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Girl On Film | Perv!Eddie Munson x Best friend reader: Part 2

Summary: When Eddie finally decides to make a move on his best friend, he can’t seem to find the right words. The only way to explain how he feels is to show her.

Warnings: 18+ Smut smut and nothing but the smut. minors dni // M and F oral receiving, P in V, unprotected sex (big no no), degrading and praise kink, slight breeding kink, cursing, cum tasting, face fucking, use of y/n but still mainly pet names.. just overall filth so if that’s not your thing, this isn’t for you lol

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A/n: Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals.. here’s part 2! No seriously tho, I am overwhelmed with the reaction I got from part 1 of this… good to know I’m not the only one who absolutely loves pervEddie! Again, still new at this so any feedback is welcomed! Please send in requests of what you’d want to see more of! Thank you again, enjoy x

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Rushing out the door to his van, Eddie’s heart was racing. He had so many questions and so much to say, but didn’t know where to begin. Why did you play along? How long have you felt this way? Is this some kind of joke? Did you really want him to make a move? He didn’t have time to question things now. He wanted you and from what he heard and saw on that tape, you wanted him too.

He finds himself back at your place for the third time, speeding the entire drive there. A drive that usually takes him ten minutes was shortened down to a mere five. I’m mean, can you blame the guy? He’s been on the edge of an orgasm all day and now he’s got a chance with the person who’s the cause of it all? Yeah, he’s definitely not wasting anymore time. Getting out of the van, he makes his way to your place. He repeatedly knocks real loud on your door which startles you.

“Jesus, what the hell?” You say as you make your way to the door. You open it quickly, only to be left standing there with confusion written all over your face when you find out who it is that’s causing all that noise. “Eddie, what the fuck? Why are you beating down my door?” You ushered him inside and closed the door. “Is something wrong? I thought Wayne needed you?”

“I lied.” He says, not wanting to get into the details of why and only wanting to hurry and make his move. He couldn’t wait any longer and any questions you had would have to wait.

“What? What do you m-” he doesn’t let you finish your sentence before he crashes his lips into yours, holding onto your face with both hands. It takes you by surprise, but you finally settle into the kiss and put your hands on his waist. You had be waiting so long for him to make the first move and here he was, doing just that.

He backs you both up and forcefully pushes you against the wall. He presses his whole body against you, practically trapping you where you stand. He’s got you right where he wants you. Breaking away from your lips, he starts to leave kiss after kiss on your neck. You can’t believe this is really happening.

“Ed- Eddie” you try saying, finding it hard to get the words out at a time like this.

“I’ve wanted this for such a long time, princess, you don’t even know.”

Eddie starts to gently grind himself against you. Groaning at the feeling of friction he so desperately needed, the wave of pleasure it gave him only making him more excited. Without even thinking, his hands move up to the collar of you shirt and rips it right down the middle. You gasp at the sudden ferocious nature of him, but you don’t stop it. In fact, you want more of it. You’re left there in nothing but your panties for him now and Eddie steps back so he’s able to take in the sight of you, in person this time.

“God, you really are beautiful. So fucking gorgeous, baby.” He says as he’s running his hands over your body, admiring every inch.

He leans down and takes one of your tits into his mouth, sucking and biting at it while using his hand to gently massage the other. After letting your nipple leave his mouth, covered in his saliva, he starts to kiss on your body again. He makes his way all over leaving small bruises across your neck and chest, causing you to moan in his ear. He reaches for your hand and guides you to his very prominent bulge that’s begging to be released from his sweatpants. Pulling away from you, he looks you in the eyes with blown out pupils, nothing but hunger can be seen from him.

“You feel that? That is what you do to me, baby. It’s all you. All for you.” He says, out of breath.

“Yeah?” You say with a smirk on your face. “I guess I better take what’s mine then, huh?”

You don’t give him a chance to respond before you’re dropping to your knees. He looks down at you, taking it all in. You looked like a fallen angel to him, so beautiful he could hardly stand it. You toy with the waistband of his sweats and pull them down only to be met with his leaking cock already.

You look up and wrap your hand around him. You gather up his precum and slowly start stroking, causing him to hiss slightly at your touch. “No boxers? How presumptuous of you.”

He chuckles lightly, “You could say I was in a bit of a hurry.”

You smile at him, then slowly lick from the base of his cock to the tip, feeling every vein along the way. You don’t take your eyes off of him as you take him into your mouth.

“Ohhhh, fuck. Look at you, baby, taking me in that mouth of yours so well. You look so pretty with a mouthful of my cock.” You moan in satisfaction at his praises and it causes a whimper to come from him. Hearing him losing control from above you turns you on even more. You can feel your arousal pooling in your cotton panties, leaving a dark spot on them. While one hand is stroking him as you’re bobbing your head, taking him as far as you can go without choking, your other hand reaches down between your legs and starts to play with your clit.

“Shit, princess, are you touching yourself?” Eddie coos. “So needy for this cock that you just can’t take it anymore? Shit. God, your mouth feels so good.”

Without warning, you take him out of your mouth and he stares down at you, visibly pouting at the loss of contact.

“What are you d-”

“I want you to fuck my face, Eddie, please?” You say looking up at him. He could’ve came at just the sight of you like this, begging on your knees for him to fuck your throat.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you know I could never tell you no. Especially not to an offer like that.” He says while smiling down at you.

He grabs his cock and starts smearing the precum and saliva that was already coating it all over your lips. “Open up for me, baby.” You did as you were told and he slowly slides himself into your mouth, the both of you groaning at the feeling of it all. He grabs your hair, pulling it back into a ponytail in his hand so he can have a better view of what’s going on below him. He starts thrusting in and out at a steady pace, just barely touching the back of your throat. Wanting more, you try to push your head further down him every time he thrusts.

“You want more, baby? Hm? You wanna be my cock hungry slut? Wanna choke on my dick until you can’t breathe?”

You look up at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would take it as a sign that you did want all of that. You wanted anything and everything he could give to you. Luckily, he gets the message loud and clear.

“Alright, but remember you asked for this. I’m not holding back once I get started, understand?” You give a slight nod. “Good.”

Eddie begins fucking your face at ruthless speed. He really did mean it when he said he wasn’t holding back. You can feel your spit and his precum running from the sides of your mouth down onto your chest, tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes with every thrust he makes.

“Relax for me, let me get deep in there.” You do and instantly his cock is even further down your throat. You can’t help but start to choke, fighting for air, but that doesn’t seem to phase Eddie. He’s so close that all you are to him now is his little fuck toy he gets to use to chase his orgasm.

“I know, baby, I know. It’s so much to handle, yeah?” He says in a patronizing way. “Just a little bit longer, sweetheart. I’m almost there, I promise. Be a good girl for me and take it, okay?”

You can’t help but moan at the sound of being his good girl. Something about the sound of it had you dripping down between your thighs and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Eddie.

“Oh you like that? You like being my good girl? O-oh fuck.” His hips start to stutter, a sign to you he’s so close. “You gonna be a good girl and let me cum deep down in your throat? Have you swallow every drop I give to you? Yeah you are, you’re gonna take it no matter what.”

You moan once again and the vibration of it sends him into a spiral and makes him a blabbering mess, begging to reach his climax. “Shit. I’m so fucking close. So close. Fuck, oh my god. Yes, just like that baby, being so good. F-fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum. O-ohh fuck. Shit, shit shit shit.”

Eddie pushes and holds himself deep in the back of your throat while you swallow every drop of his cum that you could. Some of it even spilling out the sides of your mouth, joining the rest of the mess you have all over you. He gently pulls out of your mouth and groans at the sight of you. On your knees, covered in his cum, hair a mess with tear streaks running down your face. Even in a state like that, he still thinks you are the most beautiful woman in the world. Once he pulls his sweats back up, he reaches a hand down to you.

“C’mere.” He says as he helps you up from the floor. He wipes away the tears on your cheek and pulls you in for another kiss, tasting his cum from your mouth. This one is more tender than the last, him really taking the time to express his love for you. “You were so good for me, it’s only fair I return the favor, if you’d like.”

You can’t help but laugh a little, not at him, but at the fact he thought that you’d even turn down the offer, especially after what just happened. You bite your lip and raise your eyebrows at him in a suggestive look.

“Bedroom?” You ask.

“Bedroom.” He agrees. He quickly lifts you up and places you over his shoulder.

“Eddie!” You shriek. “Put me down! I can walk ya know?”

“Yeah I know, but after all of that, I think it’s time we give your legs a break.” He walks into your room and tosses you on the bed. “Besides, I’d rather have you on your back for me anyway.”

He makes his way onto the bed, placing himself between your thighs. Leaning down, his mouth hovers over your ear as he whispers, “Don’t worry, baby, I’m gonna take good care of you.” His voice alone sends chills down your spine. He begins leaving a trail of wet kisses down your body, from your neck all the way until he reaches the hem of your panties. He looks up at you, asking for permission to continue.

“Please, Eddie, I need it.” You whine.

Eddie huffs a slight chuckle while pulling your panties off, “Be patient, y/n, you’re not the only one who gets to have fun with this.”

You scoff at him. “Fuck you.” How dare he use your own line against you when you wanted nothing more than for him to devour you.

“You will, I promise, but first I need to taste you.”

He lays his tongue flat across your slit, lapping up your arousal that’s dripping from you and makes his way up to suck on your clit causing you to moan for him.

“Eddie..”

“That’s my name, do you need something?” He does it again, but this time he doesn’t raise back up. He stays there, going back and forth between fucking you with his tongue and sucking at your sensitive bud, making you squirm underneath him.

“Please, I- fuck, more.. I need more..” you beg, trying to keep your legs spread for him.

Face still buried between your thighs, he takes one hand to push your legs farther apart while the other makes its way to your cunt to slowly slip his fingers into you. Hitting that spongy spot within you, it doesn’t take long before your hips start to jerk and legs shake. The sensation of his thick fingers deep inside you, alongside the sucking and nibbling of your clit is almost too much for you to handle. You begin to involuntarily clench around his fingers as your body tries to make it to the finish line.

Eddie raises his head up just for a moment, “That’s it, baby, go on and cum for me. Be a good girl and cum for me. Take what you need, I’ve got you.” Instantly the rubber band inside your core snaps and Eddie keeps his fingers moving to help you ride out your high. “There you go, such a good girl for me.” Once your orgasm ends, he takes his fingers out and pops them into his mouth. Moaning with pleasure at the taste of you.

“Mmm, so good. You taste so sweet, princess. Here, try it.” He comes up to press his lips to yours, tongues dancing around each other in a sloppy kiss. Tasting yourself from his mouth was something you never thought would happen in a millions years, and now that you have, you’re not sure if you could live without it. As you two continue to kiss, Eddie begins grinding against your naked core, the only thing in the way of his growing bulge is his sweats. Desperate to feel more of you, he raises up to take his shirt off. You pause for a moment to admire him like he did you earlier. The way his tattoos decorate his body and the light sheen of sweat forming on his skin already. The pause you took to gaze upon his body in admiration was misinterpreted by him as you being hesitant to go forward.

“We can stop if you want.. you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“Eddie, look at me.” You sat up so that you’re able to reach up and cup the side of this face. “I want this, okay? I want you.” Your hand found it’s way back to the waistband of his pants and you tugged on it a little bit. “Now, when I take these off again, I expect you to keep them off, got it?” A smile jumped across his face and he was filled with excitement knowing that you truly did want this. “Yes, ma’am.”

You take his pants off, again, this time making sure he fully steps out of them before throwing them across the room out of the way. With the both of you now fully nude in front of each other, you bring him down to you, placing a gentle kiss on his lips as a way of letting him know it’s really okay to keep going. He takes this opportunity to push you back down onto the bed, and reaches for his cock. He slid it in between the folds of your cunt to lube himself up “You ready?” He asks. You nod and he gently pushes himself into you. Inch by inch he slowly makes his way in until he’s completely bottomed out in you.

“Ohhh, fuck.” You say throwing you head back. Eddie starts to kiss on your exposed neck. “I know” kiss “I know, baby” kiss “just let me know when you’re ready for me to move.” another kiss. You give yourself a few seconds to adjust to his size before letting him know to keep going. “Okay, I think I’m ready.” With that he slowly pulls back then thrusts himself back into you, gradually speeding up to a steady pace.

“Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good. It’s like she was made for me, baby, she’s just sucking me right in.”

“F-faster.” You sputter out. “Go faster for me, I can take it. I want you to be rough, please.”

With a loud groan Eddie picks up the pace, snapping his hips into you. The lewd sounds of your skin slapping together and heavy breathing takes over the room.

“Is this what you wanted, hm? Wanted me to fuck you so good you can’t walk the next day? Wanted to be a good little whore for me didn’t you? Fuck, just taking me so well.”

“Yes! God, yes! Fuck, Eddie, making me feel so good, so so good.”

“Yeah?” Eddie reaches down to play with you clit, “Does my cock feel good, baby? You feel how deep I am? I’m hitting all the right spots, aren’t I? That pretty pussy of yours seems to think so, she’s squeezing me so tight.” You can feel you second orgasm coming along and can’t help but beg for more.

“Please, don’t stop. E-Eddie don’t stop. Right there, please, o-oh my god. Please let me cum, I’ve been a good girl. I’ve been so good.”

Eddie nearly cums at the sound of you calling yourself a good girl. You had been a good girl, but hearing it come from your lips felt unreal. Pushing your legs to your chest, he’s able to get much deeper than before. “Come on, cum for me, baby. It’s okay, just let go. I’ve got you, let it happen, sweetheart.”

“Oh, Eddie! E-Eddie! Shit. I’m gonna cum. Oh my god I’m gonna fucking cum. Yes, god, yes right there. Yes yes yes.” You can’t help but hold your breath as your orgasm inched closer, and once it peaked, you moaned loudly while gasping for air. Lost in your orgasmic high, you didn’t even realized you had squirted all over yourself and Eddie. It was just the thing to bring him to the edge.

“Holy shit, you squirted all over me. Fucking drenched my cock, baby. Fuck, that’s so hot. O-oh god. Baby, I’m so close. Like really fucking close, where-”

“Inside. Cum inside of me, please, Eddie. I wanna feel it. I want you to fill me up.” Eddies eyes rolled back and he wrapped his arms around your body. Dipping his head down between your breasts, he starts to mumble nonsense. Having a one sided conversation just to help push him over the edge.

“Yeah? Want me to fill this pussy up? Sh-shit.. have you so fucking full you’re still leaking my cum in the morning? Maybe I’ll get you knocked up, hm? You’d like that wouldn’t you, having my baby?”

He wasn’t expecting you to answer any of his questions and even if you had, he wouldn’t have been able to pay attention to the answer right now. He picks his head up a little bit and you can see his chest was flushed with a red tint that went up his neck and to his ears too. Eyes closed and his brows furrowed, his mouth hung open in an ‘O’ shaped manner while a bead of sweat ran down the tip of his nose, dropping onto your chest and rolling down the valley of your breasts. It felt like such an intimate moment despite how rough you were being. His breathing became heavy and uneven as he got closer to coming. His thrusts becoming sloppy and his legs started to shake.

“Oh-oh god. I’m gonna cum. Oh shit..oh f-fuck. I’m gonna fucking cum, baby. Gonna get it deep inside you. S-shit. Thank you. Thankyouthankyouthankyou. Here it comes, sweetheart. Here it fucking comes.”

Just a few more thrusts and Eddie came undone, shooting ropes of his cum deep inside you. Cumming so much it started to spill out of your cunt. He laid on top of you, still shaking from such an extreme wave of pleasure, face buried in your neck. Once your breath slowed down and evened out, he turned his head to look you in the eyes once again, pushing a strand of hair out of the way, and placed a kiss on the tip of your nose. He pushed himself up so he wasn’t laying on you anymore. “You ready? This might sting a little.” You nodded at him and he slowly pulled out of you. You hissed slightly because it did in fact sting a little, but it wasn’t anything unbearable. Standing straight up, Eddie started to make his way out the door.

“Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”

You chuckled, “I didn’t plan on it.”

Eddie goes to the bathroom and comes back with a warm washcloth to help clean you up. Once he was done cleaning, he maneuvered you both to where you were now laying with your heads on the pillows. He laid on his back while you laid on your side, one leg thrown over his body so you could cuddle up next to him. He traced shapes on your back and played with your hair until you fell asleep. He wished he could do the same, but now he has even more questions than before.

He knows all of this means something to him, and he wants to be with you romantically, but did you feel the same? Did you know that’s how he felt about all of this? Would you regret it later? Sure, during it all you both made comments about wanting this, but you didn’t really discuss anything beforehand, so you didn’t know what this was. Would it turn into something more or just be a friends with benefits type thing where you occasionally have sex? Up until that last part, he hadn’t really processed what had just happened.

Oh my god, he thought, he just had sex with his best friend.

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tightjeansjavi · 1 year

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𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕛𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕟’𝕋𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤

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Pre! Outbreak Joel x horseback riding instructor f!reader

A/N: I did not plan for this to be over 4k words. LOL enjoy ♡

~word count : 4.3k~

Summary: Joel Miller, single father; total soft dad has an astronomically enormous crush on you, his daughters horseback riding instructor.

Warnings: soft! Joel, shy! Joel, fluff, flirting, slow burn, eventual established relationship, single! Father Joel, protective! Joel, he’s so sweet your teeth will hurt! Joel, eventual smut, some angst, no y/n, +18 minors dni !

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Austin, Texas

It was around 2:30 the next afternoon that Joel Miller had given you a ring. You were on your well deserved lunch break after Javi P put you through absolute hell. Why you thought it was going to be an easy hack session with him, was beyond you. Javi P never made anything easy, but you were determined to show this horse some good in his life. He’d been through hell in the racing industry, and it left a bad taste in your mouth just knowing how disposable he and his brother were to their old owners.

When your ringtone blared, you nearly lost hold of your sandwich as you grabbed your phone, answering it on the second ring.

“Hey darlin’ it’s Joel; Joel Miller. The uh–the guy who called ya yesterday about getting his daughter some ridin’ lessons?”

You honest to god thought it was fucking adorable that Joel even thought for a minute that you weren’t gonna remember him. You most definitely had not been thinking about this man all day after your phone call. No way, that definitely wasn’t you.

“Hey, Joel! I take it I left a good impression on you yesterday?”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he was parked in front of Sarah’s school, waiting for her. “Yeah, you uh–most definitely did. Anyway, i’m waitin’ to pick my daughter up and then we were gonna head over, if that still works for you?”

“Oh, perfect! Yeah, that still works for me! I’ll meet you out front when you get here, and then we’ll do the tour, sound good?”

“Sounds like a plan to me. Just wanted to y’know check in and make sure that I wasn’t inconveniencing you or anythin’ like that.”

“Well, I appreciate you calling, but I hate to break it to you, I don’t do much around here for you to be inconveniencing me.”

“I’m sure that ain’t true. You seem to uh–really enjoy what you do, which is hard for a lot of folks to say. Don’t sell yourself short, and just from our conversation yesterday, can tell that you really care about the horses, even when you’re threatenin’ to turn one of ‘em into glue.”

You let out a light laugh, biting the tip of your nail because woo doggy, Joel Miller was a total fucking sweetheart in your books, and you still hadn’t met this man in person.

“Thanks, Joel. I appreciate you saying that. You’re not gonna let me live down the glue thing, huh?”

“Anytime, darlin’ and oh, no I will not be letting you live that one down.” He looked out the driver side window when he saw Sarah walking up and he reached over, unlocking the passenger side door for her. “Hey, Sarah just got outta school, S’okay that she’s not like in uh–proper ridin’ stuff?”

“Oh, yeah that’s fine! Jeans and a t-shirt are the most comfortable option. We’ll get her fitted for a helmet as well, if you guys end up choosing our place that is.”

“Oh, sweet. Didn’t know if there was like a strict attire or anythin’ like that and I got a good feelin’ that we’re gonna be seein’ a lot more of each other.”

“Nah, we’re not like the hunter jumper barns. As long as she has closed-toed shoes, she’s good.” Your heart may or may not have skipped a beat when Joel Miller casually stated that he had a feeling you were going to see each other a lot more. Damn these southern charm Texas men.

“Alright, awesome. Pickin’ her up now, see ya in a bit!”

“See you in a bit, Joel!”

He hung up just as Sarah had climbed into the passenger seat and buckled herself in.

“Who were you on the phone with?” She took notice that her dad had a slight blush to his cheeks and she couldn’t help but grin and give him a little shoulder punch.

“Just got off the phone with your potential new ridin’ instructor. I think you’re really gonna like her, kiddo. She seems pretty cool.”

“You’re blushing dad, you know that? Right here!” She playfully poked his dimple.

“Am not! Just a little hot in here. Sweatin’ bullets.”

“Sureeeee it’s just the heat, you’re so right!”

He gave his daughter a playful warning look while he reached over and ruffled her head of curls.

“I ain’t blushin’ I don’t blush!”

“Okaaay dad, whatever you say!”

Joel Miller was not blushing. Like he said, he doesn’t blush. It was just the hot Texas air that had him feeling all flustered.

You quickly finished what was left of your sandwich, checking the time as you tidied up your desk. You grabbed your phone and slipped it back into your jeans pocket as you headed out of the makeshift office, and into the aisle way of the stalls.

“Listen up fellas, we have a potential new client coming through in about 20 minutes, and i’m expecting all of you to be on your very best behavior.” You looked directly at Javi P as you spoke. “Yeah bud, I'm talking to you specifically. We are NOT biting any kids today, alright?”

Javi P looked displeased, and if horses had hands, he would most definitely would be flipping you off right now.

You spent the next 20 minutes sweeping the aisle way, wanting everything to look presentable as possible. You heard the sound of truck tires under loose gravel and you just had a feeling it was Joel Miller.

“Alright boys, it's showtime!”

Sarah was telling her dad another horse fact from her book when they were getting out of his truck. “Dad, this one is super cool! Did you know that horse hooves are made from the same protein as human hair and fingernails? That’s one big finger nail!”

Joel had let out a laugh, his eyes crinkled up a bit in the corners as he shook his head. “Think that protein is called keratin? Sounds about right to me.”

“Keratin! Yeah, that’s what it's called!”

He observed the area then and took notice of the blooming flowers in the front of the stables, and the overall comforting vibe this place had. He could hear the familiar sound of a horse whinnying. The distinct barn smell didn’t even have him turning up his nose, and in a way, he found it oddly comforting.

His head turned in the direction of the door opening as you stepped outside. You were wearing light washed jeans that definitely were well worn, a loose graphic tee, Star Wars to be specific. The fabric was faded, but he could make out the image of two X-Wings. So, you were a nerd too, just another added bonus.

Your jeans were a bit dirty from your fall off of Javi P earlier, and you were certain that your hair probably looked insane, but Joel wasn’t expecting you to walk out in a mini skirt and stilettos, that was damn sure.

“Joel? Hey, nice to put a face to the name!” You held your hand out to him and he grasped it in his larger one. He had a firm grip, and his palms were well worn, a little calloused. Not that you were paying attention to those little details or anything.

He was undeniably handsome. A tall fucking glass of water, as you would describe him to your friends later over drinks. He had deep, warm, inviting brown eyes, a good structured jaw, and a killer smile. One that would definitely make any girl weak in the knees.

Joel already knew what you looked like from your bio on the website, but in person? You were even prettier. Joel had been so focused on his job, and caring for his daughter, that he never really saved any room for himself. He hadn’t gone on a proper date in god knows how long, but he just had a feeling that maybe you were gonna change that for him.

He smiled as you shook hands before he gestured to his daughter, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

“Hey, nice to meet ya! This is my daughter Sarah. Newly horse obsessed as you already know.”

Sarah swatted at her dad’s arm playfully and stuck her tongue out at him. “Dad, don’t embarrass me!”

You couldn't help but laugh as you watched their interaction. It was clear Joel and his daughter were very close. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about kiddo. I, too, am horse obsessed. Would even go as far to say that I am horse crazy.”

Sarah let out a huff, crossing her arms over her chest with a small smile. “Yeah, okay. Guess there is nothing to be embarrassed about. Horses are pretty freaking cool!”

You nodded. “They are super freaking cool! You guys wanna head in and I'll give you a tour?”

Sarah was already grabbing her dad’s hand as you led the dad daughter duo inside the main building.

“We’ve been in business for a little over a decade now. We’re family owned and a non-profit and all of the horses here were rescued from various situations. We focus heavily on good horsemanship skills, positivity and creating a safe, judgment free zone. We currently have 6 horses at our facility. All at different skill levels, but 5 out of the 6 are extremely beginner friendly.”

Joel had his hands shoved in his jean pockets as you spoke, he was attentively listening to everything you were saying.

“Did you rescue them all yourself?” He asked.

“Yep, every single one of them. Not all at once, but I'd get a tip from someone in the business about an upcoming auction, or abandoned barn, and I'd be there. I’ve traveled across the country for a couple of them, and I wish I could rescue every horse, but I do what I can y’know?”

“I understand. It’s great that you’ve given ‘em a second chance at life and a fresh start.”

You held the door open for them as you led them into the aisle way where the stalls were located. “Yeah, I agree with you. They deserve so much more than to just be thrown away like that. These boys are some of the luckier ones.”

All 6 of the horses had stuck their heads out of their stall doors to see who was coming and Sarah’s little heart was already melting.

“So like I was saying, we have 6 horses currently. Their names are Frankie, Dieter, Whiskey, Javi P, Javi G, and finally, Ezra.”

You brought them over to the first stall which was Frankies. He was a bay, tobiano paint. He had one blue eye, and one brown eye. You leaned against the side of his stall door as he peeked his head out over the side, nickering softly at you.

“This is Frankie, he’s our newest recruit. Just actually picked him up from Utah a little over a month ago.” You gave him a gentle pat on the neck. “He’s about 20 years old, in horse years and he’s a sweetheart. He was a little girl’s birthday present and he was well loved up until he spooked one day. She fell off and broke her arm and her parents deemed him to be ‘unsafe.’ He would have been on his way to Mexico if it wasn’t for me. I’m working on doing some desensitizing training with him as he doesn’t handle loud, sudden noises very well. He loves kids though.

Sarah frowned as she listened to you talk about Frankie and what would have almost happened to him.

“It wasn’t his fault that he spooked, right?”

“No kiddo. It’s never the horses fault and we gotta remember that their prey animals. If they feel like they’re in danger, or threatened, their natural instinct is to run.”

“Can I pet him?”

“Course you can. Here, he’ll love you forever if you give him one of these.” You reached into your pocket, pulling out a carrot and snapped it in half, handing her the one piece. “You’re gonna want to hold your hand out flat, tuck your thumb under your fingers cause you don’t want him accidentally biting them.”

Sarah nodded as she walked to his stall door, holding the carrot out to Frankie like you said and when he had licked her hand as he grabbed the carrot, she let out a soft giggle.

Joel had the softest fucking smile on his face just from seeing his baby girl happy like this.

“Next we have Dieter. This guy? He’s a little trickster and he’s pretty damn good at it. Loves to steal things out of your pockets if you’re not careful. I’ve caught him nearly escaping at least a dozen times. Had to really get creative with the locks on his stall. He used to be a lesson horse at a hunter jumper barn not far from here. The schooling shows really started to wear him down and they felt like he was useless after that.”

“Woah, he has a mohawk! That’s so cool! What kind of horse is he?” Sarah asked.

“He’s a Norwegian Fjord. He’s in between the size of a standard horse and a large pony. They typically have longer manes but due to the weather, we keep his trimmed so he doesn’t overheat. Plus, I think he enjoys having a mohawk, wouldn’t you say?”

Sarah didn’t hesitate to give Dieter a soft stroke on the side of his neck and she looked back at her dad with a small grin.

“I think he looks very punk rock, whad’ya think dad?”

“Very punk rock. He pulls it off pretty well I think.”

Whiskey, who’s stall was next to Dieter’s, was pawing impatiently at the ground.

“Ahh yes, good old Whiskey boy. He can be a bit of a handful at times, but he has a super smooth gait due to his breed.”

“When you talk about a horse's gait, are you uh–are you talkin’ about their movement? What makes him different from the rest?” Joel asked.

You looked over at him with a smile and nodded. “Yeah, that’s right. Their gait is their natural movement. Whiskey is a Tennessee Walking Horse, and his natural gait differs between a flat walk, running walk, and a canter. He’s best suited for the trails and easy flat work. This guy was rescued from the ‘Big Lick’ industry. His gait is naturally high stepping but to enhance it for shows, trainers would use chains, heavy boots, and chemicals on his fetlocks in order to have him step higher. The practice is considered cruel, for obvious reasons, but people get away with it often. He went lame at one point and was thrown into auction.”

Joel had frowned as he listened to Whiskey’s story. It left a bad taste in his mouth that people could be so cruel to an animal like that.

“So, these guys really have been through hell, huh?”

“Unfortunately they have. Trust me, I get angry just thinking about what they went through.”

“Well, they’re certainly lucky that they have you, darlin. I like his coat color. That’s the proper term ain’t it?”

You almost felt a blush creep up your neck when he called you darlin again. At least you could blame it on the sweltering heat. Not because of Joel Miller and his smooth Texas drawl.

“Coat color is the correct term, yeah. He’s a dappled palomino. I call him honey sometimes because of his color, and because he’s as sweet as honey. A little bit of a flirt as well, a ladies man you might say.”

“He definitely gives off the ‘pretty’ boy vibes.” Joel said with a chuckle.

Before he, or Sarah could walk to the next stall, you put your arm out in front of them protectively, just as Javi P had lunged his head out, with his ears pinned back against his head, baring his teeth.

“I told him to be on his best behavior but I swear, this horse never listens.”

Joel was more focused on your soft grip on his bicep to even process the angry beast in front of them.

“Is this the horse you threatened to turn into glue yesterday?” Joel asked in a joking manner.

Sarah let out a shocked gasp.

“Don’t worry, kiddo. I wasn’t actually gonna turn him into glue. He just isn’t the friendliest as you can see.” You gently released Joel’s bicep from your grip. “This is Javi P, he’s an OTTB, better known as an off the track thoroughbred. He was gonna make it big in Kentucky and would have sold for millions if it wasn’t for his accident. His jockey was well known for, to put it lightly, and please excuse my French, an asshole. This guy was too young to even be on the track. His bones weren’t even fully formed, nor able to withstand the pressure. He wiped out on a mud track a year ago, and knocked his jockey out. If they would have given him more time, and switched Jockey’s, he probably would have had a successful racing career.”

“I take it he doesn’t trust humans very well because of that? I mean, I sure as hell wouldn’t.”

“He’s incredibly weary of men especially. It’s really unfortunate because I know underneath all his meanness, there’s a really good horse. I’ve just been trying to chip away at his rough exterior, bit by bit. He threw me off earlier this morning, but it was my fault. Lost my footing in the stirrup and he flipped.”

“Jesus, are you alright?”

“Me? Oh, yeah I'm good. I’ve experienced a lot of falls in my life. Just comes with the job honestly.”

“Just about how many times have you fallen off? If ya don’t mind me askin’ that is.”

“Oh gosh, uhhh I'm not sure if I can count them on both hands. At least 20. Maybe a little less than 50. It happens but the main thing is, I've gotten back on everytime.”

“Woah, you’ve fallen off that many times and you aren’t scared or anything? Okay, my dad was totally right, you are so cool!”

Now you were actually feeling flustered, and Joel might have been as well but you couldn’t exactly tell. “I was definitely scared the first few times and I was afraid to get back on, but I pushed through it. What’s this about me being totally cool? Your dad is right on the money with that one, I am the coolest.”

Joel cleared his throat a little while he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Alright, I will admit that I told Sarah you were cool. I mean, you left an impression on me after our phone call, and you know so much about horses so yeah, I’d say you’re pretty cool.”

Sarah gave her dad a funny look then, only one that he could see.

“Is Javi G related to Javi P?” She asked, walking up to the other chestnut thoroughbred and he had lowered his head down towards her, brushing his soft, velvet nose against her palm.

“Yep, they’re brothers with totally opposite personalities. Javi G was let go because he was deemed to be too “sweet” for racing. He’s honestly a huge goober. If you give him kisses, he gives them right back.”

Sarah had given his nose a quick peck and he returned it against her palm, licking her hand.

“See? Told ya, he gives them right back!”

Sarah giggled as he licked her palm. “That tickles!” She wiped her wet palm on the side of her jeans. “I think I like him the most so far! Or Frankie, he was very sweet.”

“I think Whiskey is my favorite so far. I’m Jealous of how fantastic his hair looks.”

“Dad, it's not his hair, it's his mane!”

Joel held his hands up in defense with a small grin on his lips.

“Ohh, my bad for not gettin’ the term correct, my deepest apologies!”

“Yeah, Joel! Get with the program!” You chimed, your tone light and playful as you stopped at the last stall. Ezra was already nuzzling his nose into your shoulder, giving you an affectionate push.

“Oh, wow. He’s so pretty! It looks like he has a heart on his head, you see that dad?” Sarah pointed to the heart shaped star on Ezra’s forehead.

“Oh, yeah he does! Recognize him from the photo on the website.” ‘Yeah, the one that you have been staring at for the past 24 hours, Miller.’ He thought to himself.

“This is my boy, Ezra. He’s a 16 hand high Hanoverian and he was making it big in the hunter jumper world for a few years. He used to compete all through the country and was well on his way to competing in Europe.” You gave him a pat on his neck, pulled out the other half of the carrot and fed it to him. “Sometimes horses give you signs that they’re tired, that they don’t want to work anymore. Ezra was giving all those signs and his owner refused to see them until it was pretty much too late. He passed out during a show from exhaustion and being overworked. Now, he gets to live comfortably and he enjoys being ridden again.”

Joel could tell how much these horses truly meant to you, just by the way you spoke about all of them. He admired your passion for giving them a second chance at life. This just confirmed to him that he definitely would be seeing a lot more of you.

After the tour, Joel felt comfortable leaving Sarah to spend some time with Ezra while you and him talked over the logistics.

“I gotta say, you really sold this place for me darlin’ and I think Sarah would be absolutely lucky to be trained under you. Y’know I'm usually super critical over these things, for obvious reasons, but I trust you already and I know she’s in good hands.”

You were in disbelief as you walked alongside him.

“Really? Well, I gotta say, that's a relief. I got a little worried that maybe I was taking it too far with telling you guys about each of the horses stories but honestly, it's necessary. I can’t tell you how many potential clients have rolled through here and lasted maybe a day before switching to a hunter jumper barn. So I truly appreciate you saying that. I think Sarah is going to love it here, and I would be more than happy to be her instructor.”

“Honestly? I’m just relieved you didn’t try and sugar coat anythin’ I appreciate the fact that you didn’t try to make yourself, or this place sound like somethin’ it's not. If that makes any sense? You’re just, uh–very personable? I apologize if i’m oversteppin’ with ya darlin’ I don’t mean to ramble.”

You laughed as you looked over at him and nodded. “I totally understand what you’re trying to get at Joel. So basically, I’m not a snobby asshole that’s just in it for the money?”

“Well, that is one way to put it. I could also tell by your shirt that you weren’t gonna be the prissy type. Can’t stand those kinda girls honestly. You’re definitely in it for the horses, and the experience.”

You were feeling flustered by this man’s words, and there was no way you could hide it. “What about the shirt you gave me away? C’mon, I'm curious to know what your first impression of me really was.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it was the two X-Wings on your shirt? Just a simple observation. Gotta ask, what’s your favorite of the franchise thus far?”

“Damn X-Wings giving away all my deepest, darkest secrets. Oh man, probably the Empire Strikes back or Return of the Jedi. The new episodes have potential though. I do like the Pod racing in The Phantom Menace.”

“You walked right on into that one darlin,’ and those are pretty solid answers. Me personally? I like the Empire Strikes Back the most. Although, they’re all good.”

“I think I respect you just a tad bit more than I already did, Joel Miller.”

“Well, I must be doin’ somethin’ right huh?”

Oh, he has no idea.

“Anyway, let’s get you situated with the paperwork and figure out a good lesson schedule?”

Joel nodded and you left his side to go and grab the paper work, waiver and other forms along with a pen and after he signed everything, you went and retrieved Sarah, who was still loving on Ezra.

You stood just outside the door of the main building, waving to Joel and Sarah as he pulled out of the parking spot.

“Well, kiddo. Your first lesson this Saturday! Signed the paperwork and everything. You excited?”

Sarah looked over at her dad with a big smile as she buckled her seatbelt. “You like her, don’t you?”

Joel stumbled over his words as he looked over at his kid momentarily.

“Now what would make ya think that? Wait, was it that obvious? Shoot! You were not supposed to hear me say that. I don’t like your riding instructor sweet pea. I just think she is a cool person ,and she definitely knows her horse stuff.”

“I knew it! You do like her! Dad, you are terrible at making things not obvious! She’s like super pretty so I totally get it! I am going to tell uncle Tommy that you have a crush!” She giggled.

“Sarah–honey, are you feelin alright? The sun isn’t gettin’ to ya is it?” He looked absolutely mortified when she said that she was going to tell his brother. “Absolutely not, you do not speak of this to uncle Tommy, ever! I ain’t got a silly little crush, kiddo. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Okay, okay. I won’t say anything to uncle Tommy. I pinky promise! You do have a crush though dad. It’s okay, your secret is safe with me!” She held her pinky out to him.

“I ain’t got a crush. Silly talk, sweet pea. That’s all I'm hearin’ right now.” He linked his pinky with hers.

Alright, so Joel maybe had a teeny tiny crush on his daughter’s horseback riding instructor. Just a small innocent crush that would never turn into anything..right?

Part 3:

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nolita-fairytale · 1 year

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still into you | carmen 'carmy' berzatto x fem!reader | bonus smut scene

summary: the bathtub smut scene i robbed us of. a continuation of chapter one.

warnings: 18+ chapter -- minors dni, smut, unprotected sex in long term relationship, p in v, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), spanking (just twice, lol) she/her pronouns & fem anatomy mentioned

word count: 2.2k

listen to: holy - king princess (playlist here)

a/n: can we talk about this iconic and incredible banner that @allthefandomstogether made for this story?! thank you so freaking much. it is pure perfection. anyways in honor of the bear season 2 teaser being released, i need a cold shower after writing this send help.

read: chapter one

“Let’s put it on the list… for when we’re ready to move to a new place,” he suggests, quietly.

“Somewhere with a big tub?” you ask, only sort of surprised by his request.

“Yeah.”

You turn your head to look at him, as Carmy presses a searing kiss to your lips. You feel his hand snake between your legs and you begin to understand exactly why he’s enjoying this whole bath thing.

“As much as I’m enjoying this…” he whispers against your lips. “Think you maybe want to get out of this tub…”

Another kiss.

“… dry off…”

You slide your tongue against his as his fingertips move higher up your inner thigh, earning a hiss of pleasure from you.

“…not put our clothes back on?”

And then he’s swallowing your moans in his mouth, as he continues his exploration. Your head is spinning, and it’s not just the hot water that makes you feel as if your soul was set aflame.

“Yes,” you whimper as he fingers begin their exploration. He slides them through your folds and you throw your head back, grateful that his shoulder catches you.

You relax into Carmy, hissing as he dips his index finger inside of you. Your breathing begins to become heavier as he continues touching you, alternating between sliding his index finger inside of you, then dragging his rough, calloused fingertips up and down your core. His mouth pressed against the shell of your ear, his tongue leaving patterns in their wake. Carmy nips at your earlobe before murmuring a few words, his voice heavy with lust:

“You trust me?”

“Always.”

He waits a beat before saying:

“Good. I wanna make you cum on my fingers first, pretty girl.”

You feel his words shoot straight to your core as you clench around the combination of his index and middle finger he’s now slipped inside of you.

“If that’s okay with you.”

Even after all these years, you love how eager to please he still is.

“Yes, baby,” you say, a smile in your voice. “Very okay.”

Carmy smirks contently.

The fingers he has inside of you journey up through your folds, expertly finding your clit as he begins to rub gentle and deliberate circles. You sigh his name, letting the man you love make you feel absolutely incredible. He buries his face in the crevice of your neck, gently biting then soothing the little marks he leaves with his lips and tongue.

“Carmen,” you pant, suddenly remembering that you’ll be in front of people tomorrow. “Not right there.”

“Hm?” he hums, only half-focusing on what you’ve just said.

His mouth moves further down the top of your shoulders, as he begins to speed up his ministrations, earning another cry from you.

“Don’t want everyone to see what I do to you? How I make you feel?”

You cry out in response as he bites your shoulder, a little harder this time.

“Somewhere I can hide under my chef whites please,” you practically beg him as he begins to speed up the pace of his fingers.

“Think I can do that,” he murmurs into your skin.

Carmy lifts his head off of your shoulder, leaning back against the tall walls of the deep bathtub. His other hand moves around your waist, pressing your back against him, and you feel how absolutely hard he’s become. As his hand comes up to play with your nipples, he stops any movement with his fingers, sliding them back down to your entrance.

You buck your hips up into his hand, impatiently.

“This what you want, pretty girl?” he asks, his voice husky.

His fingertips circle your entrance, but he’s still not where you want him. You let out an impatient groan, whimpering out his name. He knows he’s teasing you and there’s a part of him that loves hearing you beg.

Loves hearing how much you need him.

“Yes, baby,” you pant. “Please. I just want you inside of me.”

And he loves the way it sounds when you say it.

He slides his fingers back inside of you, in and then out of you at a dangerously slow pace, earning a sob from you.

“Just wanna make you feel good, sweetheart.”

And just like that, his hand on your breast begins squeezing, pushing you against his chest, desperate to have you closer to him. He continues fucking you with his fingers with the hand between your legs, as you let go, enjoying this too much to have a care in the world about anything else.

“You are,” you breathe out. “So good, Bear. You make me feel so good.”

Carmy lets out soft moans into your skin as he mouth returns to your shoulder. He’s bucking his hips against you as his fingers find that spongy spot inside of you. You let out a loud moan the minute he hits it, his lips curling into a smile against your skin.

“Right there?”

“Yes.”

Carmy curls his fingers, making a ‘come hither’ motion with them, and you can no longer contain your moans. He knows you’re on the verge and he has no intention of stopping you. The sound of your moans, the way you pant his name, how desperate you are to cum – it’s like crack to him. It all goes straight to his cock, hard and weeping, yearning to be inside of you.

But he’s not ready for that.

Not until he makes you cum first.

He’s a man on a mission with only one goal in mind.

“You gonna cum, baby?”

“Carmen,” you whimper.

“Yes, god. Please let me cum.”

He takes you higher.

And higher.

You feel it like a wave reaching its peak. There’s a tension building, so close to snapping, and as it does, you feel the waves of pleasure crash within you as you let out a loud moan. You’re writhing against your boyfriend as he presses your back to his chest, and you’re gripping the edge of the tub with your hand closest to it. Carmy’s not letting you go anywhere. He wants you exactly where he has you, his hand between your legs, completely at his mercy.

As you begin to come down, your mouth feels dry from all the panting and gasping you’ve been doing. You swallow, and Carmy begins to release you, his grip loosening around your waist.

“What was that… about getting out of this tub? Drying off?” you ask, unsure of how you’ve managed to get words out after that.

“Not putting our clothes back on?” Carmy completes your sentence.

“Uh huh.”

In an instant, you’re standing up in the tub, letting the hot bath water fall down your naked body. Your nipples stand erect against the round, full shape of your breasts as Carmy follows suit, making his way to a standing position. You can’t help but notice his extreme erect dick just begging to be inside of you and the thought alone sends chills down your spine. You’re both quick to towel off, only half way drying your bodies off before Carmy is walking you back to the messy hotel bed from your nap earlier that day.

And he’s very much looking forward to messing up this bed in another way with you.

You fall into position like it’s second nature: Carmy on top of you, your legs wrapped around his waist as he grinds against your wet heat. He reaches down, ready to guide his hard, leaking cock inside of you.

“Wait,” you say.

Carmy stops, his eyes wide.

“I want something else,” you say again.

He nods as you sit up, shifting him onto his back. As you climb on top of your boyfriend, your knees straddling his hips, you crash your lips into his. You’re sucking on his top lip, then sliding your tongue against his, then dragging his bottom lip between your teeth as you begin to make your way down his gorgeously sculpted chest.

“Baby, what’re you-?” he begins, trail off as you begin to kiss down his chest. You take your time, allowing your mouth to leave little love bites across his chest, down his torso, then snaking your tongue across his hip bones.

He hisses in anticipation, as you reach down, grabbing his length in one hand. You pause, looking up at him, his eyes catching yours. With a wicked grin on your face, you lick just the tip of him, causing his eyes to close as he sighs on in pleasure.

“Ffffuck,” he groans, as you begin to take him into your mouth.

You slide your mouth from the head, all the way down his shaft, earning another heavy sigh from Carmy. Your mouth meets your hand, then you’re pulling back up, allowing your hand to follow, getting his dick ready to be inside of you. You use your hand and your mouth in tandem, and Carmy’s trying his best not to buck his hips into your mouth too hard. His head is thrown back, and he reminds himself to open his eyes, wanting to memorize the way you look while going down on him.

He gathers your hair to one side so that he can see you as you alternate through movements, knowing just what he likes.

Suck, lick, sliding your mouth down his length to meet your hand again. The gentlest squeeze…

And then you’re sitting up, making your back up his body and guiding his achingly hard length into you. Carmy’s hands go to your hips as you sink down onto him, muttering something inaudible as he makes you feel so incredibly full. Your hands go to his chest, propping yourself up as you begin to move your hips, his eyes rolling back.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans as you ride him. “What did I do to deserve this?”

He knows he’s been an ass all week and he thinks you’re making him feel better than he deserves.

You shake your head, moving your hips forward and back at an even pace.

“Just wanna help you relax.”

He moves a hand from your hips to your ass, raising up before coming back down with a loud smack.

It’s just an encouragement, an ask for more.

“Yeah?” he asks, feeling the fire in his belly grow stronger and stronger.

You nod, beginning to ride him faster as he spanks you again causing you to throw your head back. You can feel his hips bucking up into you with a sense of urgency, as you meet each one with your own. Your hands go to your hair, just searching for something to hold onto because the way he makes you feel should be illegal. Carmy’s bouncing you on top of his hard length, and he’s hitting that spot so deep inside of you that you have to shut your eyes so tightly you’re seeing stars.

Carmy doesn’t realize how wound tight he’s been all week – not until he’s watching you move on top of him, all feelings of worry and stress out of sight and out of mind.

And then he’s pulling you down to him, keeping the fierce pace he’s set for the two of you. You roll your hips against his as he crashes his lips against yours again.

“Please just let me fuck you,” he murmurs in between kisses.

You’re nodding with a, “Yes,” before he’s flipping you over onto your back, still inside of you.

Carmy sits up, pulling your legs around his waist, slowing the pace of his movements down. He thinks the sight of himself disappearing inside of you will drive him absolutely insane, and he can’t tear his eyes away.

In. Out. In. Out.

Then he’s folding his body on top of yours, hiking one of your legs up higher on his hip so that he can hit that spot so deep inside of you that drives you wild.

“Fuck, Carmy!” you cry.

With the way you’re squeezing around him, he can tell you’re close. And so is he. He’s driving into you, one hand tangled in your hair as he buries his face into your neck. His other hand meets yours, interlacing his fingers between yours, pinning you down to the bed. His thrusts are deep and hard and you’re gasping – holding onto his shoulders, his biceps, and part of him that you can hold onto – as he moves on top of you.

“Are you gonna cum?” you ask, barely able to get the words out.

“Fuck,” Carmy howls as he lifts his head up.

“Yes.”

His lips are back on yours for the messiest, wettest, hungriest kiss before he buries his face in your neck once again. His dick hits all of the right places, and you’re crying out his name, clamping down around him as he brings you to your climax. Carmy fucks you through it, his thrusts becoming more chaotic as he chases his high too.

You’re practically hanging onto his arms for dear life as he gets closer. He’s driving into you, and you're losing your mind as his hand squeezes yours. Carmy lets out a few grunts as he cums, finally slowing down the pace of hips, before coming to a halt.

“Holy shit,” you say, shaking your head.

You’re both flustered, sweaty messes, running your tongue over your kiss-swollen lips.

He chuckles, lifting his head up to look at you.

“Hi," he says.

“Hi,” you say back with a smile.

Carmy moves up your body, leaning his forehead against yours, before leaving a small kiss on your nose.

“I needed that.”

You giggle, “Me fucking too.”

He gives you a half smile in return.

“C’mon. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

read: chapter two

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kleftiko · 1 year

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❦ OUR BITTERSWEET MOMENT PT. 3

cw: mature, mdni! fem!reader, p in v sex, semi public sex, slight sir kink

@augustlikesdeath @callsignwindow @fairy-alix, here’s your smut lol

PART 1 | PART 2

“what is this?” hotch asks. his eyes are tired, heavy and dark bags sit underneath them and you now understand why his office has its blinds down and door shut.

he’s holding the file folder you just gave him. the question is rhetorical, he’s knows exactly what it is.

“i had my transfer expedited.” you say anyway. “white collar has been asking for me anyway, so it was pretty quick.”

“it’s a shame to see you go.” he gives the diplomatic answer.

“no need for formalities anymore, sir.” you sigh. “we both know why i did this.”

“you shouldn’t have had to, though.” hotch places the file on his desk and looks you in the eyes. even though you’re the one standing, he body language exudes dominance. “it’s was me who overstepped my bounds.”

you breathed out a laugh.

“no disrespect, but i overstepped my bounds long ago and we both know that.”

hotch stands up. he rounds the desk but you stand frozen as he makes his way to the door.

“i could have stopped you.” he said and locked the door. you freeze, not knowing what he was doing, but as he turns around, you don’t feel scared. he confirms, “so you’re no longer on my team?”

you nod your head. “this is the last we’ll be seeing each other.”

your eyes meet. his steady gaze studies you, looking over your face as if it’s the last time he’ll ever do it. he takes a tentative step towards you, after seeing your resilience, he breaks. in a second he’s come right up to you, hands grabbing the side of your face and yours gripping into his waist as you pull each other into a kiss.

it’s exactly how you remember it, his lips gently holding onto yours, skin rough in his fingertips, and now that you’re sober you feel every single tingle through your body.

you’re desperate for him, and you no longer care to hide it from him.

“please, sir.” you gasp, feeling his breath on your face. “just once—let me have you—please.”

he doesn’t answer verbally, instead his hands sneak down your hips to your belt, undoing it with the precision of an experienced man, something you don’t get often at this age. you back up against the desk, allowing him to slip off your pants and underwear. he drops to his knees, eyes looking up adoringly as if he’s worshipping you, your breathing deepens unevenly, your hand moves to his cropped hair, pulling him roughly to your core.

you have to bite your cheek harshly in order to catch the gasp that wants to escape. you have to remember that you’re in the bau headquarters, just a wall separates you two from everyone else, and here hotch is eating your pussy. his fingers dig into the plush of your thighs, holding you close as he moans into your clit.

“i’m not gonna last, sir.” you gasp.

he pulls away and looks up at you. “let me feel you around me.”

in a hazy second his pants are undone, he has you propped atop the desk and lines you up with himself. one last look of confirmation he gives you before you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him into you.

he lets out a strangled groan at the feeling, and you instinctively slap your hand over his mouth.

“don’t forget where we are, sir.” you whisper to him and feel him twitch inside you. your eyes light up and you start to feel a bit mischievous. “do you like me calling you that, sir?”

another twitch.

but you don’t have time to tease him anymore before he pulls back and slams into you—repeatedly. it’s his turn now to cover your mouth by pulling you into his shoulder. he holds you close as he thrusts into you carefully. your breathing is blocked by the skin of his neck but you don’t care that you only get a sporadic glimpse of breath when hotch is pummeling into you like you’ve always dreamed.

your hands come around his bare back, trying to hold him as close as you can because you’ll never get to experience this again.

you take in the scent of him, the tension of his muscles as he moves and the slight sweat that sticks to both of you as a reminder of what you’re doing.

in this moment he is only yours.

but it has to come to an end.

you feel the pace pick up, and the tension tighten in his arms that hold you close and you know it’s about to be over.

you close your eyes as he cums, feeling his heartbeat against your own skin and his breaths hardening as he steadies and comes to a halt.

all that’s left are the soft pants you two let out, and he disconnects from you.

you’re suddenly cold.

this is it.

as soon as you put your clothes back on it’s over.

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Supernatural season 14

Oh boy!

So Alt-Michael has taken over Dean’s body and absconded to parts unknown - what an unprecedented plot twist who could’ve possibly seen this coming, certainly not Dean, the one guy who doesn’t trust angels and has a history of being short-sighted & making shitty deals.

Since this is season 14, and there’s only 1 more season after this, I presume Dean will never grow out of these bad qualities 🤦🏾‍♀️, so…moving on.

Check you out Sam, leading your new band of hunters, like some sort of Hunters Incorporated©️. I’m glad Sam gets to spend more time with his mom, but he won’t let her take care of him 😔😭

Was it me or did that Michael & Anael scene feel like Jensen x Danneel role play 🤣 - at least when he caressed her face. Like really bro? I don’t think the scene would’ve played out that way if the actors weren’t actual husband and wife 🤣

Shoutout to Supernatural for keeping Mark Pellegrino employed lol 😂😂 cuz I don’t see Why the fuck he’s still around if the devil is supposedly dead - wasn’t Mark P. also doing 13 reasons why around this time?? Anywho, Nick, luci’s longtime vessel, isn’t dead???? What does Nick have that jimmy novak didn’t (or literally any other angel vessel for that matter) — plot convenience? That must be it 🤣🤣🤣

Cas honey, why are you letting these demons beat you up? Cuz Dean is gone on your watch? cuz im sorry there’s no way im believing Cas was weaker than all them demons. That’s also plot convenience IDGAF!

After yet another demon-hunter showdown, Mary and Bobby are spotted sharing a beer & flirting…I wish John were around to see this AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Oh Jack, poor guy feels worthless for having no power. He should’ve been like ‘Castiel what’s it like being worthless?’ since that was Castiel’s arc for a minute too, which again fuck Supernatural for. Cas had like 1 badass moment last season when he fried Donatello’s brains but that’s it. Meanwhile Nick totally called Cas out, bringing up Jimmy again and driving that guilt straight into Castiel.

Alt-Michael is recruiting?? Brief Dean cameo in 14x02, you give him like 2 lines, wow 😒. Even Sam got more screen time in 5x22 swan song…but Dean suddenly comes back at the end of the episode???? Nah, bullshit!

Also lol karma for Dean in 14x02 when Jack is like, ‘Dean doesn’t matter’, Michael has to be stopped. Ahahahahahahaha. He was the so called pragmatist when it came to Jack, now it’s Jack’s turn. Castiel’s face when jack said it tho…

Dean got stabbed by AU Kaia? What?? Oh look yet another instance of Dean running away from his problems and pain and being a dick to Kaia (though she's technically a different person) again! Good for you tho AU Kaia for giving Dean a taste of his own medicine and telling him off.

Bobby leave Sam alone, I’m here for his captain my captain era. The lovable giant is doing his best!

So some necromancer gets away from Jack & Dean but we’re not gonna see her again, right??? There’s just a little over 30 episodes left in the show at this point. They probably didn’t know that at the time though.

Shoutout to the devil for basically condemning his child to die from a lack of grace :/ while Cas was able to survive (cuz plot convenience most likely) Jack as a nephilim was unable to do so. Gabe’s spare angel grace couldn’t help (I wonder if he were still alive in canon, if it would’ve made a difference. Oh well).

So this is where Cas made the deal with the empty (yes I know about it, how doesn’t everyone that shit went viral the very night it originally aired amidst the infamous nail-biting 2020 election week), tumblr is still serving the memes to this day.

Cas doesn’t want the Winchesters to know cuz Dean 😭 idc, if I was Jack I would NOT keep that secret. Dean would know IMMEDIATELY.

I think more angels died, but heaven hasn’t fallen yet…right? They keep coming back to that. Hm…

Nick’s arc is…bleh. Pretty sure in his desperation he just brought Luci back from the empty…welp. I guess when you’re an archangel who was predestined by God to fight in a fateful epic battle against your big bro, you just get certain perks in the afterlife 😒

Sam doesn’t want Alt-Charlie to go when its like bro! She. Is. Not. Charlie!!! For fuck sake guys SMH, let her live her fucking life! God forbid she want to run away to fucking safety and not die bloody like her counterpart 🤬

Bobby and Mary run off to a cabin for weeks on end 😏😂 to recuperate, sure Mary 🤣

Garth is back! Working as a spy for the Winchesters, oh dear Lord no. I know he makes it to season 15 but maaaan I don't like this….

The nerve of Dean to challenge Alt-Kaia to either hand over the weapon or kill her. What if she just killed him? Also, can't they just replicate the weapon for their own uses? All they would need to do is ensure they're using the same materials Kaia did when she forged the weapon in her own world.

How many hits to the head is Sam supposed to fuckin' take? I feel like it's happened more in this season alone than the entire show so far? He should probably be dead at this point 🤣

Jack got taken, oh no! why didn't Michael kill him? To take him as a ward? Seriously? Whatever.

And it turns out the past episode was a long con to get Dean right where Alt-Michael wanted him. I know there was a catch to him letting Dean go in 14x02.

So Alt-Michael chose to trap Dean in…contentment? With Pamela Barnes? And they weren't even a couple, just friends. She called him out on something.

Why not have him be with a real girlfriend of his, like Lisa or even Cassie? I’m supposed to believe Dean's dream is an unsuccessful bar living out his days with a platonic lady friend??? Really??? Bullshit!

John returns for the final time to go back to 2003? Okay. His hair is cut and grayish. Lol so I’m gonna see that as John gained some weight (from food/drink or muscle training idc) and dyes his hair black but the root are grey and come out every so often 🤣 but yay JDM I wish you had been in more episodes! Oh well.

So no one’s gonna talk about:

a) Adam’s existence

b) Bobby X Mary or how Bobby essentially replaced john as the father/husband by getting involved with Mary AND being a surrogate father to Sam & Dean (with a clear preference to Dean but whatever)

I’d care more about Sam & John’s convo if we had more time with them together on screen. But it was nice to see them squash their beef.

Dean & John’s convo was faaaar too brief. But insightful to their relationship. John wanted dean to have a family, echoing his wishes for his eldest in season 1 in his convo w/ Sam.

But Dean was like I have a family 🥺 my emotions!

Back to the Michael bullshit – a fight with a gorgon fucked up his containment so he literally broke out of Dean's body and killed all the hunters who were conveniently at the bunker when they brought an unconscious Dean back there. Even poor unfortunate Maggie. For a second I thought Mary would be there since Maggie mentioned she was on her way back but no, he ended up possessing Rowena.

Then they bring the old angel torture device of disabling our heroes' ability to breathe, like in the season 5 premiere, making them blind (that's new) and making them hurt.

Jack gets his chance to take Michael down, and takes his grace??????

Oh Sam bby, it's not your fault. Those people were doomed no matter what. TBH I'm surprised they lasted this long. But cuz he's a Winchester and he was raised by Dean & they've rubbed off each other too much at this point (nobromo), he decides to focus on yet another case even when Dean himself isn't willing since big bro has pointed out they have done 3 cases back to back. They're not the young men they used to be lol.

Cas goes with Sam to a milkshake town and given his legendary levels of awkwardness he's immediately seen and called out for his inherent queerness by the townsfolk (in all senses of the word).

Aw Sam wants to stay, ofc he does. This town is simple and peaceful. He could use some of that. Too bad this place is making people's heads explode.

This is why we can't have nice things.

Ah subtle there Supernatural, making Jack, a Nephilim who's the offspring of the devil himself choose between angel and devil food cake 🤣 Dean why would you put him in that position?

Cas why you gotta be snitching on Sam to your boy bestie like that 🤣 – typical boyfriend tomfoolery

Oftentimes since Jack started in this show, he's felt like an intern and 14x16 is one of those times. They don't wanna bring jack along so they think to leave him alone doing chores. Good Lord.

Oh honey Sam you didn't have to tell the sheriff you're not FBI, just stick to the monster stuff. He knows what's up.

And Jack sweetie pie you don't need to impress those kids. He should be hanging out with kids his own age. Just Jack with a bunch of babies 🤣. So cute! My headcanon is that he can actually talk to them. At least then it wouldn't have ended with a stabbing. Thankfully he cleaned up his mess, even though the local kids are terrified of him. It’s a shame he doesn’t have friends. If only he was allowed to have Claire in his life.

They finally resolved the Nick storyline (I hope) by killing him off via Jack but Mary is not happy. She’s concerned. She’s been concerned about him the whole frickin episode since he sassed her as they tried setting up a game night with Dean.

It’s like these people keep forgetting what Jack is capable of.

He didn’t have to relish the kill though. On the other hand, it felt like Mary’s concern was a bit much — if it were me I would’ve kept my mouth shut as to not upset a powerful fledging being into killing me by accident.

So Mary dies…again.

This is also why we can’t have nice things. I know Dean’s never gonna let this shit go. Sure Cas has fucked up a bunch, but killing a direct blood relative of Dean’s…nope. That’s unforgivable. I know they’re not gonna let Dean kill off a kid but I know he’s NEVER ever gonna forget Jack’s role in Mary’s (second) demise.

Why couldn’t you leave the boy alone Mary?!?!?!!?!

The boys show up, did they not circle back to pick up their mother? Seriously? Goodness Lord. So depressing watching the brothers just assuming their mommy’s coming back 😭

Cas (cuz of course this shit went tits up while Daddy was away) calls Dean to get caught up on what happened the last episode and is concerned that the Winchesters left their mom alone with Jack. Then why did you leave him Cas? You could’ve taken him with you. Like it would’ve been better if one of the brothers was alone with Jack? Badasses they may be, but they would’ve ended up just like Mary let’s be honest. The only difference would’ve been whichever brother got got would’ve come back. Mary will not be getting that special treatment…

Jack is tripping out since he murdered his foster G-maw - ends up flying all over the world (so his soul is definitely gone? But if it were gone, would he even care about killing Mary? everyone’s trying to track him down IDK why he doesn’t just destroy the phone he has. We get flashes of Mary & Jack’s time together and technically I believe she spent the most time with him (at least in season 13)

They’re still giving Mark P work on this show making him the manifestation of Jack’s subconscious cuz the kill is driving Jack insane 😭🥺 He’s reacting so much like a little boy who knows he fucked up it that makes this so much sadder 😭 Jack’s being driven mad with grief.

Oh fuck they’re going to where she died. Oh fuck.

WTF is wrong with these people! He’s a fucking boy! A super power nuke of a boy, but still a fucking boy! Like the Winchesters never made a mistake! What about the nurse who got killed in 4x22 by Sam? All the people Dean slaughtered under the MoC, as a demon! That’s just off the top of my head! No but cuz they’re the fucking protagonists 😡🤬

Samuel Winchester you know manipulating this child Is 5 different kinds of fucked up!

Jack why did you call it an accident! Did you not want to use the words murder? Destroyed? Obliterated?

Dean you piece of shit, why are you lying to this boy!!!!!! You know Jack’s desperate to make peace with you, and you lead him to a grave he’s never supposed to escape?! Poor thing Jack was sooo scared!

Sam, the regret is gonna eat you alive! Sam, for fucks sake, SPEAK THE FUCK UP! You clearly got shit you wanna say, fucking say it!

Dean you’re surprised Jack’s going along with it?! Of course he’s gonna go along with it, he wants to please you, you shady, manipulative BASTARD!

That’s right Castiel stand up for Jack since nobody else is willing to!

Oh boy, the celestial boy is freaking out. Claustrophobia was kicking in, this shit ain’t gonna end well. It’s a dark day when a psychological manifestation of Satan is making sense more than everyone else.

I’m not surprised Jack got out though. That box was made for an archangel and he isn’t that. He’s a nephilim, technically a different entity, right? now, the Winchesters have a pissed off mega-powerful creature on their hands. Great job team 🤣

that’s right Jack, give them a piece of your fucking mind! Fuck ‘em up queen.

Oh shit! I’ve watched this part a dozen times on YouTube, the part where jack makes the whole world tell the truth no matter what! Donald trump is canonically Crowley’s bitch! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

All hail the stapler queen! Iconic!

And God reveals Himself, what grand timing! He says He came for Cas’s prayer (but Cas prayed to Him in season 6 too, no?) but then He states the real reason for His arrival — Jack.

Meanwhile Jack went to see his real G-maw, not a good plan Jackie boy. She’s put 2+2 together that her daughter Kelly is NOT ok and now Jack has to confess the truth. (Where’s the dad? Was the actor unavailable or dead at this point?)

Sam was outed to love Celine Dion (I love her two Sammy it’s ok, her songs are AMAZING! My favorite is it’s all coming back to me now, I crush that shit in karaoke.) Dean follows a mommy blog 🤣 of course he does, probably cuz he identifies with her more & loves that her life is so full of shit (like I said, he identifies with her).

God don’t sanction lying, the real God would never do such a thing. Isn’t it like the 6th commandment, thou shall not lie? Like dude, the fuck?!

And no, writing means telling stories that are often made up but it’s not meant to deceive anybody. But Hollywood on the other hand…yeesh.

Dean breaking Chuck’s guitar 🤣

Chuck saying ‘DON’T!’ Having Dean shook 🤣

Why are you asking them how things are, like you don’t know?! You’re omnipotent!

They canonically made the British queen a lizard? Damn. These old Americans (the writers) are dicks!

Finally Sam is speaking up! Thank God!

Dean stop blaming people, Jesus, it was an accident (Jack you phrased it sooooo poorly though)! shout out to Sam for taking it this so well cuz he’s been through too much this season alone. He lost a whole fucking army, then his mom after he got to know her this time! And the concussions! So many concussions.

Angry Cas is sooooo fucking hot 🥵 when he slammed that truck with his fist 😏

Awww the first thing he does when he sees Jack is hugs him. Jack needed that so bad!

The biggest travesty is we never got to see the SquirrelVerse!

When Sam asks if God is watching them — Sam do you even know what omnipotent means?!

It’s just like I said in season 11. God doesn’t owe anyone anything. But everyone owes Him everything. He gave everyone the freedom to choose, for better or worse. But this iteration of who God is seems to watch what people and creatures decide to do with their lives. He made the weapon to see who among Sam, Dean or Cas would take it and strike Jack down.

So ultimately when Dean tracks Jack down and Jack throws Cas into a tombstone and Sam is running dramatically to stop it, Dean ultimately decides not to kill Jack. But why though? He kept talking shit about how Jack needed to be dealt with, but when the moment comes, he won’t do it?! I mean I’m glad but it doesn’t really make sense?!

Was it the puppy eyes? Did Sam teach Jack that trick? But Jack closed his eyes at the last second???

Oh Dean, you’re such a fucking softie. That’s on you God. You made him softer than Mr. Pillsberry.

If anything, Dean is the step daddy. Cas is Daddy. And then there’s Uncle Sam 🤣

Sam is many things, but stupid is never one of them. Naïve maybe, trusting, desperate. But not stupid. And not crazy, this time 🤣

I will say what makes this story compelling is the fact that the Winchesters find themselves locked in a cycle of violence at the hands of their Creator, and they’re refusing to commit further acts of violence in effort to stop it all and rebel against their cruel, dispassionate maker. But they have no means to back it up…today.

Not the Burger King catchphrase🤣🤣🤣

Not Jack being…smote?

Not Dean being yeeted into another tombstone?

Sam, why did you think that was gonna work on God? He made the weapon. You really think He’d make something that could kill Himself? Nah bruh.

So we’ve approached the ending of the penultimate season. 20 more episodes to go! Ah!!!! I’m excited but also not since the ending is what I know (mildly).

Side note - Sam & Dean still don’t know about Castiel’s bargain with the Empty (kinda seems pointless since God killed Jack anyway…Cas basically fucked himself for nothing 🤦🏾‍♀️ [I know how it ends but yeah still])

It’s not about the destination though, it’s the journey (I keep telling myself that).

God said fuck y’all. Shouldn’t’ve poked the bear…now these poor innocent people gonna die like sheep to the slaughter. Y’all got a lot of cleaning up to do and with so little people to help you.

So did God undo all the killings the Winchesters did? Cuz damn….that’s 10+ years of work undone. In 1 moment.

They’re not getting out of the cycle anytime soon.

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We finally watched Nocturne.

... what? No, no endless post this time :P not only because it's just one season. It's just as I expected: it's not as infuriating as its big sibling. (unless you're familiar with the French Revolution coughcough@the-crow-binary)

We only watched the first four episodes so far, and I have already said a lot, so let's go.

The thing I complained the most about, I noticed, was the worldbuilding, mostly how vampires work. The original show "elfified" vampires, only keeping the basic traits "need blood, don't like sunlight or running water, can turn into things like bats and mist". They were portrayed as this ancient rage, one with its own culture (much superior than the dumb humans who forget everything because church bad): they sleep normally, they can eat food if they so wish, apparently they can have sex with zero issues lol, and infamously child vampires are treated as, well, innocent children and not as poor human kids suffering a terrible fate. Trevor even kindly tells us that the reason vampires hate crosses regardless of their faith is because their eyesight is so advanced that they freak out at the sight of geometrical shapes. The only monstruous trait they have is that apparently they have a tendency to go insane and crave power. Honestly, they kind of remind me of Twilight.

And somehow Nocturne manages to get it worse.

Now, yes, vampires in Nocturne bite far more often than in the OG show. I think in that other show we see them doing that... twice? And Carmilla and Lenore lick Hector's blood; then they just drink from their stock of blood à la Drac from SoTN. Anyway, Nocturne is more willing to show them as beasts, so good job. Hell, Sun Thundercat even turns a human!

But in this setting, vampires seem to not even have those few weaknesses they had in the OG show. For a story centered on how Sun Thundercat will bring eternal night to the world because sun is the number 1 obstacle to vampires, it's baffling how easily they can just walk around in plain daylight. Olrox looks out of the window with his face illuminated by the sun. Drolta can literally walk just fine, even without a parasol. @spinningbuster98 kept asking "why don't peasants or slaves just destroy the windows of the places where they know vampires live?" - well clearly they'd be fine!

And special shoutout to Drolta who openly mocks the concept of her being hurt by being in a church. At least in S1, Blue Fangs explained its presence in the Bishop's church by blaming his heinous actions for pushing God away.

Vampires are also shockingly well integrated into society. These extremely pale people, with visible pointy ears and long fangs, can chill around in a nice palace or stroll into a theatre, and no one bats an eye. How? In the OG show, vampires could be in a position of power (see the council of Styria), but they mostly worked from the shadows. Did humans just... accept the presence of these monsters?

(the cross weakness becomes way funnier now. Vampires are weak to the religion they used to believe in, so Annette can ask the help of the Christian God to harm previously Christian vampires. I actually like this. But then this makes that OG "vampires have super freaky eyesight" scene even stupider than it used to be)

Another point for the clumsy worldbuilding. Hey, remember how I complained that N!Hector wearing Hector's CoD outfit makes no sense? Because that's what he could cobble up from his old Devil Forgemaster uniform and it's basically the best he can wear for running through the country and fighting, while N!Hector 1) is still in Drac's service in S2 so you'd expect a more professional uniform from him, like the one worn by N!Isaac, and 2) he very much does not fight, making details like the arm guard and the single glove look redudant. We have a similar issue here: Maria, whose design was taken straight out of DXC, complains in the first episode that her mother is too poor to pay taxes. You can tell that she doesn't look that poor. To make things even worse, in the second episode, Tera is able to offer bread to Annette and Edouard: the French Revolution started, among other reasons, because even bread got ridiculously expensive for common people! So which is it? Is Maria one of the common people, or a well-off young woman who really has no business leading the revolution?

And this... is tied to other problems.

The French Revolution is nothing more than a shallow backdrop for the main plot being the Vampire Messiah being hyped up as the greatest evil to ever evil. You can tell the writers did not care when they cast Vaublanc, a real person who fought against slavery, as a vampire slaveowner. I think. I think you shouldn't do that.

The point is, it becomes increasingly jarring when you see that the main protagonists, the ones who spout the most generic "liberty, equality, fraternity"... are not even French. Maria has Russian origins, and as I've shown she seems to be doing well. Richter is a Romanian who grew up in the US. Annette, who gets to make a super epic speech about freedom, is a runaway from Saint-Domingue. Edouard is a rich opera singer, also from Saint-Domingue.

Oh, Annette.

You know, I want to say something. I'd have much more patience for her abrasive, ungrateful, condescending behavior, I'd justify it as a result of her trauma, if it weren't for how mean-spirited she is and for how no one seems to even react to her.

bruh.

You did that, huh. Richter has been nothing but kind and supportive to you, relating to the loss of your friend and of your mother - this isn't a Trevor situation where you can fall for what the story tells you and believe he's actually rude, no, Richter is on-screen a very nice guy! And you say that? To his face? After he revealed to you that the Belmonts used to do magic but he can't because he lost his mom? Something you should know how devastating it feels? And you THROW THAT TO HIS FACE??

Richter is the one who gasps, by the way. Maria and Tera over there? Nah they're just eating popcorn as this stranger is deliberately hitting Richter where it hurts the most. Thanks girls.

Oh but she's not done!

I know what this is. Look at her, the Stronk former slave who suffered Hardships which inherently makes her more Mature and World Wise, looking down on the two white French people who obviously had it so easy in their lives.

Hey, Ms. Adult. Who's the one who lost control of her powers, leading to Edouard becoming a Night Creature? Richter is too nice to throw that in your face. I'm not :)

Hey, Ms. I Suffered More Than You. Who's the one who only managed to save herself from the plantation only due to magical god-inherited powers? Which is also incredibly insensitive to the real-life slaves who managed to escape with nothing more but human skills and intellect?

Hey, Ms. I'm More Mature Than You Whiteys. Who's the one who needed the help of a rich half-white man to be protected? Not that you even know the concept of being grateful.

Uh, and Tera? You mind chiming in? You mind defending your daughter and your adopted son from this stranger who keeps being rude and disrespectful? No? Okay. She just suggests how to save Edouard, but lets Annette's words slide. You and Lisa can compete for the title of Mom of the Year.

Oh, but this is not a sexism or racism issue. This is literally the same thing as Alucard in S2 being the biggest hypercunt to Trevor, making fun of his traumatic childhood, cruelly mocking his family and his legacy, and treating him like he's nothing more than a failure of a drunkard when the dude has been nothing but a help in fights and gave them access to the vast Belmont Hold... and Sypha always rushed in Alucard's defense because boohoo his depression is an icy well of sadness, he Suffered More Than You!

This is just the writers shitting on the Belmonts, and I am sick of it. Trevor did not deserve this, and Richter doesn't deserve this.

Anyway, characters. I have little to say. Richter is the best one, being reasonably cocky as you would expect from him; not to an insufferable degree, just yeah he comes off as an immature young man who needs to grow up. I like him. Maria is a parody of teens on Twitter talking about seizing the means of production, and I kind of forget she's there. Annette, yeah :) Edouard got retroactively characterized after his death, but I still don't know how to describe his personality beyond "helpful" and "source of infodumps". Tera exists. The abbot is profoundly stupid for allying himself with vampires for the sake of crushing the "Godless" Revolution (there's an N!Hector joke to make here but it's not worth it). Drolta is basically Isaac who slapped a pair of tits on himself and just like that she's a beloved slay queen icon. Templar Agent Stone Mizrak is mere bara bait so far. Olrox... well, so far he's mildly intriguing for being outside of the hero/villain dichotomy. Kind of a tryhard, though, and I still don't know why he didn't just kill Richter.

My last complaint is that it's really boring how they hype up Sun Thundercat as this harbinger of DEATH AND SUFFERING AND PAIN AND TERROR way before we even see her. It reminds me of Alucard exposing how a world without humans would be: just this empty, edgy narration with nothing to show for it. But at least by then we had a taste of Dracula's anger and powers, so this is even worse. You need to try harder to build up an antagonist.

and finally, have the best moment in the whole franchise

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hobeemin · 6 months

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the visit

🦇 genre: angst, smut, supernatural, vampire au

🦇 pairing(s): vampire!kim hongjoong x (f)poc!reader x vampire!park seonghwa

🦇 rating: 18+

🦇 warning(s): biting, blood, restraints, blindfolds, dirty talk, kissing, lots of sensory deprivation

🦇 word count: 1k

🦇 credits: forgive me for any mistakes, this is getting posted unedited... i know i know, i never do that, but i wanted to write something for Halloween...but life lol

thank you to @beomcoups for looking this over 💜💜 thank you so much!

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🦇 a/n:

for @kpopsblackcreatorsociety Halloween Event "Blood and Bane"

⤞ Category: vampires

⤞ Prompt(s): sensory play | blindfold

Lips traveled down her frame as goosebumps trailed behind. She let out a hiss as pointed teeth dragged across her bare chest. Squirming under the restraints wouldn’t stop them from their work; instead, it made them want to do more, push her to the edge.

If anyone had told her she’d be seduced by not one but two vampires on that night, she would have laughed in their faces. Because c’mon…vampires weren’t real.

Oh, they indeed were. Meeting Hongjoong and Seonghwa was purely by chance. Y/N took a chance going to a BDSM event for the spooky season. It was simple: she signed up in interest and got an invitation immediately. As it was Halloween-themed, she needed a costume ASAP. It was a tie was between Selene from Underworld or Michelle Pfeiffer’s Catwoman.

Catwoman won.

Walking into the party, she didn’t expect to join in on the first night. For her, it was an observation. Curiosity brought her there, but what she didn’t realize was that she grabbed the attention of the two men instantly.

They could smell the purity on her. It was like a veil that embraced her. How fun would it be to dye it red?

Seonghwa appeared before her first. The usual antics, small talk, and whatnot. She was enamored, to say the least. Even under the dimmed lighting, she could tell he was breathtaking, even if he was covered head to toe in black. All she could see was his eyes, but that alone drew her in.

“Love your costume,” he purred.

“T-Thank you,” she stammered out.

“Don’t think I’ve seen you at one of these. You new?”

“Y-Yes. My first time.”

Seonghwa chuckled, leaning against the wall. “Welcome. I’m Seonghwa.”

“My name is Y/N.”

“Lovely name.”

“Seonghwa hogs the pretty ones,” a voice cooed behind her.

Y/N turned to see another man dressed identically to Seonghwa. He wasn’t as tall as him, but the power that radiated from him made her knees buckle. He returned her stare with equal amusement.

“I’m Hongjoong.”

“P-Pleased to meet you, Hongjoong.”

“Happy to have you as our guest tonight.”

Her eyes widened. “This is your party?!”

“Yes, it is. How do you like it so far?”

“I like it a lot,” she gushed out, “I mean, it’s something different I’ve never done.”

“Were you hoping to find something here, Y/N?” Hongjoong inquired.

She gulped once, then twice. They were so close. Why, under the lights and heat of the club, did she feel a chill go through her body?

Seonghwa lifted her gloved hand into his, removing the mask over his mouth. His lips pressed onto her knuckles, making her knees buckle.

“Well, little Kitty, are you ready to go down the rabbit hole?”

And so here she was after giving her consent. Body bare on display for only their eyes. Wrists restrained above her head with a silk tie wrapped around her eyes. Her other senses heightened as they worked their magic on her. She was like putty in their hands.

Seonghwa admired their handy work as he nodded at Hongjoong.

“You’re a piece of art, Y/N,” Hongjoong whispered. “Don’t know how lucky you are to catch the attention of both of us.”

Seonghwa nodded in agreement. “This never happens, Kitten. We just want a little taste.”

Y/N rubbed her thighs together. Something about their words only caused her lust to grow. “Yes, please do,” she begged. “Use me how you want.”

A smile formed on Hongjoong’s face as two sharp fangs appeared. “With pleasure.”

He dropped to his knees, spreading her legs wide for him to see. His breath played on her skin as his lips and tongue traveled up to her inner thigh.

“So soft,” he murmured, “So sweet. And all ours.”

Y/N felt a prick as she winced, but soon the euphoria washed over her. A strangled moan spilled from her lips as Hongjoong lapped at the blood trickling down her legs, reveling in the taste. He made sure not to drain her. She was too good to get rid of so quickly. He bit down on his bottom lip, letting a few drops fall on the marks. They healed closed as he left a kiss on the place.

Seonghwa tapped his shoulder with a grin.

“My turn.”

He closed, dragging his thumb across her lips. Y/N keened into the touch. “You’re so turned on, you don’t know what to do, hmm.”

“S-Seonghwa?”

“Hmm, needy for me, too. Oh look, Hongjoong, our little Kitten is addicted already.”

“Want me to kiss you love? Take your breath away?”

Her head bobbed as his lips grazed against her. His hands wrapped around her neck, pulling her close and deepening the kiss. If she weren’t being tied up, she would have dropped to the floor. He pulled away as she let out a whimper, moving to her neck to nip the skin gently.

“Hongjoong says you’re delicious Kitten. May I have a taste as well?”

“P-Please.”

It happened so fast. His fangs pierced her shoulder, drawing out more nectar for him to feast on. Meanwhile, Hongjoong caressed her skin, whispering sweet promises in her ear.

Her body felt so alive. It was nothing like she ever felt before. She reacted so strongly to the men she came on just those actions alone, her hips bucking at nothing. Seonghwa licked the remnants, closing the wound. He nuzzled against her, kissing her earlobe.

“You are a treat, little Kitten.”

Hoongjoong hummed in agreement. “Don’t want to share you with anyone else.”

Seonghwa removed her restraints and blindfold, letting her rest on the bed as they brought her water to drink. She hadn’t realized how thirsty she was until the liquid flowed down her throat; her eyes adjusted to the lights in the room as the two men sat on the bed on each side of her.

“How do you feel?”

She placed the glass down and rested her head against the pillows. “Exhausted but invigorated at the same time.”

Hongjoong clicked his teeth. “It’s a long night, Kitten, and we’re hardly done with you.”

“What?”

Seonghwa chuckled darkly as his fangs slid into view. “Oh, little Kitten, you’re in for a treat.”

#kvanity #ksmutsociety #kwritersworldnet #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #ateez #seonghwa x reader #hongjoong x reader #ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez angst

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irondad-defensesquad · 2 months

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The perks of being a wallflower - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Also on AO3! (Starts from first chapter)

TRIGGER WARNINGS (for this chapter) - mentions of suicidal thoughts and self-harm

DO NOT SHIP PETER AND TONY. P/ROSHIP DNI.

Weird. Apparently, the kid left earlier today, according to Happy. Peter is in school.

Tony has been feeling a little guilty for telling Peter to go to bed the way he did. Although Peter wasn’t in any condition to be in the workshop, the teen looked pretty drained. Not just physically but emotionally as well.

Thus, Tony thought he could make some nice breakfast for Peter. But then he found the boy’s bedroom empty. Peter must have left in a rush since he left his room messy. It’s not like him to leave without saying anything to Tony.

Regardless, the man starts organizing Peter’s things, like the bed and the abandoned clothes everywhere. The entire time, Tony tries to figure out what’s going on.

That is, when a white envelope lying on Peter’s desk catches his attention. Especially the big “Mr. Stark” written on it.

Huh, so he left Tony a letter? Peter usually texts him or calls him when he needs Tony.

The man carefully opens it, finding a handwritten letter. It looks messy but still readable. And the paper seems to have… dried teardrops. Quite a few of them.

“Dear Tony,

Dear Mr. Stark,

I’m so sorry I was messing everything up in the lab. I didn’t mean to make you angry.

I’m not feeling very good lately, for some reason. I mean, everything is better now, right? I love coming over and building things with you. That’s my favorite part of the week. But I’ve been feeling so bad, worse than I’ve felt in a while. I wanted to cry so badly and I didn’t want you to see me like this, because it’s not your fault, Mr. Stark.

I’m so tired. I want to die again. Or cut myself again. But F.R.I.DA.Y would let you know and you would probably get angrier with me.

So I’m gonna leave in the morning, okay? Maybe I should be alone for a while. You don’t want to deal with me like this. Again, I’m really sorry I ruined our time together.

I guess I’ll see you around.

Love Sincerely,

Peter”

…

Oh my god.

This is why Peter was feeling so off yesterday. Tony just assumed Peter was being irresponsible and not getting enough sleep. But the signs were so clear. And Tony didn’t even bother to check in on the kid.

He immediately takes his phone again to text Peter. He decides not to call in case Peter is in class right now.

Tony: Hey kid

Tony: You’re at school, right?

Well, the GPS says he’s in Midtown. Then again, Peter could abandon his phone somewhere or hack it like he did his Spider-Man suit before. In the meantime, Tony asks Happy if the driver noticed anything off about Peter. Happy only says that he noticed the kid was quieter than usual, but he just assumed Peter was tired.

Eventually, probably during Peter’s morning break, Tony gets a reply.

Peter: sup

Peter: yeah why?

Thank goodness.

Tony: I was just wondering if we could grab a bite after school’s over. Sounds fun, right?

The typing dots take a while to appear.

Peter: uh sure

Peter: is everything ok mr stark?

Tony: Of course, kiddo. I just miss you.

Peter: you literally saw me yesterday

Tony: Well, you left without even eating my masterchef breakfast.

Peter: you always burn the pancakes lol

Tony: Shush, that only happened once.

Peter may be joking around but Tony knows better than that.

Tony: Okay, I’ll pick you up then we can eat whatever you want. Sounds good?

Peter: ok mr stark

Tony: Alright. Sorry to bug you. See you later, kid.

Peter: see ya

Now Tony will only see Peter at 3 PM. He’ll just have to know what he’s going to do when they see each other again.

Tony is waiting inside the car, watching all the kids leaving school. Then he sees Peter talking to Ned. He’s smiling and laughing with his best friend. It all feels like any ordinary day… except Tony is keeping Peter’s letter with him.

Peter and Ned do that handshake of theirs, not without Ned staring at Tony’s car with amazement. He waves hello despite not being able to see Tony from outside due to the windows.

Regardless, Peter gets in the car with his usual casual smile. Though he seems a little suspicious of Tony’s sudden invitation.

“Hey, Mr. Stark,” Peter says regardless.

“Hey, kid. Did you have a good day?”

“I guess so.”

Tony is unable to really hide his concern, so Peter’s smile fades quickly.

“Okay, Mr. Stark, what’s all this about?” He doesn’t ask impatiently, he just doesn’t understand. He’s not even expecting Tony to apologize to him for being rude to Peter. Because he believes it’s his fault for not feeling well.

Tony sighs deeply, taking a moment before revealing the envelope, which was carefully closed again.

“... I read your letter.”

Peter’s eyes widen like never before. He snatches the envelope quickly.

“What?! No, you weren’t”– Peter looks like he wants to tear the letter into pieces –“You weren’t supposed to read it!”

“What do you mean? It was on your desk and it had my name,” Tony gently points out.

“No, I forgot it there! I was supposed to take it with me!”

“But you still wanted to tell me something, right?”

Peter groans, angrier at himself than anything. Tony almost puts a hand on his shoulder but he doesn’t know if that’s going to help.

“This is so embarrassing,” the teen says, wanting to cry.

“Kid–”

“No, I mean…”

Peter takes a deep, shaky breath.

“Ever since I was a kid, I would… write letters to you. I did send you the first ones but that was a long time ago. I knew you wouldn’t reply ‘cause you had more important things to do… but I kept writing more and more, imagining you’d be able to read them somehow. These letters got a lot more personal and no one else knew about them, not even Aunt May or Ned… or my uncle. I stopped writing them when I became Spider-Man because I wouldn’t really have time, and well… I got to know you, so why keep writing letters, right?”

The teenager starts letting out tears. He tries to hide them.

“But this last week… I dunno what happened. I started feeling really bad again. I was afraid of telling you that and I screwed up. So I thought it’d be better if I left before I ruined everything for good.”

Now, Tony squeezes his shoulder.

“Peter…”

“I-I didn’t, like… plan to do anything against myself. But I’m still thinking about it. Things are gonna get bad again and I don’t want them to. I wish I could stop it for once.”

The moment Peter starts sobbing, Tony pulls him in a hug.

“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I’m sorry I’m such a mess…”

“Shhh… I’m sorry I got angry with you, kid. I should’ve talked to you.”

“It’s not your fault…”

“It’s not your fault, kid. You deserve to be heard.”

Peter is shaking his head but he’s not protesting. His tensions slowly disappear as he returns the hug. He just sinks in it completely, like he’s been wanting a hug from Tony for years.

“You can tell me when you’re not feeling well. I promise I’ll listen and try to help you,” the man reassures him.

“I just don’t wanna lose you, Mr. Stark…”

“You won’t. I’ll be here for you, okay?”

Peter lets go of a breath he’s been holding back this whole time.

“Okay.”

Tony squeezes him a little tighter.

Eventually, they let go.

Peter’s face is tear-stained and red all over. He’s contemplating the envelope in his hands, not wanting to destroy it anymore.

“So… you mean you wrote more letters to me?” Tony asks.

“Oh, man… I wrote a lot. And they’re so embarrassing. If you already find my rambles annoying, they only get worse in the letters.”

“Well, I love your rambles, kid.”

Peter smiles shyly.

“I think I lost some with how often I moved,” he reflects. “But most of them are with me.”

“Hmm.”

Silence.

“... do you really want to read them?” Peter doubts.

“Only if you’re alright with it. I would love to know you better, but you don’t need to show them to me if you’re not comfortable.”

There’s a spark in Peter’s eyes, which must come from his child self, that actually really wants Tony to know what he has in mind. The kind of things he couldn’t translate into any other way.

“I could… um… send them to you at some point. There are a lot of letters. It’s okay if you can’t read all of them and like I said, they’re really cringy and dumb.”

“You’re not dumb.”

“Still, Mr. Stark.”

“That’s because you haven’t seen my letters. I’m actually bad at them.”

Peter rolls his eyes at his mentor, who takes them to Delmar’s. They get some sandwiches and chat for a bit. Then Tony points out Peter shouldn’t be on his own when he has suicidal or self-harming thoughts. Especially considering May hasn’t been home often due to her night shifts. Therefore, Tony offers Peter to stay with him for a while, so he has company and safety. There are also doctors that can help him if Peter needs them.

Tony admits he’s a little surprised that the boy accepts the offer. But of course, he’s relieved that Peter is accepting help.

His stay lasts a week or so. Peter slowly feels better again, so he goes back home, promising he’ll keep in touch.

Soon, Tony receives a huge box of letters.

Peter jokes with a sticky note, “Careful! Fragile”.

Tony will certainly read all of these.

Dear Peter,

Hey, buddy! I’m only a couple years late. Better now than never, right?

I’ve read nearly all of your letters and I will finish the remaining ones. I am definitely going to reply to every single one of them, just you wait. But I would like to tell you a few things first.

I want to thank you for all your letters and for sending them to me. I’m glad I could help you feel less lonely in a way. I know you don’t have it easy, kid.

I also wanted to remind you, it’s not your fault. You were struggling with so many things at once, especially with your powers. You always did the best you could, and you keep doing your best. You don’t know how proud I am of you.

Finally, thank you for being you. You are so talented, Peter. My greatest honor is getting to know you, including your sad parts. You can trust me with them. I hope I never make you doubt that again.

Many hugs,

Tony

P.S.: Do you still have that mini arc reactor you built? That would be the greatest birthday present ever.

P.S.2: Do you have your camera? I want to see your photos as well. Hell, when I thought you couldn’t be more talented…

#lotus speaks #irondad #fics #my fics #suicide mention tw #suicidal thoughts tw #self-harm mention tw #self harm mention tw #sh mention tw

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sleepsacked · 2 years

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kim hongjoong nsfw a-z

18+!! mdni!!!

tumblr is fuckin ugly on mobile & duplicates shit idk how to fix it but if u do lmk >> anyways a lil smth til i get more motivation </3 im working on a masterlist rn & im debating if i should jus post it and edit it later </3 anyways doing all the members for this bit hopefully finished by the end of the week ^.^ enjoy<3

a ⋆ aftercare

not the type to be too crazy and loving after sex, of course wants to clean up but i think he'd also be the type to kinda wanna wind down post-sex in his own mental so would probably just clean up and lay with you quietly, depending on his mood and how much he is in his head or not, you might get lucky with some affection

b ⋆ body part (his favorite body part)

ok i know i said he was an ass man, but now im like . thighs. i could see him being a thighs guy, or even tummy </3 bye i could see him giving soft ass kisses on ur tummy </3

c ⋆ cum (anything to do with cum)

idk why but i cant see him being the type to like coming inside often, but if he did he would make it worth it. would probably hold off on sex for a while just to make sure he'd give you it all. other times would probably come on your tummy or ass depending.

d ⋆ dirty secret (his dirty secret)

why do i feel like he'd be curious about getting a footjob LOL and i will Not Elaborate unless asked. Other than that . WOULD Love when you top, but he's to prideful to admit he likes it when you do

e ⋆ experience (how experienced is he?)

average? LOL like not crazy experienced but not clueless either, but also picky who he opens up to sexually - a lot of trust and interest needs to be involved

f ⋆ fav position (sex position)

as ive said before- speed bump!!!!!!! && idk the name for this but the position where like his lovers head would be hanging over the bed and he'd fuck their mouth YEAHHH i could see him really enjoying that <//3

g ⋆ goofy (how he acts in the moment)

probably during foreplay he'd be a little goofy depending on comfortablity, but for the most part likes to be pretty serious and intimate. i feel like he'd be the type to say smth super cheesy like "sex is an energy exchange" LMFAO so he'd probably keep it pretty serious in the moment

h ⋆ hair (how groomed is he?)

i dont think he's hairless, definitely trimmed and groomed

i ⋆ intimacy (how passionate is he?)

hm this man is a scorpio so i hate to fall into that stereotype they're super like freaky and passionate but i do think he is - but only if he's all about you - like a tunnel vision type of love. you can see how charasmatic and passionate he is in terms of music and performing and i think that would translate into the bedroom if he feels like you're the only one for him

j ⋆ jack off (how often he masturbates)

i dont think he's the type to be horndog 24/7 but probably 1-2 times every other week idk horomones are weird </3

k ⋆ kink (one or more)

ORGASM CONTROL. i feel like even though his personality seems very colorful and wild or open-minded, in the bedroom he likes structure and being the one to call the shots and this definitely reflects in how much your orgasming and if he's letting you - maybe breathplay and some biting

l ⋆ location (fav place to do it)

not too keen on exhibitionism, so the bedroom/home is where it stays but if he's too eager for you then he doesnt mind somewhere more open

m ⋆ motivation (what keeps him going)

LOVES LOVES LOVES how reactive you are during sex to whatever he gives you, and loves that your honest about it, would be the type to stop in the middle of something if you're not giving your normal "feedback" and would ask where he needs to touch you or if he needs to go faster or slower

o ⋆ oral (giving + receiving — is he good?)

likes both equally but loves when you go down on him, refer to fav position bullet point >> loves seeing him bulge in your throat, enough said.

p ⋆ pace (fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

prefers to start off slow and hard and gradually pick up pace from there >> if you guys are in missionary though, definitely takes him time with being slow and sensual

q ⋆ quickie (his opinion on it + how often they happen)

since he'd prefer more at home/in the bedroom environment i dont think quickies would happen often unless you guys went a long time without seeing each other and were just too eager

r ⋆ risks (is he willing to experiment, does he take risks, etc.)

would be open to experimenting some in the beginning of a relationship, but could see him falling into a routine and feeling comfortable in that.

s ⋆ stamina (how long can he last?)

probably two rounds MAX, but i think he'd be the type to wanna get you off first as much as possible before he has his way with you, would wanna edge you a lot first so you both could cum together

t ⋆ toys (does he use/own any?)

nahhh, would probably get you a dildo or a vibrator or something to use when you guys are away and wanna have phone sex >> but no matter the distance, mans is still in charge

u ⋆ unfair (how much does he tease?)

a menace, i definitely feel like he's a mean tease in public and likes seeing you embarassed or flustered so would be mean nonstop but fear not! behind closed doors, he loses some composure after seeing how riled up you are for him

v ⋆ volume (how loud is he + what noises does he make?)

dont really see him as whiny (at least all the time), but i do think he's a moaner, and definitely dirty talks but only if you guys are in close proximity and he can say it in your ear type vibe. i definitely think he would risk it all if it means getting to have you in his studio and letting him record yalls session(? LOL) >> feels confident in his own volume and moans to wanna incorporate it into something for later + he'd love to flex knowing his lover (you) sounds so good <333

w ⋆ wild card (random headcanon for him)

oh . dont even get me started . for one, i think this man is super into making out or just kissing in general. i definitely think he falls apart if you suck on his tongue in the middle of a makeout session 1000%

x ⋆ x-ray (what’s under his clothes?)

not thaaaaat big (but got some girth to him) and knows it </3 but makes up for it everywhere else >> might be insecure abt it in the beginning of a relationship

y ⋆ yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

dont see him the type to be clingy a lot and doting on a lover all the time, especially because he does have that "work now play later" vibe so i think itd really be like once a week or so but would make it a whole scene (foreplay, teasing, edging, etc.)

z ⋆ zzz (how quickly does he sleep after?)

dont think he'd fall asleep quick but not have much energy afterwards, probably stay up long enough to clean up and come down from post-nut state and then end up cuddling up with you

#ateez #ateez smut #ateez x reader #kim hongjoong x reader #hongjoong x reader #kim hongjoong smut #hongjoong smut #park seonghwa #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jungho

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My Running Thoughts on DFF (Episodes 1-4)

Just started and caught up with DFF, thoughts from my watch for episodes 1-4 are below

Episode 1

Okay but people not hearing from someone is kind of the definition of disappeared

"Don't over think it he probably just moved" lol very comforting

Okay why are you smoking with asthma--I assume this will be related to how he dies, you better keep your inhaler on you at all times when the horrors start

Hmmm some relationship red flags from this guy

Lol our killer getting a bit handsy lol, but what are the actual logistics of that?

Throws cigarette over the railing, starts a fire, end of show--it's all a PSA: only YOU can prevent forest fires

Lol did he just bite his dick to make a point 😂 That's right stand your ground, bite his dick!

Okay so is this a real person or supernatural? Cause the hand and now only one person is hearing weird things. I wonder if there will be a trend of the newbies not hearing or seeing things for a while

Owww. Well the murder got right to the point--the stick kind

I don't know anatomy that well but why is there blood in his mouth? I mean I'll let it slide since it's a trope but I'm still wondering

I think we should split up 😅

Poor guy hasn't even started lessons yet and now he has to deal with tree impalement. Oh good, yeah he's right don't pull it out

Some good delegation from Phee (? still learning names)

Okay that's so not where you're going to find jumper cables ...Okay I was wrong but it certainly wouldn't be where I'd look

Maybe one of you just take the motorcycle? Seems like less of a waste of time, cause it'll take at least 10 minutes to jump that truck...

Oh good, but they should've done that before wasting time finding cables

Oh walkie talkies or radio smart

Who keeps a saw in their kitchen?

Team bike is not doing well lol

Wait so the murderer did try something, enough to cut his arms, crazy that they figured that out just like that though

Okay so it is supernatural maybe cause they aren't seeing it at the same time. I guess it could be hallucinations but it's so consistent

Oh brave to try and bring the bike back still

Wait are they holding off on what they saw in the video till next week or did I just miss it, I'm very good at missing more subtle jump scares but then jumping at stuff that wasn't supposed to be scary

Oh wow they actually used a busted bike for shooting, love that, truly delightful

Love that they give us these behind the scenes it's a nice reprieve from the spooky spooky. It reminds me of something I read on tumblr about how blooper reels serve a similar role to curtain calls for tragedies, they let us know that the actors are okay after all and it's all a show. I will now take all horror with bloopers please! sincerely, a resident scaredy cat

Alright I enjoyed that even if I won't sleep tonight, that mask is so well done and I'm starting to get a feel for the characters

Episode 2

Wait does iqiyi only have this tagged as romance 😳

Ah yes separate from the group that's smart

This is why you don't go off on your own in a horror show, and your even one of the ones convinced it's supernatural man

The masked man: Can you give me directions please, I seem to be lost

Oh wait I'm bad at faces it's the other guy, but also still stupidly alone

I know you're alone but maybe try and fight back

So will the axe be gone and no one believes him or will someone find it later in horror?

Lol he's seeking revenge cause he's upset you tried to film a sequel, don't mess with a writer 🤣

"Thai ghosts can do anything"...Oh interesting that they're making that explicit distinction. If my understanding is right, thai phee can be physical and there's less of a distinction between corporeal vs incorporeal, ghost vs monster. So they're setting the possible stakes and genre. This is a western style slasher but if it is supernatural we'll likely be operating on thai rules for that not western ghost stories. Heck it might mean that this is both physical and supernatural.

Guys, I don't think getting rid of evidence is going to make a ghost move on from its attachments

Ooof that's more than a little rash ouch. Oh not real. So if they're hallucinating it's not just the old group

Interesting to phrase it as "beat him"--so was it self defense in the past or maybe they see it as justified?

Ouch is right my poor ears

Okay physical knife but hallucinated choking. I like that they're playing with whether this is a person or supernatural. It totally fits with the emphasis on this potentially being a thai ghost. Cause it's hard not to waver back and forth.

Is it still not noon yet? Like I assume that'll fall through anyway but still, will the plot all happen in like two days? Interesting if so

All he said was he heard a sound, why are you asking if he saw someone? Suspicious me thinks

Ah really un-suspicious doc

Okay but 2 guys there were also around 3 years ago, you just gave your plan to find the drive first away...

I'm confused why Jin doesn't want it destroyed

Oooh punchout, fight fight fight

Well I knew the uncle wouldn't make it but goodness gracious 🤣

Okay I know it's supposed to be scary but I laughed when he was still handing them the bags

Wow seriously just abandon everyone including your boyfriend, you're on my shit list now

Also you didn't check that you were past the wire when you rode off

Okay Top, but you and Tee literally have encountered the thing before why are you acting like Tee is ridiculous for saying he saw and heard someone

Oh good job you do care a little even if you're going to lie your ass off about it--you're still on my shit list, Tee

Ghosts don't use wire, but like Thai ones could technically, but I guess that's a lot of extra work when you could do anything else as a ghost. I'm really liking how it's playing that line. Is this supernatural? Is it a slasher? What type of horror is this? We don't know yet, the characters certainly don't either.

Did the uncle's body just move?

The end song is very pretty, not what I'd choose for a horror show but it is a nice safe wind down from the scary

Episode 3

Really liking Ta's acting here, it's obviously a bigger role but he's standing out way more to me than in KinnPorsche

Okay I know we are upset about trust issues, but saying Top shouldn't go alone is smart actually you dumb asses

Sure you can set up the walkie talkies to communicate but then anyone can listen in if they know what channel you tune it to, so watch out

Oh yes let White go get the other walkie talkie alone

Ummm shouldn't you still have it tuned to the outside and try it as you drive out to see if you can reach anyone

I feel bad for the guys who are new. Unless they're in on it. Tan is pretty persistent

I do like that we as the audience are as curious as the newbies about what the heck happened in the past, it's a nice way to draw us in and give that past stakes beyond just a motivation reveal

Okay thank you, no touching or concealing bodies thank you. But good point about attracting animals

Okay yeah his body did move

I don't know why that attack felt so cartoonish, not in a bad way just visually it read that way to my brain

Oh Top is gone...dramatic!

Nice that they want to go after him but also how do they expect to catch up with a bike

Wait weren't they leaving, how'd he get back so fast?

Okay so only Top saw it, so is it supernatural or are more people in on it. Tan, I have my eye on you

Lol that's a big temple to just be hiding, spooky though

I want to know more about this Janta. Is it supposed to be a buddhist sect or older practices? Feels like it fits a trend I've noticed of older folk practices being framed as spooky in thai horror but my sample size is small and my context still pretty limited

Duuude great doctor over here, trying to shut up the dying guy. Have you killed before Fluke? Huh?

Interesting how their desire to hide the past keeps making them go against what would be best for survival, like telling white to go somewhere else

Yay white being smart and polite to the deceased! He best live

I think this is the first time I've seen them carrying weapons/defense of any kind. Hope they use it

Oh God how bad is this going to be? That is a lot of blood

Well he's not on the ceiling. After watching both Shutter and Nang Nak the possibility is totally there

I wonder what the writing says

Wait was that a statue or a mummy

Lol aware of the genre now, let's not split up, a little late, but good job guys

Wait one of them is named Phee, I'm guessing it's intonated differently but still an interesting choice

Ah here comes smoking with asthma, still betting that fucks him over when his inhaler is stolen or something

Wait who asked about the smell, cause White doesn't seem to be sniffing or anything

White being a little princess and the pea over here, good for him, I'm putting my bet on him for final girl. White for final girl 2024!

Oh boy what they absolutely don't need is a gun in this situation, I see it helping for defense but also being ripe for so much to go wrong

Lol the sudden flash back scared me more than the axe throwing scare earlier. My ability to miss jump scares but jump at random shit instead prevails

Okay good hide that sucker, no one needs to know you have a gun until the pivotal moment you use it to save yourself

Okay it was the dudes at the shrine who asked about the smell

Wow these guys are so unobservant pffff, let's all pay no attention while the axe guy just walks right up to us

Okay they all see it this time, so unless it's Top in there the rest are accounted for I think

Glad they're fighting back physically this time

I mean maybe try a few more swings before running, 4 on 1 you could maybe get the mask off

Maybe wait on opening the drive, White, cause I feel like doc is going to come looking for you soon

Oh doc is scary, hope White hid that in time

I don't feel like hiding in a confined axeable space is the smartest choice

Ah saved by another idiot

Locked in a casket by your own stupidity. I think they should kiss about it.

Oh did he already sew the wound? Not sure the logistics on that when it's a stab wound

Okay these two are stupid, like there was so much time to run while axe guy just slowly walks

Okay but axe guy on the motor bike is such a funny image...WEEEEEEE

Interesting, so does axe guy not want the disk shown or is he after doc now

So not abandoning White this time, how gallant

No but White is right you best sterilize things

Doc is losing it

And the gun comes out at the worst time

Okay so mask reveal, interesting

Will we actually get to know so early?! It's got to be a twist. Cause if it's Top under there then there's definitely more to it

Episode 4

Fluke's lost it

Is he going to force white to do the sewing?!

Boy you better sanitize that needle

Oof did not want to see the stitching, but at least doc did it himself

He's bleeding in his abdominal cavity AND you just used unsanitized equipment so he's probably going to get a nasty infection

Ah the romance of being locked in a box. I think the oxygen problem could be resolved by kissing actually

Again? Did he dislocated his arm in the past or something

Not going to try and snap it back in, probably smart I guess

What ghost or human could lift a person like that, well it's got to be one or the other guys

Wait I'm pretty sure those were the pants Top was wearing

Yeah okay kind of suspected but how does that work?

And does that mean he's headed to help or harm White

Oh now a ghost? And not in a mask so a real spirit this time, unless it's hallucinations? So I'm guessing multiple things are happening at once in terms of the attackers.

Again only one person seeing it

Omg did this fool just pull a "I'm not lost the woods are just cursed" 😂 going to pull that one out next time I don't want to admit I'm lost. Not all who wander are lost, some are just stuck in cursed woods where they shot a horror film and are now being hunted down for real.

They literally went a foot before spotting the house

I see they brought the supplies the uncle bled all over inside

Why is a random newspaper with tee's uncle sitting there, seems very planted. Did Fluke put it there?

Oh God is that foreshadowing is there something in his stomach

Did Top poison himself or was he forced?

He probably shouldn't become a doctor if he's complaining over two patients

Looks like some clay can but that's cursory search. Oh he learned it from detective conan how cute if this wasn't life or death

Bleeding eyes seems to be a thing

Why are they using a hair dryer on the clay and not like the oven

Hmmm maybe try the oven before waiting till the sun comes out!

Dun dun dun

Possession? Or has Top just lost it?

Oh no! Friend on friend violence! We're one man down now

Okay but why now? Por has been dying just fine until now. And the killer seems pretty well planned. So I don't think Top is the actual one behind anything. I mean I guess he could've faked the poisoning but again why kill him now? Cause wouldn't it be better to go after White who saw the tape?

I mean no one checked it was loaded so I guess it makes sense it wouldn't be shooting bullets

I'm not convinced it's just Top being a maniac, I still think there's a supernatural component or at least more going on

Ruh roh it is loaded after all what did I say about bad things happening if you throw a gun into the mix

White love you bud but you are being super unhelpful right now

It looked more like he was trying to shoot himself

Good job White atta boy!

Oh fluke looks so sad...

And then there were 7 (or 8 I guess if we have an extra person running around after all)

I do like that because this is a show and not a film we get their moment of grief and that's given space 😔

Now doc has no patients (too soon?)

Ahhh poor doc, that's a lot before you've even had your training, wouldn't blame him if he switched majors (allowing he stays alive and all)

Yes for goodness sake tie him up, though I'm guessing he'll be back to normal and it's not the end, that or he's gone already

How'd these idiots get locked in the shrine, you were outside before, go around

Wait who was on the walkie?

Dude I think getting out is way more important than your resume, though I guess if you think it's over

The comparison and contrast between Top losing it supernaturally (or hallucinating idk) and fluke losing it cause of the past and his anxiety over the future

Ah the joys of youth, friendship, and threatening each other with a gun in a cabin

Dang dude

Once again fear of the past is making them choose to screw themselves over, mostly Fluke here, but yeah

Dude you have alibis and CCTV footage, you'll be fine (i mean you won't cause it's definitely not over but yeah)

Top making a hilariously dramatic re-entrance

And then there were 6? 7 I guess if we still assume there's an extra person. If the shot actually landed. Maybe doc just got himself a new patient instead

Oh looking forward to seeing Non and a non-passed-out Por next week!

#dff the series #dead friend forever #my posts #my reactions #dff episode 1 #dff episode 2 #dff episode 3 #dff episode 4

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acradelius · 1 year

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Sorry if asks aren't open but could I get moira with a sub male s/o seducing her back into bed

"Come Back To Bed~"

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairing: Moira O'Deorain x Submissive!M!Reader

Rating: Lemon [🟡] (NSFW!)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: Male x Female Established Relationship, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breast Stimulation, Clit Stimulation, Humping, Biting, Begging, Praise, Teasing / Open Ending

Word Count: 991 Words

Author's Note: imagine teasing moira, lol

“Moira,” Questioning where the absentee scientist had gone considering that no matter how many times that (Y/N) patted down Moira’s spot in the bed, she was yet to make an appearance back into the bed. As a soft yawn proceeded to escape past (Y/N)’s lips he had turned his head to glance up at the digital clock, squinting at the clock to focus upon the numbers seeing that there was still sleep within his eyes, scoffing softly as the time was a quarter past two, being just four hours past since they had both initially went to bed. “Can’t believe she’d just leave me all alone in bed like this.” Pushing himself up from the mattress into a sitting position (Y/N) had begun to rub his eyes as he also stretched out his legs, letting out a soft groan. Leaving the bedroom and following the artificial light led (Y/N) to the kitchen, Moira standing at the counter pouring herself a cup of coffee, black per usual for that woman, and holding paperwork from her laboratory in her free hand. Taking advantage of her being sidetracked by coffee and paperwork, he took the moment to silently observe her, smiling to himself and muttering to himself about how beautiful she was. It was then he walked up to be standing behind her, pressing his own body against her own and grumbled into her ear. “It’s almost three in the morning, why are you doing paperwork? WE should be sleeping~”

Moira doesn’t necessarily give a verbal response, just the gesture of her pressing her ass against his cock as she drinks from her cup despite that there’s still much steam wafting from it. (Y/N), despite still being mostly tired, acknowledges what she wants him to do by lightly thrusting himself against her bare behind. Moira wants him to seduce her back to bed, to give her a reason to step away from her paperwork and punish him. Squeezing at her hips (Y/N) continues to thrust himself against her ass, whining and pleading with her to come back to bed with him. “Please, Moira,” He begins, leaning his head down to kiss at her shoulder and let his lips wander to her neck and earlobe, leaving gentle kisses or biting just hard enough to faintly leave marks. “How about you come to bed and I’ll let you try that double ended dildo on the both of us?~ That one that’s been hiding in the back of the closet that you bought on our trip back from Italy?~” That must be the way to get her back to bed, she had only mentioned wanting to use it almost every day since then. Gripping the cup was a sign that she was contemplating the offer, setting it down momentarily to glance back at him.

It doesn’t take long for him humping Moira from behind to have his cock erect, precum spreading across her lower back and ass cheeks as (Y/N) proceeds to use them as some sort of fleshlight. “Touch me, and we’ll see if that can draw me back to bed~” Happens to be the only words that come from Moira before taking another drink for her coffee cup. Couldn’t even be a couple seconds after that (Y/N) proceeds to slip his throbbing cock between Moira’s folds, starting to slowly thrust all while one hand transitions from her hip to her clit and the other to her breasts. Gently, but with enough pressure for stimulation, rubbing circles against her clit all while cupping, groping her breasts, and pinching and pulling at her nipples. “P-Please, Moira~ I’m being such a good boy, touching you like you have commanded me to~ Is it enough?~ Is it enough to bring you back to bed?~” He begs, he pleads, his touch becoming more frantic. “M-More!~” Happens to be the only response he receives from Moira, who’s back was now arched and with one hand gripping at his hair. How much more is there to do, he questions himself. (Y/N) does the only thing that he can think of, which happens to be him slipping his cock into Moira’s soaked cunt, both of them letting out pleasured moans of relief.

(Y/N)’s moans become muffled as he proceeds to bite down at Moira’s shoulder, pushing her to bend down slightly against the counter to reach further into her cunt with his cock. “M-Moira, please!~” (Y/N) attempts to plead to her one last time, holding her close to himself as his thrusts are becoming frantic, becoming sloppy. God, was he about to bust his nut right then and there as well. He could feel that Moira was close to reaching her orgasm as well, with the way her body jolted against his own when he pressed down onto her clit, thrusting deeply into her cunt whenever feeling her clenched tightly around him. At that point, despite being almost overwhelmed with pleasure, (Y/N)’s mind had then sprung an idea on him. He had proceeded to remove all contact from Moira, despite that he just oh so wanted to become one with her once again and be praised about how well of a good boy he happened to be, following Moira’s commands to please her like they both knew that he would. He was in no way to deny her, but this time he decided it would be okay to do so. Making way out of the kitchen he only stops whenever Moira calls out to him, visibly trembling. “W-Why did you stop? That wasn’t what I had commanded you to do.” He gave a grin, reaching a hand down to begin stroking his cock all while then continuing the head back to the bedroom. “How about we make our way back to the bedroom to finish what we started?~ Last one there has to be in the fluffy handcuffs!~”

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therhythmafterthesummer · 6 months

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I have more question and would like to hear your thoughts on some what ifs

1) do you think autumn wouldn’t have stayed in Chan’s pack if there would have been specific rules for omegas, even if they were ones to actually protect them? Ex: when close to your heat let others know when you are going out and request of someone else go with you

2) thoughts on if Changbin just so happened to find himself in a dark alley with Autumn’s ex and he knew there would be no consequences. Mine are I doubt the guy makes it out alive

3) like how Chris in the actual band doesn’t care about seniority and let’s IN do things like hold the trophy first, get first bites ex, does this happen in the actual pack?

4)if it was just mitten and Sir P/future cats for the rest of ever by themselves, do you think he’d suffer from lone wolf syndrome? Do you think he’d notice if he did get it?

5) are lunar eclipses and solstices also important for the wolves for runs and celebrations?

6) what if instead happy zoomies from Chris when he finally learns he’s gonna be a dad, he actually gets so excited and worked up he passes out? Thoughts? Cause like tbh it would be so cute.

7) for soulmates/truemates, if one of them were to pass would the other likely die of a broken heart? If so, does it ever happen to just other mates/packmates?

-🥝

love these so much, you already know.

she could've dealt with rules for omegas depending on what the rules were. if they'd been something like "omegas tend to the household while their alphas work" or "omegas must obey higher designations" she definitely wouldn't have stayed.

wr!Changbin has had his fair dose of anger issues, and i feel like all those would resurface if he saw Hyunwoo lol. he'd definitely try to fight, and at the very least, he'll get him unconscious..

yes, yes it does. Chris just wants his pack members to follow the very few rules he's put in place (help each other out when needed, speak out if you're uncomfortable, protect each other, anyone that's coming to the building must be introduced to Chris, and he will decide whether or not they can come into the den, etc). other than that, everyone's pretty much equal.

he wouldn't notice if he were suffering from lone wolf syndrome, at least not for a while. but, kitten and sir p are part of his pack, so he wouldn't get it anyway. in this universe, lone wolf syndrome is more about the pack than it is about being surrounded by other wolves. it's also why, when jisung found them, minho was fine. he wasn't alone, he had kitten (and his mum, and sir P, and kitten's dad).

yes, yes they are! i just haven't decided how they affect werewolves in this universe ahhaha. anything related to the sun, the moon, and the stars can affect them in one way or another.

awwwww, that's cute. i don't think he'll fully pass out, but i'm sure he'll be really close to hahah. he'll either try to go on a run to let those feelings out, or not detach himself from his prettiest for a second (aka, enters annoying protection mode).

yes, soulmates/truemates would die if the other passed. we know chris x pretty are soulmates, as are hyunlix x moss. with hyunlix and moss, if two of the throuple remain alive it's very likely that they'll survive for much longer, since they have each other, you know? if two of them die, whoever's left will die of a broken heart. same thing with pretty x chris. i feel like it's obvious that if pretty died, Chris would 100% die of a broken heart. what people might question is what would happen to pretty if Chris died.... pretty is human, but the universe has tied her to Chris, so she'd also die of a broken heart if he died. regular mates wouldn't necessarily die of a broken heart, but it's very likely that they wouldn't mate ever again (it'd depend on the relationship they had, honestly). pack mates usually wouldn't die of a broken heart if one of their own passed.

hope these answer your questions and that they make sense sjkdfhskjf feel free to let me know if they don't

#🥝 anon #ask #wereroomies ask #wereroomies headcanons

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the-wild-wolves-around-you · 2 years

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hear those bells ring: chapter 5 (a bakugo x reader fic)

Summary: Bakugo and Reader settle into their new agreement as healer and patient. (This is basically 2k of Kiri teasing Bakugo, and 8k of slow-burn terrible flirting. I will die on the hill that even as an adult Bakugo hasn't learned how to talk to women lmao)

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader; Katsuki Bakugo x You

Rating: M(ature)

Warnings: Adult language.

A/N: Heyyyyy sorry it's been so long lol. I got covid a few months back, immediately followed by a completely separate health scare (i'm fine) and just have not found the energy or motivation to do anything besides nap, watch tv, and doom scroll after I clock out from my job :p

But I got bit by the creative bug yesterday, so here's a 10k chapter haha.

~*~*~ No spoilers or anything. This is just a self-indulgent AU fic with aged up characters. Everyone’s in their mid-20s. Fic title is from a song called “Achilles Come Down.”

Ao3 Link: Here

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Ch 4 Tumblr Link: Here

“You’re here early. Hoping to see a certain someone?”

Bakugo immediately scowled as he stepped off the elevator and came face to face with a grinning Red Riot, who was in the casual sweatpants and tank combo that he usually slept in.

“I told you to drop that shit last night, idiot,” the blond said as he stomped past his partner. “And you’re here earlier than me, so shut up.”

“But see, I have an excuse, because I never left. I just crashed in one of the rooms.” Kirishima jogged to catch up with him, and the redhead wouldn’t wipe the infuriating smirk off his lips. “You, on the other hand, went home, got, what, maybe four hours of sleep? And then came in particularly early, on a day you’re not supposed to be here until noon. Why’s that, Bakubro?”

Bakugo felt his eyebrow twitch, and he curled his hands into fists and stuffed them into the pockets of his bomber jacket to keep them from sparking. But it was hard not to slap his palm against his friend’s face and light it up, because the bastard had teased him all night long during their patrol.

The blond should have known it would come up after he insisted on picking you up, but he had hoped Kirishima would just take his bald faced lie about wanting to “apologize” to you in private and clean up his image a bit.

Unfortunately, Shitty Hair had known him too long and immediately called him out on his bullshit.

Apologize? You? Do you even know that word? And clean up your image? Who are you and what have you done to Katsuki Bakugo?

Then, when Bakugo snapped and told him to just shut up and drop it, Kirishima’s eyes had gone wide before a devious smirk stretched across his lips.

Holy shit. You like her.

Of course, Bakugo had scoffed at the idea like it was ridiculous—because it was ridiculous—and said that you were just some stupid extra he didn’t even know, and he was only trying to keep you from running and crying to the media about him being the ass that blew up your grandparent’s legacy shop.

But Kirishima just couldn’t leave well enough alone, and he’d badgered the blond hero with questions about what the two of you had done and talked about after Bakugo picked you up. It didn’t help matters that Bakugo had shown up thirty minutes later than the time he’d promised to meet the redhead on their patrol, but it wasn’t his fucking fault you were a self-sacrificing idiot who apparently liked to starve herself.

Mentioning the food had been his biggest mistake. Because once Kirishima knew the blond had bought you food and taken you to one of their patrol lookout spots, the redhead was insufferable.

Fuck, dude, you really like her. I can count on one hand the number of dates you’ve been on in the last several years, and you bought food for none of those women. Let alone taking them to a romantic spot that overlooks the city.

The idiot was looking at it all wrong. Bakugo didn’t go on dinner dates because he found the whole making small talk between bites to be lethally tedious. Meeting a woman for drinks was much easier, the woman usually didn’t have as many expectations. Which was good, because Bakugo didn’t do serious relationships. Well, he didn’t do casual ones either, but sometimes, usually after a particularly shitty fight, he had a particular itch to scratch, and most women weren’t about to turn down a night of passion with Japan’s Number Two hero. But that was usually all it was, one night, because Bakugo had more important things to deal with and didn’t need some needy fangirl blowing up his phone every day.

But none of that even fucking mattered, because he didn’t take you on a date. He bought himself food and gave you some so that you wouldn’t pass out when he interrogated you. He had just needed answers, it wasn’t like he particularly gave a damn about the bruised circles under your eyes or how your face looked a little too pale when he picked you up.

And the lookout spot hadn’t been romantic. It was just the first place he could think of where the two of you could be alone and eat, because like he’d told you, he wasn’t going to let you ruin his leather seats with greasy fingers.

Bakugo’s decisions were always practical. Kirishima was just reading too much into shit.

“Yo, Bakubroooooo…”

Speaking of…

“What?” the blond growled as he snapped out of his thoughts. When he looked up, he realized he and Kirishima were standing in his office, next to his desk which was strewn with papers.

“Have you heard a word I said, or have you just been daydreaming about you-know-who?” Kirishima asked with a shit-eating grin, and then he immediately ducked and yelped as Bakugo chucked the nearest object at him, which turned out to be some stupid paperweight that just showed up on the blond’s desk one day. “Broooo, not cool.”

“Stop crying, I didn’t even hit you,” Bakugo scoffed. “You can harden yourself anyway, idiot. Now, did you actually have something you needed to talk to me about, or are you just running your fuckin’ mouth?”

“So mean, Kacchan,” the redhead pouted, because he knew that name always got under Bakugo’s skin.

Bakugo narrowed his eyes and blindly reached for the next nearest item on his desk, but Red Riot threw up his arms in an X over his face, his skin preemptively rippling with his hardening quirk.

“Alright, alright, I’ll leave you alone,” he said with a hint of laughter in his voice, but then he poked his head out from behind his arms, glanced out the glass walls of Bakugo’s office, and smirked. “In fact, I think I see a better conversation partner right now.”

Bakugo frowned and followed the redhead’s line of sight, and a weird sensation wriggled through his chest.

You were standing uncertainly near the elevators, shifting from foot to foot and wringing the hem of the sweatshirt you were wearing in your hands. In all honestly, you looked a little ridiculous. Well, your hair was brushed and orderly, and your face looked pink and freshly washed. He couldn’t tell for sure from this distance, but he thought you were even wearing a bit of makeup. Not too much, but enough to put a little color in your cheeks and brighten your eyes, so from the neck up, you looked acceptable.

The neck down was what looked ridiculous.

Your short frame was practically drowning in the clothes you were wearing, which were the merch items he and Kirishima had given you yesterday. They hadn’t known your sizes, so Kirishima sized up to be safe, and apparently he went too far. The orange, green, and black Dynamight sweatshirt hung almost to your knees, the neckline gaping a little around the jut of your collarbones. The hoodie clashed horribly with the Red-Riot chibi pajama bottoms, which were a bright crimson with stupid tiny Kirishimas all over them, but the pants at least matched the Red-Riot fuzzy socks peeking out the way-too long hems that pooled around your feet.

Bakugo felt a twinge of jealousy that you were wearing two pieces of Kirishima’s merch and only one of his, but he immediately squashed the thought into a deep corner of his brain and set it on fire because what the fuck? Why should he care?

He didn’t. He was just… fucking tired. He’d only gotten a couple of hours of sleep last night. Not because he was thinking of you or anything. Just… about how your quirk could, and would, help him in the future.

“Well, doesn’t she look pretty?” Kirishima muttered and violently tugged Bakugo from his thoughts.

A flare of heat ignited in his chest, but the blond told himself it was just irritation at being involved in this dumbass conversation.

“Pretty stupid,” he found himself saying, but even that didn’t stop Kirishima from throwing him a smirk.

“Maybe you should go grab some coffee or a nap or something, Mr. Grumpy Pants,” he said as he straightened up and ran a hand through his spiky hair. “And I’ll go wish our guest a good morning.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Shitty Hair,” Bakugo snapped, but the redhead only laughed before he left the office and walked across the bullpen area to reach you.

Bakugo scowled after his friend and watched as he called out to you with a friendly wave. Some of the nervous uncertainly drained from your face when you saw the red-haired hero, and you even smiled at him as he stopped in front of you.

The blond stood there staring at the two of you as he tried to figure out his next course of action. On the one hand, if he walked up to you now, Kirishima would be sending him not-so-subtle looks and smirks, which might just push Bakugo over the edge this morning.

But on the other hand, he didn’t want to retreat and get coffee or whatever Kirishima suggested because the bastard would also use that as ammunition for his next teasing streak.

Also, there had been a reason Bakugo came in so early when he should have been catching a few more hours of sleep. After you agreed to help him last night, he didn’t have time to ask you all the questions swirling around his head because Kirishima had started to blow up the blond’s phone, so the two of you quickly finished your dinners before Bakugo sped over to the agency, unceremoniously dropped you off with his PR manager, and then left to go on his patrol.

But his questions had kept him up half the night. How did you quirk work? How were you able to heal something, seemingly without realizing it, that a doctor had told him hours previously would never work again? And if your quirk was so damn powerful, why the hell were you working as a damn seamstress, grandparents be damned?

It didn’t make any sense. And Bakugo hated when he didn’t know things.

Before he even made the conscious decision, his feet started moving for him, and his brain only caught up when your eyes locked on his over Kirishima’s shoulder.

Those same eyes widened, and Bakugo thought he saw your face go a little pink before Kirishima whirled around and grinned at him.

Bakugo wanted to punch out every one of his pointy, smug teeth.

“Wellllll, Bakubro, how nice of you to come say good morning to our guest,” the redhead drawled. “She was just telling me she slept well.”

“Did I ask?” The blond scowled, but then his eyes clicked over to you, and he saw you wince and swallow. God, you had the shittiest poker face. “Stitches.”

“G-Good morning, Dyn— uh, Bakugo,” you stuttered and cleared your throat, and the hero didn’t miss how you tacked on the “-sama” honorific again.

Kirishima’s sharp white grin was almost blinding in the blond’s peripherals. “Stitches, huh?”

“Shut up, Shitty Hair,” Bakugo said as he threw a glare at the redhead.

The bastard’s grin was so wide now it was about to crack his damn face in half, and he half covered his mouth as he learned toward you and stage whispered. “Don’t worry, his nicknames are a sign of affection.”

“O-Oh,” you muttered, and now you were definitely blushing as you glanced at the explosive hero and quickly looked away.

Bakugo was going to strangle his partner.

“Actually, Shitty Hair, I came up with the nicknames to drive you and all the extras away, but you were like leeches,” Bakugo sneered in an effort to save face, but the effect was ruined when Kirishima just threw his head back and laughed.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said as he waved his hand dismissively. “Oh, by the way, Sero texted us about drinks this weekend. And, before you say something all manly like, ‘Like I care,’ I will remind you that it’s Denki’s birthday, and he’ll just cry and then sulk if you don’t show. So, it’s one night of drinks, or weeks of him pouting.”

Bakugo glared at him for several long, silent seconds. “I hate you. And Tapeface. And Dunceface.”

“Love you, too, bro,” Kirishima replied with a wink. “I’ll let them know we RSVPed.”

Movement in his peripherals suddenly caught the blond’s attention, and he turned to see you glancing between him and Kirishima with a slight smile on your lips.

Great. Now he looked like a sappy fucking idiot.

“Stiches,” he barked, which made you jump and face him completely with wide eyes. He realized belatedly that the nickname wasn’t helping his case with his annoying ass partner, but he knew using your real name would only be worse at this point.

“Y-Yes?”

“Have you eaten?” he asked and blatantly ignored Kirishima’s stupid face in the corner of his vision.

“Ahh, no,” you said as you started to shift nervously on your feet again. “I was, um, actually coming down to see if you guys, uh, had something for me, but I wasn’t expecting it or anything! I didn’t want to assume, but I can of course go get my own coffee and breakfast.”

“In that?” Bakugo cocked an eyebrow and gave a pointed look to your overly large and mismatched clothes.

Your cheeks flared red, the flush crawling down your neck and into the collar of your Dynamight hoodie. “My, uh, clothes were all kind of dusty from the… debris in my apartment, so I also wanted to ask if there was a laundry room I could utilize.”

“Of course—” Kirishima started to say before Bakugo cut him off.

“I’ll show you where it is.”

You blinked at him in surprise, as did Kirishima, but his surprise had an undercurrent of glee.

“Feel like playing tour guide, bro?” the redhead taunted, and his lips twitched as he very clearly fought back a smirk.

“Don’t you have a meeting with the extras?” Bakugo sneered and jerked his chin at the circle of sidekicks who were uncertainly standing around the edges of the bullpen area.

“Oh, shit— sorry, guys!” Kirishima shouted at the sidekicks with an apologetic wave. “You all can head into the conference room, and I’ll join you in a minute.”

Bakugo rolled his eyes as he stepped forward and past you, smacking the button for the elevator. He didn’t hear you move to follow him, but he refused to turn around and see his partner’s stupid, smirking face anymore, so he snapped over his shoulder as the elevator doors opened. “Well, are you coming, Stitches?”

“Oh! Sorry. Y-Yes, I’m coming. Um, see you later, Red— Kirishima.”

A moment later, you were shuffling into the elevator beside him, and Bakugo turned as the elevator doors started to close.

He unfortunately caught Kirishima shooting him a very obvious wink and finger-guns.

“See you two later!” the redhead yelled as the doors cinched shut, and then Bakugo was left staring at his own scowling reflection.

He was going to kick Kirishima’s ass the next time they sparred.

“Um, Bakugo,” you said after a moment of silence, tacking on the “-sama” honorific once again.

“Stop that,” he snapped irritably.

“Stop… what?” You blinked up at him and seemed to shuffle a few inches back until you were half-pressed into the elevator wall.

Bakugo prided himself on being the best hero there was, and part of that was striking fear into the hearts of idiot villains who would dare stand against him. But something about the spark of unease he saw in your gaze didn’t sit right with him, made something in his chest feel weird, and he huffed as he moved over and leaned against the opposite wall of the elevator.

He wasn’t giving you more room, he was just tired of standing upright.

“Stop the -sama shit,” he muttered as he glared off into the corner. “I don’t need you to blow hot air up my ass.”

“I’m… sorry if I’ve offended you,” you said, and he could hear the confusion in your voice even if he couldn’t see it on your face at the moment. “I— like I mentioned, I moved here not very long ago, so I’m still learning the social customs. I was just trying to be respectful.”

“You didn’t feel need to be so ‘respectful’ with Shitty Hair,” he pointed out as his eyes flicked back over to you. You’d only used the ‘-san’ honorific with the hardening hero, a detail that Bakugo isn’t sure why he noticed.

“Well, I— he seemed to want me to be more informal with him,” you stammered as you fidgeted under his crimson gaze. “Besides…”

“Besides what?” the blond pressed when you trailed off into silence.

You bit you lip and stared down at your feet, shuffling in your Red-Riot socks and open toed slippers. “Besides… you were the one who saved me— my neighborhood from that villain. I just wanted to show you my gratitude.”

Now, it was Bakugo’s turn to squirm with uncertainty. Citizens threw him praise all the time in the middle of disaster zones, but he was quick to brush them off and keep moving. Here, he was stuck in a small box with you, and he suddenly didn’t know what to do with his hands, so he shoved them into the pockets of his bomber jacket.

Then he realized with a start that he hadn’t pressed the fucking button to get the elevator moving, and he cursed under his breath as he jabbed his thumb into the panel.

The elevator jolted to life, and he saw you sway on your feet out of the corner of his eye. Silence descended over the pair of you as you transitioned floors, and when the doors dinged open, he strode through them without a backward glance.

“Come on, Stitches,” he called over his shoulder, and he heard your soft footsteps scurry after him down the tiled hallway.

“Wait… this is my floor,” you murmured after a moment, and he glanced back to see you looking around with a furrowed brow.

“No shit,” he said. “Didn’t you say you needed to do laundry?”

“O-Oh, right.” You nodded and nervously tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and he noticed that the hoodie you wore was so long, the sleeves swallowed almost the entirety of your hands. You kept pushing them over your wrists, like you couldn’t sit still, but the fabric just fell back into place every time.

“I— We can get you another one.”

What the fuck? What was he saying? Why was he talking?

“Another what?” you asked, looking up to meet his eyes, but then you gasped as you tripped over the hems of your too-long pants.

Bakugo caught your elbow without thinking, and he frowned as he remembered you falling out of his car last night.

“You really are fucking clumsy, aren’t you?” he grunted as he helped steady you on your feet.

“Sorry.” You blushed and quickly extracted yourself from his grip. “You can obviously see why I failed the entrance exam to the hero course. Twice. My dad always said I was blessed with a stronger version of my mother’s quirk because the universe knew I’d trip off a cliff and die otherwise. And my gift has certainly come in handy a number of times, as you know from, well…”

You stopped rambling and let out a nervous, tittering laugh before you seemed to catch yourself, and then you snapped your head up and darted an anxious look up and down the hall.

“Take a breath,” Bakugo said when he realized what got you so squirrely. “All the sidekicks are downstairs with Shitty Hair right now. But try and watch your words more carefully. We both got secrets, and I don’t need you blabbing about either of them.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.” You winced and ducked your head.

Bakugo stared down at you. “You apologize too fucking much.”

“I’m so— um, I mean, I know. I’ll… try to stop.” You seemed to shrink into the collar of your Dynamight hoodie, and you wouldn’t meet his gaze.

Something about your cowering dog posture made his skin itch, and for some idiotic reason, Shitty Hair’s words from the other day floated through his head.

Be nice.

Bakugo scowled and looked away from you, down the hall. Then he took a deep breath and tried to recall every half-listened to piece of advice his PR manager had given to him over the years.

“Look,” he finally said at length, and he turned to face you fully. “I know this whole shit-fest situation isn’t ideal to you, but the agency is gonna have your little shop looking better than new in a few weeks, and I’m not gonna turn you or any of your little patients into the cops or immigration. And I don’t know what you’ve heard on the damn news or online, but I only hurt shitheads who deserve it. Disregarding the fact that hurting you world be stupid since I need your quirk, I’m not a fuckin’ monster. So stop looking like I’m gonna hit you.”

You gaped at him for a solid ten seconds, your mouth opening and closing, but Bakugo suddenly didn’t want to hear what you had to say in response to his sappy rant, so he turned to lead you down the hallway again.

“Come—”

“I… didn’t think you would hit me.”

Your words drew him up short, and he paused midstride, glancing back over his shoulder. Your cheeks flushed under his intense gaze, but you met his eyes this time, and your voice when you continued came out steady.

“I didn’t think you would hit me,” you repeated as you maintained eye contact. “I just… don’t want to annoy you. You’re already doing so much for me, with taking me in and fixing the shop, I don’t want to be more of a burden than I already am.”

“Who said you were a burden?” Bakugo scowled. “Don’t be putting words in my mouth. My agency is well-off. We can afford to feed you for a few damn weeks, and fixing your shop is nothing.”

That was a little bit of a lie. Bakugo had to listen to his accountants bitch and moan over the expenses he’d racked up in the last week, but you didn’t need to know that.

“I’m—” You bit you lip and stopped midsentence, and by your wince Bakugo could tell you were biting back another apology. After a moment, you managed to affix a smile to your face, and the blond noticed it was a little crooked. “I didn’t mean to imply anything. From what I’ve seen, the agency looks amazing, but I guess I should have expected nothing less from Japan’s Number Two hero.”

Bakugo narrowed his eyes on you. He couldn’t tell if you were trying to patronize him or not, but he couldn’t deny he felt a thrill of pride at you complimenting the agency he built up from nothing using just his blood, sweat, and tears.

“Damn straight,” he finally huffed before he jerked his chin down the hall. “Now, hurry up and grab your clothes. I don’t have all day.”

“Oh.” You blinked in surprise when you realized you were several feet from your door. Then you startled into action, hurrying past him and patting your pockets until you let out another nervous laugh. “Oops. Forgot there’s no key. I always lock my apartment even when I’m just downstairs in the shop, left over habit from growing up in America, but Japan’s actually been much safer so far. Well… excluding the other night I guess…”

Fuck, you really liked to babble. It reminded him of Deku, but for some reason, you weren’t as annoying when you did it.

“Is that a problem?” Bakugo suddenly found himself asking without meaning to, and when you looked up at him with a confused expression, he felt the need to clarify. “The no key thing? We can get you a lock or something. If you need one.”

Great. Now your rambling was brushing off on him. That, coupled with his lack of sleep, was the only explanation as to why the fuck he was asking these stupid ass questions.

“Oh, no, I’m fine!” You immediately waved him off as you opened the door. “I mean, what safer place is there than a hero agency, right? Let alone Dynamight and Red Riot’s agency. Like I said, just a habit, but I’ll get used to it.”

Bakugo grunted noncommittally, and you stared at him for a minute before you jumped.

“Right, let me just… grab my stuff,” you muttered as you started to slip through the door. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

Bakugo opened his mouth to ask if you needed help, but then caught himself, wondering why the fuck he was trying to be so accommodating.

Fortunately, you didn’t see the internal war on his face because you slipped into your room and clicked the door shut behind you, leaving him standing alone in the hallway with what sounded like Kirishima snickering in the back of his head.

He really needed a fucking nap.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

You really needed a fucking drink. Or several. Were bars even open this early in the morning?

Not that you could even go to one. Because apparently you were about to do your laundry with Pro Hero Dynamight.

A strangled noise rose up in the back of your throat at the ridiculousness of your situation, followed by a blush that covered your whole face as you leaned back against your closed door and took a deep breath.

This whole situation was turning out to be a nightmare. In more ways than one.

Firstly, you hated relying on anyone for any type of help. Maybe that was unhealthy, but that was just how you were. So, having to rely on others for shelter, food, bills, and other necessities like just clean damn clothes was already bad enough.

Then there was the stupid dream you had last night.

You couldn’t remember most of it, which was a blessing, but you did remember flashes of pale, scarred skin, the smell of caramelizing sugar, and a deep voice groaning your name.

You didn’t know who to blame more: your traitorous mind or body. Sure, he had saved you, technically not purposefully, and yeah, it had been… a while since you had any intimate experience with someone, and sadly even longer since you went on a nice date, but you logically knew Pro Hero Dynamight hadn’t taken you out on a date. He bought himself food, gave you some probably so you didn’t pass out, and then brought you to a private location to pry the truth about your quirk out of you. And maybe there had been a few nice, comfortable minutes of silence after that interrogation, where the two of you just finished your dinners quietly while looking out over the city. But that didn’t mean what your lonely body and mind wanted it to mean, and you berated yourself for being so reactive. You’d been blushing, stumbling, and fumbling over your words all morning, to the point where Bakugo thought you were afraid of him.

And maybe you had been a little afraid when you first met him, but now you were just on edge, trying not to be so stupidly obvious even though, as the blond had pointed out many times, your poker face was awful.

So awful that even Kirishima had noticed.

You groaned and dropped your face into your hands as you recalled the sly smirks and looks the redhead hero had thrown at his partner down on their main floor. He’d obviously been teasing the blond, so the hardening hero had obviously clocked your awkwardness and blushes, which was just mortifying.

How were you going to survive the next several weeks?

“Stitches!” Bakugo suddenly pounded his fist against the door, making you jump. “Are you almost done? I’m growing fuckin’ old out here.”

“Sorry!” you shouted back reflexively and then cringed at the apology. “I’ve almost got everything, just a moment!”

You scrambled away from the door and toward your bed. The room they’d set you up in wasn’t very extravagant, but it was bigger than your bedroom back home, so you couldn’t complain. There was a small attached bathroom, no shower, but it had a toilet, sink, and mirror. A desk was shoved in the opposite corner, next to a wooden wardrobe, and a bed lay beneath the window across from the door.

Thankfully, you hadn’t even really tried to unpack after realizing your clothes were all dusty, so you just zipped the duffel bag up and hurriedly slung it over your shoulder. The extra weight off balanced you for a moment, but you righted yourself without falling and then grabbed your rolling suitcase.

When you yanked open your door, Bakugo was leaning against the opposite side of the hallway, with his arms crossed over his chest and his right leg hiked up behind him so the sole of his boot pressed into the wall. His black bomber jacket and dark jeans made his looming frame look lithe and compact, his pale hair and white t-shirt standing out in stark contrast, and you had the errant thought that he should have been a model instead of a hero.

No. Stop it.

“Fuckin’ finally,” the blond muttered as he shoved himself off the wall.

You quickly turned to close the door behind you, but when you turned back to face him, he was suddenly inches from you, the smell of burnt sugar almost cloying in your nose.

What kind of cologne did he wear? It was absolutely driving you insane.

“What—” you started to ask but were cut off when he suddenly slipped a finger under the strap on your shoulder and unceremoniously yanked the duffel bag right off you, much like he did when he picked you up the other night.

“You’ll be too slow carrying both of them,” he grunted, slinging the bag over his shoulder before he marched past you and further down the hall.

You ran to catch up to him, your rolling suitcase clattering along the tile behind you, and the blond slowed his pace until the two of you were side by side. Then he suddenly scowled down at you.

“Don’t go tripping again,” he said, glaring at your too-long pants. “After we throw your shit in the machine, I’ll get one of the interns to grab you clothes that actually fucking fit.”

“Oh, you really don’t have to do that,” you rushed to assure him.

“I’m not gonna be around all the time to keep you from faceplanting, Stitches.” He rolled his red eyes as he came to a stop in front of a door, grabbed the handle, and shouldered it open. “Last thing we need is for you to fuck yourself up on agency property.”

“It’s not like I’m going to sue you over me being clumsy.” You frowned as you followed him into what you quickly realized was the laundry room, given all the machines that lined the walls. “Besides, my quirk heals my own minor injuries usually in a twenty-four hour period. So, even if I did ‘fuck myself up,’ I’d be fine by the next day.”

“Why are you so goddamn stubborn?” Bakugo grumbled as he dumped your bag onto one of the folding tables.

“I’m not stubborn,” you argued, but when he cocked a pale eyebrow at you, you deflated and blushed. “I just… don’t want to be ungrateful. Or wasteful. I can hem the pants myself… well, once I have some new equipment. But I don’t need a new set. And…”

Here, you trailed off, your cheeks flaring with more heat, and Bakugo grunted with irritation.

“And what?” he asked as he stared at you with those intense crimson eyes.

“And… I like the sweatshirt,” you muttered, lifting your rolling suitcase onto the table beside the duffle so you wouldn’t have to look at him. “I mean, I-I like my sweatshirts a little bigger anyways. They’re more… comfy that way.”

Bakugo was silent for a moment too long, so you peeked up at him through your lashes and found him raking his gaze over you from head to toe. You were sure your cheeks were as red as stop signs now, but the pro hero didn’t comment as he pushed away from the folding table.

“Whatever,” he said as he started making his way toward the door. “I’m assuming you know what a washer and dryer look like and how to work them?”

“Y-Yes?” You furrowed your brow at his retreating back.

“Good,” he said over his shoulder, and then he was walking out the door, leaving you alone in the large white room with the silent machines and your dirty clothes.

You blinked after him for a moment, confused, but then shook your head. What were you expecting? He said he would show you where the laundry room was, and he did. He wasn’t about to fold your clothes, no matter what your overactive imagination said.

“Pull it together,” you berated yourself, turning to your bags and pulling out your dusty laundry.

You separated your clothes into piles based off their color and specific care instructions, just like your father taught you as a child. In college, your roommates made fun of you for not just tossing everything in together to meet death or glory, but you found the whole process relaxing. You would usually listen to some music or a podcast when you did your laundry, but your headphones were currently charging back in your room, since you used them all night to try and fall asleep in such a new environment.

You didn’t usually like to be alone with your thoughts for too long, and now was no exception, especially given the dream flashes that were still lingering along the fringes of your mind.

So, you started thinking about all the things you would have to do once your shop reopened. You would need to make a list of all the customer pieces that had been destroyed in the wreckage and contact their owners to see how they wanted to proceed. Since most of your customers were sweet, elderly people, they’d probably be very gracious, but you planned to give them a sizable discount for the inconvenience of being out of commission for several weeks. Then there were a few fabric vendors you would need to touch base with…

You hummed to yourself as you started putting the different piles of clothes in their own washing machines. They were all currently empty, so you didn’t feel too bad about taking up three machines on your own, but then you frowned when you realized you didn’t know where the detergent was kept.

“Soap’s in the cabinet in the corner.”

“Fucking shit!” You jumped out of your skin as you whirled around, and Bakugo smirked from where he was leaning against the folding table next to your bags.

“You really need to pay attention to your surroundings, Stitches,” he snickered. “Also, I might not know much English, but I know enough to know you’ve got a very dirty mouth.”

You blushed to the roots of your hair, both from embarrassment and from hearing the word “dirty” come out of his own mouth.

“I-I thought you had left,” you argued.

“That’s what you get for thinkin’.” The blond shrugged. “Come on, it’s gonna get cold.”

“What is?” you asked with a frown, but then the smell of coffee and warm, delicious food wafted into your nose, and your stomach gurgled.

“Breakfast, obviously.” He rolled his crimson eyes. “Are you going to put the soap in the machines or what?”

You didn’t want to embarrass yourself further by stuttering out more questions, so you turned to the corner of the room that had a cabinet bolted into the wall and strode over to it. Inside were various bottles of different detergents and softeners, as well as dryer sheets and reusable dryer balls, and you grabbed the first detergent you saw before marching back over to the machines and filling them up.

When you were done, you put the detergent back in the cabinet before you hesitantly made your way over to the pro hero, and you saw that your bags had been blocking the two bowls and two mugs of coffee Bakugo had set onto the folding table.

“Where did this come from?” you couldn’t help but ask as you stared at the food. It seemed to be a mixture of fried rice, eggs, and various vegetables, with two pieces of grilled fish shoved up along the lip of each bowl.

“It fell out of the sky,” the blond scoffed as he reached into the pocket of his jacket, pulled out two sets of wrapped chopsticks, and handed one to you.

“I’m serious.” You frowned but took the chopsticks. “I hope you didn’t have to go out and get this, I—”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, Stitches,” he muttered, opening his own chopsticks before he picked up his bowl and hopped onto the row of machines opposite the folding table. “The room next door is a kitchen. The interns and sidekicks usually keep it stocked so we can cook between shifts if we want to. You’re free to grab whatever ya want while you’re here. Also, pass me one of the mugs, will ya?”

“You… cooked this?” you asked as you picked up one of the cups of black coffee and passed it over to him. Then you opened your own chopsticks and glanced down at the bowl. It smelled delicious.

“Yeah, well, I hadn’t eaten this morning, so I threw something together.” Bakugo scowled and shoved a bite of fish into his mouth, swallowing sharply before he spoke again. “If you don’t like it, you’re welcome to go get your own shit.”

“No, no, I— thank you, it smells amazing,” you hurriedly corrected.

Bakugo grunted around another bite of food but didn’t say anything else as he took a deep swig of coffee and kept eating. Not wanting to offend him, or let the meal grow cold, you picked up your bowl and tried not to drool at the mouth-watering aromas that assaulted your nose. Using your chopsticks, you tore off a chunk of fish and scooped up some rice, and the moment the mixture hit your tongue, your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

“Mmmmm,” you moaned as you savored the various flavors. The fish had a charredness that paired well with some kind of citrusy note, the vegetables were fresh and crunched between your teeth, and the rice and eggs were umami and spicy in turns.

You opened your eyes as your swallowed, only to find Bakugo staring at your intensely. Your skin immediately prickled under his scarlet gaze, and you reached up to touch the corner of your mouth.

“Do I have something on my face?” you muttered in embarrassment. “My mother always said I was a messy eater. As a kid, I always ended up with rice in my hair somehow.”

Oh my god. What were you saying? Shut up, shut up, shut up.

Bakugo, to his credit, didn’t laugh at you, but he did continue to stare at you almost unblinkingly.

“You’re fine,” he said after a long moment, then seemed to quickly correct himself. “I mean, you’re rice free for now.”

“Oh… good,” you said lamely and cursed yourself.

You suddenly felt very awkward just standing there holding your bowl, so after a quick moment of consideration, you set it on the folding table behind you, moved your bags onto the floor, and then hopped up onto the table so you were sitting opposite from where the blond was perched on his machine.

“Here,” Bakugo grunted once you were settled, and you looked up to see him fishing something out of his jacket pocket. When he extended his hand to you, you saw a couple crumpled packets of sugar and creamer nestled in his palm.

You stared at his hand for a moment, and he shook it impatiently at you.

“For your coffee,” he huffed. “I didn’t know what shit you put in it. If you don’t want it, just toss it.”

“Right,” you said, hastily reaching across the aisle and scooping the cream and sugar up. His palm was warm and very rough under your fingertips, and slick too, but you didn’t know if it was sweat or just the condensation from the creamer. “Thank you.”

You settled back onto the table, taking a moment to fix up your coffee with the appropriate number of sugars and creamer. As you used the opposite end of your chopstick to stir it all together, your skin prickled with the sensation of being watched, and you glanced up to see the blond staring at you again.

He seemed to jump a little when you met his eyes, but his upper lip immediately curled into a sneer.

“Shoulda known you drink that sugary shit,” he said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked with a frown.

“Nothing,” he snorted, turning back to his food again.

You continued to frown at him for a moment before you picked up your food again, ducking your head as you tried to eat without further embarrassing yourself.

A few minutes of silence passed as the two of you ate and sipped your coffees, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t peek at the blond across from you. The first few times, he was just focused on his meal, but the next time you glanced over, your eyes clashed with his, and you poorly suppressed a wince.

Busted.

“Got somethin’ on your mind, Stitches?” he asked.

“No,” you blurted out, but when the blond just continued to stare at you, you started to anxiously kick your feet in the air as you fumbled for a logical response. “Just… this is really good. Thank you again for making it, Bakugo.”

You purposefully tacked on the “-san” honorific instead of “-sama” since he seemed to be so touchy about it, and by the twitch of his eyebrow, you knew he noticed, but you couldn’t read his expression further than that.

“Tch, thought you were gonna bitch it was too spicy,” he grunted before he shoved the last bite of fish into his mouth and set his bowl on the machine beside him. “Shitty Hair always begs for food after a patrol and then whines that it’s too spicy for him.”

A giggled slipped from your lips unbidden as you thought of the hardening hero with tears in his eyes while he fanned his burning tongue. The man had real golden-retriever energy, so you could just picture his dramatic reactions.

When you looked up, Bakugo was staring at your strangely, and you rushed to explain yourself.

“Sorry, it’s just… I can see that,” you said as you fought back a smile. “But, despite the ‘sugary shit’ I drink, I tend to like food spicier than most. I would say most foods could use a little kick.”

Bakugo smirked like what you said amused him, but then he blinked and shook his head slightly, and when he looked back at you, he was wearing his signature scowl.

“Yeah, well, don’t expect me to cook you every meal, Stitches. Some of us don’t get to lay around on a few week vacation.”

You pursed your lips and fought the urge to say that you hadn’t exactly asked for this ‘vacation.’ You didn’t understand the blond. One minute, he was saying something almost borderline nice, and the next, he was snapping at you again.

His obvious displeasure around you at least help to quell the half-formed dream flashes in the back of your head, but it also made you squirm in discomfort. You hated displeasing people. It was a bad habit that had gotten you fucked over at several jobs, and one classmate actually told you to your face that you came off as fake because you were always smiling, always trying to be nice, even when people were walking all over you.

You were trying to be better about that, to grow a little bit of a spine, so you silently finished your foot before you set the bowl beside you on the table and looked up at the pro hero.

“Well, it’s not a full vacation since I’ll be helping you, right?” you asked in an even, business-like tone. “Speaking of, did anything happen on patrol last night? Did you get hurt?”

“I’m not weak enough that I’m getting my ass kicked every day,” Bakugo sneered, the ugly expression twisting his handsome face. “The only reason that asphalt asshole even touched me was because some stupid extra got in the way and needed saving, and I was off duty, so I’d had a few fuckin’ drinks.”

You hadn’t realized he’d been drunk that night. That would explain why even his small cuts and abrasions had been bleeding so much.

Still, did he have to be so damn rude? Calling Mr. Takeyoshi an “extra” was uncalled for.

“Not every comment I make is an insult, Bakugo,” you said without thinking, and this time you purposefully enunciated the “-sama” honorific you added. “You said you needed my quirk, so I have to ask questions to heal you. Also, for future reference, if I was insulting you, you would know it.”

That last comment rolled off your tongue unbidden, and you bit down on the traitorous muscle until you tasted blood. You had wanted to show a little spine, but now your mouth was going to get you into trouble.

Bakugo, for his part, seemed so surprised that the scowl melted off his face, but then he smirked, and you knew you were in trouble by the glint in his red eyes.

“Oh, yeah, Stitches?” he asked. “Well, go on then. Insult me. You seem to have given it some thought.”

You mentally cursed yourself ten times over but quickly thought about your options. Backing down was an option… except not really. The blond had already pointed out how you apologized too much, not to mention your two left feet. You didn’t want to seem even weaker.

But on the other hand, you knew the pro hero was trying to bait you into embarrassing yourself, and you were terrible at insults. You had never insulted anyone to their face, the best you’d done is muttering comebacks under your breath hours after the fact when they finally came to you.

Fuck, he was still staring at you, and his smirk was growing by the second, silently asking, “Wellllll?” You had to say something.

“You’re a… a dick,” you blurted out and then immediately wanted to throw yourself out the window to your left. You were several stories up, right? The fall would probably kill you, and quick too, which would be a mercy.

You were just wondering if the window actually opened or if you would have to throw your body through it, when a noise distracted you.

Your eyes darted back to Bakugo, whose face was contorted almost in pain, like it had been when he woke up with a wooden stake through his gut. Concern started to rise up in you, overshadowing the embarrassment.

Until he finally burst out laughing, apparently unable to hold it back anymore.

Heat flooded your whole body, and your cheeks felt like they were seconds away from bursting into flame.

“Holy… shit,” Bakugo gasped as he hunched over the washing machine he was perched on. He started to compose himself, but then he looked at you and lost it all over again. “You… really got me there. Right in the heart. Probably won’t ever recover from this.”

He mimed stabbing himself in the heart through his snickers, and you errantly wished the building would just collapse around you right now.

“Shut up,” you muttered, turning your red face toward the window. “My parents taught me Japanese, and they didn’t teach me a lot of curse words. And the people I see the most since moving here are little old men and ladies. I don’t have the same vocabulary that I do in English.”

You’d learned both languages simultaneously growing up, but only spoke Japanese with you parents before you moved here, so you were still more comfortable with English.

“Oh, so you’d be able to rip me a new one in English then?” the blond taunted, and his crimson eyes were positively gleeful.

You had walked right into that one.

You huffed silently and decided to stop digging your hole any deeper. The pro hero grinned like he’d won, because he had, and you decided you were just never going to speak again in his presence.

“You give up too easy, Stitches,” he snickered, and you saw him shake his head in your peripherals.

But then he abruptly stopped the motion, and you thought you saw him wince, his hand rising off his thigh and reaching up to rub his brow.

“Does your head hurt?” You turned to face him more fully, all his taunting forgotten as your attention zoomed in on his suddenly scrunched face and narrowed eyes.

Bakugo locked gazes with you as he reflexively opened his mouth, and you could practically see the snappy words that were about to fall off his tongue, but he suddenly… stopped. He froze with his mouth partially open and just stared at you, and the internal struggle behind his red irises was very apparent.

Like he was one to talk about you needing a poker face.

“It’s nothing, just a stupid headache,” he finally said and surprised you. His tone was decidedly softer than the last time you’d asked if he was hurt. It wasn’t exactly gentle, still pretty gruff in fact, but the words weren’t sharpened into points and hurtled at you like daggers.

You’d take that as a win.

“Did you… hit your head last night?” you asked hesitantly, doing your best not to set him off again.

“No,” he grunted before he grabbed his coffee and drained the dregs of it. “Just didn’t sleep enough. I’ll be fin--”

“I can help you.” You winced as you cut him off, and then you started to babble against your will. “I mean, I know a headache probably isn’t much to a pro hero. I’ve personally seen that you get worse injuries, um… I mean, you’re obviously very strong, wouldn’t be the Number Two Hero without… being so strong. But, uh, headaches can just be annoying. From my experience anyway. And I heard Re— Kirishima say that you start your shift s-soon, and starting a shift with a headache is the worst, makes your whole day shitty, so I could just help you… not have one.”

Fucking hell. If you yanked out your tongue right now, would your quirk regrow it? You hoped not.

Bakugo stared at you for a long silent moment before he responded. “Fine.”

“Fine?” you echoed, and you couldn’t even hide the surprise in your tone.

“Yeah, fine.” Now, he was scowling again. “I want to see how your quirk works anyway.”

“O-Okay.” You swallowed sharply and tucked your hands into your overly long sleeves to wipe off the sweat that had suddenly accumulated on them. You glanced down at the ground, past your nervously swinging feet, and then up at the blond on top of the washer, judging the height. He was too tall for you to reach with you both standing, and he would be even taller if you were standing with him perched on the machine.

He seemed to come to the same conclusion at the same time because he slipped off the washer in one smooth movement, boots clacking against the tiled floor. He closed the distance between you in a single stride and then came to a stop inches away from your knees. You still had to look up at him from his position, but you were at least close to eye level.

You were also just really close in general. To him. His sugar smell enveloped you like a cloud, and you started breathing shallowly through your mouth.

Think professional thoughts. Healer thoughts…

Fuck, why was he so goddamn pretty? You didn’t want to think that, shouldn’t be, but it was true. You’d seen images of him before, snapshots on the news, but he was always snarling, or covered in dirt, half hidden by his mask. But now, inches away in the bright morning light coming in through the window, his face was neutral, and you noticed his skin looked incredibly smooth, lips soft and not chapped. His pale coloring contrasted sharply with his piercing red eyes, but not in a bad way, and the lines of his face were sharp, his nose and his jawline carved from marble.

Stop it, you berated yourself. You’re not becoming one of those rabid hero fangirls. You’ve noticed he’s handsome because you have eyes, but this isn’t one of your crazy dreams. Nothing’s going to happen, so don’t make a bigger fool of yourself than you already have.

“Earth to Stitches,” Bakugo drawled and ripped you from your inner lecture. “Do you have to charge up your quirk or somethin’?”

“N-No,” you stuttered before you cleared your throat. “I mean, not really. I just… let me show you. May I?”

You lifted your hands up, the forest green and orange sleeves falling down to your elbows, but you paused and waited for permission.

The blond narrowed his scarlet eyes at you for a moment but then nodded once, so you raised your hands a little higher, and he bowed his head until your fingers met the edges of his hair.

It was surprising soft.

You shoved that thought away as you cupped either side of his skull, your thumbs landing on his temples. You could feel his pulse through the thin skin there, and you closed your eyes as you called up your quirk and funneled it through your fingers.

Immediately, a sharp spike of pain jammed itself between your eyes, and air hissed between your teeth as you inhaled sharply. This was nothing to the hero? He must have a high pain tolerance. You pushed through the discomfort and focused your power through the hero’s skull, worming your ways through the constricted blood vessels causing his headache and widening them until the pain abated. As an afterthought, you turned your attention to his ears, and a slight ringing started up in your own until your quirk washed that away, too.

When you opened your eyes, you jumped, finding the hero’s red gaze trained intensely on your face.

“T-That’s it,” you laughed nervously as you dropped your hands, simultaneously leaning back on the table you were sitting on to get some distance between you and the blond. “Nothing to it.”

“Why did you wince?” Bakugo asked, but given his gruff voice and furrowed brow, it was more like he demanded. “Does your quirk hurt you?”

You fidgeted under his scrutiny. Not many people had questioned you about your quirk beyond what it could do for them, but you already knew the blond was like a dog with a bone and wouldn’t let you rest until he was satisfied with your answers.

“Well, yes, and no,” you said hesitantly. “My quirk lets me heal people, but I also feel their pain. I think the purpose is two-fold. One, to help me identify where the injury is, and two, as a limitation. I’ve, uh, obviously done my research on other healing quirks. I read about this one hero, Recovery Girl, whose abilities were the most similar to mine. Except, I read her healing power was linked to the patient’s stamina.”

“Yeah,” the blond grunted. “The old hag worked at U.A. There were times she wouldn’t even fix us up, because she said our own bodies wouldn’t be able to heal on their own anymore or some shit.”

“Right.” You nodded but were a little surprised to learn he’d personally known such a well-renowned healer. “Well, my ability is tied to my own stamina, so the weaker I am, the less I can heal others. But thankfully, my quirk just automatically heals my own injuries, as long as I’m hydrated and have eaten enough food. The severity of the wound is really my only limitation. I’ve built up a pretty high pain tolerance over the years, so I can push through most things, but if someone was like missing a limb, that kinda of pain would probably push me into shock, and I wouldn’t be able to focus on my quirk. Thankfully, I haven’t come across something like that, the worst was probably the o-other-- uh, never mind. But, um, yeah… that’s how it works.”

The blond continued to stare at you in silence. You were beginning to suspect this was a tactic of his just to make people uncomfortable.

“The other night,” he finally said as his red eyes pinned you where you sat. “That’s what you were going to say. The worst was probably the other night. When I crashed through your window.”

You knew there was no point in lying to him, so you didn’t.

“Yes.” You blushed and averted your gaze. “Like I said, I failed the entrance exam to the hero course in high school, and let’s just say becoming a doctor didn’t work out, either. I haven’t had much opportunity to use my quirk on things more serious than the occasional hangover or twisted ankle for my roommates in college, and since moving here I’ve mostly been dealing with things like arthritis or cataracts, the occasional fracture.”

Talking about your “achievements” with one of the best heroes in Japan was more than a little embarrassing, and you desperately wanted out of this conversation.

“D-Did you need to go to that meeting with Kirishima and the others?” you asked, even though it had been probably close to half an hour since Bakugo led you up here. “I don’t want to waste any more of your time.”

“I never go to that shit,” the explosive hero said, but his tone sounded strange, and when you glanced back at him, he was still staring at you, like he was trying to peel back all your layers. “How bad was it?”

“What?” You frowned at him.

“My injuries,” he clarified as his lips started to twist into their signature scowl. “Besides the ears, what did you heal? Where did all the blood come from?”

“O-Oh.” You cleared your throat as you thought back to that night, his blood burning through your palms, the taste of dust heavy on your tongue. “Well… you were kinda all banged up. Your arm was badly burned, I could see the bone in some places. I think you had some fractured ribs, too. But the b-blood came from your abdomen. When you crashed through the window, I think a part of the frame impaled you. It went straight through you, through organs and some major blood vessels. I, um, took it out before I patched you up. That, plus the glass everywhere, was how I tore up my hands, but they’re fine now, good as new.”

You held up your hands, palms out, as you laughed nervously again, but the hero just frowned at you.

“So, you felt it?” he asked. “The burn, the ribs, the stake through the gut, everything?”

For some reason, he almost sounded upset, leaning toward angry, and you blinked in confusion.

“Yes?” you hedged. “That’s how my quirk works… But really, I was so hopped up on adrenaline that night, I only felt it for a second before I just panicked and dumped all the energy I could into you. I was terrified you were going to die, and then the cops were going to find me over the dead body of one of the nation’s greatest heroes, with his blood coated up to my wrists. But, thankfully, you lived, and I’m not in prison, so wins all around.”

The pro hero pursed his lips as he studied you, still far too close for your liking, practically looming over you on the table, and his expression seemed to be caught halfway between anger and something else you couldn’t place.

Finally, he let out a snort and took a step back, and you felt like you could breathe again.

“So, you’re a masochist,” he said. “A masochist with a dirty mouth and a savior complex.”

“Hey!” you protested, the tips of your ears burning hot. “That’s… rude.”

“Rude, right, same thing.” He shrugged his massive shoulders before he was suddenly leaning into your personal space again, and the breath hitched in your lungs as his arm brushed the outside of yours. Then he was backing away, holding the bowl that had been behind you on the table.

He turned around and grabbed his own bowl, mug, and chopsticks, and then he starting moving toward the door.

“I’ve got patrol soon. Leave your coffee mug in the kitchen when you’re done, and try not to fall down any stairs while I’m gone. And you should switch your clothes over.”

You opened your mouth to reply, with what, you don’t know, but you were cut off by the washing machines starting to chime, one after the other.

“How did you…” You glanced back at the doorway just in time to see the blond’s smirk before he slipped into the hall.

“Later, Stitches.”

You listened to the sound of his footsteps walk into the room next door and heard him deposit the dishes in what sounded like a sink. Then his boots clomped back down the hallway until you heard the ding of the elevator, and only when you heard it close did you let out the breath you’d been holding.

What the fuck just happened?

You groaned and tried to rub the heat out of your cheeks as you hopped down off the table, but your whole body continued to feel flush as you pulled your clothes out of the washer and switched them to the dryers.

You stayed in the laundry room for another hour or so, waiting for the clothes to dry and then folding them on the table you sat on earlier.

You tried not to notice how long the blond’s caramel scent lingered in the air after he left, but it kept taunting you every time you flared out a piece of clothing to fold.

If the next few weeks were going to be this hard, you were fucking screwed.

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