. It was infuriating. Steve took a deep breath before responding.
“Well yeah but-“
Carol cut him off. She had a habit of doing that.
“Yeah but nothing babe.” Her voice trailed out of his phone like cigarette smoke, dancing across his room. “Either you let me key his dumbass weed van or you give up any dreams you’ve ever had about bouncing on blondie muscleface’s dick. Kay babe?”
Then she hung up.
Steve decided to go to Pilates class every day for the following two weeks. It kind of grew on him. Heather, the assistant instructor was bitchy and fun in a way he liked and her long acrylics reminded him of Carol. He made a mental note to himself to introduce her to Robin.
Things on the Billy side of things had not improved however. They’d gotten significantly worse. He was getting boners in public like a teenager, couldn’t speak in full sentences and his heart started doing that gooey mushy thing, especially when Billy told him he’d done a good job.
It’s a rebound not a crush had become his new mantra. Unfortunately, it wasn’t exactly true.
It was definitely a crush. A big one. Even bigger than the ones he’d had on Jonathan or Nancy or Eddie. And it was a problem.
He didn’t do a Clueless and start wearing revealing athletics wear or anything but he did start flirting just a little. To test out if what he thought had been completely made up in his brain or if something was actually happening.
Billy consistently responded with innuendos so intense, they would make Tommy ask him to cool it.
Ok. So Billy seemed to like him back. All Steve needed to do was ask him to dinner or something. No biggie.
He walked into next Mondays class with a mission which was immediately shattered by Billy wearing a signed Corroded Coffin t shirt. And Corroded Coffin was still small as shit, if Billy had it signed, he was friends with Eddie no doubt.
Running out of the class may not have been the most dignified option but it was the only one his dumbass brain could think of at the time.
He ran all the way back to his apartment onto his bed then cried. After half an hour he decided to check his phone only to be faced with a text from a number Steve must have just thought he’d blocked.
Eddie 💖🖤☺️
Can we talk?
Steve messaged back telling him to go away but five seconds later relented and said sure.
The phone started ringing immediately.
“Hey Steve. Why’d you run out of Billy’s Pilates class?”
Steve wanted to laugh. Or cry. Or both. He decided to keep his tone on the cooler side of polite.
“Did he tell you about that?”
There was a long silence for about five minutes before Eddie answered.
“Look Steve……….I know I wasn’t a gentleman when I dumped you. I shouldn’t have just run from the restaurant. That was a dick move. But I really do like Jason and I know for a fact Billy likes you. And you deserve each other. Really.”
Steve sniffled but didn’t answer
“Friends again?” Eddie’s voice was uncharacteristically quiet.
“Friends.”
Billy looked slightly frantic the next Pilates class. His hair was a mess and he was wearing a hat with a food stain on it somehow. His face visibly relaxed when he saw Steve.
Billy wasn’t a rebound. He was kind and friendly and opened the door to people who were struggling to get out. His hair was a stupid 80s mullet in 2024, his tattoos were atrocious and Steve thought it might be too soon to say it but he was pretty sure he was in love with him.
Dinner was a good start though, Steve thought as Billy laced their fingers together after the class. Dinner was good.
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andie, just need you to know that today I saw this:
and even though I 100% knew what I said, my brain went ahead and said "happy edgings only zone" and idk what to do with that
Oh my god Tiph you're a genius.
HAPPY ENDINGS EDGINGS : TODOROKI SHOUTO x READER
NOTES: 1k, pro hero au, fem + afab reader, established relationship, oral (f receiving), edging, 18+ minors please dni
It had been hours. Several long, torturous, unbearable hours, while you begged and squirmed, and Shouto watched you intently, never ceasing, but never giving you what you truly wanted.
“Ah—! Sho, please—!” you cried, as his mouth met the skin of your thigh, not at all where you wanted him. His eyelashes fluttered as he layered a deliberate, bruising kiss over the join where your thigh met your hip.
It was only his firm grip on your leg that kept you in place as you squirmed, the feeling strange and ticklish.
“Shouto, Shouto, please please please,” you begged deliriously, your voice raw from the hours of begging you’d already done.
But once Shouto got something in his brain, it was almost impossible to deter him. And you’d made the mistake of reading a tweet out loud, containing the term edging—something Shouto was unfamiliar with, but apparently determined to make himself acquainted with as soon as possible.
He’d pressed you down to the couch right then, only pausing to elicit your permission for what he had in mind. And then he’d spent the last few hours working you up into a babbling, shivering, sweating mess, something thoroughly pleased darkening his eyes.
His mouth slid back over you, exactly where you wanted him but soft—so unbearably soft—and the couch cushion almost tore in your grip, in your desperate effort not to reach down and give yourself the relief you so wanted.
Shouto’s tongue circled your clit, horribly, awfully gentle and torturously slow. His grip tightened on your thighs, holding you down as you tried to lift your hips into the feeling—to get more, any pressure at all.
“Please, I can’t take it. Shouto. It’s too much, not enough—” you groaned, turning your face into the skin of your arm, breaths coming fast.
Shouto hummed low, the sound rolling through you like a hot wave, and your toes curled. “Just a little more, love,” he said, voice soft, before licking over you once more, even slower and more deliberate than before.
You bit back a helpless moan, trying not to cry as the feeling of his mouth on you shifted into slow, leisurely sucking. The hours and hours spent on edge had you desperate, dizzy, absolutely wild with want. Every single nerve ending in your body was standing on end, screaming for Shouto.
“I don’t—I can’t take it, please—”
“You can, love,” Shouto answered, tongue laving directly over your clit with just a bit more firmness, a fraction more of the pressure.
Your hips jumped, but Shouto had been prepared for that, all that pro hero strength holding you down, his grip unrelenting. You hissed. He looked like a prince but he was a demon, a fucking devil—
Shouto’s mouth worked you carefully, agonizingly perfect, sweet and gentle and horrible and terrible. He groaned softly when your hips jumped again, and when you looked back at him he was watching you, those mismatched eyes glued directly to your face, intent on your every expression.
“Do you want to come, love?” he asked finally, flicking his tongue in a way that had you gasping instead of answering him. Your fingernails dug into the fabric of the cushion, your grip shaking.
“Answer me, love,” he said, curling his tongue around the question again.
You hated him. You loved him. You wanted to kick him, wanted to kiss him, wanted to crawl over him and ride him until he was just as much of a shivering mess as you were.
“Yes. Please yes, please yes,” you babbled, and you could feel his mouth shift into the tiniest smile over you. He was a menace, fucking hells—
He kissed you wetly, messily, right over your center, still too light and too careful not to be designed to frustrate you. Your chest heaved in a sob, and the pressure of his mouth on you finally, finally grew firmer, his tongue flickering intentionally over your clit again in short, firm licks.
He hummed again, the sound vibrating through you, and then he was adjusting your legs around his shoulders, locking you firmly against his mouth.
You suppressed a scream as he sucked and licked, wet and filthily, unable to go anywhere, unable to do anything but feel the pleasure of his mouth, feel everything he wanted you to feel. You writhed but he held you securely against him as he worked you with the skill and knowledge of a years-long partner, doing exactly everything you liked and not letting you escape it. You could only pant, helpless and hungry for him.
You’d been on edge for hours, pleasure drizzling out of you slowly like honey, so it only took a few more moments for Shouto to work you right up to the peak.
A final long, torturous lick over your clit had you cumming, squealing, arching in Shouto’s hands and shivering through it. The thread of your pleasure unraveled after so long pulled taught, and you were nearly in tears from the relief of it.
Shouto licked you through until you squirmed with the aftershocks. Everything felt hot and syrupy and oversensitive, and you didn’t know if you wanted to get away from Shouto or wanted even more of him.
Finally, Shouto layered one final kiss over you before his eyes found yours again, still dark with desire. He looked so handsome, his hair ruffled and a flush high on his cheekbones, his gaze almost glassy with want.
“Are you alright, love?” he asked.
You nodded, still catching your breath.
Shouto smiled, then, a quirking of that full, soft mouth—boyish and beautiful. “Good. Because I have plans for you yet,” he told you, crawling back over you so that his full weight pinned you down into the couch.
You could only grin helplessly back, before leaning up to kiss him. Maybe you should read him tweets more regularly, if this was the result. You would have to look into it—but later. Much, much later, after he was finally done with you.
You had a feeling it wouldn’t be for a while yet.
#todoroki shouto x reader#todoroki shouto smut#todoroki x reader#shouto todoroki x reader#shouto x reader#todoroki x you#character: todoroki shouto
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Strawberry | Chenle
Zhong Chenle - NCT Dream
Rating: M (18+) MDNI
Word Count: ~2.1k
Pairing: Chenle x AFAB!Reader
Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Established Relationship, Porn without Plot
!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!
Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Dom! Chenle, Sir Kink, Spanking, Fingering, Squirting, Unprotected Sex (Don’t!!)
Summary: Your boyfriend likes strawberries a bit too much...
Author's Note: This series was supposed to be of drabbles, didn't happen.
This is only vaguely based off of Smoothie…I say this because I got the idea for a fruit theme, but past that its unrelated.
PS. Chenle is my bias so this is just me living vicariously through my writing…
🍉 Mark 🍉
🍇 Renjun 🍇
🍌 Jeno 🍌
🍒 Haechan 🍒
🍑 Jaemin 🍑
🍍 Jisung 🍍
I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other site. Happy reading!
"Oh, my god, stop!" You slapped Chenle's hand again so he would leave the berries alone. You were trying to make a strawberry cake from scratch, even the sponge would be flavored and pink. Your boyfriend kept eating your ingredients though!
"Just one more~?" He widened his eyes into his best version of a puppy stare, and you almost gave in.
"No!" You hardened your tone more for yourself than at him. He pouted, casting you a pitiful look and you clicked your tongue. If he was really desperate, he knew what to do, but it didn't seem he was that eager to get more strawberries.
"I just like fruit…" He drifted off and you huffed.
"I know, Lele." He watched as you mixed the batter for the cake, eyes glancing back to the fruits every so often.
"If I have some left over you can eat those." You told him, using a rubber spatula to fill the cake pans.
"I still don't understand how Jaemin doesn't like strawberries." He tilted his head, so it rested against his shoulder, elbows resting on the counter where he sat on a stool.
"No one will ever understand anything about Jaemin." You countered and your boyfriend laughed in agreement.
"At least he's not afraid of them." You tossed him a defeated look and he laughed harder. While the sponge baked you made the frosting, Chenle watching in defeat as more and more of the berries disappeared from the container. Finally, you were cutting the last of the ones you needed to decorate the cake, and you had only one left.
"Here." You held the berry up to the side of your head, Chenle had sidled up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder, arms loose around your middle. You felt his hum of delight from his chest pressed into your back as hip lips wrapped around the strawberry, his mouth brushing the skin of your fingers. Before you could pull your hand back down, his tongue flicked to lick the juice that had stuck there from your cutting.
"Hey! Now I gotta wash my hands again!" You clicked your tongue, bonking him softly on the head with a wooden spoon. He yelped much louder than was necessary and pouted at your side as you washed your hands once again. They were getting dry from the repeated cleansing. You put your boyfriend to dish duty as you got the cake sponges out and let it cool. You cleaned the rest of the kitchen up as much as you could, and you both got done by the time it was time to ice and decorate. He watched quietly (for once) while you finished the cake, eagerly taking the frosting bowl when you were done to eat the remnants. You had offered to get him a spoon, but he refused, just using his finger. Once the final decorative berry was placed on the top you sighed in relief, back a little sore from leaning over the counter like you did. It was simple, but that was the only way you could still make it look good. Chenle helped you rearrange stuff in the fridge to fit the cake in so it could fully set by the time you went to your friend's housewarming that evening. Untying your apron, Chenle came up to with the bowl, swiping the rest of the frosting onto his finger and holding it out for you. You gave him a fake glare, but still took his digit between your lips to lick the pink sweet off his finger. He smiled cockily, pressing down on your tongue and you had to make a choice. Do you bite him or play along? You recognized the look on his face, it had been there since you fed him the strawberry.
"Ow, you bit me!" He pulled his hand back rapidly, flapping it in the air and you giggled, taking the now empty bowl from him to put it in the sink. Trying not to giggle too much, you started to wash the rest of the dishes, feeling him come up behind you. You were expecting a hug and whining request, so you squeaked when one arm wrapped tight around your middle at your ribs. The other came over your chest, his hand pressing against your throat, thumb on your jaw. He held your head in place, mouth so close to your ear you could feel his breath fluttering your hair. He smirked at your instant stiffened posture, his hand at your jaw clenching a bit harder.
"You know that one strawberry really wasn't enough…" His tone was casual, but lower than his normal voice. Your mouth went dry, and you licked your lips, hands stilling. When he didn't do anything else, you shut the water off and dropped the dishes you were holding, then waited for his next move.
"Good girl~" Chenle chuckled, his normal cheerful giggle had lowered about two or three octaves.
"Le-"
"Who?"
"Chenle-!" His hand tightened again, pinky curling even tighter to press against your throat.
"Who?" He reiterated and you didn't reply, swallowing hard. Glancing at the clock you were worried if he did everything he normally did, you wouldn't have time to get ready.
"Please, sir. I need time to get ready-" His hum cut your sentence short, his lips vibrating from the noise as they pressed to the skin between your shoulder and neck. You instinctively, submissively, turned your head to the side to let him have better access.
"Maybe I shouldn't let you go? Then I can have you and the cake for myself…" You shivered as he kissed the skin lightly, his grip on your jaw contrasting with the gentle act. You would be really freaking pissed later if he did that, and you both knew that. Luckily for you, your phone started to ring, and he begrudgingly completely let you go, resting grumpily against the island as you grabbed your device.
"Come early?" You glanced at the clock on the oven again, then back to your boyfriend. He sneered but nodded, going pouty again.
"Yes. I will be there in thirty." You hung up and Chenle shuffled to the couch so he could angrily stare at the TV as if he was actually watching it. When you came out of your room in a cute little dress that looked like a big button up with a belt around the middle, he watched you dance around the kitchen getting the cake in a holder. It wasn't as cold as you would have liked, but it would do.
"Bye, Lele~" You gave him an air kiss as you left and he grumbled to himself, crossing his arms.
When you finally got back later that night, you smelled like booze, but you didn’t look like you had partaken.
"I need to change, this dress smells like chicken." You grumbled. Chenle was still on the couch, as if he hadn't moved at all in the last three hours. He had, but not much. The only difference you noticed was that he had a pillow in his lap he was hugging to his chest, but he was still pouting. When you reached the door to your room , you turned to face him, hand behind your back on the knob.
"I don't have to take this off by myself, right?" Your tone lilted playfully, and you giggled as he shut the TV off and got up so fast you were worried his socked feet would slip on the hard wood floor. He eagerly chased after you as you dashed into your room, squealing in delight when he easily lifted you up as he caught you.
"Ah, Le!" You gasped when he spun you as he lifted, slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. When did he get that strong? He didn't do it very hard, but his hand smacked your butt after he flipped the skirt of your dress up. You squeaked and he huffed a laugh, practically throwing you onto the bed. His hand wraps around the belt of the middle of your dress, yanking you down to the end of the bed by it, the rapidly taking it off. He clatters on the floor as he throws it behind him, fingers undoing the buttons fast. He really wanted to just tear it open, hear the little pieces clack against the floor and wall as they fly off the garment. But he knew after you would not be too pleased with that. When it was all undone, he let the side flop open, revealing your nicest set of black lace lingerie.
"Fuck." Chenle groaned as you smirked yourself. You started to help him get the dress off, but once the first sleeve was off, he tugged on the fabric so hard it flipped you over onto your stomach.
"Chenle!" You tried to scold him as he rapidly removed the dress. To obedient to flip back over and watch, you heard him discard his own clothes, the garments thumping slightly as they hit the floor. You let out another yelp when his hands gripped your hips tight, hauling you back toward the end of the bed. You bring your legs down, so your feet touch the floor, already having an idea what he was doing. Your boyfriend was much more careful with your panties than your other garment, swiftly pulling them down and off. He chuckled when your body shivered as his fingers came to your soaking folds. His skin was cold, especially compared to your hot core. Your breath hitched when he immediately buried two fingers inside your cunt, all the way to the last knuckle. He loved the little mewls and whimpers you let you as he roughly wiggled his fingers, adding a third then pumping them hard against your back wall.
"Sir-" You tried to protest when his fingers left, but his hand came down hard on your ass. Your whine made his cock harden even further, the skin turning red in the shape of his hand.
"You left me hanging for hours, (Y/N)." He spoke derisively, "how many hours, hm?"
"Th-three."
"Then how many do you get?" He asked and you tried to do math quick. He liked to do an even number of spanks on each cheek, but six wasn't enough.
"T-twelve?"
"Hm…okay." His hand came down again on the opposite side and you squeaked.
"T-two." You had to think for a second, hoping your answer was right. Chenle didn't say anything in protest, laying another smack. Each time you let out a yipe, though the slick dripping from your cunt revealed how much you liked it.
"Twelve." You gasped out, legs twitching, the skin of your ass just as red as the strawberries you deprived him of. He wondered how red your cute pussy could get if he smacked it, but he wasn't going to just do it without asking you.
"S-sir, please~" Your request turned into a moan as his cock met your entrance and he slowly eased in. You couldn't see his smirk, but he licked his bottom lip and fucked the last inch of his cock in hard, his hips meeting your still stinging ass. You yelped, fingers digging into the bedding above your head, eyes nearly crossing at the delicious pain, not just from the stretch of his cock but your stinging butt. Chenle leaned forward over your back, chest pressed to your back, his mouth right by your ear. His fingers linked with yours and he nibbled the crest of your ear, letting you adjust some. He huffed, then rolled his hips hard, instantly pulling out nearly all the way then slamming home. Your walls fluttered and he chuckled as his next thrust threw your over the edge, your release coating not just his cock but the skin of his groin as well. He didn't let up as your orgasm rolled through you, continuing to relentlessly fuck his cock into you. He gripped your hands tighter, helping you get some leverage. It was good the bed was beneath you, holding you up, the pleasure wracking through you sapping all your strength. His right hand left yours, curling around and under your stomach, pulling your hips up. This forced you onto your tip toes but changed the angle and his cock got even deeper, the head battering your cervix as he picked up the pace. He loved the squeaks it eked out of you, and your cunt clenching his dick brought him closer to the edge as well. Chenle brought his finger to your clit, rubbing over it so you came again. You tried to milk him to completion as well, but he held back, and once yours had subsided, he pulled out and came all over your butt and lower back. You slumped down, shivering and he admired the sight. He would have that any day over even the most perfect strawberry.
🍉 Mark 🍉
🍇 Renjun 🍇
🍌 Jeno 🍌
🍒 Haechan 🍒
🍑 Jaemin 🍑
🍍 Jisung 🍍
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ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇʟʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇᴢᴇꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ♡˚₊。。。
❧❤ SYNOPSIS: sacrifice is inevitable if victory was yearned for…
♡ Pairings/Love interest: So Mun x Fem!reader
♡ Genre: sight fluff, angst, hurt/slight to no comfort
♡ TW: blood, crying, wounds, gore, cursing, death, self-harm, spoilers for ss2 ep12.
♡ word count: 2.1k
Note: All characters originated from “The Uncanny Counter/Amazing Rumor” except for Y/n.
English is not my first language!!! Sorry in advance if I make any grammar and vocabulary mistakes.
A gentle glimpse of sunset snuck through the window, bathing in his entrancing eyes like a pond of honey: “‘Til death do us part. I mean it.”
“Damnnn, you’re so cheesy today!” You snorted, nudging your shoulder against your boyfriend's, who was quick to retaliate with a playful flick on your forehead.
“Oh shush. But I’m serious. I won’t die, and you won’t die, and everyone on our team won’t die. That’s it, I’ll make sure we all survive no matter what.”
Despite his lighthearted tone, you could tell So Mun was beyond sincere about keeping his promise, and so were you. No matter how deadly it is waiting on the future path, everyone will make it out alive.
“Um-hm, am I that dear to you?”
He scoffed, but there was no sign of mockery or ridicule, only playfulness emerged: “Yes, you are. First time knowing?”
“Please, I’m almost sick of how many times you said you unequivocally adored me, like everyday morning alarms, y’know?” You giggled, wiggling your index finger out in front of his face and quickly withdrawing it when he faked biting you: “But I still want to hear you verify it one more time, is that too much of a request?”
“After you had the audacity to say you’re getting sick of it, I’m sorry to announce your request has been declined.”
“Noooo.”
“Yeeees.”
“I take back what I said, I could never get sick of how many times you express your cheesy little lovey-dovey words for me. Like everyday morning alarms, but that means I can’t wake up and function normally without them.”
“Switched up smoother than I expected.” His effort at holding back a laugh evaporated: “That’s it? You just gotta be all sweet again after the “damage” you’ve caused? Your attitude is getting out of hand.”
You snickered, swiftly stealing a peck on his cheek to demonstrate an “apology” you knew he’d happily accept: “Verify it one more time and I’ll shut my attitude up.”
“I’ll do what you asked, but don’t shut it up.” A honeyed kiss pressed down on the top of your head. His arms closed around your waist a little tighter, enfolding the intimacy of your afternoon cuddle session to its fullest: “When hell freezes over, that’s when I’ll let go of you, satisfied now?”
You grinned, not acknowledging a dusting of pink already saturated across your cheeks. No matter what your level of lactose tolerance was, his “cheese” was always perfect for you in terms of ingestion: “Satisfied.”
The group portrait tranquilly sat on your desk, smiling at you two through its frame with the same encouragement. You and So Mun were the only ones in the room, yet the sense of security it conveyed still made you feel complete.
“Everyone in this picture will make it until the end.”
“I already did my part, what about you? Still determined to be stubborn and not say it back?”
Confronted by a tilt of his head, which was one of his ridiculously adorable tactics to persuade you. You eventually let out a frisky sigh and laid your head on his shoulder, eyes closed under the serenity of being with your beloved other half:
“Alright, ‘til death do us part. I mean it too.”
‘Til death do us…
‘Til death…
‘Til…
Too many things happened in just a short span of time, but all enervation departed as the unrelenting battles now came to an end. Knowing he had brought such miracles summoning Hwang Pilgwang, the overwhelming pressure intruding on his heart finally rested.
For the first time in months, So Mun could finally escape the hushed corridors of his own mind.
Finally.
As much as his teammates adored him, they weren’t dramatic people. Yes, it was a near-death experience for all, but the entire team knew they had succeeded, so there was absolutely no reason for them to give him such pained looks. His random thought contorted into an affirmation that they weren’t crying because he remained passed out longer than supposed.
The revolting metallic smell in the room sickened him to the core, yet it stood no chance against how atrociously nauseous So Mun felt being greeted by teary faces as the first thing after he woke up.
For years he was never this afraid of his own voice, afraid of asking a question that might assemble answers he didn’t want to hear: “What’s wrong…?”
Only suppressed sniffles responded to him.
The ambiguity only added more confusion to his already fuzzy sight. As much as he tried to deny it, something within him had already enclasped the possible truth he’d choose death over knowing.
Why was everyone crying? And why were you lying there on Hana’s lap, eyes closed, unmoved?
“Noona, she, Y/n…” Fright clogged up inside his throat, making words stumble. The more he tried to stay calm, the more his composure shattered like a sand castle under ruthless waves: “What’s… what’s wrong with Y/n, why is she…?”
He could feel Jeokbong’s hand supporting his back as he lunged over to your side. The sudden outbreak of panic was dizzying, yet he paid no attention to it.
Reddened eyes of his teammates all ran away from him, obscuring themselves from a cry threatening to burst. So Mun inhaled shallowly, his own lungs betraying him with how torturously aching it was with each breath taken upon seeing your body now completely motionless.
The welcoming warmth of your fingers was replaced with a vague, yet disturbing coldness, benumbing his skin when he grabbed your hand. The shock he felt appeared no different from receiving a thousand strikes at once, inside his ear rang a quiet shriek of nothingness: “Ms. Chu, please tell me…”
At her name being mentioned, all the anguish she bit back for long unleashed in a choked snivel—a realization to So Mun that this wasn’t just some cruel, twisted nightmare he thought he was having.
Time seemed suspended, sealed within the shadow of horror.
This is not a dream.
“No, there must be…” He stammered, squeezing your hand as an expectation that you’d return the gesture like you’ve always done: “Ms. Chu, there must be a way to save her. You can heal her, right? Y/n is strong, with your help, she’ll wake up in no time.”
His voice died down when the woman closed her eyes, letting hopeless tears pour down her bruised face. He looked at Motak, then Jangmul, then Hana, then Jeokbong, one by one, desperately searching for a gleam of the dullest light he could at least clutch onto.
Nothing worked. What happened had already happened.
He took a closer look at your face, only to be pierced by a blade of emptiness. He had always loved to admire your sleeping face—so relaxing, so gentle, so peaceful. But not like this. No matter how loudly he called your name or how hard he shook your shoulders, you still lay there like a soulless doll, so close to him yet horrendously out of reach: “Y/n, wake up…. We won, we finally won…”
Calloused fingers stroked along your cheeks, looking for the slightest hint of miraculous movement. He was known to be good at performing miracles, but at the moment, even his miracles were impotent to save you.
So Mun had never felt so fucking useless.
“No, she will be okay…” The facade of incredulity crumbled and he found himself seizing you into his arms, clinging onto the thin thread of fictional faith despite already noticing your body lacked the familiar warmth he fell in love with: “Y/n will be okay. She—she promised me she’ll be fine, she’s just taking a nap.”
Hands patting on his back like a call to the truth and cries eventually broke out, yet So Mun was too senseless to care about any of them. His mind was too busy hunting for your heartbeat, but all he received was the echo of silence.
He pressed his hand on the side of your neck, eyes sore and fingers trembling lamentably at the absence of life. But the growling heartbeat of his own gave him hope—he could feel its rhythm through his digits. That could be your pulse, right, that must be your pulse, he can feel it.
“She will be okay, we’re okay. I promised all of us would—”
The mutters of your name sank in the weight of disbelief, of false reassurance. His own tears wracked his body, dropping and dampening a piece of your soiled tracksuit like rain that slowly blasted into thunderstorms.
He stared blankly into the lifelessness you were holding, dirt stains and blood-dried cuts of yours dyed his fingers with monstrous pain. Suddenly, his own existence felt alien, as if he were an outsider peeking into a world he didn’t belong in.
So much for “everyone will make it until the end,” now what?
He is a liar.
He is a fucking liar.
For one of the rarest times in his life, he regretted trying. So Mun knew exactly what it felt like to regret. Each time, there was an explosive outrage at the injustice that had befallen him. But this one was the most destructive.
Maybe Ma Juseok was right—what was the point in risking his life to save others? He tried so hard and worked so hard just for fate to repay all of these fucking efforts by destroying everything he had.
A lie. Maybe it really was a lie.
Maybe this goddamn self of his was a lie.
His distorted reflection spun and spun and spun like an annoying bug that kept buzzing despite numerous attempts to kill it. He had no idea where he was or how much time had passed, but it felt like an eternity knowing you hadn’t reached Yung. Just where are you? You didn’t vanish from the final battle’s impact, did you?
So Mun needed to see you again, or he’d go fucking crazy.
The palpable heaviness in the air suffocated him. So Mun never hated his own reflection before, not until right now.
Colors deformed into the entrance of an abyss he wished to just jump into—black of darkness, white of Yung, muted grey of guilt.
And red, too.
“So Mun! That’s enough!!”
Frightened yellings and sounds of falling glasses slashed on his ears. Yet So Mun couldn’t quite hear or feel anything, not even the hideous pain he just put himself through.
Footsteps congested the bathroom he was in, tears that once dried up erupted again. Hana grasped his wrist tightly, almost fearfully, and god, the warmth exuded nearly drove him mad with how much he missed yours.
“Stop hurting yourself, you know it doesn’t change anything! She’s gone!” The crack in Hana’s voice flooded his eyes. They couldn’t even pronounce your name around him, afraid of how much it might trigger him.
Jeokbong’s cries in the distance and Ms. Chu’s pleas were helpless to distract the profound grief, more like a bargain for fate to rewrite itself: “Let it out, but please, you know it also hurts me to see you like this!”
The woman emanated a green radiance to envelope his hand, trying to console the blood-soaked skin he created himself from a brutal contact made against the mirror, tiny fragments of sharpness punctured on each of his knuckles. Shards warped together with flesh in a grotesque mess, crimson swathed the once-tidied floor and the paleness of his skin. It hurt his eyes. It hurt everyone's eyes.
You used to say he looked good in red. Red tracksuits, red hoodies, red blazers. But you hated it when he was covered in the redness of blood. Does this mean he just failed you again?
“I’m sorry…”
Was he saying this to his teammates or to you? He had no fucking clue. But the only thing he could recognize was how much effort it took to breathe, he didn’t feel like himself inside his own skin anymore when everything around him seemed fulminated.
Strong arms whooshed him into an embrace, cramming So Mun’s hot tears and muffled sobs into a reliable shoulder. No words were spoken, but Motak’s bellowing heartbeat was already a silent bawl.
Losing a loved one was like having life’s chapters torn out, leaving an unfinished tale with ragged ends that never fully fit in tandem. It can recover, and he can heal. Just not at the moment.
Shattered pieces of blood-drenched mirror reflected a history that repeated itself. Again, again, and again.
Winter was just gone by, hell didn’t freeze over. But the reality So Mun cherished still collapsed on that day.
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Thanksgiving is near so here’s angst I guess 🫶🏻 FLUFF AFTER THIS I PROMISE
#the uncanny counter x reader#the uncanny counter#unncanny counter#so mun x reader#so mun#do hana#chu mae ok#ga mo tak#na jeok bong#choi jang mul#kdrama x reader#kdrama#pookie please come home 🏠
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Can you write about Veneer... Just, like, anything at all. I'm BEGGING. They could be headcanons, drabbles, oneshots, ANYTHING. My little gay mind can't handle it. If you don't have any ideas here are some that I have off the top of my head ^_^ (also if you could make any of these male reader I will love you forever BUT you obviously don't have to <33)
- Baking with him (but either veneer or the reader is a nightmare in the kitchen and everything goes wrong)
- Having a slumber party !! (Doing eachothers nails, hair, makeup, watching movies, just talking, possibly falling asleep in eachothers arms and being embarrassed in the morning)
- Playing hide and seek together
- CHRISTMAS WITH VENEER!!! (Decorating the house/Christmas tree, getting presents, playing out in the snow, just general festive activities:3)
- Reader who has a shit ton of stuffies and has named them all (introducing them to Veneer, cuddling, fluffy things)
- Eepy time (sleeping/cuddling hcs, shenanigans, not being able to fall asleep, weird midnight chats)
I had more but I forgot....
NAHHH UR LITERALLLY SO BASED I LOVE YOU FOR THAT!!! Veneer is literally such a criminal cuz like?? He kidnapped someone, tortured them, AND he stole your heart??? SOMEONE STOP HIM ASDKJALJSLD
Ended up combining a few of your ideas into one big concept! Hope you don't mind :3
Also heads up that this takes place before the events of Band Together took off! Just figured it'd be kinda hard to throw a sleepover when your ass is literally in prison lol
Veneer x Reader: when your favorite twink invites you to a sleepover
Includes: Male! Reader, sleepover shenanigans, fluff, slight angst, gaygaygaygay—
💎 You and Veneer would have to be INCREDIBLY close before he even considered invited you over
💎 Tbh I feel like getting invited to hangout with this guy in any way is actually? Kind of a privilage?? Like his fame is obviously a big factor in that but growing up, I doubt he had any actual friends who weren't his sister. I imagine him as kinda shy and non-confrontational as a kid, and though Velvet wasn't the BEST sibling, she never hesitated to cuss out whatever poor soul chose to pick on her brother. She's always been the one to lead and Veneer has always just followed
💎 I mean... the guy literally participated in tortue just cuz his sister told him to. He sheep coded as hell 😔
💎 So yeah, this boy probably has like zero experience when it comes to having friends who don't use him for his fame and/or are related to him by blood. Luckily you came along! Now he's actually got someone with whom he shares a genuine connection with!!
💎 Whether that connection is strictly platonic has... yet to be determined >;3c
💎 WITH THAT BEING SAID!! This guy has never once participated in a sleepover (hanging out in his sister's room doesn't count), and he's got absolutely no clue what to do ://
💎 Will conduct numerous amounts of research days in advance! And by research, I mean he's binging all his favorite chick flicks and having Krimp take notes aslkdhaljsdl
💎 FR THO!! THIS BOY IS JITTERY AS HELL WHEN THE TIME COMES TO ASK YOU OUT OVER LIKE---!
💎 "Oh heyyyy, (____)! Fancy seeing you here!"
"This... is my house?"
"R-right, right! Obviously! Um, anyway, do you like sleeping?"
"Uh."
"Also, u-uh, totally unrelated but have you ever wondered what the inside of my house looks like?"
💎 Pls just accept his invitation. If he gets any redder he might pop a blood vessel or something
💎 Heaves out the BIGGEST sigh once you say yes. He'll try to play himself off as nonchalant even though he's absolutely ecstatic, but like... the boy is literally vibrating with excitement okay, he's not fooling anyone lol
💎 Once the big day comes and you show up to his house— sorry, MANSION? Prepare yourself cuz he is most definitely giving a tour. From the indoor pool, to the outdoor pool, to the personal studio/production room, to the many walk-in closets, to a room that is literally just one big ball pit, to a heigh-ceiling hallway just lined with photos/painting of him and his sister... he is NOT afraid to show off asdkajsdlkhjf
💎 (Sidenote: don't worry about Velvet potentially intruding on the sleepover. She's agreed to step out for the day on her brother's behalf. Was definitely pretty pissy about having to vacate her own home but eventually relented... but Veneer definitely owes her for her kindness)
💎 Yknow all those cliche sleepover activities people do in movies? Yeah, you guys are doing literally all of them
💎 Such a dumbass <33
💎 NO LIKE ACTUALLY THO?? Krimp made Veneer a list of popular and totally optional things to do at a sleepover and the second he saw it, he was just like "uugh, seems like a lot of work but I GUESS I'll do it 🙄"
💎 You guys are painting your nails matching colors, doing facemasks, messing around with each others' hair— the whole shebang!! And considering this dude is rich as fuck, you just KNOW he's got nothing but all the top-of-the-line products 😤😤. Only the finest for him (and you <33)
💎 LET HIM DO YOUR MAKEUP!! I feel like he really enjoys it as a whole! Like it's probably his favorite part of getting ready for shows or just his day in general, and the only person he's done makeup for is Velvet (tho those instances were VERY rare)... but if you just? Suggest that he does yours for you?? Like just sitting back so he can do his thing, allowing him to call the shots like he rarely ever does???
💎 Literally swooning SO HARD ASLDHKALKJSJDLKJA
💎 Unfortunately the whole thing kinda backfires on him cuz: 1) you're already super cute without makeup, and 2) he knows what he's doing and could easily boost someone's looks with just some eyesliner and the right shade of lipstick
💎 He makes you look hotter, is basically what I'm getting at
💎 He's not sure if he's just done himself a huge favor or screwed himself over for the rest of the night
💎 Considering his crazy wealth and the fact he probably grew up pretty sheltered/spoiled, I doubt this boy knows anything about how a kitchen works lol. Like most of his meals were either made for him by Krimp or served at high-end hoity-toity restaurants with caviar that probably cost more than most organs sell on the black market ://
💎 So yeah, dinner is really gonna come down to you and your skill level
💎 If you know you're away around, CONGRATS!! You've just signed yourself up for cooking lessons with Veneer! And yes, the kitchen WILL end up a mess (but no worries, he'll just make Krimp clean it up). You'll definitely have to take the lead here and he's more than happy to let you do so! Just tell him what spices you need or what utensil to grab, and his ass is on it 🫡 If you wanna teach him how to knead dough or peel certain ingredients?? He won't complain (especially if said activity requires you two to be in close proximity hehe)
💎 Do NOT leave him alone in the kitchen for more than 10 seconds. You'll just return to find him trying to cut strawberries with the dull side of a knife u_u
💎 If you're also total shit in the kitchen?? No worries! Veneer may be living that high life but he's not above ordering takeout lol
💎 Remember those chick flicks I mentioned earlier? Yeah, you two are totally running a marathon of those. If you happen to have any good recs or other movies you happen to like?? He's totally willing to give them a try! Just know that if it's a scary movie… he's gonna be wrapped around you like a koala and screaming into your ear at every jumpscare
💎 He may be talentless but this boy can hit a high note if he feels he's in danger
💎 He may be different from his sister in some ways, but one attribute he shares with her is the fact that he's a TOTAL GOSSIP LIKE?? THIS BOY IS MORE THAN PREPARED TO SPILL THE TEA ON ANY GIVEN OCCASION—
💎 "Oh my gosh, did you HEAR about what happened to Nikki Mirage the other day??"
"No? Wait, who's that again?"
"YOU DON'T KNOW WHO--- okay, sit down so I can educate you 😤"
💎 Him and Velvet literally thrive on drama, idk what else to tell you
💎 (he might also spill some tea about his sister... nothing too incriminating, but like, a few embarrassing childhood stories couldn't hurt, right?)
💎 Late night talks are a MUST!! At some point in the night the two of you end up like... nestled under the covers of whatever fort you guys threw together... you're facing each other, heads centimeters apart as you share a pillow... whispering and giggling for no real reason...
💎 Maybe he vents a little about his insecurities and the way Velvet treats him, less like a brother and more like a shadow she can manipulate as she pleases... and maybe you grab his hand under the blanket... yknow, just to comfort him or whatever...
💎 Veneer only ever gets physical affection when he visits his parents, and even then it's just like? The bare minimum?? Pats on the head/shoulder/back, brief hugs, chaste kisses on his cheek— that kinda crap. And it's so tragic cuz this boy is literally the biggest little spoon to ever spoon. Like actually pls just hold him
💎 If he wakes up the next morning to find you laying behind him? Arms wound around his middle?? You face burried against his neck/shoulder blades/top of his head????
💎 He is not moving from that spot even after you wake up too <33
Cannibal, I absolutely ADORE YOU FOR THIS ASK!! LITERALLY SO FUN TO WRITE SAKLJASADKJSD THANK YOU SO MUCH <3333 (was originally gonna split this into two parts but was like, "nah, this ask deserves to be hella long" uwu)
Veneer redemption arc when??
#love that noodle limbed elastic shiny plastic twink <33#can twinks also be himbos? or is having muscle mass a requirement?#guess he's just a dumb twink 😔#*me writing this and realizing that there are a lot of parallels btwn Velvet and John Dory*#mayhaps for another day#the guards at Mount Rageous Correctional Facility don't allow sleepovers unfortunately ;((#Veneer agreed to serve his time...#but at what cost#trolls#trolls band together#trolls x reader#x reader#trolls veneer#velvet and veneer#ask
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Reader squirting for the first time with az
i feel like this got a tad filthy…
“Give me another one, bunny. You’ve got it in you,” Azriel grunts out, hips slapping against the backs of your thighs. You sob out a moan, gripping the bedsheets tight in your fists as overstimulation wracks your body. But you nod, cock-drunkenly bobbing your head, all coherent thought having left your head. You want more. You always want more when it comes to Azriel.
He’s making you feel so good. His cock driving into your warm, sticky cunt at an unrelenting pace. “Good girl,” Azriel grins, watching your tight hole take every thick inch of him. Your cum coats his cock, a creamy ring circling his base. He’s memorised by the sight. His cock throbs harder and his mind clouds with his lust for you. You’re so fucking good to him. His perfect little bunny, eager to please. So, when Azriel wants more, and by the gods he does, he wants you to smother him with your juices. He knows you’re going to give it to him. He needs you to give it all to him.
Mewling, “Azriel!” your cunt clenches rhythmically around his cock and Azriel tightens his hold on your thigh, leaving bruises to admire in the morning. His free hand moves to play with your clit, fingers strumming the taut, sensitive bud. The added stimulation pulls a high-pitched squeal from your throat, as your head lolls back on your shoulders. “That’s it. Give it to me, bunny,” He’s a male driven mad, excited as your body tenses…bracing yourself. “Please, bunny, please. Let it go. Let it all fucking go, come on.”
You gush as you climax. Your release spurting like liquid gold. Azriel curses, pulling out of you, allowing you to soak him. His fingers never slow their torture on your clit, drawing out your orgasm for as long as possible. “Good fucking girl,” Azriel growls, loving the way your release splashes loudly against his stomach. His mind runs with the ways he wants to make this happen again, on his tongue deemed his favourite option.
Body trembling, you have to grab Azriel’s hand for him to let up on your poor clit. You’re worn out, no more left in you. Both of you panting, you attempt to regain your composure, leaning back on your elbows to gaze at the male kneeling between your legs. You flush at the sight of his muscled body shining with your release. His thighs, his cock, his stomach. He practically sparkles in the candlelight. Azriel drags his sweat-slicked hair back from his forehead, fingers brushing through his thick locks. Your stare is hungry, his own gaze still glued to your swollen cunt, as if in a trance. You whisper his name and his eyes flick to your face.
“Hey, bunny,” He sighs, rubbing gentle circles over your wet thigh. Noting the look on your face, he looks down at himself and a small smirk spreads on his lips. “Want to clean me up? Taste yourself?” Your answering smile is full of mischief, and you make a show of getting onto your hands and knees before him. “Yes please, sir,” You can’t help yourself, leaning forward to lick a bold stripe up the length of his hard cock. Azriel’s chin drops to his chest, mouth parted in a silent groan. You hum, kissing his tip before beginning to clean up the mess you made all over his pretty, toned stomach.
#drabbles ❥#azriel#azriel smut#azriel x reader smut#azriel x reader#azriel x you#acosf azriel#azriel shadowsinger x reader#azriel x y/n#acotar azriel
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built to fall (1)
pairing; luke alvez x fem!reader
series summary; after having a rough month, the feelings that you had been harbouring for your co-worker finally come to the surface
series warnings; fluff, hurt/comfort, smut (later on), mutual pining, discussions of mental health, reader gets drunk, vomiting, suggestive themes, sexual tension, cases that the bau work are also mentioned so the usual warnings for the show apply
warnings for this part; drinking, discussions of poor mental health, reader is an insomniac, suggestive towards the end
notes; okay, this one-shot series actually still isn't done but it's like 27k words at this point and i'm beginning to feel under the weather again so i thought i might as well share the parts i have that i'm happy with so that you can enjoy them while i try and get the rest of it done before the end of the month! please enjoy! <3
tags; @smurfenijsje12 @xoxomoonlightbabe
ao3 / masterlist
“This is the fourth time this week everyone has left before you,” Luke said as he walked past your desk, stopping to one side. He had his bag slung over his shoulder and a hoodie pulled on over his button-up. He looked so comfy and cozy but you hadn’t even turned back to look at him so you didn’t get a chance to admire his casual state.
“I’m behind on paperwork,” You dismissed before you flicked through the files. You looked over what you had written, relatively satisfied with the work that you had done for now. There was still a million other cases that needed reports written up but you tried not to think too hard about it.
Instead, you then nudged back in your chair to get up and grab a coffee. The coffee was the only thing that was power you through the days at the moment. Between the insomnia, the fear of sleeping and the desperate attempts to distract yourself with work, you didn’t really get as much sleep as you probably should have been getting.
“Oh, come on,” He said, “You sure that’s the reason?” You rolled your eyes and got out of your chair, heading towards the kitchenette. But before you could even take a step, Luke grabbed a hold of your wrist. He pulled you back slightly, forcing you into his personal space.
“Yes, that’s the reason.” You didn’t want to deal with this right now. Luke was lovely but if he kept digging, he was gonna find shit he didn’t like and you didn’t want him to find. But his grip on your arm didn’t let up despite your words.
“So paperwork is why you’ve been so snappy this week?” He asked curiously. He cocked an eyebrow and your head shot back. The surprise was written across your features and that made him smirk. He knew that something was wrong but everyone else seemed convinced that everything was okay. But he knew you. He knew that something was up.
He chuckled and tugged you towards him slightly, letting go of your wrist, “Yeah, I noticed. So, what’s going on?” You didn’t know what to say and so, simply shrugged. You and Luke were friends and you were definitely attracted to him - it was hard not to be considering he was built like a Greek fucking god - but you didn’t want him to know. You hadn’t told Emily, JJ or Spencer so you weren’t going to spill your guts to the (not so) new guy.
“Just had a bad week. Now can I get coffee?” You had attempted to soften your voice but you knew that the annoyance was still coating every single word that came out of your mouth. It wasn’t directed at him, more at his unrelenting stubborn nature. It was good sometimes but not right now. Not when you wanted to be distracted.
“What about a drink?” He asked. You shook your head. You then turned to walk to the coffee machine again but Luke’s voice made you stop.
“I get it,” He said. Your eyebrows pulled together, “Not wanting to talk about it, avoiding it, throwing yourself in the deep end just to stop yourself from thinking about it. If you don’t wanna talk about it, that’s fine. But this ain’t gonna make it any better.” You let out a ragged sigh. Was it really that obvious? Were you that obvious? You lifted your hand up to your face, rubbing your eyes. The tears were threatening to spill but you couldn’t do that. Not here and not in front of him.
“I don’t kn-” You began, trying anything to get him off your back but he interrupted you before you had the chance to finish;
“You’re on a team of profilers,” He explained simply. You ran your tongue across your teeth before you squeezed your eyes shut. You were really glad that your back was too him because you weren’t sure you could have kept up your composure if he was looking at you.
“Like I said, it’s just been a bad week,” You decided, glancing back at him for just a second. Luke narrowed his eyes but didn’t bother to push it. You were clamming up the more he insisted and so he took a step back. He put his hands up.
“Alright. Just get some rest tonight, okay?” Those were his parting words and you didn’t know what to say. So, you simply nodded and walked over to the coffee machine. You probably wouldn’t get much sleep but you hadn’t been getting much anyway.
So, it honestly wouldn’t change a single thing. Luke didn’t need to know you were sleep-deprived and nobody else seemed to have noticed your shift in mood which meant that you were home-free. You could keep going and everything would be fine.
If you were at work, you didn’t have to think about the anxiety dreams or the worry you felt for your mom or how much you missed your dad. If you just sat at the desk, you didn’t have to worry about anything but making sure your reports were as accurate as your memory.
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As much as you tried to hide it, Luke noticed that your bad week quickly turned into a bad month. But he didn’t want to push it. He had a pretty good idea of what you were going through even if you hadn’t admitted it to him and he knew that you would talk when you wanted to. He knew that questioning you made you clam up and he wanted you to be better. He didn’t want to make it worse so he kept an eye on you.
You continued to stay late and he let himself stay just a little later too to make sure that you were okay. He glanced over at you when nobody was looking to make sure that you weren’t spiralling. You seemed okay most of the time. You laughed, smiled and joked like nothing had changed but he knew that something wasn’t right. You were distracting yourself and he wanted to help but he didn’t know how.
So, he simply did the little things. Sometimes he’d come in early and find your coffee mugs still on the desk with bits of coffee leftover from your late night paperwork filing. He’d take the dirty dishes and wash them up before setting up his own desk for the day. He didn’t know how to approach you and so his gestures went unspoken between the two of you. Nobody else seemed to notice your sudden change in behaviour.
Apparently, you, Tara, Emily, JJ and Penelope had gone on a girl’s night and you had been fine. Though, you had been the designated driver so none of the girls had really been in a state to judge your character. But there was a faux fondness to how you spoke about the night yet Luke could see through it. You knew that he could.
You noticed what he was doing for you, he cleaned up your desk before you got in, he made you cups of coffee, he brought you lunch when you forgot it. He was talking to the girls about you and you appreciated it but you also hated it.
It wasn’t because it was him. In fact, some part of you loved that he cared enough about you. The part of you that had been crushing on him from the moment he joined the Unit was singing and dancing at the fact that he was paying this much attention but you didn’t want it. You didn’t want him to worry, you didn’t want him to think about you. You didn’t want him to know that you were depressed but he knew.
Thankfully, the cases kept coming in and you’d get a few hours on the jet and you’d stay up working the cases until they were done. Knowing Luke knew that something was wrong just added another thing to worry about so the more cases you went on as the month drew past, the later you’d stay. The more determined you’d be to finish the case.
Like right now, you were determined to get this case done once and for all. You’d been down in New Orleans for the past few days working on a string of home invasion homicides. You were working on the assumption that the guy was a family annihilator but you were stumped. The entire team was stumped.
There were no connections between the families. The guy crossed race lines which was considered unusual in cases like this. There didn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to what he was doing and it was driving the whole team up the wall. Everyone had taken off already to go get some sleep in the hotel room but you hadn’t yet. You were still mulling over the case file with a warm cup of coffee in your hand.
The PD station coffee was frankly awful but it had enough caffeine to keep you buzzed for hours. It made it easier to focus on the case, not think about what would happen when you fell asleep. It also meant that you could still talk to your dad even if he was across the country.
You flicked through the case files with your free hand as you took a sip of the coffee. It had been going on for months and nobody was close to finding a lead.
There were multiple days between his kills and realistically, he could have been holding the families but that just didn’t seem plausible to you or the rest of the team. His cool-down hadn’t decreased even with the news that the FBI was in town which meant that the team had time to work the case without the body count getting too high. It was a relief but you were all still trying so hard to understand this guy, profile him and find whoever it was.
But it wasn’t exactly going well.
You had placed your coffee down to flick through some crime scene photos but when you went to pick up the mug again, it was gone. Your eyebrows furrowed. Surely you weren’t that tired already. You glanced around the table before you looked up to see Luke stood in the doorway of the conference room with your mug in his hand.
“Didn’t you go back to the hotel?” You asked.
You knew why he was here but if you played innocent, you could get out of this alive. It would be fine and there would be no questions about how you were, why you weren’t sleeping. You’d just be free to work this case and present what you had theorised to everyone in the morning.
“Yeah, you see, I did but then JJ said that you were still here. So, I’m cutting you off,” He said simply, placing the cup of coffee on the table on the outside of the conference room. You stared at him, blinking slowly.
With a shake of your head, you returned to the case files. You flicked through more photos and grabbed the list of offenders that the office had given over. Reid had already read through all the files and nothing seemed to stand out but you were hoping you’d notice something that boygenius didn’t. You wouldn’t but you could hope.
Luke pulled up a chair next to you. He glanced over what you were looking at, trying to decipher what your mess of documents meant. He wasn’t about to admit it but he had been watching you for the past five or so minutes before he snatched up your mug. You kept huffing and sighing and scribbling and flicking photos around.
He knew you and he knew that those rapid movements meant that you were figuring something out and he wanted to know what.
“So, what’s your angle?” He asked curiously. You sighed and pulled your jacket off, discarding it on the chair beside you. With Luke here, you just knew that it was going to be a long night. Whether you talked about your mental state or not was to be seen but for now, you wanted to focus on the case. Not him, not you. Just the Unsub.
“Are we really doing this?” You retorted, “Don’t you need to get some sleep?”
“Tell me what you got,” He reiterated. You glanced at him and then the files again before you gave in. It really was going to be a long night.
“So, we’re working on the assumption he’s a family annihilator which yeah, that works. But what if the rest of the family are just collateral?” Luke hummed, urging you to go on. You flipped through the crime scene photos you had been looking at and spread them out in front of the two of you. You began to talk him through your new angle;
“He had a few days between cool-downs even with our presence which means he’s a lot calmer than we would expect from an annihilator. Mission-orientated, probably. Not even the FBI presence is gonna sway him away from his goal. There’s no sign of speeding up until he gets to his endgame. He isn’t driven by media coverage or anything seemingly egotistical. It’s the mission. His mission. But he’s crossing race lines. If he’s going after families because of, let’s say, his trauma. An abusive parent, parents, siblings or somehow he was wronged by his family. Then, why would he cross race-lines? None of these families really have much in common. They’re all cookie-cutter suburban families but they all look different.” Luke nodded along to your assumptions, flicking through the photos that you had been looking at.
“Maybe that’s his problem,” Luke posed. You let out a ‘mhm’ and flicked through the crime scene photos that you were both looking at.
“But we already ran through that scenario and it just doesn’t make sense. In family annihilator cases, it’s usually the father that’s killed last. I know that’s not always the case but that’s the precedent. Fathers have the the most power so our unsubs usually want to see them broken down by witnessing every single member of their family die. But in this case, the ME said that it was the mother who was killed last. The father was killed first, then the kids and then the mother, hours later,” You continued but Luke was quick to interject;
“We assumed that he was letting the mother bleed out hence the difference in time of death.” You tapped your finger against the pictures of the beds where all the mothers were found. The sheets were drenched in blood, marks splattered everywhere..
“And I still think that’s right but I think it’s more than that. I don’t think he just let them bleed out. I think he either sat and watched them bleed out or he tortured them for the hours before finally letting them bleed out.” Luke nodded.
“But that doesn’t explain why he crossed race-lines. If he was going after a particular woman, he would stick to a type,” Luke challenged. You nodded and went to reach for your coffee, forgetting that Luke had taken it away. He gave you a look that you decided to ignore, flicking back to the information that Penelope had sent you over on the tablet.
“Garcia sent these over before she headed home for the night. Dating profiles for all the women that were killed,” You flicked through them, giving Luke a moment to take them all in. Garcia had sent them over just as everyone else had gone to the hotel but you had decided to go through them since you knew that you weren’t gonna sleep. Part of you also hoped that it would lead to a breakthrough, a suspect of some sort. You weren’t so lucky but, “All of these women were cheating on their husbands. Garcia found some encrypted chat logs and the night that their families were killed coincided with a night where these women cheated.” Luke fell back in his chair, looking at you.
“So, whoever they were with is our guy?” He suggested. You shook your head.
“No, I don’t think so. Garcia said they all met with different men but someone who knows what these women are up to, didn’t like it. Enough to kill them and their families.” You finished. Luke nodded his head and he shuffled forward, sliding the tablet towards him so he could flick through the text and call logs that Garcia had managed to uncover, “See why I was still here?” The case wasn’t really why you were still here but you hoped that you had managed to convince him.
“We need to work this angle. This is a whole new set of parameters,” He stated. You nodded, glad that he seemed to have forgotten the reason that he came here at all.
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The jet was quiet and everyone else had fallen asleep except you and Emily. You were flicking aimlessly through your tablet at the table with Emily sat across from you. Garcia had sent over some comic book pages for you to read since you had been desperate for something to distract your sleep-deprived mind. But you didn’t get much further than the first set of strips before Emily spoke up;
“You did good work today,” She said. You looked up and sent her a tired smile. It was clear that you were exhausted. All of you were exhausted but considering you had spent most of the previous night awake with Luke, it was hitting you hard.
“Thanks,” You said softly. Emily smiled, reaching out to squeeze your hand. The touch was comforting and you felt your shoulders sag a little.
“I know you’re tired, you should get some rest,” She insisted. You shrugged and glanced back down at your tablet. You knew, logically, that you should sleep but the thought of it just made you feel anxious. You knew that it was ridiculous, sleep was good but you had been getting weird, anxiety fuelled dreams all month. You really didn’t want anymore.
“I’ll be okay ‘till we get home,” You retorted. Emily sighed and she glanced around the jet before looking back at you again.
“We don’t have to talk about whatever it is that’s bothering you but I need to know that you’re okay. You’re one of the best members of this team and I need you to be feeling up to this,” Emily said. Her tone had softened significantly and her hand was still rested over yours. You glanced towards Luke who was asleep on the seat across from the table. You frowned.
“I’m up to this, I’m just tired,” You responded. Part of you wanted to spill your guts out to Emily. It was Emily, after all. You had known her for years and when you had first joined the BAU, you had became fast-friends. But something was stopping you from telling her. You didn’t know what it was but you just couldn’t bring yourself to say it.
“Well, if you ever want to talk about what’s going on, you know I’m here,” Emily said. You nodded and she retracted her hand from you. The brunette then shuffled backwards so that her head was rested against the side of the plane. It seemed that she was just as exhausted as the rest of the team.
-
When you had agreed to go out with JJ to the bar for a few (probably too many) drinks after another in the latest line of incredibly demoralising case, you hadn’t expected for most of the team to have joined the pair of you. Usually, when you went out, it was just the girls. Tara only sometimes joined and Spencer and Alvez rarely did. Spencer preferred his own apartment and Luke liked to get some sleep in so he could get Roxy early the next morning. That was usually the case.
But not tonight.
When you walked into the bar after having changed at your apartment, you faltered at the sight of everyone at the table. Well, you faltered at the sight of Luke with his back to you and a bottle of beer in front of him.
There was nothing wrong with Luke being here, obviously there wasn’t but you got touchy when you were drunk. You knew that while your sober self didn’t cross the bounds of friendship with Luke, your drunk self would completely obliterate that line if they had the chance.
You took a moment to assess the situation from the door. Garcia had her usual fruity cocktail that was always a dangerous choice of drink, Emily was nursing a whiskey on the rocks, Spencer and JJ both seemed to have vodka-cokes. Alvez had a half-finished beer in front of him and Tara had a glass of wine.
Nobody seemed to have drunk too much yet which meant that you weren’t about to walk into a battle zone. You hesitantly stood at the door but before you spiralled any further, JJ spotted you. Her face lit up and she waved you over with a grin.
“What took you so long?” JJ asked as she patted the seat between her and Luke. It was clear that it had been saved for you. If you had a choice, you would have not chosen to be so close to Luke. The drunker you got, the more touchy you would get and you didn’t want to risk Luke being at the end of that.
But you didn’t want to make a fuss so you simply accepted your fate. You just prayed that your drunken self would have some self-restraint for once in their goddamn life. But that was really unlikely considering.
“Needed to pick the right outfit,” You shrugged with a wry smile sent her way. You had decided on a short black skirt and a long-sleeved cream bodysuit that showed your cleavage off. Realistically, you had been dressing up for the girls and you always dressed better when you expected it to just be the girls. But now everyone had a view of it, so you had to own the look even if your confidence was wavering a little.
“It was Luke’s round,” Tara said, “So, go get the girl a drink.” Tara had a smile on her face before she took a sip of wine. Luke rolled his eyes and then looked to you, for your order. You were suddenly paralysed by the choice.
“I’ll go look what they have,” You said quickly. Luke nodded and as you got up so did he, “What are you doing?” You asked after a beat, confusing lacing your tone.
“It’s my round,” He stated as if you were being stupid which quite frankly you were. Of course Luke would come with you but part of you was worried about being alone with him. He could always see right through you so would he call you out? Would he notice how jittery you felt? A familiar pit of dread was forming in your stomach at the thought.
JJ and Emily exchanged knowing glances before you nodded, sucking up your pride. You and Luke headed up to the bar and you leant against it, checking out the spread of alcohol. You didn’t even consider that it was pushing your cleavage up and you didn’t notice how Luke quickly averted his gaze away from you.
You ran your tongue across your teeth, pursing your lips as you contemplated your drink choice. Realistically, you knew that you shouldn’t get too drunk but you also needed to. Alcohol made the pit of anxiety practically disappear and it meant that you could act more like a normal human being. So, you needed something strong and something that would get you drunk quickly. Especially if you were going to be sat next to Luke for most of the night.
You glanced back at the group as Penelope took a sip of her fruity cocktail. You were pretty sure it was a sex on the beach and you realised that maybe a cocktail was the way to go.
They were dangerous little things and you weren’t entirely sure what it was but a cocktail always got you drunk the fastest out of every drink you’d tried. You glanced over at the menu, written on the blackboard on the other side of the bar, searching the menu before you decided. A Woo Woo was probably the best way to go.
“You, uh, look nice,” Luke said after a beat of silence. You hadn’t even realised he had spoken at first before your brain seemed to slowly catch up. You sent him an awkward smile.
“Thanks.” You didn’t know what else to say. Luke was never really one to compliment anyone and you couldn’t help the way your stomach flipped. It wasn’t uncommon for Luke’s attention to make you feel squirmy but you were really trying not to think about it.
After another moment of contemplate, you gave Luke your order and the two of you waited in awkward silence before the cocktail was placed in front of you. You smiled at the bartender and the two of you headed back to your seat. The rest of the group were chatting as you two sat down. Garcia stopped mid-conversation with Spencer when she spotted your cocktail.
“You’ve joined me!” She exclaimed excitedly. You chuckled and nodded your head.
“They’re dangerous but I think it’d be worth it.” The wry smile on your face seemed to grow and even under the watchful eye of Luke, you managed to keep the anxiety at bay for now. It was hard to ignore the growing anxiety in your gut but the second that the alcohol touch your lips, you began to calm down.
But you would quickly learn by the end of the night that cocktails truly were dangerous. As the night crawled to a finish, you were just a little bit gone. Not so gone that you blacked out but you were pretty gone.
The alcohol had killed your anxiety and the good company of your friends reminded you that some friends were worth your time and effort. The lingering dark cloud had let up and you had spent so much of the night talking about comics or sharing facts with Spencer or (jokingly) flirting with JJ. The filter between your mouth and your brain had completely eroded and whatever you were thinking was spilling out. Your usual overthinking had been killed off completely
The alcohol also meant that when Emily and JJ had asked you to get on the dance floor, you had actually done it. It took not even a second of convincing before you said ‘fuck it’ and joined them. Then one of your favorite songs came on and you danced and sang with the pair. All your inhibitions and anxieties floating away as you belted out the lyrics. Eventually, Garcia joined the three of you, cocktail in hand and a grin on her face. Then, after a little convincing from you and Garcia, Luke joined you too.
You had gotten a lot more touchy with Luke throughout the night and although some part of you was still sober enough not to completely let your guard down, you weren’t being as defensive as you had been recently with him.
You held his hand to drag him around the dance floor, you sang at him with a grin on your face and he even held onto your waist when you went up to the bar. Though, you both pretended it was under the pretense of protecting you from any creeps who tried to hit on you,
But eventually, after the group had tired with dancing, you returned to the table where you scooched closer to Luke than your sober self would have. But your drunk self used the excuse that he was warm and his laugh was cute and you liked holding his arm and resting against him as the drunkenness turned into sleepiness.
Your sober self felt a little guilty about how touchy you were the next day but your drunken self really didn’t care. Usually, JJ or Emily became victim to your touchiness and your bursts of affection but Luke had fallen victim tonight.
He had only had a beer or two by the end of the night so while you were gone, he was basically completely sober and fully aware of how care-free and touchy you had become. Usually, you could get away with it more because JJ and Emily would both be drunk too. But not tonight and your drunken self hadn’t even considered that.
The only reason he chose to keep basically sober was to make sure that everyone got home safe and while in your drunken state, you thought it was incredibly adorable, your hungover self hated him for it.
When the night drew to a close, the bartender called for last orders and everyone slowly began to filter out of the bar. Everyone was at different stages of drunk but Spencer got a cab with Emily and JJ to make sure they got home safe since he hadn’t drunk too much. Tara and Garcia grabbed one together since Garcia was a lot more gone than Tara was.
But that left you with Luke whose car was in the garage a few blocks over. He was also completely sober by this point.
You had hugged everyone as they went out - even Spencer - and by the time they were all gone, the sadness had settled back into your chest. It was only made worse by the alcohol that heightened the emotions you were already having
“Come on, let me take you home,” Luke said as he pulled his jacket on. You looked up at him, tears brimming your eyes before you nodded. He frowned but you didn’t give him a chance to ask what was wrong before you were walking out of the bar.
It was colder than it had been when you headed out and you were shivering as you sped ahead of Luke. You wanted to get to his car as soon as possible, you didn’t want to have to think about him or how lonely you were or about how sad you were and the quicker you got home, the easier that would be.
“Hey!” Luke called from behind you, “You’re going the wrong way.” You paused in your steps, frowning deeper. Your plan had been thwarted by fate and you looked around, slightly confused. Then you turned around and he practically ran into you.
“Watch it,” You muttered. You waited for him to indicate which direction to walk but instead, he looked down at you, silently observing you, “What are you looking at?” You almost snapped. You weren’t angry with him but the frustration was building in your chest. You wanted to go home and you were cold. Your shoulders were hunched, the cold air seeping into your skin. You really didn’t dress for this weather and it was fucking freezing. And the more he stood and gawked at you, the colder it was gonna get.
“You cold?” He asked. You nodded, staring at the pavement as you waited for him to move. You didn’t have the energy for this anymore, “Don’t argue.” You lifted your head and stared at the jacket he was holding out to you. You scrutinized him for a moment. “I said don’t,” He reminded as you opened your mouth to rebuke his offer.
With a huff you took the jacket, “Thanks,” You muttered. He nodded and once you had it on, he gestured for you to follow him.
The two of you walked in silence down the block.
Your mind was full of too many thoughts to make anything coherent but the more you walked, the more tears began to build in your eyes. All you could think about was your dad being on the other side of the country and that your mom hated when he was away and that your friends had been off with you all month but you didn’t know why. You missed your dad and you wanted your best friend to just come and see you and hug you but you weren’t that lucky. Instead, she dodged your texts and avoided any plans to meet up with you. Of course you respected that but it didn’t make it hurt any less.
And then you were crying.
“Woah, hey, hey,” Luke quickly stopped the two of you. You swiped the tears away from your face, giving him a teary smile and hoping that he wouldn’t question you. He didn’t need to know about this. You couldn’t tell him but also you knew that if he asked you would spill your guts, “What’s up? You’ve been off all month. You gonna tell me what’s going on or are we just gonna ignore it again?” You stared down at your feet, kicking the pavement, “Please.”
“I wish I could ignore it,” You mumbled bitterly. Those words just seemed to make it worse and before you even knew it, tears were slipping down your face again. When you glanced up, Luke was frowning which only seemed to break you more, “I’m really fucking lonely, Luke. My best friend from home, she just doesn’t seem to want to be my friend anymore and I don’t know what to do about it. What am I supposed to do? I just want to see her and hug her and I want her to tell me that she does still care about me but that just doesn’t seem to be the case. And like, logically, I know that she’s busy and she’s got this new boyfriend which seems to be really serious but it’s so fucking lonely. And, and I’m just so tired all the time but I can’t sleep because if I sleep-” Your voice cracked at that, tears spilling down your face, “then then I get these horrible like dreams and I know that they’re just anxiety dreams. I know that none of it’s true but it’s so hard. I don’t- I don’t know what I’m supposed to do and I just wanna talk to my dad but I can’t and my mom’s health is just getting worse and my dad is in fucking Olympia looking after his parents and I’m like fucking 30 so it shouldn’t be this hard but it is and everything is just making it so hard to sleep. Like why would I wanna sleep if I’m just getting pseudo nightmares but I need to sleep. But I frankly sleep like shit anyway and I’m tossing and turns for hours and-”
You abruptly cut yourself off with a sob, “I’m so tired,” You choked out. Your hand moved to cover your mouth as your shoulders shook and the tears raced down your cheeks. Your vision was blurry and when you looked up at Luke, he was just a splodgy figure. You felt like you couldn’t breathe and it was all too much.
Luke grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into his chest and something about his warm comfort made it worse.
You completely broke and sobbed even harder. Your whole body shook with every ugly sound that fell from your lips as you gripped onto the back of Luke’s shirt. You didn’t understand why you were so upset and you knew that you would regret the alcohol in the morning. And the thought of having to deal with this in the morning just made you sob harder.
“I’m sorry,” You managed between sobs. Luke hushed you softly, running his hand down your back in soothing circles, “It never gets easier-” You got out, “I thought it would get easier.” Luke frowned, “Why isn’t it easier?” You continued to blubber as you sobbed against his chest. He hushed you again, resting his head against yours.
“It’s okay,” He insisted softly. You shook your head against him, gripping onto him tighter. You felt ridiculous, you knew you were ridiculous but you couldn’t stop yourself. None of this was okay and the second that thought came to your head you sobbed even harder.
“It’s not okay,” You blubbered, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong, I just want to be okay, I’m sorry,” Luke kept a hold of you, holding you through your blubbers of apologies as you sobbed and shook against his chest. He didn’t know what else to do other than hold you. Snot was dripping from your nose and you were breathing raggedly, barely able to get oxygen in between the sobs. But he didn’t care, he just held you.
It took a few minutes but between his soothing words and soft hushes, you managed to calm down. The tears began to dry up and you squeezed your eyes shut, taking a few more deep breaths to calm down your system.
You let out a mumble of apologies but he shook his head, “Come on, let’s get you home, it’s not safe out here.” His voice had softened significantly and you nodded, trying to control the sobs as you slowly pulled away from him. He lifted his hand up to wipe the tears from your cheek and he gave you a soft smile. His skin against yours soothed you and the way he was looking at you made your stomach flip in that funny way.
Part of you wanted to kiss him right in that moment but you couldn’t even if your faces were only inches apart. You weren’t going to do that to him. That would be weird and made going to work tomorrow even more awkward than it was going to be.
He stepped back from you and the two of you then walked up to where his car was parked and he opened the passenger side door for you. You slipped inside and settled into the seat. It wasn’t until that moment that you realized you were surrounded by the smell of him. It seemed to keep the tears at bay for now.
The jacket smelt like him, the car smelt like him and the quiet as Luke strapped himself - and you - in gave you time to think. Too much time and you began to think about how nice Luke was being and how nice he smelt but that you could never find someone like him. That you were going to be alone forever and the tears began to fall again.
You tried to keep it in but it was hard. Luke noticed almost instantly, a frown spreading across his face. He leant over the center console to try and get you to look at him but you turned away. You used your fingers to wipe away the tears and he moved back into the driver’s seat.
Part of him wanted to get you to talk about it but you were drunk, vulnerable and not in the right mindset. So, he asked if you could give him directions to your place and you nodded, face still turned away. Once the car started, you quietly directed him through the streets and he parked up in front of your apartment building. You both got out of the car and he watched as you typed in the code for your building.
“You don’t have to walk me to my apartment door,” You muttered. The crying had sobered you up a little and the guilt was creeping in. You wanted him to walk you to your apartment, you wanted him to stay with you but you didn’t want him to feel like he had to.
“I’d feel better walking you” He retorted. You nodded and the two of you walked into the building together. Your arms wrapped around yourself. His jacket kept you warm and you used it to cover your front, already feeling too emotionally exposed.
You gave the security guard a smile and a nod of your head as you walked to the elevator. Luke kept close to you, glancing around but neither of you said anything as you got into the elevator. The tears had dried up on the drive again but everything was just too much.
As you stood in the elevator, your thoughts were left to wonder again. You let out a sudden sob, shoulders shaking as you tightened your arms around torso. Luke’s head snapped to you and within a second, he had pulled you into him again. The guilt, anxiety and sadness swirled in your gut and you blubbered out apologies.
But the tears kept coming and the sadness turned into frustration with yourself. You rested your forehead against his chest as you sobbed and tried to control your breathing but it was impossible, “Why do I keep crying?” You sobbed, frustrated and sad. He couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped his lips.
“You’ve drunk too much,” He said simply. You rolled your eyes, tears spilling down your cheeks before you let out another choked sob-chuckle. Luke was so comforting and he held you, keeping an eye on the floor that you were on.
“I just miss my dad y’know,” You mumbled against his chest, holding back the sob. He nodded and rubbed your back softly.
You took a shaky breath. You couldn’t sob again. You needed to keep it together and so, as the floors ticked by, you kept taking deep breaths. You kept trying to make yourself better. By the time the elevator doors opened for your floor, you felt a little better.
You led Luke towards your apartment door, “I can’t believe I’m fucking crying over my dad at 30. It’s pathetic,” You mumbled softly. Luke shook his head and watched as you tried to open the door. Despite the fact that the sobs had stopped, your vision was still blurry and the drinks were making it hard to get the key in the door. Your hands just wouldn’t stop shaking no matter how much you tried to get them to stop.
“Let me,” He offered, holding his hand out for the key. You passed them over to him without even a second of thought and stepped back, wrapping your arms around yourself again, “Do you need me to come in or are you okay?” He asked once he had managed to get the door open. You stared at him for a moment before looking at your apartment. You then stared at your feet.
Luke could see the thoughts running through your head, “You don’t have to let me in.” You knew that. You knew that he wouldn’t be offended. But it was whether you wanted to be alone that was really playing on your mind. You hated being left alone with your thoughts but you still felt guilty for ruining the end of his night.
“You don’t have to but I don’t wanna be alone yet. So, could you come in?” You requested. He nodded and then gestured for you to head inside. He walked in behind you, closing the door and putting the keys on the side. Your apartment was probably the cleanest it had been in a while. Ever since you started implementing random boxes that you could put stuff in to sort out at a later date, everything was much cleaner. But you weren’t really thinking about that when you walked in. You didn’t even think about the fact that Luke had never seen your apartment before.
“Want a glass of water?” He asked. You nodded, brushing your tears away with the edge of your thumbs. You felt so silly.
“I’m just gonna go change,” You mumbled. He nodded as he wandered over to your kitchen. He then began to search the cupboards for a glass while you stripped out of your clothes in the bedroom. You hung Luke’s jacket on the back of your door before adding the jeans and bodysuit to your dirty washing basket. You hadn’t even thought that you should probably give his jacket, your mind too distracted with everything else that was swirling in a dangerous tsunami through your brain.
You grabbed a pair of pajama pants from the clean basket and pulled them on before you grabbed the Metallica shirt that you liked to wear to bed. It used to be your dad’s and he had given it to your years ago while you were in college. You had kept it ever since and wore it whenever you missed him. Like tonight.
You headed back out of the bedroom to see that Luke had a glass of water ready for you. He placed it down on the counter just as you reappeared. He took in your appearance and he seemed to pause for a moment. Though you didn’t think much about it, more concerned with getting to the glass of water. Your throat was dry and the crying had started to give you a headache.
“You into Metallica?” He asked. You shrugged and picked up the glass of water.
“My dad is more of a fan than me but I’ll listen occasionally,” You responded with a small smile on your face. When you were younger, your car rides were filled with Metallica, Iron Maiden, AC/DC, all the classics. Your dad loved listening to them and you had grown to love them just the same. Not so much now that you were older, but still.
“A man of good taste,” Luke said as he watched you fiddle with the glass. You then took a long sip of water before downing the entire glass. You clearly needed it and you were quick to refill the glass before Luke could get the chance to offer.
So, he took the opportunity to glance around your apartment. He noticed the boxes of random stuff but didn’t say anything. He wasn’t sure if much of the team had seen your apartment but it was neat. It smelt just like you and it was like someone had taken your personality and thrown it at an apartment. All of it screamed: you.
There were bookshelves of books, CDs, collectable vinyls and comics. Each shelf was decorated with trinkets that you had collected over the years. Pop figures, figurines from when you were younger, silly little things that your mum bought you for Christmas. It was so you.
He would say that your apartment was worse than Penelope’s but nothing could beat the well-loved clutter of Penelope Garcia’s life. You were more modest in your love but plants, posters and paintings still hung in every part of your apartment.
“Do you paint?” He asked after a moment. You glanced away from the fridge that you had opened in search of snacks.
“Uhm, sometimes. They’re mostly crap and I do it when I’m depressed more than anything. My sister’s better at it than me, I just, do it for fun,” You explained as you turned back to the fridge. The water had made you feel a little better and though the guilt still lingered in your stomach, you felt soothed by Luke’s presence more than anything.
You grabbed some red grapes from your fridge and quickly began to pick them off the stalk and eat them as you continued to debate what to eat before you went to bed. The grapes didn’t taste as good as they had before you left for the case but they were still good.
Luke had gone quiet as he walked out of the kitchen to admire your paintings through the gloom of the apartment. Neither of you had bothered to switch the lights on, you hated the big lights and there was enough light that you could both move around without an issue.
You placed the grapes back in the fridge and began to search through your boxes of leftovers before you spotted your leftover pizza from a few days ago. You let out an excited squeal as you placed the box of leftovers on the side and grabbed a plate.
“Leftover pizza, my beloved,” You mumbled as you opened up the container. All the slices were perfectly intact and you could have kissed your past self for saving you the delicious goodness for tonight. You did the mental math to make sure that the pizza was still good and as far as you remembered, it would still be good.
So, you transferred the slices to a plate, Luke watched with a suspicious eye as you went to put the plate in the microwave but he quickly said;
“Woah, woah, what are you doing?” He rushed back to the kitchen. You were still holding the plate of pizza slices before you turned back to look at him. His face was half-lit by the moon and you tilted your head to the side.
“Heating up my pizza,” You responded. Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed as you looked at him like he was a dumbass. In reality, he often was a fucking idiot but not with this.
“That is a crime against pizza. Give it here. Where’s your frying pan?” He asked as he walked over, holding his hand out for the plate. You practically glared at him - not happy with him depriving you of your midnight snack - before you passed him the plate, reluctantly. Microwaved pizza was always good to you but you would let him make the stupid pizza how he wanted to.
“That cupboard,” You gestured over. Luke nodded and you watched as he grabbed the frying pan, turned your stove on. He then glanced back at you and sent you a smile.
“Go lie down. I’ll bring it over when it’s done,” He said. You frowned but reluctantly gave in and trudged to the couch. You dropped down onto it and curled up, grabbing the remote. You flicked on Netflix and curled your head into the pillow as you put on your comfort show. You could hear Luke clattering about in the kitchen and he flicked the under the cupboard lights on while you sat in relative darkness.
Time passed like molasses and yet, it clearly wasn’t as slow as you thought because suddenly Luke had your reheated pizza on a plate waiting for you. He warned you that it was hot as you reached out for a slice. He was right and you had to drop it back to the plate, pouting. But the pizza was crispy and you could already tell from just looking at it.
“You’ll never go back,” He insisted with a small smile. You rolled your eyes and picked up the slice again, blowing on it before taking a bite. The cheese was definitely still a bit too hot but he was right. It was better than you could have expected. The crunch on the crust was to die for and the meltiness of the cheese was better than when you had first cooked it. You could have died right there. You stared at Luke, baffled by how good it was.
“I would drop to my knees and do unspeakable things to you right now,” You stated, not even thinking before the words had tumbled out of your mouth. It quickly became clear to you that even though you had sobered up, the filter between your brain and your mouth was still very much gone. The two of you just stared at each other.
His eyes widened slightly at your confession and he blinked slowly at you. It was very clear to him that your filter had been obliterated. He had been expecting it after the stories. But not like this. That was. He didn’t know what to say.
But he managed to compose himself, clearing his throat and saying; “But you’re drunk so you’re just gonna eat the pizza,” He said. You nodded, quickly turning away from him and you returned back to the pizza, munching on it as you focused on the episode. Luke couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. He was happy that you were and he sat with you as you ate the pizza.
It only took the two of you a few minutes until you had settled back into that comfortable feeling and you shuffled up to him. You offered him a slice and he happily ate it as he indulged you. Your head rested against him as you wrapped an arm around his, keeping it hostage for yourself.
The two of you watched a few episodes of the show before the pizza was finished and you eventually fell asleep snuggled up to Luke’s side. It was probably the fastest you’d fallen asleep in months and he was just glad that you were asleep.
Once he was sure you were knocked out for good, he picked you up from the sofa and carried you into your bedroom. He tucked you into bed and then closed the door. He washed up the plate and the frying pan as quietly as he could before writing a note on a sticky note he found on your coffee table. He then quietly left your apartment, the door clicking shut behind him.
He didn’t want to risk waking you up so he was as silent as he could be.
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❤ ENEMIES TO LOVERS W/ MIRIO TOGATA FT. SHORT READER ❤
Repost of the fic because my dumb ass DELETED IT :((
WARNINGS: swearing, slight suggestibe themes. bickering and general bullfuckery with my scrungly <3
You absolutely despised how positive this man was, why is he so loud all the time? why does he tell lame jokes? how is he always so smiley? isn’t it tiring?
You scoffed whenever he entered the room, you rolled your eyes when he addressed you and did all sorts of rude things just to get a rise out of him.
Of course he noticed all the stank faces you threw at him for just breathing in your general direction. And quite frankly he’s had enough.
That’s perfectly fine, two can play that game.
“Ey Mirio, you got the notes to the class? Your fucking lamp post of a body was blocking my view from the board.”
“Bold of you to assume I was even taking notes, Lord Farquad.”
After that its CONSTANT BICKERINGGGG. The both of you keep trying to find some way or the other to get on the others nerves.
Very entertaining to see you two fight, “Better than Love Island” quotes Tamaki.
“You have the personality equivalent to a wet sock covered in glitter”
“Real.”
“Talking with you feels like putting on an itchy sweater that’s six sizes too small.”
“Fells like I’m pouring straight bleach into my eyes when I look at you.”
“FUCK YOU, GO TO HELL”
“Noted. Savin’ u a seat, you want the kiddie size or are you big enough to sit in the regular ones?”
Does the stupidest things to get your attention, takes out all your pen cartridges, blunts your sharpener, flicks erasers at you, messes with ur binder notes mixing subjects, sending u pictures of minion tic tacts saying “Look its you <3”, vandalizing your textbooks ect ect.
Unrelated but he’s got u saved as “Fucky Faced Chihuahua” cause he heard you got him saved as “Sentient Shitstain”
He’ll shove his hand to cover your entire face to silence you.
“Ah pupupupuh shut.”
Favourite past time is commenting on your height and watching you get all huffy and red about it. Constantly using your head as an arm rest, putting your favourite mug on the top shelf and hiding the stool you use loves seeing you jump to get it and snatching stuff from your desk which you left unattended dangling it over your head. He is fully entertained when you bark at him.
He’s normally un-phased at your snarky comments and playfully goes along but one rare occasions he’ll let you have it.
“God help you if you interrupt me one more time for I am going to pour cement into your ears”
“YOU LYING, CHEATING, DUSTY LITTLE FUCK TRUMPET-”
“Your smooth brain cant even recall what a participant phrase is, let alone you being able to comprehend the concept itself.”
Zero chill during sparring session. none at all.
Oh you think you’re besting him bc you manages to land a singular punch on him? bet, he’ll body slam you further asserting how small you are compared to the absolute giant he is.
Somewhere along the lines the bickering and taunting turns into passive aggressive flirting and its just glorious.
“I am going to smother you with a pillow shut the fuck up”
“BET, who’s dorm?”
“That is the ugliest fucking shirt i have ever seen you wear.”
“take it off then if you have a problem with it??”
“…”
“...wAIT-”
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The Saint, The Sinner & The Devil Pt. 1
Mafia AU x Narcos x TLOU Cross Over
Characters: Mafia DBF!Joel Miller, Corrupt Javier Pena + You/Reader
Content Warnings: Age Gap, Size Difference, Rough Sex, DBF, Dirty Talk, Daddy might be used in later parts, No Use of Y/N, Threesome, name calling, might be more that I've missed!
Disclaimer & Notes: 1.6k Words >> Yes I know they're the same FC but shhh they're different and it works beautifully. This was inspired by a conversation with the beautiful @dreamsofmandalore
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Joel swiped the pad of his thumb across his tongue before flicking through a stack of hundreds. Counting out ten Benjamin's, he handed them over to the agent currently leaning against the wall of his office. Javier was as corrupt as they come, his weekly payment something he'd always collected in person. "And the other half?" He asked in a low drawl, nodding to the door behind Joel as he pocketed the cash.
"Your usual is waiting for you." The money was only half of it. For a DEA agent, Javier Pena was one of his easiest bribes. Sometimes he wondered if the cash was just a diversion, an excuse for him to let out the sinner within. It was hardly enough to justify looking the other way on his dealings and yet here they were, doing the same song and dance they always did.
Joel rose to full height, his ageing knees cracking from the shift in position. He pushed the thought aside, ignoring the fact that fifty-seven wasn't the same as thirty. As far as he was concerned, if he could draw a gun, he had plenty of life left in him.
Ring laden fingers closed around the door handle, pulling it open as Pena brushed passed him. "You joining me this time, Miller?"
Scrubbing his face in contemplation, he checked the rolex on his wrist. Pena was the last meeting on his agenda for the evening. He'd planned on taking his girl home with him but his favourite happened to be Pena's, too... "Ah, fuck it," he motioned to the center of the room, closing and locking the door behind them both after stepping in with him.
The room was nondescript, aged wine colored walls, dark wooden floorboards, a large, deep purple velvet covered daybed in the corner; and you in the middle. Your hands are bound behind your back, the soft leather cuffs tight but not uncomfortable. It's the only thing you're wearing, knowing exactly how Javi likes you. Unencumbered. Your gaze averted, studiously watching the floor despite every fiber of your being screaming at you to look up, to take in the sight of him.
He was so handsome, so was the boss. The pair so similar they could be brothers. They were two sides of the same coin, the dark and supposed light of an unrelenting war - but in this room, they were predators and you, their prey. You shouldn't enjoy his sessions as much as you do but the truth was, you looked forward to them. This had become your favorite part of the week. When you weren't with Joel, that was.
The boys circle you, moving in opposite direction, in perfect synchronicity as they both eye you hungrily. "I never tire of this one, you know?" Pena's accent was always thicker whenever he was in a room with you. So turned on it was like he fell deeper into those base instincts, his field of vision limited to you, and exactly what he'd planned on doing to that perfect little body of yours. You bite your lower lip, your chest rising and falling as you wait with bated breath for one of them to make their move. Joel hung back, letting the agent take the first step. He always did. You knew why they were there, understood the importance of making Agent Pena happy.
He moved behind you, your back pressed against the broad expanse of his chest, both men towering over you even with Joel standing a few steps away. Javier's hand reached around you tenderly, sliding up your thigh, over your stomach towards your breasts. He cupped one, kneading it between his fingers. Your eyes flick towards Joel's, an unspoken question phrased in the way you look at him. “Yes, little one. You'll get to service us both tonight.”
It was the only explanation you were going to get; the only one you needed. Your back arched for the agent, pressing yourself against his palm as his fingers found your nipple, rolling it between them. It wasn't long before Joel closed the distance between you, joining the other man. A large hand slipping down between your legs, three fingers forced into your cunt without hesitation, stretching you wide. Dipping his head, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a low murmur. “Mmm, always so tight for me, aren't you, baby?”
His forearm started to move, back and forth, fucking you with a skilled hand, your moans filling the small room. Javier's fist locked in your soft hair, holding you still even though you weren't going anywhere. His hips shift forward, grinding his hard cock against your ass through the form fitting denim he was wearing. Joel's head bent forward, taking the nipple Javi had been working earlier between his lips.
You moan at the attention, lapping it up, loving being sandwiched between the two violent men. You knew the drill, behave and you shall be rewarded… and so far? You were doing splendidly. Javi's free hand found your tight little ass, massaging it roughly. A low groan fell from his lips, blending with the hard slap that echoed off the walls as you squeal for him. "What do you say, whore?" Joel's voice, commanding in your ear. "Thank you, sir." There was no hesitation in your breathy response.
He could see Javi over your shoulder, his eyes locked onto Joels. There was a glint of approval in them that made the older male proud. His hand came down again, another hard slap in exactly the same spot. Over and over again. Each time, you oblige him with a thank you, Sir and all the while, Joel continued his three finger assault.
Pausing only to give his own hand a break, he palmed at the heat of your flesh, massaging the brilliant mark he’d left behind. His cock was painfully hard, the sight of you writhing between them driving him wild. Tightening his hold on your hair, a harsh jerk forcing your slender back to arch. Your clit grinding against Joel's palm as Javi worked the zipper on his jeans. There would be no foreplay from him, no warning you up or allowing his favorite little toy a chance to get used to the idea of what he was about to do… He lined the swollen head up with your tightest hole and slammed balls deep into your ass.
You scream at the invasion, your walls massaging him as he pulls back, reaching the very tip and slamming home again. His thrusts brutal as he drills into you. From this angle, he could feel Joels fingers against his length. If only it was his cock, instead...
Clearly, Joel was of the same mind as he’d raised his head, the hand not buried in your cunt sliding the zipper of his pants down. His hard cock sprung free of its binds, and he swapped the fingers with his length in a matter of seconds.
The males groaned on impact, their rhythm perfectly in sync. As one moved out, the other moved in. They had done this dance before, were well versed in what they liked…their eyes locked over your head as the pace intensified.
Joel raised his fingers, still slick with their juices, forcing them between your lips. The soft glow of the overhead light reflecting on the gold rings he wore. Your expert tongue cleaning yourself from Joel's fingers as he pushes them deeper. Javi used the fist in your hair to force your head forward, moving it back and forth. “Take it, slut.” The growl came from Javi and Joel groaned again…
Joel's other hand came down on your tits, catching the nipple hard. Your cry muffled, as was the thanks you offered to him. Pride filled his chest as you continued to behave. Such a good girl for him. Joel repeated his action, slapping you so hard the flesh bounced in retaliation.
Javi reached around to slap the other one at the same time, ensuring both were attended to while their cocks pistoned in and out of your tight little holes. Their bodies collided with such force, the slaps were as loud as those created by their hands.
Joel slid out from your slick heat, throwing a knowing glance Javi's way. On a groan, the hand in your hair forced your upper body forward, your legs kicked apart as your body was bent into a right angle. In a quick movement, Javi pulled out of your ass and slammed into your soaking cunt, filling the space Joel previously had.
The devilish grin on Joel's face widened as his hand now took over the hold on your hair, slapping the tip of his heavy length against your lips. “Open for me, whore.” You oblige immediately, your lips sucking that length in between them. He groaned as he let you take control, for a short while, anyway. That expert mouth working Joel like you did this for a damn living.
He could see the muscles on his abdomen ripple and constrict as his breath tightened. Javi continued with his brutal pace, fucking you mercilessly. “Mmmm, such a good little fucktoy. Take it, that's a good girl.” He groaned, slapping your bright red cheeks. His hands dug into the small of your hips, leveraging himself against you to fuck you harder.
For Javi, it wasn't about the money, or the whores. He could get them anywhere. The cash was cream on the top; the real bribe was you.
The kingpins daughter wasn't anything he could buy, you were something of a prize. The day he'd discovered your affair with your father's best friend, his right hand man, the Cartel's enforcer, turned out to be the best day of his goddamned life.
He'd had all the leverage he needed to take down an empire, the only problem was... he wanted you more.
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Ookay this one is really really tooth rotting fluff level
Tadc x reader who just realized christmas is coming, and is freaking out with absolute glee and childlike wonder
TADC cast x reader who loves christmas!
AAAAAA im so so sorry i could have sworn i answered this but i guess i didnt??? i promise i didnt mean to leave this in the inbox this long on purpose i think i must have lost track of stuff </3 regardless, i hope you enjoy!
admin must admit, asides from presents and the christmas tree, he doesnt do many holiday activities so... admin is underqualified for this but hes still gonna try!
a lot of the character segments intertwine in this btw! like not in a "similar idea" thing but in a "they are actually overlapping and interacting with one another" way so !!
side note unrelated to the post eheheheh the second batch of macarons have been piped! theyre now on the counter set out to dry, and ive got my ganaches out to get to room temperature so i can whip em up into a frosting :3
CAINE:
oh i just know that caine would lean hard into holiday stuff, plus i think he has the best sense of time in the digital world out of everyone.. plus he just seems like the kind of guy to celebrate all sorts of holidays, not just christmas! year round stuff, you know? not just winter... so you guys would likely team up and totally deck out the grounds to match the holiday spirit! sure caine on his own already puts in way too much effort decorating everything, he even makes it snow! but with you around he cranks it up to 11! lets just hope there arent any scrooges around, though.... also prepare yourself because he would definitely find a way to have christmas music play on loop in the background... somewhere... ambient music but its festive songs... i think caine is also the one responsible for most of the presents, since he can basically get most things with just a flick of his wrist! ooooo perhaps a date (platonic or romantic! up to you!) where you guys wrap the gifts together!
POMNI:
funny enough, while i usually think pomni would SUCK at cooking, i think she can make a mean hot coco. granted, hot coco and/or hot chocolate arent the hardest things to make, but... i dont know, its just different when she makes it... (recommendation from the admin, add a bit of cinnamon or nutmeg to your hot coco its a game changer frfr, this goes for a lot of chocolate stuff, actually. its like the chocolate-coffee effect but like. makes a different flavor profile. add a bit of nutmeg to your chocolate chip goodies. rn.)
anyways! pomni always keeps you supplied with hot coco, and honestly it benefits you both! keeps you nice and warm, plus its delicious; and it gives pomni something to do... i mean, its christmas... surely she can take it easy from trying to find the exit... just for the season... helps with her anxiety about the whole situation, you know? making digital food sure is weird, though...
RAGATHA:
as mentioned in gangles part, she joins you and gangle in helping making a skirt for the tree! keeping up with the idea of sewing things, i think she would also make stockings for everyone; leaving most of them blank so everyone can customize them however they like... but you and her get together to decorate your own together and just !! i just think thats sweet! depending on how soon caine starts putting the christmas stuff around, you and her might be able to make some ugly sweaters for yourselves! thats a christmas thing, right? oooo and they match.... OOOO YOU GUYS MAKE AN EXTRA LONG SCARF FOR YOU GUYS TO SHARE!!!! rolls around... she makes you mittens so you can go mess around in the snow caine put all over the grounds
JAX:
snowball fight. and i mean really intense once. in fact it wouldnt be too much of a stress to call it a snowball WAR! honestly jax might just be the type to put rocks in his snowballs.... but because this is meant to be nice and sweet, he wont... just this once, and because he feels TOO mean crushing your holiday spirit (even if your digital body would quickly recover from the possible injury...)
you guys make forts and go absolutely ham. the stuff ragatha had made for the two of you! i mean sure you guys cant succumb to hypothermia, buuuuuuuuuut being really painfully cold still sucks... but the sweaters help you guys stay out for longer to play! and you can perhaps ask pomni to make some hot coco
oh yes its all coming together
ooo perhaps you convince jax to make snow angels and snowmen with you... though, i think jax would make the snowmen purposefully unappealing... but maybe you think hes actually trying his best... oh you jolly little thing..
KINGER:
okay so i admit this one might be a stretch and its mostly because his robe already has the fur and he gives off grandpa energy (even though hes only 48 but hey some grandpas become grandpas young) but imagine somehow someway he dresses up as santa (and i say that loosely, his robe turns red and the fur turns a plain white), bonus if he wears a hat to tie in the entire look. while caine is the one getting the gifts and wrapping them, i like to think kinger would ask to be the one to put them under the tree at an ungodly hour. sweet man. chews
as for an interaction with the reader... hmm.. hes the last character im writing, everyone else already has their parts done... the one christmas activity i can think of that hasnt been taken yet is baking! honestly i can see him being a decent chef! maybe its the dad/granddad energy speaking to me again... perhaps its the admin projecting... buuuut imagine you two make shaped cookies togehter; stars, candy canes, trees, bells, ect... and you ice them together! sure they may not be the prettiest or look the most professional; but does that really matter when youre having fun? they still taste delicious!
ZOOBLE:
ok i get it, i tend to lean hard into the zooble being negative and/or unimpressed with things a liiiiiiiiittle too often, but again zooble doesnt strike me as the type to enjoy most holidays. they seem more of a halloween person to me, you know? though, i think that they would switch out their antennae for ones that resemble antlers more... or if they dont have those, they string lights up on them! all for you, just because they know how excited the holiday makes you. they dont care about many things, but they care about you... and if it means doing (harmless) things they normally wouldnt do, then so be it! dont expect them to get in on many holiday activities, though...
GANGLE:
you and her make decorations for the grounds and the giant digital tree caine put in the main common area! handmade ornaments, paper stars and snowflakes, things like that! you and gangle stay up take cutting each thing, applying the colors and the glitter and any small details.... dozens of times.... because caine chose a tree that was way too big than it needed to be.... oh you might have to have gangle on your shoulders so she can reach the higher points of the tree! sits and thinks.... ooouuuuuuuuugh you guys make a skirt for the tree together with the help of ragatha... little group activity... sobs...
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April Fools
Note: Tiny TOS ficlet for @goblinsharknecromancy 's prompt! Thanks!
“But Vulcans do not lie.” Spock raised an imperious eyebrow.
“It’s not a lie,” Kirk insisted. “It’s a prank. It’s completely different.”
“I do not see the purpose in telling Dr. McCoy something which is abjectly untrue for the purposes of own amusement…even if it is Dr. McCoy.”
Some clever soul on the Enterprise (Kirk had heard it was Kevin Riley) had figured out that it was April 1 and connived to bring back the old Terran tradition of April Fools.
As far as Kirk knew, no one had come for Bones yet.
He stood with Spock just outside the sickbay, leaning in close to discuss their little conspiracy and trying to ignore the attractive length of Spock’s eyelashes and the curve of his lips.
It was getting more difficult to ignore that attraction lately, as well as everything he felt for Spock.
“Spock, he’s been driving me absolutely crazy lately with the teasing,” Kirk said, rolling his eyes.
“Always making little jokes that you and I are…you know. Together. I mean…” Kirk blushed. “Imagine! You and I… Ha!”
“Does the thought offend you, Captain?” Spock said, cocking his head.
“Of course not!” Kirk blurted. “Why, anybody who ended up with you should fall on their knees with gratitude! You deserve everything! I should be so lucky! But that’s not the point!”
Spock stood up a little straighter, his gaze flicking away. But Kirk didn’t miss the hint of a smile on his face. “And what is the point, sir?”
“To make Bones’ head explode. Metaphorically,” Kirk said with a shrug. “For a second anyway.”
“Very well. Let us proceed with the…prank.”
“Alright!” Kirk clapped him on the shoulder.
In the sickbay they found McCoy focussed on a tray of blood samples and he looked up as they entered, sitting back on his stool and crossing his arms. “Well, if it isn’t Troilus and Cressida.”
“Bones,” Kirk said, puffing up his chest. “We have something very important to tell you.”
“A matter of utmost importance,” Spock added.
Bones’s eyebrows shot up and he looked back and forth between them. “Yeah? Let’s hear it.”
Spock swallowed and said, “The captain and I are to be married. The nuptials will take place on Vulcan in two weeks’ time.”
Spock’s gaze flicked over to the captain who was obviously trying very hard to remain straight-faced.
Bones on the other hand…
Bones’ mouth dropped open yet instead of his eyes bugging out comically as Kirk had expected, they watered and he lunged forward, throwing his arms around both their necks.
“Why, that’s wonderful!” Spock squeezed them together and Kirk looked over Bone’s shoulder at Spock, who glared back, accusatory. “After all this time! This is the best thing I’ve ever heard!” He broke away, clasping his hands. “Am I in the wedding party? Now, if I’m not in the wedding party, Captain, I may commit a mutiny so-”
“Bones..” Kirk suddenly felt terrible. “Uh…”
“What what?” Bones rubbed his hands together. “Wait, this calls for a drink! Spock you’re having one too. I don’t care what you say!”
“Bones, it’s uh… Well, we were just…” Kirk licked his lips. “That is…”
“April Fools,” Spock said sternly.
“April…” Bones’ expression darkened rapidly. “Are you saying it’s not true?!”
“Not as such,” Spock said.
“Well, for Pete's sake! You get a guy all excited!” Bones wagged his finger in Kirk’s face. “Thought you two had finally gotten your heads out of your rear ends, but I guess that was too much to hope for! Get out of my office! Out! And don’t come back till you’ve sorted yourselves out! Out! OUT!”
Spock and Kirk found themselves shoved back out into the corridor and Kirk sighed, straightening his tunic, chagrined under Spock’s penetrating gaze.
“That didn’t go quite how I expected,” Kirk muttered. “Spock, do you ever think…?”
“Yes, Captain?” Spock took a step toward him.
“Maybe we should just… Rather…” Kirk screwed up his courage, cursing whatever fates had given him such bravery in anything unrelated to his feelings for Spock. “Spock, the truth is I do feel… Well, how would you like to go on a date? With me? Romance-wise?”
“I would be quite amenable to that, Jim,” Spock said. “Though, I am not inclined to take you at your word on today of all days.”
“Right.” Kirk clutched Spock’s shoulder and leaned in, kissing him softly. “Is that a little more convincing?”
“It is…” Spock’s voice cracked. “A helpful data point. Perhaps, more evidence would-”
Kirk chuckled and kissed him again, wrapping his arms around him, suddenly feeling as if a planet long out of orbit had suddenly found its way.
“Well, thank God for that,” Bones grumbled from the doorway. “I was serious, by the way. I better be in that wedding party!”
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Clandestined [Part 2] [Dom King! Loki x Fem. Reader] 18+
A link to my Masterlist is HERE
Summary: Find PART ONE here. Dom King! Loki isn't done with you yet on his first night seated on Asgard's throne (w/c 1.6k)
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Shameless smut. Sex. Dom! Loki. Language. Throne sex. Degradation. Grey consent. Public sex. Did I say smut?
Two of the King’s fingers raised your chin to meet his gaze as you panted beneath him, still straddled on his thigh.
“Never doubt me again, beloved” he murmured, “…this is only the beginning.”
You tried to stand, the leather of his trousers painfully sharp against your swollen clit still ripe from orgasm. He let out a dark chuckle as you flinched, a ghosting smile that didn’t reach his eyes flickering as he pressed a strong hand against your hip, pushing you down.
“Loki, let me go.” you whispered; the cloud of climax lifting as your senses sharpened. The soft rustle of the guards’ careful breathing a reminder that you were not alone.
“You would command your King?” he hissed as his eyes flashed with warning, “…and note that in this and every room you will address me as Your Majesty.”
His tone was sour as he chastised you, flecks of saliva spattering against your cheek as you braced against his words like a wave.
Loki angled his head; his bright eyes full of lustful anger as seidr faded his helmet to nothing, exposing slick jet black hair which tumbled to brush the shoulders of his armour. The mighty golden staff that had not left his grip since your arrival in the Great Hall dissolved alongside him as his fingers sought another prize to grasp.
One palm flattened under the curve of your thigh which sat between his own, lifting it effortlessly before repeating the movement on his other side and pulling you towards him with a yank. You exhaled sharply as your breasts pressed against his hard chest-plate, the coolness radiating through the silk of your dress.
“You said it wouldn’t be the proper way of things…until we’re married” you stuttered as his thick cock still wet with your saliva grazed between your butt cheeks underneath your dress, “you said…”
He hummed thoughtfully as you spoke, his enjoyment of your protestations creeping through his solemn tone, “I know what I said my innocent girl. What I meant was, that it would not be proper to finally take that teasing cunt in my chambers like an ordinary man…”
He leant forwards, sucking a bruising kiss on your heaving bosom. Your gaze widened as his eyes raised slowly to yours, your breaths shallow.
“…when I could take it on my throne as your King.”
Before the final word had left his lips, his hands gripped around your waist and raised you; crashing you mercilessly down to his rigid cock.
A cry resounded around the marble hall, ringing between ancient pillars as your head fell back. The sensation of his length filling you, painfully exquisite in its unexpected brutality.
He didn’t wait before he thrust up into your soaked pussy, the force of his length bottoming out deep inside your core with a flick of his hips.
Loki stilled, waiting for you to bring your head forward. His jaw clenching, teasing out the sharp lines of his cheekbones as his lips pressed together in a smirk; one dimple flashing into view as he enjoyed your subservience.
“Who is it that commands you?” he asked loftily with the dignified air of someone who did not have their cock sheathed in the depths of your cunt. Your wistful fingers grasped at his jaw. The smooth skin that you remembered fantasising so often about kissing gently as he held you in a loving embrace ghosting beneath you.
“Answer me.” his hips snapped upwards with devastating force as his manhood impaled you again. You were airborne, rising above his lap from his effortless strength before collapsing to his unrelenting sex.
“Your Majesty.” you cried, halfway between a moan and a scream as adrenaline coursed through you, making your channel tighten around his length.
“Good” he whispered as he spread his arms to rest on the sides of the golden throne, widening his hips “…then I command you to fuck me. And fuck me well.”
Your hair fell in messy tendrils around your cheeks as you began to ride him, your knees pressed close to his leather clad thighs as the sting of the harsh fabric met your clit with every fall.
Loki’s eyes fluttered shut with a throaty groan. You squeezed your walls around his length, bracing your hands against his chest as you fucked your King, your God.
The tentative clink of armour chimed behind you as the Einherjar who remained on guard shuffled awkwardly. A cruel smile flashed across your lover’s upturned face as he noted your collective discomfort.
“They are here to serve me, just as you are. Do not stop.” he warned, eyeing you warily.
You looked at him with disbelief as your gyrations slowed, savouring his devastatingly handsome features twisted darkly under the effects of lust and power. He had never been more alluring. He would consume you in this form, and you would let him.
Purposefully, you raised yourself to the edge of his wide tip, bringing your cleavage to his face as he moaned into your skin, burying himself. His cock squeezed back inside your channel achingly slowly as you lowered. Inch by inch you felt the ridges of his length grasp against the wet walls of your pussy, clenching tightly as a low grimace of frustration seethed from between Loki’s teeth.
“You tease me?” he scolded, his broken breaths betraying arousal at the idea “you will regret that.”
In an instant, he raised you from his straining cock and thrust you to the seat below as he towered above. His cape swirled theatrically around his frame; eyes burning with malicious intent as his hands found their way to your hips and roughly spun you to face the high back of the throne.
“What will it take for you to understand” he hissed, as he hoisted the back of your silk skirts and kicked your legs wider “that I am no longer to be toyed with?”
You spread your arms across the expanse of the throne to steady yourself just as his incredible girth breached your entrance without warning, his unrestrained grunt of relief soaring upwards in the hallowed hall.
“Gods, Y/N you frustrate me…” Loki moaned as he buried himself deep inside you.
He pushed forward, your elbows bending against the gilded curves of gold that you had spent your life admiring from afar. One of Loki’s knees knelt on the edge of the seat to your side as he adjusted his angle to more thoroughly fuck you, his cock never departing as it rubbed in new angles that made your eyes roll back.
The leather covering his thighs smacked against your delicate flesh as he took you relentlessly, pounding you deeper into the crevices of the throne as every corner of the Hall of Asgard rang with your exalted moans. They became needy as he enjoyed your torment, writhing wantonly beneath each thrust of his muscular hips.
“So truly desperate for your King’s cock, aren’t you?” he managed to sneer between heavy breaths. You could only groan in response, strands of your hair sticking to your forehead as you pushed your body backwards onto him.
His thrusts slowed, edging you as you teetered on the brink of release.
“Are you finally going to obey me, pet?” he murmured. “Will you do as I command?”
You nodded, your forehead tapping against the back of the throne as he held you in place with one large hand on the small of your back.
“Say it.”
“Yes…Your Majesty” you spluttered, your tongue forgetting how to form words. You keened back against him, your slick pussy grasping around the tip of his motionless cock that sat teasingly at your entrance as he held you firm.
“Very well.”
He impaled you. Bottoming out as every nerve in your core seared with pleasure. “Cum for me now. Your King commands it.”
Obediently, your body complied.
Your legs shook as your climax rushed quaking like the rapture through your core; thundering in your blood as your walls clamped in ecstasy around his huge girth. A final deep moan of his title escaped your lips as you submitted to him entirely, your unwilling audience forgotten as you came around the King’s thick cock with frightening intensity.
Through your haze, you heard Loki join you. A low stoic groan escaping him as he pressed his armoured chest to your back, seeking every last inch of your constricted channel with a final powerful thrust as his seed spilled deep in your shuddering core.
He withdrew silently, fastening his trousers as you gazed up at the figure of legend over your shoulder through blurred vision. Your clothing was in disarray, your face flushed with sex, your reputation destroyed. And you didn’t care.
“One more thing before I release you” he said darkly “…spread yourself on my throne.”
You looked questioning at him as you turned and perched on the edge, his eyebrows raising in expectation. Cautiously, you raised the back of your skirts and set your naked ass on the seat, the cool metal a soothing balm against your throbbing quim.
“Spread.” he repeated firmly.
You obeyed, moving your hips to smear the dripping cum pooling between your widened thighs across the surface; the mix of your arousals sliding effortlessly from your skin across the polished gold.
Your eyes never left him as you marked yourself upon the centre of his power. His raven hair falling around his chiselled jaw as the royal sceptre re-appeared in his grip, his eyes smouldering with deep satisfaction.
“Now it is truly mine.” he said, the edges of his lips curling into a knowing smile.
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Kinktober Day 3: Threesome (Ethan Choi x Connor Rhodes x Reader)
Ethan is in charge, he always is. Out of the three of you he is the most dominant, the one that strives to be in control, and doesn’t he let you know it with his clipped, hushed tones. The way he speaks, it’s enough to get you off when he leaves you a voice note telling you exactly how he wants you to touch yourself.
Where Ethan is all steel and sharp edges, Connor is candied honey. He worships your body with wandering hands and a deviant tongue, whispering how beautiful you are, how good you look with his cock in your mouth, how fucking fantastic your pussy feels around his dick.
Ethan prefers having the two of you in his bed, it’s bigger and there’s more space to manoeuvre the two of you the way he wants to see you. Your hands are bound at the small of your back with one of those silk restraints, the ones that won’t mark your skin. You’ve already broke the rules once tonight and he won’t have it again.
Connor is underneath you, his face buried between your thighs. His palms grip your thighs pinning you to his mouth as his tongue ravages you. He sucks your clit between his lips, flicking over it until you cry out, your muscles tensing. He keeps you on the edge like that for an age, thrusting his tongue inside your needy core, devouring you sinfully.
Ethan’s hand threads through your hair, grasping it tightly in his fist as he stands beside the bed. His cock juts out, hard and dripping. You watch the droplet of pre-cum bead on the tip before he guides your lips to his dick, he smears it across your lips before he begins to force his way into your mouth. You have no power, no leverage. Your hands bound and Connor restraining your thighs, you can barely move as Ethan holds you in place by your hair and fucks into your mouth, your lips stretching to accommodate to his girth. He loves seeing you like his, your eyes wide and pleading as you struggle to take him, salvia running down the corners of your mouth.
You moan around his cock as Connor hits that sweet spot once again and it’s like a narcotic chasing through Ethan’s veins. He pushes in even deeper, watching the inches disappear into that intoxicating mouth of yours. He loves how wet you feel, how good you take him, the way you look at him like he’s everything you’ve ever needed. He will never tell you this, instead he shows you. Praise is not his thing and Connor does enough of that for the both of them. He gets off on you being their fuck toy, of using you the way that he wants while Connor takes care of you. It’s a perfect synergy.
Ethan is unrelenting, his presence is devastating and all consuming. You eat up his indifference like its candy. He is the only one that can strip away horrors of the day, that can debase you until those thoughts spill from your head and the only thing you can focus on is fucking being alive. It ignites something inside of you being with the two of them, you feel like you can breathe again, like the world is bathed in technicolour. It’s a release you’ve never been able to find anywhere else.
Ethan gives you a look, it’s full of hunger and fire as his palm settles on the back of your head. His hips plunge forward, burying his cock deep in your throat. You gag around his length, pretty tears rolling down the edges of your eyes, smudging your mascara. You look so fucking delectable like this, writhing against Connor’s mouth, with his cock deep in your mouth. His control is threadbare as he withdraws just a little before fucking back into your throat. That choked noise you make is enough get him close.
Ethan is rougher tonight but being beholden to him sets every single one of your nerve endings alight. His grunts puncture through your ears as Connor devours you like you’re his favourite fucking dessert. You’re freefalling, having pleasure taken from you, having it given, it’s too much.
Ethan’s hips snap faster. He’s a vison of coiled muscles and low, violent breathes. He fucks your mouth with a passion, like you are nothing but a vessel for his pleasure and you love it.
His grasp on your hair tightens, tugging at the roots. His cock pulses on your tongue and suddenly you’re hurtling over the edge, that heat spilling out of you and into Connor’s mouth. He licks up the juices like it’s the finest bourbon he’s ever tasted, savouring every single drop. Ethan’s thrusts once more, burying himself all the way down to the hilt, hot white streaks coat the back of your throat. You drink it down as he pumps in once more, painting your lips with final droplets of his cum.
His gaze is dark and unforgiving as his hand seizes your jaw, coercing your mouth into a sensuous pout.
“That’s the second time you’ve come without permission.”
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