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Things you make me feel au: Blake and her bellabooty have found an unexpected rival in Jaune. Even she caught herself being mesmerized by it

The things you make me feel 5

Blakes wakes up in the infirmary.

Blake: * Sits up in bed confused* What happen?

She looks around to see if the nurse or someone is in the room with her but no one. She puts on her shoes and heads for the door. When she grabs the door handle, she can hear some noise from the other side.

Blake: *Relieved* (Great, the nurse is here) *She opens the door and…

Nurse: *Looking at Jaune’s ass* Did you get it?

Jaune: * On the floor trying to get something under the medicine cabinet.* I almost got it.

Nurse: *licks her lips* You can do it~

Blake: *gets behind her* Nurse?

Nurse: AAH! You scare me.

Jaune: * He stands up* Blake! You are awake! I'm so happy. How do you feel? *Looks at the nurse and hands her a container* Here are the pills that fell under the medicine cabinet.

Nurse: T-Thank you.

Blake: I’m fine. What happen exactly?

Jaune: I'm so sorry, Blake. I was training and when I was going to put the weights in place, I hit you by accident. I did not know that you were behind me.

Nurse: It happened yesterday. Do you remember what you did before you lost consciousness?

Blake: *Tries to remember but…* Ouh! I’m sorry I can think right now. My head hurts.

Jaune: *Worry* I see.

Nurse: Don't worry, the pain should go away after a while with your aura. In the meantime, take these pills when you fill up that your head hurts again. *Gives you some pain relievers* Beside that, you are free to go.

Blake: Thank you. Let’s go Jaune.

Jaune: Ok, See you Nurse

Nurse: *Flirting* Bye Jaune. *Blows a kiss*

Both leave the infirmary

Blake: She seems to like you.

Jaune: She is just playing with me. She always does that when I see her. By the way, are you hungry?

Blake: * Her belly growls* Yes

Jaune: Then let’s go to the cafeteria.

During their walk they see Professor Goodwitch walking towards them and reading some papers. As they get closer, she loses some of her papers and they fall to the ground.

Goodwitch: Oh no

Jaune: Don't worry, Professor Goodwitch, I'll help you.

Jaune gets down on his knees and begins to collect all the papers. Blake just looked at the situation. She watches Jaune picking up the papers until her teacher starts talking.

Goodwitch: * Staring at Jaune with lustful eyes* Thank you Mr Arc

Blake: (What is she looking at like that?)

She follows the professor line of sight until she lands on Jaune's ass

Blake: *Blushing and staring and Jaune's well rounded ass* (What?!)

She looks at her again to see if maybe she made a mistake, I mean there is no way Professor Goodwitch would look at a student that way. What's next, she drops the papers on purpose?

Goodwitch: *Bad acting coming up* Oh no! I dropped the rest of my papers. It seems that I’m a little clumsy today. *Still staring Jaune’s ass*

Jaune: don't worry, Professor Goodwitch, we all have days like this from time to time. * Keep picking up the papers*

Blake: *Surprise* (Oh my Oum! She is doing it on purpose! But why would she do something like that? I mean, Jaune has a nice ass, but it's not that good.)

She takes another look at Jaune's ass and sees how the fabric of his pants stretch with every moment. Marking the round shape of the ass.

Blake: *Blushing and swallowing her spit* (Maybe it's a little better than most)

Jaune: *Stands up with papers in hand* Here are your papers Professor Goodwitch.

Goodwitch; Thank you, Jaune. *Walks away*

The pair continue on their way to the cafeteria. As they walk, Blake is trying to get a good look at Jaune's ass.

Blake: *Staring at his ass* (Dammit! It's hard to see the shape of his ass in those pants)

Jaune: There is something wrong?

Blake: *She looks at jaune* Sorry?

Jaune: I see you looking at my back. *He turned his back to give her a better view of his ass* Do I have something behind me?

Blake: *Blushing and staring at his ass* (Fuck me! He has a nice ass! How?!) *Without realizing it, her hand moves by itself and rubs her ass*

Jaune: Blake?

Blake: *Realizes what she's doing* Oh! Sorry, you have some dirt on your pants so I try to clean it up. (Why did I do that !? It's like my hand just decided to do it, like she's thinking for herself!)

Jaune: No worries and thanks. *Moves a little his ass* Did you take all the dust off me?

Blake was stunned, like a deer in front of headlights.

Blake: *Looking at his ass* (I should stop before something bad happens) There is still a bit of dust (I didn't mean to say that! What's going on!) Sorry, just let me help you *Start brushing his butt* (What's going on with me?!) There, all done.

Jaune: Thanks Blake.

Blake: *Worry* No problem. (What was that? I try to tell her there is no more dust in her pants. Why did a say and did that?! Is it like someone is speaking for me? Am I going crazy?) *She takes a look at his ass* (But it felt firm and smooth ~. Blake, control yourself! You're better than this!)

The pair turn left at the end of the hall and they can see the CEMN Team girls, Cinder, Emerald, and Neo, standing in front of the vending machines. Two of them are standing while the smallest of the three, Neo (in disguise), was trying to grab something that was under the vending machine, the one in the middle of all the machines.

Jaune: *Looks at them* You guys ok?

Cinder: Jaune! Good to see you here. We drop a lien under the machine but cannot reach it. *Sad* Our arms are too short.

Jaune: I see, maybe I can help. My arms are longer after all. *Gets down to the ground and stretches his arm under the vending machine*

Cinder: *Looking at him lustfully* Thank you Jaune.

Blake looks at Cinder and she can see the same look Professor Goodwitch had just moments ago. She looks around her to see if the other girls are noticing this, but to her surprise, the other also looks at Jaune lustfully.

Blake: (What's going on! Did I miss something ?!) *She tries to remember something about it, maybe a hint, but her head hurts more* (Damn! What happened before I woke up in the infirmary?)

Blake gives up and she decides to see what the girls are watching. Perhaps this will give you the clue that she is looking for. She looks down and sees Jaune's ass again. But this time it's not about how he is stretching the fabric with his ass. This time Jaune's ass is moving like jelly.

Blake; *Biting her lip* (How can anyone have an ass like that?!)

Jaune: *moving a little bit* I almost got it.

Cinder: *following the movement of Jaune’s ass with her eyes* No rush.

Jaune keeps trying to get the lien while the girls just stare at his ass. Blake noticed that the girl named Neo was writing something on her Scroll and then showed it to Emerald. Blake took one look at it and the message said, "The best plan we've ever made." Emerald giggled at the comment and continued watching the show in front of them.

Blake: (Did they plan this? Did they do all of this just to look at his ass ?! Are all the women in this school thirsty bitches? You will remember it soon. What the fuck ?!)

Cinder then bends down to get a better view.

Cinder: You almost got it Jaune?

Jaune: Almost, just need to get closer. *He moves*

Cinder bit her lip after seeing that gorgeous ass move. She can't take it anymore and she decided to try that delicious ass pudding. So she tries to reach out but she is stopped by Blake.

Blake: *Holding Cinder's wrist and speaking softly* (My hand just moved by itself again!) Y-you shouldn't do that

Cinder:*Quietly* Why not? Just look at it. Don't you want to grab it, massage it, and take a good bite out of that beautiful ass?

Blake: Yes, I mean No. (Stop it whoever you are! You will see things my way again.) Is not right.

Cinder: I'm surprised you're the one telling me this. The way you acted in the library told me otherwise.

Blake: The library? (Yes, remember)

Cinder: Don't act stupid. You also want a piece of this Thick dummy. We all want it, but only one of us can have it. And that person is me.

Blake: *Her hand grips Cinder's wrists tighter* (He’s mine!)

Cinder: I see you want to fight for it. Very well.

Blake: Wait, I can explain.

Cinder was about to start a fight, but Jaune came over and stopped her without him knowing.

Jaune: Here's the lien! Why are you two kneeling?

Cinder: We thought that you would need help. So Blake and I decided to give you a hand.

Jaune: Ok but why is blake grabbing your arm?

Blake: *Let go* Sorry. (Bitch)

Cinder: She just help me keep my balance.

The three of them stand up and Jaune hands them the lien.

Cinder: Keep it, as a way to say thank you.

Jaune: Are you sure? You guys were trying to get this?

C/E/N: Is fine/you earn it/ “Thanks for the meal”

They look at Neo.

Neo: “Sorry, autocorrect. Thanks for the help”

Cinders group start to walk away.

Cinder: Well, we need to go. *Seductive eyes* See you around Jaune.

Emerald: *Moving her hips in a sensual way* Bye Jaune.

Neo: “She you later handsome 😘”

Jaune: *Smiling* See you girls later.

The couple keep walking towards the cafeteria.

Blake: Jaune, have I acted differently these last few days?

Jaune: What do you mean?

Blake: *Worry* I feel like something else is trying to get a hold of me. It is difficult to explain.

Jaune: I think I understand

Blake: You do?

Jaune: You are stressed. Too many things in your life. I get it.

Blake: I don’t think you-

Jaune without warning he gave Blake a hug. A very warm and strong hug.

Blake: Jaune?

Jaune: My sisters always ask for a hug when feeling stress. Maybe this can help you.

Blake was stunned by her kindness and the hug was incredible. She begins to melt into the embrace and hug him back.

Blake: (It's so warm. This is your chance. What? His ass is there for you to take. Grab it! Who are you? You know how I am. Grab that ass and it will reveal everything.) *Her arms were coming down to his waist* (No! I'm not a pervert. Oh, but you are, you're the biggest pervert in the world. You don't know how lucky you are to be in this situation alone with Jaune. You can make him your man, and no one can stop you. Enough!) *Move her arms up and tighten the hug.*

Jaune: Wow, *Smiles* someone really wanted a hug.

Blake: (Keep fighting, but I always get what I want. I am you after all)

Jaune: Do you feel better now?

Blake: *Moves away* I think so, thank you. (I’m strong. I can handle this)

They keep walking until the bump with Prof. Port.

Prof Port: Jaune, my boy! What a great time you have. I need your help. Looks like one of my cages is stuck in the door frame. Normally I don't need help, but this body is not like it was before. Can you give me a hand and get the cage out?

Jaune: No problem profesor.

Prof. Port: Excelente!

Jaune grabs the sides of the box and tries to pull it up. The cage moves little by little but Jaune's shoes slip every time he pulls.

Jaune: Blake, can you help me? I just need you to hold me in place while I pull.

Blake: No problem (Yes, get your men~ ) *She stops* (What’s the matter? Aren’t you going to help him?)

Jaune: * struggling* Blake, please.

Blake: *Looking at his ass while she is sweating* (Just take it. Squeeze does bun’s. Take what is yours) *She moves her hands close to his ass* (Yes!) *Her finger tips are almost touching his ass* (We are so close!) * But Blake immediately changes her focus and grabs Jaune's hips to help him stand his ground.* (Oh you Bitch! I will not let you control me. We’ll see)

Jaune: Thank you Blake. Now let’s pull.

They were able to move the cage at a better pace. Little by little the cage was released from the door frame. When they got to the edge of the cage at the door, they decided to give it a big tug. The cage was pulled out, but Jaune and Blake fell backwards. Well, Blake did, Jaune landed his ass on Blake's face.

Blake: *Feeling Jaune’s perfect ass on her face. Her brain:*

Blake could remember everything he did so far. What happened in the library and the gym. But today was the best day of his life. She was blessed! Everyone who has seen Jaunes's ass dreams of sticking their faces in those buns and she was lucky enough to be smothered by those cheeks.

Jaune: *Stands up* I’m so sorry Blake, are you ok?

Blake is on the ground with a bleeding nose and appears to be in shock.

Jaune: Oh no! She just got out of the infirmary. Don't worry Blake, I will help you. *He picks her up and takes her to the infirmary, again*

Blake: *Still stunned from the religious experience* (Now you understand? I do, and I learn the errors in my ways. Good, next time we play it smart and we will take that arc meat for ourselves)

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juanarc-thethird · 2 years

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The Things You Make Me Feel 5

Blakes wakes up in the infirmary.

Blake: *Sits up in bed confused* What happen?

Blake: *Relieved* (Great, the nurse is here) *She opens the door and…*

Nurse: *Looking at Jaune’s ass* Did you get it?

Jaune: *On the floor trying to get something under the medicine cabinet.* I almost got it.

Nurse: *licks her lips* You can do it~

Blake: *gets behind her* Nurse?

Nurse: AAH! You scare me.

Jaune: *He stands up* Blake! You are awake! I'm so happy. How do you feel? *Looks at the nurse and hands her a container* Here are the pills that fell under the medicine cabinet.

Nurse: T-Thank you.

Blake: I’m fine. What happen exactly?

Jaune: I'm so sorry, Blake. I was training and when I was going to put the weights in place, I hit you by accident. I did not know that you were behind me.

Nurse: It happened yesterday. Do you remember what you did before you lost consciousness?

Blake: *Tries to remember but…* Ouh! I’m sorry I can think right now. My head hurts.

Jaune: *Worry* I see.

Blake: Thank you. Let’s go Jaune.

Jaune: Ok, See you Nurse

Nurse: *Flirting* Bye Jaune. *Blows a kiss*

Both leave the infirmary

Blake: She seems to like you.

Jaune: She is just playing with me. She always does that when I see her. By the way, are you hungry?

Blake: *Her belly growls* Yes

Jaune: Then let’s go to the cafeteria.

During their walk they see Professor Goodwitch walking towards them and reading some papers. As they get closer, she loses some of her papers and they fall to the ground.

Goodwitch: Oh no

Jaune: Don't worry, Professor Goodwitch, I'll help you.

Jaune gets down on his knees and begins to collect all the papers. Blake just looked at the situation. She watches Jaune picking up the papers until her teacher starts talking.

Goodwitch: *Staring at Jaune with lustful eyes* Thank you Mr Arc

Blake: (What is she looking at like that?)

She follows the professor line of sight until she lands on Jaune's ass

Blake: *Blushing and staring and Jaune's well rounded ass* (What?!)

She looks at her again to see if maybe she made a mistake, I mean there is no way Professor Goodwitch would look at a student that way. What's next, she drops the papers on purpose?

Goodwitch: *Bad acting coming up* Oh no! I dropped the rest of my papers. It seems that I’m a little clumsy today. *Still staring Jaune’s ass*

Jaune: Don't worry, Professor Goodwitch, we all have days like this from time to time. *Keep picking up the papers*

Blake: *Surprise* (Oh my Oum! She is doing it on purpose! But why would she do something like that? I mean, Jaune has a nice ass, but it's not that good.)

She takes another look at Jaune's ass and sees how the fabric of his pants stretch with every moment. Marking the round shape of the ass.

Blake: *Blushing and swallowing her spit* (Maybe it's a little better than most)

Jaune: *Stands up with papers in hand* Here are your papers Professor Goodwitch.

Goodwitch: Thank you, Jaune. *Walks away*

The pair continue on their way to the cafeteria. As they walk, Blake is trying to get a good look at Jaune's ass.

Blake: *Staring at his ass* (Dammit! It's hard to see the shape of his ass in those pants)

Jaune: There is something wrong?

Blake: *She looks at jaune* Sorry?

Jaune: I see you looking at my back. *He turned his back to give her a better view of his ass* Do I have something behind me?

Blake: *Blushing and staring at his ass* (Fuck me! He has a nice ass! How?!) *Without realizing it, her hand moves by itself and rubs his ass*

Jaune: Blake?

Jaune: No worries and thanks. *Moves a little his ass* Did you take all the dust off me?

Blake was stunned, like a deer in front of headlights.

Jaune: Thanks Blake.

Jaune: *Looks at them* You guys ok?

Cinder: Jaune! Good to see you here. We drop a lien under the machine but cannot reach it. *Sad* Our arms are too short.

Jaune: I see, maybe I can help. My arms are longer after all. *Gets down to the ground and stretches his arm under the vending machine*

Cinder: *Looking at him lustfully* Thank you Jaune.

Blake: (What's going on! Did I miss something ?!) *She tries to remember something about it, maybe a hint, but her head hurts more* (Damn! What happened before I woke up in the infirmary?)

Blake: *Biting her lip* (How can anyone have an ass like that?!)

Jaune: *moving a little bit* I almost got it.

Cinder: *Following the movement of Jaune’s ass with her eyes* No rush.

Blake: (Did they plan this? Did they do all of this just to look at his ass ?! Are all the women in this school thirsty bitches? You will remember it soon. What the fuck ?!)

Cinder then bends down to get a better view.

Cinder: You almost got it Jaune?

Jaune: Almost, just need to get closer. *He moves*

Cinder bit her lip after seeing that gorgeous ass move. She can't take it anymore and she decided to try that delicious ass pudding. So she tries to reach out but she is stopped by Blake.

Blake: *Holding Cinder's wrist and speaking softly* (My hand just moved by itself again!) Y-you shouldn't do that

Cinder: *Quietly* Why not? Just look at it. Don't you want to grab it, massage it, and take a good bite out of that beautiful ass?

Blake: Yes, I mean No. (Stop it whoever you are! You will see things my way again.) Is not right.

Cinder: I'm surprised you're the one telling me this. The way you acted in the library told me otherwise.

Blake: The library? (Yes, remember)

Cinder: Don't act stupid. You also want a piece of this Thick dummy. We all want it, but only one of us can have it. And that person is me.

Blake: *Her hand grips Cinder's wrists tighter* (He’s mine!)

Cinder: I see you want to fight for it. Very well.

Blake: Wait, I can explain.

Cinder was about to start a fight, but Jaune came over and stopped her without him knowing.

Jaune: Here's the lien! Why are you two kneeling?

Cinder: We thought that you would need help. So Blake and I decided to give you a hand.

Jaune: Ok but why is blake grabbing your arm?

Blake: *Let go* Sorry. (Bitch)

Cinder: She just help me keep my balance.

The three of them stand up and Jaune hands them the lien.

Cinder: Keep it, as a way to say thank you.

Jaune: Are you sure? You guys were trying to get this?

C/E/N: Is fine/you earn it/ “Thanks for the meal”

They look at Neo.

Neo: “Sorry, autocorrect. Thanks for the help”

Cinders group start to walk away.

Cinder: Well, we need to go. *Seductive eyes* See you around Jaune.

Emerald: *Moving her hips in a sensual way* Bye Jaune.

Neo: “She you later handsome 😘”

Jaune: *Smiling* See you girls later.

The couple keep walking towards the cafeteria.

Blake: Jaune, have I acted differently these last few days?

Jaune: What do you mean?

Blake: *Worry* I feel like something else is trying to get a hold of me. It is difficult to explain.

Jaune: I think I understand

Blake: You do?

Jaune: You are stressed. Too many things in your life. I get it.

Blake: I don’t think you-

Jaune without warning he gave Blake a hug. A very warm and strong hug.

Blake: Jaune?

Jaune: My sisters always ask for a hug when feeling stress. Maybe this can help you.

Blake was stunned by her kindness and the hug was incredible. She begins to melt into the embrace and hug him back.

Jaune: Wow, *Smiles* someone really wanted a hug.

Blake: (Keep fighting, but I always get what I want. I am you after all)

Jaune: Do you feel better now?

Blake: *Moves away* I think so, thank you. (I’m strong. I can handle this)

They keep walking until the bump with Prof. Port.

Jaune: No problem profesor.

Prof Port: Excelente!

Jaune grabs the sides of the box and tries to pull it up. The cage moves little by little but Jaune's shoes slip every time he pulls.

Jaune: Blake, can you help me? I just need you to hold me in place while I pull.

Blake: No problem (Yes, get your men~ ) *She stops* (What’s the matter? Aren’t you going to help him?)

Jaune: *Struggling* Blake, please.

Blake: *Looking at his ass while she is sweating* (Just take it. Squeeze does bun’s. Take what is yours) *She moves her hands close to his ass* (Yes!) *Her finger tips are almost touching his ass* (We are so close!) *But Blake immediately changes her focus and grabs Jaune's hips to help him stand his ground.* (Oh you Bitch! I will not let you control me. We’ll see)

Jaune: Thank you Blake. Now let’s pull.

Blake: *Feeling Jaune’s perfect ass on her face. Her brain:*

Jaune: *Stands up* I’m so sorry Blake, are you ok?

Blake is on the ground with a bleeding nose and appears to be in shock.

Jaune: Oh no! She just got out of the infirmary. Don't worry Blake, I will help you. *He picks her up and takes her to the infirmary, again*

Blake: *Still stunned from the religious experience* (Now you understand? I do, and I learn the errors in my ways. Good, next time we play it smart and we will take that arc meat for ourselves)

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katsukikitten · 3 years

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WARNINGS: 18+ DUB CON/ NON CON? WEREWOLF BAKUGOU, THIS IS PURE FILTH JUST PURE SMUT

You were never the best at running, especially not through the woods. So it is no surprise your heel snaps off causing you to trip over a small log. Your pelvis bone connects with the thick trunk, brushing your hip as your dress threatens to expose your underwear.

A howl is heard in the distance paired with something moving through the brush at an ungodly speed, gaining on you much faster than you thought.

"Fuck." You hiss to yourself, panting as branches seem to reach out. Their sharp, splintered claws grabbing at you and only catching your body con dress. Tearing it piece by piece, you are unsure if your faux bunny ears are still atop your head.It was unfathomable how wrong tonight had gone and how quickly.

But then again it was Halloween and a full moon at that. They say the full moon has the power to make people act crazy and especially so on a blue moon. Which made your panicked mind wander to the rumors about this town and what happens every blue moon. There were whispers of the older families having dark secrets. Fairy tales of beasts and mating but a second full moon in a month was so rare those murmurs and scoffs were supposed to be just that, rumors, stories.

Not actual werewolves who couldn't control their urges during this magical event. The blue moon either filling them with unchecked rage or undeniable lust should they not take the necessary precautions. Although no one would say what exactly those precautions are.

Your first hint about the rumors being true should have been the local news station. You thought it a Halloween prank when they advised women ages of 20 to 30 to remain indoors for tonight, to lock their windows and doors. To adorn their throats in silver to protect them from unwanted bonding. You had rolled your eyes as you got ready for your daily college classes, jumping into your black skinny jeans and blood red sweater.

Your second hint should have been the absence of your good friend Kirishima. He always walked you to your English class since his history course was in the same building but this morning he was a no show. He didn't even respond to your texts last night asking if he wanted to go to a Halloween party with you.

Your final hint should have been when the normally aloof, irritable and "untouchable of the big three" lab partner you had for biology growled in your direction. This would be the first thing he had said all semester.

"Don't go out tonight, got it extra?" His voice is clipped and he is acting strange, his left hand gripping onto his right forearm so harshly a bruise was beginning to bloom. You chalk it up to nerves for the upcoming exams.

"Oh is someone gonna bite me like the news anchor said?" You giggle, turning your focus back on your work only for the professor to cancel class early. You pack your things as Bakugou sits rigid, still. He fixes you a harsh glare before he stands, pulling the strap of your purse causing you to become a little off balance. His eyes dance over your frame, over your exposed neck but you do not notice, barely see his canines elongate as he snarls.

"You'll wish that's all that they did."

Looking back you wish you had noticed it before, then maybe you wouldn't be in the situation you were in now.

You burst through the trees and find yourself in a clearing. Here you would a sitting duck to whatever the hell was chasing you. Still not believing your eyes and you crossed paths with a giant wolf. Fur golden in the moon light and eyes a haunting, gut wrenching familiar red. It wasn't too long after that did it give chase.

The howl behind you is too close for comfort as you barely have time to jump into a patch of briars and thick prickly bushes that sit on the edge of a creek. By some odd instinct you grab onto the ice cold mud and smear your arms and part of your neck with it, clenching your jaw so your teeth do not chatter.

Suddenly a large beast bursts into the clearing, wet nose sniffing at the air and ground before it shifts in the clearing under the moonlight. It is a haunting sight. Bones snap and grind as features twist into grotesque angels until it finally forms into that handsome familiar face. The ash blonde fur retreats until it is only on the top of his head, faded beneath while the top looks finger brushed and wild. He is shirtless and his pants are torn from the calf down, the only beastly feature he keeps is the glow of his blood red eyes. You swallow, biting your lip to stop from shaking; this is not the Bakugou you knew. Not that you knew him that well in the first place but there was some power in having a crush. You had learned his mannerisms in the first year here at University, somehow always in a class with him, with one of the three legendary "heartthrobs" of the school. He was as hot headed as the rumors said and he was just as handsome if not more so. Itching for a fight and yet oddly quiet when in close proximity to you. An action you took to mean he either hated you or didn't even know you existed.

So it's safe to say you're unfamiliar with this manic, wolfish grin.

Feral incarnate.

He sniffs the air.

"Where are you little ooooonnne?" He calls cruelly, "I can smell you."

His body goes through the motions of tensing and relaxing, another howl breaks through the eerie silence but this time much farther away. Bakugou's ears perk, his grin twisting in such a way it screams malice, unbridled rage and yet excitement.

"You must be in your mortal heat. Guess I'm not the only one who can smell it. Didn't I tell you not to go out tonight?" His voice is dark, haunting as the wind catches down from you, carrying your scent away from him.

"I knew your dumb ass would ignore me, I took a precaution to that and yet you didn't even bring your fucking purse?!"

Your purse?

Is that how that red cloth and weird silver dollar got into the bottom of your purse?

Bakugou shifts his weight, giving his back to you as he prepares for something coming that you cannot hear. In the meantime you allow your eyes to study his physic, following his scarred back, broad shoulders all the way down to his deadly hands. One of his palms is burned in the shape of a perfect circle, you swallow thickly. The sound causes his ears to twitch and look over his shoulder, making eye contact with you through the brush.

But he does not have time to react as a black furred beast with glowing ruby eyes jumps into the clearing. Sniffing the air wildly before baring his teeth towards Bakugou. The beast huffs and growls before finally shifting into his human form, a cold sweat settles in your bones.

"Where the fuck is she?" You have never heard your friend use a tone so dark as Eijiro continues to pace, keeping his eyes glued to Bakugou.

"Fuck off Kirishima, shes mine."

"I don't see a bonding mark on her yet." Its more a feral growl than anything, "You said you didn't waste your time on mortals."

"I fucking changed my mind. And you know why, her smell is…" He inhales deeply, testing to see how much of you can be sensed. The most he can tell is that you're close by but he cannot pinpoint you, he fights to keep his eyes from falling over his shoulders to see you.

He's dying to know how you masked your scent without with an Alpha's pheromones or a silver piece. But that would have to wait, at least if he wanted to ensure it was his seed that stuffed you. He bites his lip, the thought sends a shiver down his spine. First he had to deal with Kirishima then he could take his time making you his.

"Well you know how it is don't ya? Didn't know you were such a pervert, Eiji. Is that why you walked her to class? Hoping she'd make you her boyfriend or some sappy shit?" Bakugou taunts, head tilting in mock question, "Guess you can't hold back anymore can you? Dreaming about giving her your knot?"

Kirishima bares his teeth, fighting the urge to buck at another Alpha, especially one he knows he will have to fight with full force. He opens his sharp toothed mouth to retort but yet another beast finds it's way into the clearing coming from the opposite of Kirishima but to the right of Bakugou.

The beast looks wild, heterochromatic eyes glisten beneath the full moon as white and red fur clash all the way down his spine. A collar around his throat catches the light as a broken chain drags across the ground, there are shackles around his wrists and ankles as well. Bakugou smirks, adrenaline fueling his excitement over what is about to be a damn good fight.

"You watchin little slut? Look at what your scent can do." He changes his stance into that of a fight, "You've got two normally non aggressive Aplahs ready to get their asses handed to them and for fucking what?"

The three of them shift their eyes and bodies this way and that before Bakugou licks his teeth.

"God I can't wait to bury my face in that soaked pussy." He lunges, transforming mid leap into a hauntingly powerful wolf. His teeth are exposed, lip curled up in a snarl as his targets Kirishima first. Kirishima barely shape shifts in time, pearly white teeth sink deep into his shoulder before gnashing at his throat. Deafening growls and yowling surround the clearing. Kirishima attempts to kick Bakugou off of him as they tumble closer to who you assume is Todoroki who bares his teeth. He launches himself at the other Alphas. His teeth find purchase in Bakugou's shoulder, blood staining white and blonde fur a like. There is no yelp or howl, just a stomach churning growl before Bakugou turns his attention towards the two toned wolf. Snapping his jaw as he attempts to get a grip on the chained wolf who dodges. Bakugou's teeth gleam with dripping crimson, a snarl of warning before he propels himself towards Todoroki. Sharp teeth bite at two toned fur as Shoto bares his teeth, growling, snapping his jaw at his opponent. Kirishima begins to get to his feet, limping as he avoid putting weight onto one of his front legs, crimson drips down onto the chilled dirt. He keeps his ruby red eyes on the two dancing wolves.

Bakugou strikes faster than Todoroki can dodge, and angry teeth clamp down at Todoroki's throat. The collar snaps from the force before Bakugou sinks his fangs deep into Todoroki's throat.

An ear ringing yelp is heard as blood pools into Bakugou's stained muzzle, white fur marred in crimson as Todoroki begins to sway. As the hot head's jaw is locked onto tender flesh, Kirishima attacks. Biting at the nape of Bakugou's neck and yanking him from Todoroki with force, tossing him with ease. The light colored wolf flies into trees snapping the thick oaks as if they were twigs. Buying some time for the two injured wolves, any other alpha would have seen this as a win, knowing the two from rival families would retreat to lick their wounds.

But Bakugou was no normal alpha. This gut clenching fight taught you as much. Todoroki struggles to keep consciousness, his throat dripping an insane amount of blood. He falls to his side huffing almost wheezing before he shifts back into human form, shackles shrinking to readjust to his wrists. Kirishima whines nudging at the unconscious, possibly dead man. All the while crimson red eyes peer through the unsettled dust before soaring through the air, landing on top of the black wolf. Pinning his back onto the ground as dark paws claw at bared teeth. Trying desperately to keep him at bay but with one fucked front paw it is a futile attempt. Quickly Bakugou overpowers him, sinking his teeth too deep into his friend's throat and keeping his muzzle there until the whining and yelping stops. Until he too shifts back to his human form.

You fight to keep your own whimpering in, still hidden in the brush while you hoped, prayed that he somehow got disoriented. That he forgot where you were.

His head snaps towards you, mouth dripping saliva and thick red blood. His eyes glow as his stalks closer. He stops just before the underbrush shifting back into that devilishly handsome face. He is soaked in blood, scratches line his face and chest. He wipes at his mouth but not once does his fist wipe away the cocky smile he holds.

He scares you but what scares you most is how your body is reacting to such a gruesome sight. A muscular man dripping in sticky red, droplets tracing the outline of his abs and a smile of triumph as two people lie wounded, possibly dead behind him. It made your pussy throb, the strength, the raw need and want to win and for what? For you, for your essence and the promise of a futile womb.

He can smell your fear as he yanks you from the bushes and thorns.

"Don't worry, it's not my blood." He grins, pulling you closer to him as you try to push away. Just like you're trying to push away these odd feelings that swirl in your chest, in your stomach; of a weird pride and arousal. It was of no use, like pushing dead weight up a forty five degree hill, this too was a losing battle.

"K..kirishima." Your eyes are glued to his unmoving body, causing a deep rage to form in Bakugou's chest. He grips your chin forcing you to look at him his other hand goes straight for your sex, cupping the underwear allowing his fingers to swipe over the damp fabric.

"Don't you ever say his fucking name while you're wet for me. Got it?" His fingers are causing divots in your cheeks as you whimper from his contrasting touch. Harsh grip, soft strokes. As if reading your mind he takes a deep breath, not meaning to inhale so much of you.

"They ain't dead, you're worth the trouble. But not that much trouble. Now focus on me." He let's go of you, drinking you in smirking when he sees your costume. Or what's left of it anyway.

Thick irony that you would choose to be a bunny of all nights. He fingers the fake ears with earnest.

"Fitting." He purrs before taking both of his hands to the front collar of your dress, ripping the fabric from your torso. He growls audibly mumbling to himself "Much better." As you stand with your tits exposed, your lacy underwear catching his attention beneath fishnet tights. He bites his bottom lip, pulling you to him as he buries his face into your tits. Nipping sucking and biting as he eases your buckling legs towards the ground.

"Fuuuuck." He groans, pressing his cheek harshly against yours, trying to scent you as best he can without claiming you fully. It's hard, fuck is it hard. It always has been, since his first class with you.

You weren't a beta nor an omega. Hell you were of no wolf relation and yet you reeked, oozed of pheromones that drove him and apparently the others mad. He had tried to protect you, he really had, scenting a piece of an old t-shirt and even burning himself on silver.

He wanted you, he needed you, his cock ached for you. Weeping now at your arousal making his canines ache with an even greater pain.

But you were fucking mortal and he was betrothed. Technically all three of the aplahs in that clearing were betrothed to omegas. It was evident your smell seduced them as well.

He brings himself to your shoulder, biting hard enough to draw blood, claws, stuck halfway between human and wolf, rake down your back and ass making ribbons of the flesh. Still you moan and he occasionally swallows those whole as he kisses you. Letting you taste copper as his tongue placates yours, he subconsciously secretes soothing and lustful hormones and they are strong enough to make even you high. His hand finds your nipple and when you arch into him he loses his shit. Breaking the kiss to sniff you, nosing and biting until he finds that sweet spot. He opens his mouth, salivating at the thought as his teeth and cock beg for relief. He freezes, squeezing you to him for a moment. The action causes your ribs to creak in protest and yet you feel warm, safe.

His mouth hovers over your pulse point, the salty sweet taste of you, breaths away from the exact spot he would need to sink his aching teeth into to make you his.

In a quick motion and a test of will he shoves you onto your back, ripping at the fabric between your thighs after he forces your legs open. You do nothing to stop him, not that could.

Not that you would.

He slips his tongue between your folds and licks up, swirling the wet muscle when you buck against him. He hooks his arms around your legs gaining control over your hips and eats.

See Bakugou is a glutton and he will not stop until he is satisfied. It would be a gift and a curse for you.

He works his mouth against you thoroughly as the coil in your stomach snaps over and over again. Your hand fisting his hair as you cry out in hoarse gasps, legs shaking around his head, thighs squeezing his skull as he coaxes another high from you.

Your entire body is shaking, worn out already from however long he sucked, nipped and lapped at your core. Finally he seemed to come up for air but only to watch your sex convulse. He looks up to you causing your heart to skip a beat. His hair is that much more wild, his intense gaze glowing red in the low light and his face glistens with your slick.

"Fuck!" You cry out, letting your head fall back into the ground.

"What's wrong bunny? Can't handle a little head?" He shoves two fingers deeply into you making a come here motion. You ride another body quaking high as he tries to stretch you to accommodate him. His breathing becomes frantic, as he chases a smell you're emitting. Thrusting harshly into you as his other hand abusesyour clit until that deliciously addicting smell he's chasing crescendos. Your scream echoes in the woods as clear liquid shoots over Bakugou's forearms, all the while you held fluttering eye contact, practically melting in his hands. His fangs grow and he cannot hold himself back any longer. He shoves his pants all the way down, even off of his ankles as he sinks his lengthy girth into you in a snap of his hips. A mixture of pain and pleasure shoot through you like a live wire as you begin to mewl, needing him to move.

"More, more." You whine, tears prick your eyes as he smiles a deadly smirk.

"You're such a talkative cock sleeve. You want my knot that bad? Then take it." He thrusts into you setting a deep harsh pace. Alternating between quick succession and slow deep throats. Biting at the skin of your chest and shoulders, torturing you in such a way.

Punishing you for being mortal.

"Why?" It's a guttural growl as your mind is lost on another plane, "Why do you have to be mortal?"

He emphasizes each word with a thrust of his hips earning him a lovely raspy moan from you.

"I want to...to fucking mark you. Make you mine. The thought of any other alpha or even fucking human touching you…." His thoughts have him chasing two very dangerous highs, snapping his hips so he comes closer to your throat.

"Please...please Bakugou." You whimpering encourages him.

He breathes you in, tasting you without even a flicker of his tongue. Your arousal, your damp hair sticking to the column of your throat, the faint scent of your shampoo.

Somehow he reigns himself in again. Teeth elongated enough they almost scrape your skin. His breath comes out hot and heavy as you squirm beneath him for friction, wanting nothing more than to be filled. If he does this, if he makes you his mate, it would surely complicate everything.

"You have to tell me you want it." He's panting, vulnerable as he looks at you, your heart shatters from the look. Deafening reason and logic as it screams how badly you want to be his and he yours.

"Not just because it feels fucking good right now." His voice is husky, rasped as he fights the weight of his instincts, "Not because I'm fucking hot or a novelty to you mortals. If I mark you, you'll always feel something for me and vice versa. We'll be tethered and attracted to one another even if we fucking hate each other."

Slowly you nod, again he grabs onto your chin, sliding it down to your throat as he squeezes.

"This isn't some good acid trip, this isnt some fucking dream. You'll have to meet the elders. You'll have to deal with my ruts." Again he's panting, shaking from holding himself back, having half a mind to just kill you. Still you do not move away from his touch.

"My jealousy. My rage. My need for territory control. I'll come home dripping in blood. I'll kill other Alpahs." He breathes your name in such a way you clench around him. He growls from the sensation. You struggle to speak beneath his grip, head floating but some how in the right spot.

"I...I can handle it. Mark me Bakugou Katsuki. Fucking make me yours, fill me use me. Just…" He stares into your eyes until he can no longer take it. Pounding into you in a harsh pace, finally giving in

"You'll take my knot like a good slut won't you?" His eyes watch you nod before they fall to your breasts. Watching them bounce from the force of his thrusts. His hips turn sloppy as your high builds again. You claw at his back and his smells your high as he tries to time it right. He sinks his teeth into your throat, keeping it just a hair above a marking.

You feel a growing pressure as his tip stretches you even more until he finally sinks his teeth into you with a grown. His thrusts stuttering as hot ropes paint your walls. Your cunt flutters around it as all you can do is become limp in his grip. His arms are fully around you, his mouth still to your throat as he slowly eases up. His body giving off a bonding hormone so strong that even your moral senses can pick up on. It you drown in a high scented in spice caramel and heat. He pants heavily, his arms shaking as he kisses you fiercely, teeth bumping into yours before he pulls back.

Weakly you claw at him to hold him as he whispers praises. He lifts you, pulling you towards his chest to keep you safe as you begin to drift. His mouth is pressed to your ear and you can hear the cocky smile in his voice.

"Get some rest while you still can mate." His hand snakes around to your stomach, his fingers lightly caressing the skin.

"We aren't done until you're carrying my pups."

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 3 years

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Hey doll, I know I already left a comment but I wanted to make it "official" and ask if you could make a part 2 of the latest Saul x Specialist!reader? Maybe where Saul spills his heart out to her about why he did it and it's a little angsty but fluffy all the same

Part one

Pairing: Saul Silva x specialist!reader

Being so close to Y/N tormented Saul. He yearned to hold her hand and explain himself, to ask for forgiveness and beg for her to give him a chance; not a second chance, no, because how could it be a second chance when they barely had their first one?

He’d watch her from the corner of his eye, hoping to draw her attention and start a conversation, but she never once looked his way.

Or so he thought.

Saul never once saw the way she’d glance his way when his back was turned to her. He never heard the heavy sighs that passed her lips or felt the way her heart ached whenever she realized this is all she would ever have: stolen glances at the one who had torn her heart from her chest all those years ago.

It seemed as if they would never speak again, despite their 10 feet distance during the day. While they trained their students, neither dares to make the first move.

Perhaps Saul shouldn’t have been as thankful when he found an excuse to talk to Y/N. After all, the excuse included a serious matter on their hands, something he never wanted near her yet it was painfully obvious she would have to face his worst nightmare.

“A burned one?” Y/N furrows her eyebrows. Looking around to make sure they’re alone, she stepped closer and lowered her voice. “If they’re so close to the barrier, that means we need to do more than just wait for them to harm another person.”

Saul’s eyes flicker from her lips back to her worried gaze, swallowing thickly as he nods. “Yes, I’m well aware but this could have been a coincidence.”

Scoffing, Y/N shakes her head, “How shocking! Saul Silva is once again afraid to do the right thing.” Y/N remarks, a sarcastic smile upon her face as she looks up at the sky.

Saul’s eyebrows furrow, his eyes narrowing at Y/N who placed her hands on her hips. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that”, she looks him right in the eye, “you’re afraid to go out there and make sure”, she steps closer to him, her right index finger pointed at his chest, “just because you believe in something which usually gets people hurt!”

“I thought it was water under the bridge”, Saul’s voice is quieter, softer compared to the harshness of hers.

Rubbing her forehead, she inhales sharply as she once again averts her gaze up to the sky. “I thought so too, but some wounds never heal.” Turning her back on Saul, she heads back to the training grounds in need of something to punch.

She once again showed how vulnerable Saul makes her and she hated that version of herself. She hated being the pathetic student with a crush on her professor. Y/N put so much work into getting over Saul and yet it all seems to have been in vain after a single day in his presence.

“I’m sorry”, Saul raises his voice so she’d hear him and when she pauses, he knows she did.

“What for?” She turns halfway, crossing her arms over her chest. “For making me believe we would be together after I graduate only to break my heart apart or for the complete lack of trust in my opinion on how to handle the burned one situation?” Raising her eyebrow, she waits for an answer. She is fully eclipsed by the shade of an old wall. Under Saul’s gaze she doesn't withdraw or flinch, but neither does she step forward to be seen.

It reminds him of the way she had always been capable of disarming him with a single glance in the past. She never had to try, not even a smile yet he was willing to fall to his knees at her every whim. He never even tasted her lips, but he dreamed of the way they would feel against his.

“Both”, Saul makes the next move, stepping closer to her and she tenses up, lifting her chin up in defiance. She may be shorter than him, but she refused to be seen as weak in any way.

“I was trying to protect you”, Saul tries but she shakes her head, a hint of a smile upon her lips.

“I didn’t need you to protect me”, looking him up and down, she narrows her eyes at him, “I still don’t.”

Swallowing thickly, Saul held his breath as he watched her turn away from him and it woke a part of him he forgot existed. His soul, as tortured as it is, had urged his being to move. For once, he realized he didn’t have to stay behind as she moved on without him. For once, he could take her hand and ask her to take him with her.

She turned around casually, already aware Saul is following her. There’s no one on her level but him and she respected his willpower greatly. But she truly loved the way his gear fit him - she still found it sexy.

“Why can’t you let me go?” She raised an eyebrow. Licking her lips, Y/N tilted her head to the left.

Saul pauses, gnawing at the inside of his bottom lip. Perhaps this whole thing was a display of her power over him and he walked into her trap willingly?

“I did once and it was a fucking mistake”, Saul states, yet she doesn’t react.

Shrugging, she averts her gaze to the left, toward the sunset with a small smile. “Yeah”, Slyly, she steps closer and reaches for his left hand, “It was”, she whispers. Her touch is too intoxicating even when it’s innocent as a touch of her hand on his.

He’s efficient and capable of controlling his emotions. He’s used to numbing himself into an emotionless machine that gets the job done, yet one look at Y/N and his façade is gone.

“Are you here for me or just the job?” Saul asks quietly, almost like a plea for her to give him a reason to fight for her heart.

Pulling back, Saul forced himself to look into her eyes and the perfect soldier was gone. He only saw her - his girl, the one he missed dearly, the one he wanted to share his life with and though he wanted to tell her he loved her, he never did.

And while he expected to see the hate in her eyes, all he saw were tears too stubborn to fall and his own clouded his vision of her - her beauty surpassing the beautiful sunset just behind her.

Biting her lower lip, Y/N boldly cupped his face and gently pulled herself up on her tiptoes. Instinctively, Saul leans down, his lips brushing hers as his forehead rests on hers. Losing his breath as he lets her take over and dominate their situation, Saul allowed his worries to subside. She always had that power and he would use it to ease his mind and be in the moment.

“This isn’t right”, she whispers against his lips.

“It’s exactly right”, Saul attempts to argue as she steps back. Shaking her head, she takes a few more steps further away from Saul.

“You had me all those years ago and you destroyed me”, she lets out a shuddered breath as the past pain flows through her. It reminds her of all the sleepless nights, of all the times she soaked her pillow with tears that refused to stop, of all the guys that would have made her perfectly happy but she couldn’t trust them after Saul had broken her heart.

“I wanted you to be young and free! To leave Alfea and leave your mark in this world, not stay here just because of me! You’d have missed out on everything and I refused to be the reason why.” Saul hoped it would soften her, to see that he just wanted what was best for her. He just wanted her to be happy and experience all the things he’d hold her back from.

But she didn’t. “It wasn’t your choice to make, but you made it anyway.” Shrugging, Y/N manages a meek smile. “You made it then without a single thought about the pain it would cause or the trust issues I’d have well into my adult life.” Sniffling, she presses her lips together.

Turning her back on him again, she felt heavy but she couldn’t just forgive him. Good intentions or not, he had left damage she still couldn’t repair. Glancing his way over he shoulder, she reminds him:

“You made your choice Saul. These are the consequences.”

Part 3

#saul silva #saul silva x reader #saul silva imagine #fate the winx saga #fate the winx saga fic #fate the winx saga fanfic #saul silva angst

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simpsiren · 3 years

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lee taeyong x reader

“my baby dont like it when you come around”

description. a new guy in college asks you for help to get rid of his girlfriend and slowly falls for you instead through your heated times with him.

genre. ANGST, college au, cheating au, bold/ arrogant reader x shy taeyong

warnings. none? except for the fact that this basically about cheating and having strong emotional tensions with each other, slighty suggestive

a/n. hihii i always thought of doing a ff about their baby dont like it song because its been in my head for so long HAHA also the lyrics are just uHem but yeah so anyways buckle up because theres going to be a lot of angst and tensionn also i didnt notice that i wrote so much like damn aNywAys enjoyy!

you walk into class lazily, expecting the same thing to happen again. as you step into the lecture hall, your eyes immediately went to your seat. you sigh and push you glasses up before walking over.

“i swear when will people stop doing this?” you mutter to yourself, shoving all the gifts off your table, making it all drop to the ground and producing a loud noise. everyone’s eyes are being drawn to your direction. you roll your eyes as mark takes his usual seat beside you.

“that’s the most you got this week.” mark laughs in disbelief, looking down onto the floor. you flash a fake smile at him, making him laugh even more. “its so annoying. none of them even look good.” your eyes scan through the gifts on the floor, seeing one that actually looks decent. you pick it up and examine it closely. mark gets near you and does the same.

“ill keep this one. looks expensive.” you shrug, shoving the expensive looking silver necklace into your bag. mark scoffs, letting his body sink into his seat. “i love the fact that you only care about the value of the gift.”

you click your tongue and stand up, proceeding to pick up all the useless gifts you received from the random guys on campus and walking over to the trash can, throwing it all away. you hear gasps and mutters around the lecture hall. you clearly couldnt care less, walking back, taking your seat and bringing out your materials.

“it cant be helped that youre the most beautiful one around here.”

“you think i dont know that? people do know that they shouldnt mess with me right? yet i need to keep up with unknown admirers and random texts of confession.” you let out a long sigh, as you rest your chin on the palm of your head, leaning onto the table.

“you admit youre beautiful. your confidence is truly amazing.” mark comments. you kept your eyes to the front as you watch your professor walk in, along with a new guy you’ve never seen before. your eyes remained on the guy, watching him climb up the stairs and walking to the seat next to you.

your attention changes to the professor as she starts talking. but your ears immediately diverted its attention to somewhere else, particularly to the guy next to you.

“why did you seat next to her? do you know how dangerous that is?” you hear the girl sitting behind him whisper. its no doubt that she purposely whispered loud enough for you to hear, wanting to make your blood boil. you ket your cool and focused on the lecture, taking notes accordingly.

“how so?”

“she’s hard to talk to. she only had mark as her friend and she gets pissed easily. her temper is the worst around here and she’s the most feared. a lot of guys like her for some reason and-”

“are you done, sweetie?” you lick your bottom lip as you turned around the face the girl. you hear mark hiding his laugh with a cough. “if you are, i really suggest you shut your mouth before i sew it shut for you.” your eyes glared at hers, staring at her intensively. you knew that it scared her when she immediately looks away. you chuckle in amusement before turning back to the front.

you look to the side, to see the guy’s eyes opened wide, with an eyebrow raised. you smile softly.

“lee taeyong.” you whisper, reading off the keychain attached to his pencil case, nodding your head before paying attention to the lecture again. the guy coughs softly and faced forward as well.

the lecture was now over and you start to pack up. you take your time since you know that it would be hectic to get through the large crowd of students who are also exiting as well as being able to avoid bumping into any guys and have them confess their useless affection towards you.

you were however intrigued to find out what’s going on outside when you hear someone whispering about the fact that there’s an extremely pretty girl waiting outside the campus.

by then, only you and mark were in the lecture hall. you figured it would be a good time to step out and find out the reason behind all the talking outside.

as you and mark walk down the hallway to the entrance, you tilt your head as you see a crowd forming at the gate. you sigh, taking off your glasses and rubbing your temples. “how the fuck are we suppose to get out?” you turn to mark with your eyebrows furrowed.

“im sure they’ll move aside once you come in.” mark places his hand on your shoulder and taps it lightly before walking forward towards the huge crowd with full confidence. you swear you can burst any minute as the the mumbles of the people fill your ears even more as you walk closer.

the moment one person makes eye contact with you. their eyes widened and signal their friends to quiet down. eventually, the noise starts to lower down as you made you way through the crowd. eyes were glued on you as you follow behind mark. you swiftly clean your glasses with the cloth in your pocket and put them back on.

as your vision starts to become clear, you notice that the one standing beside the girl is the lee taeyong guy from ealier. you walk over to them immediately.

you turn your head slightly to the back, signalling everyone to get back to what they were doing, and as always, they obey and the crowd dispersed itself. you look back to the front to where the cause of the nuisance started.

you eyed the girl intensively, looking up and down, observing every inch of her. you had to admit, she is quite the beauty. perfect wavy brown hair, almond shaped eyes, nicely drawn eyebrowa and plump pink lips. her body in the black tight fitting dress is amazing. it curved her body in all the right places.

you look up to see taeyong and the girl looking back at you with a raised brow. you faked a wide smile. “i dont think its wise to meet your boyfriend right at the gates of school.. especially when you’re this pretty. id fuck you.” you lick your lips teasingly and chuckle soon after.

“bitch the fuck?” mark whispers. you let out a loud, cunning laugh. “or perhaps...”

your eyes immediately connected with taeyong’s. you saw the fear yet a tint of interest in his eyes. you liked it. as you walk past the couple, you run your hand down taeyong’s chest. taeyong freezes as the girl’s mouth gape open, pulling taeyong away instantly with her arm around his waist. “id fuck your boyfriend.”

your head jerks toward taeyong as you whisper into his ear, but loudly enough for the girl to hear. with that, you wink at the both of them and walk off. mark smiles kindly before following behind you.

“that was... wow.” mark says to you, taking out his phone from his back pocket. you sigh, pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose.

“honestly who is dumb enough to meet their significant other just outside campus? they should be taught a lesson. and to think that taeyong guy is new.”

“his name is taeyong?”

you nod. mark nods back in reply as the two of you walk ahead to the small secluded cafe shop nearby where the two of you would usually hang out.

“i really hope i dont see him on friday. does he look like he’s the kind to skip lecture?” you ask, taking a sip of your tea while mark drinks his coffee.

mark shrugs, laying his back against the chair. “i dont think so? he has that ‘bad boy but obedient’ vibes.” you eyebrows furrow, but you slowly nod your head as you start to understand his view of taeyong.

“well i hope he wont let his girlfriend and him cause such commotion again. it took us so long to get out.” you whine, looking at the time on your phone. “we fucking got out like 30 minutes after! you know how much i hate getting off campus late.”

mark chuckles, running his hand through his hair. “we know, sweetie. we know.”

“dont call me that i swear-”

“suckass.”

“bitch.”

the two of you laugh happily and take a sip of your drinks at the same time before discussing about today’s lecture.

friday comes and you see the gifts placed neatly on your table yet again. you roll your eyes and slouch into your seat. you are now too tired to even throw away the gifts and you give up doing so.

more people soon start to fill the seats of the lecture hall. when the professor walks in, you notice that the seat beside you is empty. you purse your lips into a thin line and shrug your shoulders, thinking that taeyong isnt going to come today.

“taeyong. its only your second day yet you’re already late.” your head lifts up from your table to see taeyong standing by the door. you rest your chin on the palm on your hand as you were intrigued by him again like the first time you saw him on wednesday. why? you dont even know yourself.

taeyong rushes in and sits down next to you. what surprised you is the fact that the same girl is standing outside. the murmurs and whispers come again. you swear you can get a headache from it.

you see her blowing a kiss to taeyong, making everyone shout and fangirl over her before she leaves and the hall is back to being silent. you turn your head to taeyong, who immediately look back at you.

“is she that crazy over you?” you ask, taking out your pen and beginning writing notes. “yeah. but i fucking hate it.” taeyong replies. you chuckle lowly as your eyes remain on the projector yet you could see taeyong blinking his eyes, as if you had an effect on him.

“she seems rich. you’re after her money, arent you?”

“it’s because i cant get away from her parents.”

“hm its also for the money. i can tell.” you look down at his outfit, a lot of it are designer and authentic clothing items. you laugh softly with amusement.

“why are people scared of you?” your eyes immediately darkens and you slowly turn your head to face taeyong, staring down at him. taeyong sucks air into his cheeks and glances somewhere else. laughing quietly at his reaction, you smile softly.

“let’s just say i have a bad reputation. yet im popular for some reason. its seriously annoying.”

taeyong looks down at the gifts that you have thrown off your table. “i can tell. you seem bold and intimidating.”

you take out your phone to scroll through your social medias in boredom. “bold and intimidating huh? you’re an interesting one. i like it.” you glance at the clock when you hear people starting to pack up. you too start to pack up as well.

taeyong is still seated on his seat, writing down the notes he missed from talking to you. you figured that he couldn’t multitask like you. before you stand up to get out of the hall you turn to taeyong. again it looked like his senses were all heightened and he’s being wary of you.

you got closer to him, faces inches apart. he didn’t move at all. his eyes still on you. you smirk softly, licking your bottom lip as you eyed him narrowly like looking at a delicious candy.

“looks like you arent intimidated by me. i like you.” you whispers softly, laughing loudly as you see mark waiting for you at the door. you quickly got up and went to mark. as the two of you exited the hall, you look back to taeyong. he’s still glued to his seat, not moving, his mouth gaping open slightly.

“oi let’s go.” you hear mark shout as you notice him already walking away. you smirk widely and follow behind mark.

“im sorry what?”

“let me cheat on her with you.”

“no.”

you glare at taeyong as you take a bite from your meal. you and taeyong are having lunch on campus together and it never fails to have eyes glued onto you whenever you’re with taeyong. you’re only option is to hang out with tayeong since mark didnt come today. you have yet to ask him why.

“come on please! if she sees me with someone like you she’ll be too scared to get near me then i can finally break up with her.” taeyong whines, grabbing your cup of iced tea and taking a sip.

“protect your reputation, taeyong. look around. you being with me is already giving people a bad impression of you.” taeyong does what you say, looking around and realising that a lot of people were staring at you two. he turns back to find you picking on your food.

“you’re the only one i know around here. itll only be until me and her break.”

you eyes trailed up from your food to meet taeyong’s. you put your fork down and sat up straight, tilting your head slightly. “what’s in it for me?” people around you know very well that wouldnt do something without getting something back in return. it didnt take taeyong long to know that due to the constant whispers about you around campus.

“ill let you have the money she gives me?” taeyong says nervously. you click your tongue. you were definitely intrigued when taeyong says the word ‘money’. taeyong smiles sheepishly as he waits for your answer.

“ill do it.” taeyong’s face lits up in an instant. you however were smiling devilishly, looking down at your prey. “get ready though. im not an easy one.”

taeyong blinks his eyes rapidly. his eyes definitely says he’s intimidated. but his body says otherwise, looking calm and composed.

“i know. itll be fun.” your eyes widen slightly as you see taeyong smirking under his soft smile. you raise your eyebrows and chuckle in amusement.

“oh im sure it will, ty.”

“you sure that’ll work?” you roll your eyes and rub your temples. you lost count of how many times you have tried to explain the plan to taeyong.

“you said she comes here to have coffee before she picks you up right? she doesnt know we ended early today so we’ll probably run into her. then i’ll just flirt with you or something. just follow my lead.” taeyong nods slowly.

you shrug your shoulders and let your body sink into the comfortable seat. you and taeyong are at a pretty high class cafe and it felt good to drink some quality tea instead of the cheap ones you have to put up with living as a broke college student.

you drink your tea as you eyed taeyong. he looks anxious, constantly looking out the window and sucking his draw despite his cup already being empty. you groan to catch taeyong’s attention. “you need to chill. have you never flirt with anyone before?” taeyong shakes his head, biting his straw. you gape your mouth and clap your hands.

“no way! you’re good looking. you cant tell me that snobby girl is the only one you ever dated.”

“she is.”

you choked on your drink, proceeding you laugh hysterically. taeyong furrows his eyebrow. “you better find a better girlfriend once you break up with her ty.” taeyong frowns, running his hand through his silk soft-looking hair. “im not interested in dating.” taeyong mumbles. you only hum in response.

looking up from taeyong, you see the girl walking down the street, about to enter the cafe. you tapped taeyong’s hand quickly, making him flinch.

“okay she’s coming, act natural. like how we are now.”

“wait what i-”

you immediately peck his lips to shut him up. taeyong widens his eyes in shock, his body completely frozen at your touch. you smirked widely as you see the girl standing outside, with her eyes filled with anger and her hand clenching into fists tightly. you chuckle in an evil manner. “her she comes.” you whisper in a sing-song tone.

taeyong looks straight at the door as she finally steps into the cafe and stomps over to your table. you smile widely, putting in your innocent act.

“who’s she, tae?” taeyong doesn’t reply, looking at you. you raise both your eyebrows and roll your eyes. slowly, your fingers crawl up to taeyong’s hand on the table, touching his fingers as you jerked your head to her.

“a friend.” taeyong replies simply.

she scoffs. you ran your hand through your hair. “and why are you guys here?”

you click your tongue and chuckle lowly. you look at her, noticing that she’s eyeing you like a prey. clearly she’s jealous right now. with her arms crossed and eyes. you knew.

“we finished quite early actually. you dont mind me hanging out with him, do you? im sure you know he’s new and im his only friend.” you say softly, turning to taeyong and biting your lip seductively. a smirk slowly creeped up taeyong’s mouth. you’re surprised that he suddenly looks confident rather than the first time you two met when he was looking all intimidated and nervous around you.

“yeah, its true.” taeyong winks playfully at you. you only hum in response before looking up to the girl. she furrows her eyebrows in anger.

“hm you wanna hang out with him, right? alright ill leave.” you stand up and shove your phone into your back pocket. as you walk past behind taeyong, you bend down beside him and got close to his ear, acting as if you were whispering something as you stared at the girl. oh the look on her face. you laugh inside your head. you stand up straight and ran your fingers seductively behind taeyong’s shoulders before exiting the cafe. you could have sworn that you heard her growling under her breathe.

“you should have seen the look on her face!” you laugh crazily, slamming your hand against your thigh and taking another sip of mark’s drink. you were too lazy to buy your own.

“man why didn’t you tell me all this before?! i would have followed you guys and watch the shit go down.” mark whines. you grin widely and shake your head.

“im so sorryy.” you take in deep breathes to calm yourself down.

“taeyong must have been surprised when he sees you go into that mode. i remember the first time you helped me get my parents to not force me to be in relationships after they knew im “dating” someone like you.” mark chuckles.

“well he was shocked at first. but he surprisingly acted well.”

mark nods his head. you sigh as you look around the campus and you see taeyong walking with his headphones on. you smile softly.

“if you’ll excuse me, ill put on my ‘cheating’ role now and go to taeyong. text me alright!” you stand up from your seat and did you signature handshake with mark before speeding over to where taeyong was.

your hand loops around his arm as you pull him close. taeyonh flinches but relaxes when he notice it’s you. “so how did she react?” you ask, walking happily.

taeyong shrugs and takes off his earpiece, unplugging it from his phone and shoving it into his tote bag. “she was definitely jealous. she gave me a lecture on how i shouldnt be with you cuz you looked like a bitch.” you gasp sarcastically, placing your hand on your chest as you gaped your mouth widely. taeyong chuckles at your reaction.

“a bitch? what about her? tsk..” you roll your eyes.

“i can safely assure you that you’re way better than her.” you laugh in response.

“of course i am.” you wink at taeyong. “also what’s her name? you never told me.”

“soyoung. oh by the way.” taeyong stops in his tracks. you stop as well and let your arm off taeyong’s. taeyong digs into his tote bag. after awhile, he pulls out money. you smile almost immediately.

“she gave it to me. in a way to bribe me not to hang out with you.” you lean forward and snatch the money away and counted it. and boy was it a lot of money.

“she’d pay this much for you to stay away from me? she really is a bitch.” you slid the money into your wallet.

“too bad though. she’ll be seeing me with you more often.” you start to walk forward, but you stop and turn your head back. taeyong was standing still and staring at you. you see him snap out of hid thoughts and shake his head before walking towards you.

“sorry about that. let’s go.” you only shrug your shoulders as the two of you walk out of campus.

“you’re meeting her this sunday?” taeyong nods. you look around taeyong’s apartment. it wasnt big, big enough for two people but he’s the only one lving here. the decor is simple and he place doesn’t look messy. you figured it suited him well.

“we’ll be together before you’re suppose to meet her and have her see us together.”

taeyong widens his eyes and tilts his head. “that’ll be intense.” you raise an eyebrow and chuckle.

“isnt that what cheating is all about, ty?” you shake your head, acting disappointed. you hear him let out a ‘tsk’. you laugh.

“all right. looks like you’re taking me out sunday night. ill dress up.”

“dont you always dress up? your outfits upstages everyone when i see you on campus.”

you peck taeyong’s cheek playfully. taeyong jumps back at your sudden move. you smiled widely.

“you know i always look good.”

you suddenly feel taeyong pulling you and placing you on his lap. you tilt your head in confusion. “what’s this?”

taeyong’s breathing slows down as his eyes glaze your face intensively, as if admiring every inch of it.

“sounds weird but i find you very fucking hot.. its irresistible.” taeyong whispers, raising his hand to twirl a section of your hair around his fingers.

“oh and please book me a grab home. im heading out now so text me aites.” you stand up from the couch and wave to taeyong before leaving his apartment and closing the door.

as you were waiting for taeyong to pick you up on his motorbike, you look down at your outfit. you’re wearing a really short grey pleated skirt with a white lace bralette and a oversized checkered blazer as an outerwear. you don’t usually wear skirts often, but you did need to play the part of being revealing so as to “attract” taeyong’s attention. you put the quotations on attract but you dont even know if taeyong would be attracted or not. you slightly hoped that he would for some reason.

you see a motorbike coming to a halt. you walk towards it as taeyong gets off. he takes off his helmet, ruffling his hair as he went to the trunk. you blink your eyes rapidly as you’ve never seen taeyong look this good. you snap out of your thoughts when taeyong passed you your helmet. the both of you wear the helmets at the same time as you give way for taeyong to get on the bike. after adjusting a little, taeyong jerks his head to gesture you to get on.

“sit properly if you dont want guys staring at your exposed thighs.” taeyong says, his voice being muffled by the shield of helmet. you pull your down your skirt slightly and rest your hand on your thighs, waiting for him to take off, but he doesn’t.

“put your hands somewhere else. it’s dangerous.”

“ouh right right..” you look at your sides to find any handles to hold onto but there weren’t any. you stare down at his back. shurgging, you wrap your arms around his waist and interlock your fingers togther. taeyong turns his head to you and looks forward before starting the mottorbike and driving. you dont even know where you’re headed but oh well.

after a drive of about 20 minutes, you finally feel the motorbike stop. you look beside you and notice there was a restaurant. a very high class one. you gap your mouth open in disbelief as you get off the bike and take off your helmet.

“you have dates to these places often?” you turn around to face taeyong who sighs and gets close to you to take your helmet, nodding slowly.

you scoff, your eyes scanning the entrance of the place up and down. you feel taeyong’s hand snake around your waist. “let’s not go inside yet.” you raise an eyebrow.

“then where are we going?”

taeyong leads you to the entrance of the restaurant, where there are benches aligned. you nod your head once taeyong take a seat on the bench and sit doen beside him.

“the place is secluded so id normally see people making out around here.” taeyong comments, glancing at his phone to check the time.

“well there’s a bar a few blocks down so i guess that’s why.” you only nod in response, looking in front as you watch the cars drive by. it made you think of one thing. “wait what does her car look like-“

taeyong swiftly wraps his arm around your waist and pull you on his lap. you blink at him as he jerks his head to the back of you. you assume that she arrived. you arch your back and let your hair flow down on one shoulder before wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. taeyong’s grip on your waist tightens as you ran you hand through his hair and tilt your head to deepen the kiss even more. you felt taeyong’s hand roaming from your waist to your thigh, going up and down slowly.

for some reason, you were enjoying it. his lips on yours. you felt his hunger, neediness for you as he held you close as if to claim you’re his. you felt the same nonetheless. you liked it a lot. the two of you knew very well that this isnt acting anymore. it was real. the heat and needy tension. you didnt feel such a thing in a long time.

you suddenly flinch when you felt a hand on your shoulder, pushing you off taeyong’s lap. you turn around. “oh look who’s here! its soyoung.”

“the fuck did i just saw you doing with taeyong?” soyoung pushes you back further.

“i was about to have dinner with taeyong here.. but id figure it would be better to get free appetisers instead of having to pay for one.” you say confidently, brushing your thumb over you bottom lip as your eyes stared into hers.

soyoung scoffs and folds her arms. she looks down at your outfit. “you’ve been trying to seduce taeyong from the very start.” soyoung mutters under her breathe. you tilt your head as you grin widely.

“of course that’s what i’ve been doing idiot. taeyong really enjoys being with me though.” you turn your head to taeyong who was smirking widely and eyeing your outfit hungrily.

soyoung rubs her temples. with no words coming out her mouth, she turn away and walks to her car, getting into the driver’s seat and driving off. you slowly turn your head to taeyong who’s mouth is wide open. you laugh hysterically.

“oh my fucking god that was awesome!” you shout, clapping as you sit back down beside taeyong. taeyong smiles widely. “you really do have it in you.” taeyong compliments. you nudge his arm. “if you say you underestimated me i will beat you up.”

“please do. ruin me. every single moment i spend with you makes me fall and want you more. i love the dangerous side of you,”

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Teacher Of The Year - P.01

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Heartbroken and restless, she walked into a bar with the full intention of getting smashed but she got more than she bargained for. Much more.

Warnings: NSFW

WC: 2632

A/N: This series once started a long time ago as a smut series with the help of @dean-winchesters-bacon. I decided to do a make over, there will still be plenty of smut but I’m working in some feelings too. Enjoy.

SERIES MASTERLIST

“I’ll be teaching you this year. Welcome to my class.” Professor Winchester places his black heavy case on the table and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his forefinger. “I’m sensing that we’re going to have a lot of fun.” He looks into the class now, letting his eyes travel around the students sitting there. There aren’t many to begin with, as not a lot of students are interested in history.

Professor Winchester’s smirk quickly subsides when he spots her in the third row.

Seeing him standing there, all the images of last night comes rushing to her head.

***

..THE NIGHT BEFORE

“Hey.”

Y/N hears someone greeting her, feels someone standing right next to her but she can’t even find the strength in herself to look up, can’t find it in herself to care because she’s been chatted up so many times already tonight and they all have nothing to offer but a cheesy pick up line, which honestly, does not work with her. She doubts that they work on any women at all.

The guy doesn’t care, though, sits himself next to her on the empty bar stool and watches her down another shot of clear liquid. Because that’s how it is, if she wants to make the men seem more tolerable around here, she really needs to get more alcohol into her system.

She can still see the guy from the corner of her eyes. He’s smiling as he watches her down that shot and it’s really annoying to say the least. She’s not in the mood for anything but drinking her own body weight in cheap spirit and that dude better not try and stop her.

“Leave me alone,” She mutters underneath her breath but she doesn’t tilt her head to look at him, feels like she doesn’t really have to because she wants that dude gone.

The man starts to chuckle, “You look like you could need some company.”

She steals a glance, tilts her head towards him and there’s a moment of shock because she feels like the air has been punched out of her lungs.

He’s so pretty, oh my god.

Trying to compose herself, she slips back into her rage, determined not to let his looks throw her off. But my god, what a hot dude! She can see that he has cute little freckles, “What makes you think that, huh? Do I look so miserable to you? Because if I do, you’re damn right I am.”

“No, actually,” Hot dude signals for the bartender to drop both of them another shot, “You’re the only one here without company and I’m kinda new, so, uh..”

So, he must have been watching her for some time to know that she’s alone here. What a creep. Why are all hot guys either taken, cheating bastards or creeps?

The bartender places two shots in front of them and she downs it immediately while he, on the other hand, just takes sips from his, grinning a little when he speaks, “Oh, and you’re pretty, not miserable. Besides, why can’t two grown ups who are alone in a bar not drink together, huh? Is there a campus rule I’ve missed? Because let me tell you, I’ve read through them and none of the rules says that it’s not allowed.”

Y/N eyes the guy up and down, the grin’s still on his face and it’s unbelievably cocky. It’s weird but she has the feeling that he’s different to other guys, there’s something about him, she just can’t really put a finger on it yet.

“I like you.” She says in a sing-song voice and her speech might be slurring a little. “You’re not like the other dudes who would just try to get into my pants. At least not immediately.”

She knows that maybe he wants to, is not really that drunk yet but since he bought her alcohol, he’s allowed to stay for a while. And, honest to god, he’s gorgeous. Certainly better looking than her boyfriend, well, now her ex.

He’s smiling a little, the creases around his eyes deepening and then he licks his lips, and oh god, they are sinful and suddenly, she wants them on her. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” He’s holding his shot glass out for a toast.

The next thing she knows, he’s whispering dirty promises into her ear, noses around the back of it, breathes warm air against the nape of her neck and it makes her shiver. Her walls crumble as he nibbles at her earlobe while his hand brushes up and down her thighs.

She certainly didn’t go out looking for this. But she’s more than up for it.

“Let’s get out.” He mumbles a laughter against the shell of her ear, his big hands kneading at the flesh on her waist.

“Please.” She whimpers, doesn’t even matter if she sounds desperate because that’s exactly what she is.

“That’s a word you’re going to use often tonight.” He grins cockily and fuck, if that’s not a promise to a hell of a good night, then she doesn’t know what is.

At his place, he’s pulling her closer with a hand firm on the back of her neck, as his soft lips melts to hers. His tongue explores the inside of her mouth while he fumbles with the key to unlock the door to his apartment with his other hand. She grinds her hips against his bulge and he loses his cool for a moment, dropping the keys, curses at himself and she thinks it’s cute. She begins to giggle as she watches him kneel down to retrieve them from the ground.

While he’s down, he trails his hands up her legs until they vanish underneath her skirt and then he looks up at her so seductively she has to bite her lip as not to attack him right here and now. His knuckles graze her damp panties and when she looks down, she sees his head disappearing beneath her skirt as he noses at her clit through the panties.

Oh, fuck.

Y/N places both her hands on either side of the door frame, holding herself up because her knees are weak.

“Jesus, sweetheart, you’re dripping!” He looks up with a smirk that makes her melt on the inside, “Gotta taste ya.”

She feels him pushing the fabric out of the way with his fingers, and then, oh my god, his tongue slides along her folds, the tip of it tickling at the hood of her clit, causing her to grip the door frame tight, fingernails digging into the wood, she’s sure that she’s leaving a mark on it. But how can she not, she’s so close to losing her balance with his head between her thighs.

“Delicious,” The slurping sound accompanies his word and if anything, the dirtiness of it all makes her even wetter. “Just like I thought you would be. So fucking sweet.”

“Shit. We should get in first, shouldn’t we?” Her voice is broken, she can barely hold herself together but her mind still works because she’s a little terrified that someone could see them like this, but at the same time, it turns her on knowing that someone could see them. What the hell is wrong with her? She’s usually not like that. At all.

There’s a chuckle underneath her skirt, hot air hits her clit and he proceeds to come out from underneath her skirt. She looks down, meets his eyes, in the light of the staircase, they are green. His hair’s all ruffled up and so fucking sexy, it makes her want to bury her hands in them, pull at them, ruffle them up some more.

He sends her a smile, a little wink, the crinkles around his eyes deepens, “Yeah, we should.”

Pulling him up by his shirt, she kisses him, and by miracle, he manages to open the door, and it opens so abruptly that they fall into the apartment, giggling as they are lying on the floor with him on top of her. It must have been weeks since she felt so carefree and she embraces every minute of it.

And it’s weird. So weird. It’s like she’s someone else completely. She’s never done anything like this before, never went home with a stranger. Never made out with someone who’s name she doesn’t know. What surprises her the most is, that she doesn’t really care.

They didn’t even make it to the bed; he takes her right there against the wall. Cock thrusting hard at a blistering pace in and out of her while she has her legs hooked behind his back. He sucks at her throat as if his life depends on it and she’s sure that she’s going to have to wear a scarf tomorrow. But that’s a problem for tomorrow, tonight, she’s enjoying every mark he leaves, enjoys every thrust of his hips, every dirty word he whispers into her ear.

He does have a dirty mouth while he fucks, saying things that make her blush, teeth sinking into her hot flesh as he rubs at her cunt, making her come so hard on his cock, making her see fucking stars.

And she can’t help but compare the man to her ex, and honestly, how could she have stayed with her ex for so long when something like this was just waiting around the corner?

“Feels so fucking good when you come on my cock, baby.” He breathes against her, his nose right on hers as he kisses her, as hard and deep as he fucks her, it blows her fucking mind.

He’s letting her down after some time and turns her around roughly and she finds herself pressed against the cool door, welcomes the cold surface; it feels like a relief for her hot cheeks.

Before she knows it, he grabs a fistful of her hair and yanks at it, making her arch her back, pushing out her ass against his erection. She can’t even say anything because he slams home again, filling her up in just the right places. And it’s good. So fucking good.

With her hair in his hand, he yanks again, making her arch her back even more so he can hit all the spots deep inside of her. Spots, nobody was able to reach before him.

“Fuck.” She breathes against the door. “C’mon, harder!”

She blushes at herself, because she’s never the one who normally dares to say what she wants but it feels different with him. Maybe because she doesn’t know him. Maybe it’s because she doesn’t even know his fucking name and playing a role of a filthy slut who fucks the next best guy is a whole new thing she doesn’t even know she liked.

“Yeah, you like that, huh, baby girl?” He pants, “So fucking sexy when you tell me what you want,” His hand wrenches her further up by her hair as he presses his body flush against her back and mouths his way from her shoulders to her ear. “Fuck. You feel so good. It’s like your pussy was made for me.” He licks her ear, lets her down again and then he increases his pace. Her fingers dig into the door for leverage, holding on to it for dear life.

She’s sure that whoever would walk past the door could hear the filthy fucking noise they make. At this point, she really couldn’t care less.

And then she feels it again, the tension that’s building up in the depths of her belly and it goes down her legs and they start to shake as she clamps around him.

Holy shit.

She has never felt anything remotely close to this before. Never in her life, did a man make her come with only a dick in her pussy. This is the first time and already she can’t get enough of it, wants more, needs it like fucking air.

He pants hard and thrusts against her twice more before his hand lets go of her hair, and he grabs a hold of her ass with both hands. They are so incredibly big. His blunt nails digging crescent moons into her skin as he rolls his hips lazily against her. The sound he makes when he comes is incredibly sexy, a deep low groan. It makes her crave for more.

They find their way into his bed soon after and she falls into a dreamless sleep, until she wakes up to him eating her out at dawn.

“I was hungry,” He mumbles against her sex and looks up at her with a cocky grin, before he seals his lips back around her clit and sucks it in. She bites down on her bottom lip, her fingers cradling his head, fisting her hands into his short hair and she pulls him closer, nails digging into his scalp when she comes with a shrieking sound.

Y/N wakes up a second time when there’s already light out and she hears the shower running. It’s only about a minute until she realizes where she was and then it hits her.

Shit, she needs to get to class!

Hastily she gets up, gathers her clothes off the floor and puts them on. She’s about to disappear through the door when he walks out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel around his hips. Droplets of water dripping down his perfectly sculpted body and she’s holding back a squeal.

Oh my god. He looks even better by daylight.

“Hey,” He says, and there’s a smirk on his face.

He has freckles. And his eyes are even greener, if that’s possible.

She’s unable to form words so all she does is stare.

“Uh, I have to head out for my job anyway, should I drive you?” He asks and she sees the displeased look in his eyes because he knows that she’d decline.

Is he mad that she wanted to sneak out?

“I’m alright. Thanks,” She lowers her head, and adds, “For everything.” Then she smiles at him and she sees him smile back at her. She’s blushing but so does he and she can’t say whose face is more flushed. It feels like they are stupid teenagers.

She hurries back to her dorm, takes a quick shower and changes her clothes. She sees the marks around her throat and there’s no way that she has time to conceal them all, so she wraps a scarf around her neck before she heads to class.

And here she is, sitting in a classroom full of students and her new professor is the man who fucked her so good and made her come three fucking times last night.

Well, this is awkward.

“Any questions?” Professor Winchester asks the class at the end.

Of course no one has a question, all the girls were just staring at him all the time and she doesn’t even know if they understood anything he just taught them, not that she understood anything either because her head’s still spinning.

“Uh.. Miss?” He’s pointing his chin at her, and some of the students are already standing up to leave, but not her, she’s unable to move.

“Y/N.” She almost moans it out because she couldn’t stop picturing his face between her thighs.

“Yeah. Y/N. So, I’d like to see you in my office after class. I’ve been watching. You didn’t pay attention.”

“Oh.. uh.. ok. Yes.”

“Just wanna make sure you are following my lesson.”

“Sure.”

“Sure? I think you can phrase that differently, Y/N.” His eyes burn through her.

“Yes…Sir.”

He nods at her, his lips curve up into a smirk and suddenly, her face begins to flare up.

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ashintheairlikesnow · 5 years

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Daniel Michaelson’s Story: Nate Vandrum, Two Years Before Daniel

(this is late for @whumptober2019 - it was planned for Day 18, Muffled Scream - but hey, it’s fun, so I’m posting it. This is Nate Vandrum, the Denners’ prior whumpee and Daniel Michaelson’s eventual savior of sorts, during his initial captivity when both twins are alive. TW/SW: knives, blood, abusive behavior, the Denners are awful)

Ashley’s sitting on his lap, facing him with her arms around his neck, crossed at the wrists just behind his head. She is close, so close her eerily pretty face takes up his entire field of vision. Slightly narrowed eyes, upswept at the corners and oddly feline, high cheekbones, wide mouth, white-blonde hair and eyebrows that seem sometimes to nearly disappear against equally-white skin.

The spitting image of her brother, nearly identical - but colder.

"You could have more scars," She murmurs in a voice like velvet soaked in whiskey, and as she leans in he turns his head to the side, looking away from her, trying to find a spot on the wall he can stare at instead.

Looking away is the best he can do. He has spent hours memorizing every mark on the walls while they turn him into someone other than who he used to be.

"Oh, Nate. Don't be so rude." She rolls her hips forward so they press against his, and he swallows hard at the way it doesn’t feel that bad at all. "You know the rules, don't you?"

There are so many rules.

Never pull away from Ashley or Abraham Denner. Never reject a touch. Never ask why. Say thank you for every gift you are given, and remember that every breath is a gift we give you now. Do whatever you are told to do, as soon as you are told.

Take each bruise, each bleeding wound, with gratitude.

Be our pet.

Fall in love.

He'd like to pretend they cannot force the last one on him, but Bram has been gone all day and Nate misses him - his touch, even the bruising ones, his kiss, his everything.

He'd been with them for years, and somewhere in there - somewhere between the pain and the things they do to him and the way they hold him afterward - his deep abiding hatred and urge to escape have been twisted, broken, reshaped.

Ashley he cannot be forced to love, but that's not what she wants, anyway.

Only Bram wants his love.

Ashley just wants his obedience and fear, and those are so much easier to give.

He slowly turns his head back to face her, jaw locked tightly, feeling the ring they put through his lip on one side shifting.

When his green eyes meet her blue, she laughs, a soft low sound from deep in her chest. "Fuck, that's so good to watch. Are you going to admit I’m right now? Hm? My Brammie won't be home til late, it's just… you and me and this argument we don’t have to be having."

Nate can feel the blade in her hand graze, gentle as a kiss, against the back of his neck. He does not stiffen up or go tense - never pull away from the Denners - and Ashley never lets the edge of a blade touch someone accidentally.

This is how she is choosing to touch him, and he has to accept it, even if it hurts.

Especially when it hurts.

“I’m not having an argument,” He says, feeling the blade move a little, the softest kiss of sharpness, around the side, up and down the line of the vein in the side of his neck, not quite cutting, not yet. Then over his Adam’s apple, smiling at him as he swallows hard and the blade pricks, just the slightly bit.

“What are you doing, then?” Her voice is a purr, a rumble in her chest.

“Not having an argument.” Nate fixes his eyes on hers, tries to look unintimidated, like the person he maybe used to be. “You’re just wrong.”

She lets the blade slice, just the barest bit, and Nate hisses air through his teeth, picturing the droplet of bright red welling up. She darts her head forward and he feels the wet press of her tongue as she licks it up. He used to get nauseous at that feeling. Now he feels nothing at all. “You don’t get to tell us we’re wrong. God damn do I love it when your blood is hot.”

She is playing with him, of course - this is a game. Ashley Denner has always been a cat and Nathaniel Vandrum little more than the mouse she is not allowed to consume, because her twin brother loves him and has declared he gets to live.

If he stays relaxed, if he looks bored, she might get bored, too, and walk away. Maybe.

She might decide to slice the collar again, the cuts in smooth lines that go around and around his neck but never too deep. If she does that, he must hold still. For every flinch or noise he makes, she’ll wind the knife another time.

He is very good at holding still for Ashley’s knife, now.

Never reject a touch.

She is safer when Bram’s home, because Bram loves him, and he hurts Nate because he loves him, because he has to be fixed, made better. If he’s good, if he does what he’s told to do, Bram won’t hurt him very much at all.

This relationship only works if you understand your place, Nate. You're my pet and I love you - we’re going to be together forever. But if you don’t understand that you belong to me, then I’ll have to break up with you, and then you’ll have to die.

Bram loves him, and he wants to keep Nate as a pet forever, and there are moments when Nate forgets who he is.

He was a professor, back home. He had a whole life before he met them.

Some days, it’s hard to remember that - and in those moments, he loves Bram, too, and all he wants is to make him happy. In those moments he feels like maybe he was meant for this, born to be with Bram and Ashley, born to kneel for Bram, that every single second of his life was leading up to the night they followed him home.

Bram says it all the time. You need to understand that you loved us already. You just didn't know it yet, before we found you.

I love you, Nate, so much, so much you get to live, with me forever. You'll never leave me. You'll never run.

If you leave me, I'll cut parts of you off until you never leave again.

I love you, Nate. I love you. I love you so much.

Now say it back or I’ll get the razor blades out again.

Bram Denner's a psychopath, and Nathaniel Vandrum is sometimes still himself and sometimes a pet, and he has no idea how long he can hold any part of himself together. He has no idea how much more of this there will be, only that it will last for the rest of his life, and one day they will get tired of him and kill him and at least it would all be over, then.

If Bram is a psychopath, Ashley is something even worse.

“You know, when you’re like this, I can see why Brammie loves you so much.” She shifts around again, leaning in close to kiss his cheek, a trail of kisses to his ear, down the side of his neck over the healing cuts that itch and itch, licking at the still-bleeding place she’d let the knife cut in. “You've got a nice jaw, good mouth, pretty nice eyes… I get it, I really do."

Other than the fact that she is clearly female, Ashley Denner looks exactly like her twin brother. Sometimes when they are hurting him, Nate can’t remember which one he is currently begging to stop, calls the one with the knife or the whip or the cane by the wrong name, and they laugh and laugh and hit him harder until he gets it right the next time.

“Thanks for the compliment,” Nate says dryly. He doesn’t stammer yet - the stammer comes later, after he tries one more time to escape and Bram hits him too hard in the head a few times. He doesn’t stammer yet. “But you’re still wrong.”

He is currently tied to a chair because the two of them are both fucking idiots, and they refuse to listen to someone who knows something they don’t.

If she were anyone else, the weight of her hips pressing lightly against his would have been supremely pleasant. Even with Ashley being exactly who she is, it isn’t exactly a bad feeling. He tries to remember when feelings like this came from people who weren’t in the process of slowly destroying him, piece by piece.

“I’m not wrong,” She says, rolling her eyes.

The knife trails down the side of his neck, over his collarbone, traces the line of it. There’s never enough food (not enough sleep, either - when one of them is done with him the other is only getting started) and he’s lost weight since he came here, defining the muscles they force him to exercise to build.

When he is good, he eats enough, but the days he is good are the days he starts to forget who he used to be, and so he’s never good for enough days in a row to fully lose the hunger.

He has to remember who he used to be.

He has to remember that he is a person.

He has to remember long enough to find the opportunity to escape.

“You are wrong.” Another prick of the knife, just above his collarbone this time, and he manages not to wince at the bright flash of pain as the knife digs in a little deeper. “You can’t be identical twins, Ashley.”

“Why not?” She cuts a smooth line across the length of his collarbone and up to his shoulder, and Nate lets his head fall back, teeth ground together as hard as they can to keep his jaw shut, shifting but not flinching away as the skin separates like she’s cutting butter, not him, and the blood wells up in a line.

She licks it away, a low pleased growl in her throat, and her other hand holds him still by the back of his neck, fingernails digging in hard, dimpling the skin until they ache, too.

“You’re a man and a woman,” He manages, voice strained with keeping control. Never reject a touch. Never pull away. Follow the rules.

Be grateful for the pain, because every breath is a gift we have chosen to give you.

“I fail to see the problem with that,” Ashley says against his skin. She moves the knife away and for a second he thinks maybe this will be all, this will be enough to satisfy her.

“Identical twins have to be the same biological sex. It’s a single person’s genes that get split into two eggs. You’re not identical twins.”

She pulls back and looks at him, chewing on her lower lip thoughtfully. “We were a single person, once, then we split in two. Male and female, like twin gods in the myths.”

Nate takes a deep breath.

She’s moved the knife back and away, and is watching him with no anger in her eyes. Maybe this time he’ll get through to her.

“Identical twins are always the same biological sex.”

“Unless they’re gods,” She counters.

“No,” Nate says trying to sound patient but his collarbone and shoulder ache from the cuts and he just wants her to undo the handcuffs and let him get out of the chair. “Even those stories about the gods - they’d have been fraternal twins. That’s what you are - you’re fraternal twins.”

“We’re identical.”

“No. You’re similar.”

She frowned. “No. We are identical twins.”

“You are very similar-looking fraternal twins, Ashley.”

“I’m going to tell Brammie you said that when you come home,” Ashley says, sitting back and away from him now, resting her weight entirely on his lower thighs where they connect to his knees. He swallows, knowing what’s coming, but somehow he can’t let this go.

He doesn’t love her.

She doesn’t want him to.

And she’s wrong.

“I’m going to tell him you said we’re not identical.” She changes her grip on the knife and he knows what is about to happen next.

He turns his head away one more time, closes his eyes, and waits.

“He’s going to be so upset with you, Nate.”

The blade of the knife jams straight through his shoulder and out the other side, buries itself with an audible thunk into the wood back of the chair, and Nate only barely keeps his mouth shut to muffle the scream.

Ashley leans in close again, watching him with wide eyes like a child looking into the reptile cage at the zoo, her head slowly tilting to one side until a bit of wavy blonde hair falls across her cheek. “No, Nate. I want to hear you. Turns me on.”

He shakes his head, biting down on his lower lip until it bleeds, the agony spreading from his shoulder down his arm, into his chest, the feel of wet blood running in rivulets down his chest and back.

“I say we are identical twins, Nate. And I say you’re going to scream.”

She smiles, twists the knife as hard as she can, and Nate’s back arches him nearly out of the chair at the pain, still biting his lip, the cry trapped in his throat, keep it down, don’t make noise, she likes that too much and she’ll want too much afterward, don’t-

She twists again, and then time Nate screams, head thrown back, pulling helplessly trying to free himself, the handcuffs rattling hard against the back of the chair. Ashley grinds her hips into his and starts to laugh, a strange high-pitched hyena laughter, yanking the knife back out and somehow that hurts worse and he screams again.

He always tries to hold it back.

He always screams in the end.

“There we go. That’s our good, good boy. Now… are we identical twins, Nate?”

He’s breathing hard, panting really, like the dog they always tell him he is until he earns being a person. He can’t speak for the pain, can barely hear her over the buzzing agony, and all he can do is shake his head. “Fra-... fraternal,” He grinds out.

“Oooh, you are a masochist today,” Ashley says. Her voice is warm and playful but her eyes are very, very cold. “You are indeed. Okay, Nate. Have it your way.”

When the knife buries itself in his other shoulder, he doesn’t try to muffle the scream this time, just lets himself collapse and drown in it, in the sound from his own throat, in the pain that rattles the walls. She yanks it back out and he groans again, head dropping, black hair in his eyes.

Ashley twists her fingers into that hair and yanks his head back up. When he finally opens his eyes, narrowed against the ache, she waits until she is sure he is looking at her and slowly licks his blood off the blade.

“Bad puppy,” She says, and her lips are smeared red with his blood. “You’re a very, very bad dog. Let’s see how much of you is left by the time my Brammie gets home.”

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coffeestainsandcashmere · 4 years

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‘All that’s best of dark and bright’ - a Draco x Hermione x Theo story - Chapter Three

For anyone reading on Tumblr and not on Ao3, here’s Chapter Three. Thank you so much to everyone who commented on Ao3 - you made my entire life with this. My venomous tentacular is fed and watered, and my creative patronus charm is nourished.

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“Right you are,” Hagrid beamed, shuffling a little bit on the spot. As he looked down at her, she realised that he was wearing the same, achingly worried expression he had when they’d all shown up that night with Ron hurling slugs and Hermione in tears. Somehow remembering that almost made her smile. “You, uh, want somethin’ to drink? Pumpkin juice? Tea maybe?”

Automatically, she shook her head. “I’m fine, thank you, Hagrid.” You’re not being a bother, and he asked you, she scowled silently. You’re allowed to ask for things you’d like. “No, actually, a cup of tea would be lovely, if you’ve got the kettle on.”

“You know me, Hermione,” Hagrid chuckled, obviously glad for something practical to do. “Kettle’s always on ’ere.”

Hermione smiled and watched the enormous man bumble back inside his modest, stone hut, and inhaled deeply. The air was cool and damp here on the edge of the forest, sheltered from the prevailing winds, and it carried with it the eerie, haunting croon of thestrals and the other creatures that lived in the forest, accompanied all the while by the soft susurrations of the breeze through the pine trees. If she strained her imagination hard enough, she could pretend to hear the swish of Buckbeak’s wings, or the hoarse croaks of young baby Norbert. A faint waft of cold smoke coiled up from the empty ashes in the fire pit, and the green scent of earth filled her mind for a long moment, stilling it for the first time in weeks. If anywhere felt like home now, it was probably here.

Alone for a little while, except for Fang, Hermione sank down onto a log and then, just because she felt like it, she lay down along its length and crossed her ankles. The wood formed a cool pressure right along her body, grounding her, and she sighed, hair splayed out beneath her head in a wild riot of curls.

Fang immediately plonked himself down on the ground beside her, the old dog leaning against the log as if it needed him to buttress it up, and she hooked her arm affectionately around his thick neck. “You’re like a giant teddy bear,” she chuckled as he tipped his head in her direction and tried to lick her face. Mercifully, he was just out of range. “An incredibly slobbery giant teddy bear, I’ll grant you, but still.” She was glad that, despite everything, Fang had made it through the war. He felt as much a part of this place as Hagrid did.

“So how’s things?” Hagrid asked as he emerged once again, the strong, milky contents of two giant mugs slopping slightly over the edge as he jostled with the door. He put one down on the log next to her to cool a little, and then eased himself down onto a log opposite her.

It groaned ominously, but held.

“Busy,” she said honestly and he chortled a big, rumbling laugh, belly shaking.

“Yer always busy, Hermione!” he said, still chuckling fondly. “I’d be worried if yeh weren’t. But how’s things without Ron and Harry? Yer not lonely, are yeh? And how are they getting on?”

She sucked the insides of her cheeks suddenly to keep from crying, emotions swelling inside her again as if under an engorgio charm. “I suppose they’re busy as well,” she said carefully, but her voice still trembled.

Fang nosed at her hand and licked her fingers gently.

“You ‘suppose’?” Hagrid asked, the quiet promise of thunder in his gentle voice.

With a heavy sigh she draped her free arm back over her head, enjoying the languorous stretch and feeling a bit like Crookshanks in his favourite sunny spot back at The Burrow. “I thought… I thought it would be alright without them,” she began. “And it is, for the most part, honestly. But… you know they’re both doing grown-up things like Auror training and earning a living already - Ron’s working in George’s shop in Diagon Alley - and meanwhile I’m… well, I’m still at school, Hagrid. It’s no wonder they haven’t bothered to write to me. They’re probably both too busy being important.”

“Oh Hermione,” he crooned gently, that thunderously protective edge still lurking in his voice, “Don’t talk like that. Yer bloody brilliant, you are. Yer gonna get the best marks anyone has ever seen at Hogwarts - better ‘an Dumbledore and McGonagall put together - and then yer gonna go on to do wonderful things when you leave here. It ain’t a rush and it ain’t a competition.”

Despite the fact that she laughed at his earnest, honest words, tears suddenly spilled from the corners of her eyes and disappeared into her wild hair as she lay there on her back. Fang shuffled himself around and tried to lick them off, but she really did draw the line at that and gently pushed his muzzle away before he could smear his hot tongue and vile slobber over her face.

“Thanks, Fang,” she said gently, knowing that the dog was emotionally intelligent, if maybe not quite so intellectually. “I’m just… I just… I feel so alone, Hagrid. I’ve got Ginny, of course, and Neville and a few others, but no one else has been through everything that we did - not the way that Harry and Ron and I did - and I feel like no one else… understands that. Ginny does, to an extent, but she was still sheltered for some of it.”

Always running; setting up the wards and constantly jumping at every last noise; foul, out of the way places to call ‘home’ for a few nights; exhaustion; fear bordering on mania; bickering; tempers fraying; desperation; isolation; helplessness; pain; the agony of loss again and again…

She stroked Fang’s smoke-soft coat for a bit, fingers skimming the silvery fur, and eventually began to feel a bit better for the contact. Hagrid didn’t speak and she loved him for his quiet patience.

After a while, she added, “Don’t get me wrong, Hagrid, I’m glad no one else had to go through it all, but… Sometimes I feel like the only person here at Hogwarts who has been through as much is… well… is Draco Malfoy, so you can imagine my sentiments about that.” But… what were her sentiments about that, exactly? She found that she didn’t like to dwell on it, actually, since examining it only seemed to muddy the waters.

Hagrid was quiet for a just moment longer before he said quietly, “He came to see me on the first day of term, you know?”

At that world-tilting revelation, she looked over at him sharply. “What?” she barked.

“Yeah,” he said, rubbing his beard and taking a huge gulp of tea. “Can’t say I was too happy to see him, o’course, but… before I could set Fang on him, he just apologised. Stood there with his hands in his pockets and said he was sorry for… for Buckbeak, and for my house getting burned, and everything. Said he knew he couldn’t make it right, but he wanted to clear the air a bit.”

“What did you tell him?” she asked faintly.

“I told him that if he really meant it, then… well… I’m no acromantula; I won’t hold a grudge forever. But if he’s really sorry for everything - an’ I mean everything - then he’ll start to do some good with that name of his, instead of bad.”

She snorted and looked back up at the sky. A patch of blue in the shape of a Welsh Green dragon had opened up above her and was drifting lazily overhead towards the Forbidden Forest. She watched it as she said, “Can’t imagine he took that very well.”

“Actually, he just nodded and said ‘yeah’ before walking back off to the castle on his own. I had to have a whole mug full of firewhisky just to settle myself down afterwards,” he snorted. She didn’t blame him. She’d felt like she needed a whole bottle of the stuff after Malfoy had apologised to her in Potions, and that had been over something fairly inconsequential. “He looks awful. Like someone took all the starch out of him, Hermione. Like he’s got nothing left no more.”

She sighed and found herself nodding in agreement. “It’s like I keep seeing two Malfoys, Hagrid. There’s the snotty little pureblood boy from first year who was just awful and defensive and volatile, always seeking approval and validation… and then there’s this haunted young man with all the weight of grief and guilt on his shoulders, and… I don’t know how to reconcile the two. Or if I even need to. Or if I should!” She cringed, realising how shrill her voice had grown, and Fang whined softly. “Sometimes I really think he’s changed and he’ll surprise me - like today, when he made a flippant comment and it took me completely off guard. Then he apologised afterwards and I nearly passed out. I couldn't believe that Draco Malfoy was apologising to me - especially for something so petty!”

“Imagine how I felt,” Hagrid said wryly.

Another sigh rolled out of her but before she had time to say any more about Malfoy’s cruelly snapped comments and acrid personality, footsteps on the gravel path leading down to the pumpkin patch drew their attention. Fang didn’t budge from her side, but he gave a low, warm ‘woof’ of greeting, as Neville came intro sight.

“Hello Hagrid, Fang,” he beamed. “Hermione!” he added when he spotted her.

“Hi Neville,” she replied, sitting up again and dusting off her skirt. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Likewise. Thought you’d be in the library!”

She tried not to let the innocent comment sting and Neville carried on while she drained half of her mug of tea in one go. It was strong enough to tan leather, but the taste of it fortified her somehow.

“Come to collected those chizpurfles for the venomous tentacula’s weekly feed, Hagrid, if you don’t mind. And some more doxy venom if you have it. Professor Slughorn asked me to pick some up next time I stopped by.”

“Right you are,” Hagrid grunted as he got up off the log and stumped off into his hut.

Hermione looked up at Neville over the rim of her mug and realised just how much he’d grown up too. He was almost handsome now. He met her eye and flashed her a curious frown, and she laughed softly and set the mug down. Fang began to lap at the remnants and she abandoned it happily enough to him. “I was just talking to Hagrid about how much we’ve all grown up since first year. How’s life as Professor Sprout’s teaching assistant?”

Some of the few ‘eighth years’ had been adopted by various members of staff as teaching assistants, and she’d been approached by no fewer than three. Muggle Studies was plenty enough for her though.

“Oh it’s going great,” Neville beamed. “Professor Sprout’s letting me grow the squill on my own and they’re doing really well so far. Slughorn needs them for his Felix Felicis class later this term.”

“That’s great,” she said, and she really meant it. He deserved to be happy after everything. Rumour had it that he and Hannah Abbott were getting closer and closer too.

“What about you? You seem busier than ever…” he said.

With a long inhale and a knowing look, she nodded. “Yes. Speaking of, I should stop talking Hagrid’s ear off and get back up to the castle. I’ve got three essays to finish today and Charms at sixth period.”

Hagrid emerged a moment later with a small crate of assorted things for Neville and he chuckled fondly. “That’s our Hermione, eh Neville? Never sitting still for more ‘an five minutes at a time!” He paused before handing the crate to Neville and added, “Yer welcome here any time - all of you lot, you know that. You need a cup of tea, or a cuddle with Fang, yer more ‘an welcome to it.”

Her throat closed up a little and she promised herself she wasn’t going to cry. “Thanks, Hagrid. And you, Fang,” she smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head and earning a thwack around the calves from his tail for the effort.

“You going back up to the castle, Neville?” she asked and he nodded.

“Well, greenhouses,” he amended.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all.”

“See you Hagrid!” they both chimed and she headed back with her chest feeling considerably lighter. Something did lurk in the background though, like a grindylow in the weeds, but she tried not to give it any attention. Malfoy. It was all their talk about Malfoy. And she didn’t want to think about him just then. Neville, it seemed, had no such concerns about bringing up the Slytherins.

As they neared the greenhouses, footsteps crunching on the compacted gravel pathway, he asked, “How are your prefect patrols with Nott going?”

“You heard about that, huh?” she grinned.

“Ginny mentioned something about prefects being paired with different houses. Is he alright? I never really knew him ‘before’.”

Before. That word carried such weight. She tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear only for it to spring loose again immediately. “It’s not bad, actually. I was wary at first, but I’ve got to know him a bit in some of my classes too, and he’s honestly not awful. He’s a cocky little shit, don’t get me wrong, but… he’s also kind of nice.”

“For a Slytherin…” Neville snorted playfully.

“No, for anyone,” she said evenly. “He’s extremely smart, and surprisingly considerate, and he’s even rather witty. I don’t mind being on a rota with him at all.”

Neville shot her a long look but eventually shrugged. “What do Harry and Ron have to say about it?”

Her chest twisted painfully and she looked away. “They’re not my keepers, Neville,” she snapped under her breath.

“I didn't mean it like that,” he said patiently. “I just… I just meant… never mind. I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” she insisted. “I’ve been in a funny mood all day. I’m sure Luna would tell me it’s wrackspurts or something.”

Neville smiled and they parted ways at the greenhouses with a promise to catch up at lunch.

All in all, Hermione wasn’t sure that her trip to Hagrid’s had done much other than fill her up with mightily strong tea, but the walk had probably done her good and put some colour in her cheeks, as her mother used to say. God, she missed her parents. Kingsley Shacklebolt had promised to send agents to check in on them from time to time, but he’d sent no word lately of how they were doing. No news, she assumed, meant good news at least.

The remainder of her day passed relatively uneventfully, and she got the homework done in good time, just as she’d planned.

It still felt oddly as if she were drifting about the place, more of a ghost than any of the genuine spirits who haunted the halls of Hogwarts, but she half hoped she could get the chance to talk to Malfoy again in Charms that afternoon. The tentative truce they’d shared in the first few weeks of term - polite nods and tersely academic conversation - seemed in danger of fracturing and shattering. If it went now, she wasn’t sure they’d get another chance to repair the damage done by their shared history.

Malfoy, however, sat beside Nott and didn’t look up at all from his textbook, except to perform an impressively nonchalant flick of his wand to transform some vinegar into a rather inviting-looking glass of champagne at Flitwick’s invitation. He even transfigured the glass in the same sweep to turn it from a squat, ugly tumbler into an elegant flute.

“Very nice, Mr. Malfoy,” Professor Flitwick chirruped. “Now, Miss. Granger, can you tell us why such a charm is taught here in this classroom, and not in Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall? Extra transfigurations notwithstanding,” he added with a flash of his eyes at Malfoy.

Because taking classes with obnoxiously stubborn Slytherins drives one to drink… “Well, simply put: oxidation of the ethanol in the wine forms ethanoic acid which produces vinegar. All this charm does is force that oxidation reaction to run the other way, and return the vinegar to its original, reduced state. You can repeat the charm as many times as you like, oscillating between vinegar and wine, but that’s all you could do. It’s why you couldn’t use this charm to convert orange juice into champagne. You’d need to transfigure that, as Malfoy did rather neatly with the glass,” she added in his direction.

Malfoy’s silver eyes darted from the page in front of him where he’d been doodling - small drawings of owls and serpents, she thought, though it was hard to tell from that angle - and found her face. She offered him a tiny smile, and to her surprise, he returned it, though the gesture was barely more than a twitch of one corner of his full lips.

“Very good,” Professor Flitwick said, returning to the front of the small classroom. “Now, for our next charm, I have something a little less… frivolous in mind. Miss Granger, if you’d be so kind as to come down to be my demonstration partner?”

She shunted her chair back and stood, smoothing out her skirt automatically before coming down to the front of the room. It felt odd to have everyone’s eyes on her, and she almost had to close her own for a moment to remind herself that she was not back at the Ministry, and Malfoy was no longer on trial. Her eyes flickered up to his shot of silver hair in the back row, but he was doodling again. She was at Hogwarts, and she was supposed to be listening to Flitwick so that she knew which bloody charm he wanted to demonstrate with her.

“…is a protective charm that will create a barrier around the caster and keep them from the view of people on the other side,” Flitwick said.

Oh heck, did she know this one. And she’d probably cast it accidentally in her sleep a hundred times since returning from their life on the run.

“Hermione?” Flitwick asked, “Are you alright? You’ve gone a shade… green.”

“I’m fine, Professor,” she smiled, tamping everything down inside her again. “You want me to cast it now?”

“If you would be so kind.”

Bringing her hand up, she flicked her wand and muttered, “Cave inimicum.”

The shuddering wall of magic descended around her, muffling and distorting the voices of the class. From the safety of her invisible bubble, she could stare openly at Malfoy and she discovered, to her surprise, that he’d been wearing an oddly intense expression as he’d watched her cast. Nott, sitting beside him, looked as casual as ever at first glance, but now that she took the time to look a little longer, she saw an intense light in his dark blue eyes that had only kindled when Malfoy had leaned forwards on the desk, long fingers folded in front of him, his icy grey eyes alive and roiling with emotions she couldn't read.

“Thank you, Miss Granger,” Flitwick’s voice echoed dully through the barrier to her ears. “Presuming you’re still there, of course.” He chortled amusedly at his own joke. “Now, if I stick my hand through the barrier, it will disrupt it, but if I step inside entirely —” he did so, and she smiled as the tiny wizard looked up at her and the charm fractured but held tenuously, “— you will see how easily the illusion is shattered. Of course, you can still hear through one of these barriers, so the caster will have to use other enchantments to reduce noises.”

Someone made a predictably crass comment about having a quickie behind the broomstick sheds with this one, and half the class snorted. Those students among them who had already discovered such charms either kept extremely still in their seats, or flushed slightly. Hermione managed to do neither, but she thought she detected a slight warming of Theodore’s freckled cheeks. Interesting. She’d not known him to have shown any romantic interests, but then again, she’d had slightly more important things on her mind than who was sleeping with whom in sixth year. Except for Ron. She’d known exactly who he was sleeping with, and it had made her nearly mad with jealousy. That she’d been so petty over the business with Lavender - rest her soul - was something that still gnawed away at her. In the end, Hermione and Ron had been better off as friends anyway. She often wondered if Lavender would have been good for Ron in the long run. She’d never know now.

Mechanically, she took down the enchantment at Professor Flitwick's request, and returned to her seat.

“Used that one before have you, Granger?” a blond seventh year Slytherin seated on the second row leered. He reminded her so viscerally of Cormac McLaggen that her gut twisted unpleasantly.

With her expression stony, she paused just behind him and replied in a voice just loud enough to carry, “Came in handy once or twice last year for evading snatchers, yes,” she said tartly before sitting down and glaring at her textbook. Malfoy said nothing nor looked at her.

She snuck a sidelong look at him a minute or two later as Flitwick wrapped up the class, and saw that he was gripping his wand in his left hand so hard his knuckles had faded a few shades lighter than the rest of his skin, and a muscle in his jaw was pulsing. Theodore shuffled beside him and a moment later, the tension eased in Malfoy. He let out a long, slow breath through his nose and then Draco looked at her. The pain in his eyes - the open, unshielded, raw pain - stole her breath. Unthinkingly, she almost reached for his shoulder, but she caught herself in time and instead offered him a smile. ‘I forgave you’ she tried to convey with just her eyes.

Malfoy’s face hardened again and he looked away.

As the bell tolled for the end of class, he stood up and left without a word, shoving past Nott and leaving the room in a swirl of black robes.

Hermione pulled a face and found that Nott was offering her a matching grimace. The rest of the class streamed out, but the two of them remained in the lecture room.

“We knew it wouldn’t be easy,” Hermione said, eyes on the doorway where Malfoy had vanished. “After everything… There are bound to be things that come up in class now — potions, spells…” she paused and said pointedly, “Even curses… which, you know, we’ve all used to get by in one way or another. Tell him…” Tell him what? “Never mind. Just — “ she let out another little frustrated huff and shook her head, curls bouncing wildly. Her last hair-tie had spontaneously snapped in the library and she now felt like a real Gryffindor lioness, wandering around with a wild, curly mane haloing her head. There were smoothing charms, but she didn’t fancy messing about with magic in the girls’ bathrooms. She’d done that before, with mixed success. “I’ll see you for patrols tonight,” she said, defeated.

Nott nodded and stepped aside to let her pass out of the row first.

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Part Four

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pendragonfics · 7 years

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Right On Time

Paring: Kraglin Obfonteri/Reader

Tags: female reader, soulmate au, soulmate marks, modern au, angst, fluff.

Summary: In a world where human beings have soulmates, not all people meet theirs, or even fall in love for one another. Reade's a perfect example of the fruits of that labour. But one day, Reader wakes to see marks, and drawings appear on her arms, and across town and working two jobs, Kraglin Obfonteri has the same predicament.

Requested by: nonny ♥️

Word Count: 2,399

Posting Date: 2017-06-16

Current Date: 2017-06-16

The January you got the job at the university as the professor’s assistant, was the same May that your skin started telling stories. It sounds strange when put that way, but that was life. Some people had computers embedded into their arms, or a colour-blindness that kept them from seeing the love of their lives’ eye colour. You were barely twenty-two, and honestly, freaked out. The whole soulmate phenomenon was as unpredictable as it sounded. It was never expected to happen since birth, nor some magical day allocated to you for the universe to shout out hurrah! Gosh, no. You were just as clueless as to the person you would fall for. Except, you knew they liked to draw lazy little spirals on their forearms, and get bruises the colour of peaches upon their chest, and neck. So, you wore layers of clothes to hide it all from the professor, and from the world.

But once you were back in your private room (complimentary housing from the pocket of Dr Irani Rael’s tenure) you bared your skin, watching the child-like pictures come to life while you marked her endless papers, watching as they would fade away in time, or wash away in the shower. It was like a secret magic you had to yourself, something only you knew about. It felt good having a secret, like it was just for your eyes only, and the person who left you such pretty pictures on your forearms. Almost absentmindedly, you started doodling back – colouring in a stencilled picture, or writing to-do notes on the back of your hand only to have a reply of don’t forget to do laundry!! or you drink coffee too? gosh you might be my soulmate! It was oddly comforting knowing someone out there had a sort of intimate-knowledge of you, without it being too intimate.

To be frank, it was strange that it would ever happen to you. Your parents had not been soulmates, and lived happy lives with the people they were destined to be with (just not each other) and their children in other wedlock’s had their fair share of the fantasy of falling in love. Perhaps the soulmate thing wasn’t just for those in the loop. Maybe all living things had soulmates. Did potatoes have soulmates? Did panda bears?

So, you wore long sleeves to your post at the university by day, and by night, traced your fingers over the child-like pictures on your body that came and went.

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Kraglin Obfonteri worked two jobs. At first, it had been a way of keeping himself fed and not dying on the street like the rest of the people in the city, but the second job turned into something…more. He’d always wanted to be just like his uncle, Yondu, but ever since the man had adopted the stray Peter Quill, he’d found it hard to be near the guy. Even with his mob ties, and the prospect of never having to go a day without food. Kraglin always wanted to be a race-car driver, but with no money and idea how to drive an actual race car, he was left with the one thing he could do. Join his uncle’s mob group, and keep working at the soap shop.

It was nice, being around people who’d had dreams just like his, which had turned to dust. Solidified his ideas, kept him grounded. The money wasn’t bad, and he was always left with a feeling that he was a part of something bigger than him. Like he was tall enough to touch the sky without tiptoes.

It was around the same time, maybe in early February when his doodles on his arms (a product of long customer-less days at the soap shop) started growing in number, and not from his doing. He was fond of the idea of tattoos, or maybe the idea of magic and soulmates and that crap, but when he realised that he had no need for tattoos, and that there was someone out in the world who knew about his little drawings, he felt something different, for once.

Not alone? No. He had a whole life of comradeship and adventures around the city with the Ravagers and even though he’d never be in the seat of a formula one car, he had plenty of practice with getaways and the rush that followed. Maybe it was because he’d never really showed anyone this side of him before. He’d run away from home as a child, and Yondu wasn’t one for words, or at least, getting them out right, but…sharing the pictures on his arms was sort of special, a secret. A good secret that made him feel like he wasn’t such a hard to like guy after all.

But it was almost June when one day, he woke up to see his arm had a message for him. Written in red ink – like a teacher’s pen that he’d gotten so many Ds from as a child, he ruminated – were three words. Not the three words that everyone fantasised about in romance novels and those crazy online pictures that spread around like viruses to make people chuckle. No. It made his stomach churn, his head spin…his fingers quake as he licked his fingers to try and rub the words from his skin.

Who are you?

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It went another month, and two before more pictures came to your skin. In this time, you knuckled down, kept at your job. It was break, and sure, there wasn’t much to do via your actual work, but for once, you were left with time for you. The fantastical Me-Time you’d heard so much about. Though teacher’s assistant pay was next to nothing, you worked as hard as you could, and even went and got another job. It was just as a barista, at a cute little café downtown beside Starscape (a soap shop), nothing you’d not done before getting the TA position. You’d end up with coffee stains and marks all up and down your arms.

Maybe the silence on the other end of the line was because of those bold three words you’d written. Gosh, you’d scared the poor person away from your boldness. But after working at the coffee shop for a while, you noticed some marks on your arms had come, and not of your doing. Swirls. Tally marks for things you didn’t know what for. Sometimes you’d see marks that smelt slightly like car oil, or your hands would be tinted the colour of dirt. It made for a hard time trying to convince your boss at the café that you were going to pass health inspection.

“I was wondering what you got up to in your time off,” a familiar voice intoned. Glancing up, you saw the professor, her white hair out of the tight hairstyle she usually wore, her clothes reminding you something between a second-hand shopper and something they’d walk down a Paris runway. “I’ll have a large affogato and a scone, please.”

You grin, taking your other boss’s order. “Sure thing, Dr Rael.”

She waved the words off. “Please, call me Irani. You’ve deserved it, helping me for so much. I don’t know what I’d do without you!” She notices the manager standing by the phone in the corner, and cries out, “Rhomann! It’s been simply ages!”

As she chatters away, you get her coffee and cake, not noticing the pictures growing up your arms with every passing second.

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Peter noticed the pictures on Kraglin’s arms first out of all the Ravagers. Gosh, Kraglin wasn’t a fan of the boy, and probably never would be, but when the guy came up to him, and mentioned the drawings, he wasn’t anything short of polite. Perhaps it was because they were in Starscape, not around the gang who’d all take turns drilling him for being half in love. But that was until Peter rolled up his shirtsleeve, and revealed a name inked onto his bicep. Gamora.

“Don’t tell Yondu,” the hot-shot blurted out, a sort of blush crossing his face, “’Mora hates me, I swear, and Yondu’ll only make it hard on me. Ever since his soulmate…”

Kraglin nods. “Lips are zipped, Quill.”

But Yondu’s protégé’s lips were not zipped, and motioning to his arms, filled with permanent ink and little doodles and drawings, he added, “I go to the coffee shop next door sometimes, uh, Screamin' Beans. When I get days off, from you know, horsing around and shit. But there’s a barista, with (h/c) hair, and this crazy bright smile, and she…” He frowns.

Kraglin huffs. “She what, knows tomorrow’s lottery numbers?”

Peter shakes his head, probably thinking how handy it would be to be a psychic and a gambler, but the words that comes from his mouth aren’t anything to do with people who know the future and/or spend money to make money, “No, K. She has pictures on her arms like you do.” Peter’s phone goes off, the screen lighting up with a girl with purple hair and a murderous smile. “Gotta go. Give Yondu my love, or whatever.”

He nods. “Sure, or whatever.”

It isn’t until he’s closing the soap store that Kraglin is standing alone in the sweet-smelling room that he realises that he’s got a choice. Make a move now, or be left in the dirt. Loads of people don’t end up with their soulmates. His parents were unquestionably soulmates, and all his life, he’d been trying to run away from the idea of having one person in the universe or at least, on Earth, who’d love him until the end of time. Sounded like a capitalist con-job or a Hallmark scam, soulmates. A story to help little kids afraid of dying alone get to sleep at night. But he knew what happened when you wait too long. Yondu was the perfect example of that, and as much as he loved his uncle, he sure as hell didn’t want to end up like him.

He whipped out his phone, and sent a text to Peter. Tell your damn girl you wanna be smooshing booties or whatever, man!

Kraglin locks up the place, and all but rushes back to his place, and washes all the pen from his arms. Using nice body wash, he makes sure it’s all off, all of it, all the marks and drawings and stains that changing car batteries too many times a week does to a person’s skin. He’s one for protecting the Earth’s water supply usually, but he takes a full ten minutes soaking in the tub, rubbing it all off his body, until he ends up smelling like goddamned grapefruit.

“Please, please, don’t be too late,” he pleads aloud, but not sure who to. It’s almost a prayer. Maybe it is. He just doesn’t want to lose someone he hasn’t met yet.

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You wake the next morning with your bare skin as clean as it has ever been, perhaps better than anything you’ve ever seen it. No bruises, no pen-marks, nothing from your soulmate. It almost breaks your heart, that it’s all gone, because those months where nothing was written on your skin (figuratively) made your heart almost fall right through your chest and through the floor. You tug on slippers, and push your hair from your eyes. Pop the kettle on, and grab a marker from the mug on the desk (pink). Waiting for the water to boil, you sit upon the counter, and write.

Who are you?

You place the marker down, pouring yourself a hot cup of tea, sliding toast down to slowly brown, humming a song to yourself. You almost miss the words growing on your skin, and taking a sip of your tea, you almost choke.

Kraglin Obfonteri.

Your heart stutters. A reply. A reply! At once, you scribble back your own name, trying not to show how excited you are to see a response. Before you cap your marker, though, you pause, and where all the i’s are, put hearts over the dots. I’m a barista, at Screamin' Beans.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” you mutter aloud to nobody, heart racing a million miles a minute. “It’s happening, it’s happening, gosh, it’s actually happening!”

I work at Starscape. You makin’ coffee today?

Your poor heart almost stops. The whole soulmate phenomenon was as unpredictable as it sounded, and it sounded pretty unpredictable. Heck, you’d doubted it for most of your life. And here you were. Sitting on the kitchen bench, talking to the person who was destined to be with you.

Meet me there at midday, you scrawl back. At this, you check the clock on the wall, and screech. Your shift would start in half an hour, and apart from living across town, you’d just woken up, and you’d have to bust ass trying to get there in time. Rushing around, you abandon your tea to throw clothes on, and dry shampoo, and shoes. Picking up the marker, you add, three little words to confirm the gravity of the whole situation. Don’t be late.

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It’s midday, and Kraglin is doing his best not to crap himself. Probably not the best way to word it, but it’s true. He’s nervous as hell, and when the clock turns from 11:58 to 11:59, he turns the sign on the door to the store to Closed! Be back in fifteen minutes! and walks over to Screamin' Beans as calm as he can. He feels like a teenager all over again, or at least, what he imagined a teenager to be like when they’re giddy from the prospect of love and soulmates and all that schite.

It’s 12:00 as he walks through the door. Inside, he sees four baristas. One is bald and wears a black turtleneck. That can’t be ______, Peter had said she had (h/c) hair. One has a wedding ring. His soulmate can’t be married, gosh, that would make everything so much complicated, and one has (h/c) –

“Kraglin Obfonteri?” He hears the voice on an angel call out. He turns, seeing a fifth barista, with (h/c) hair, and a kind smile, and pink marker on her arms with the same handwriting he has on his wrists. She tilts her head, a kind smile upon her lips, “Right on time.”

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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Don't Stand So Close To Me Ch. 8 (Biadore)- Splatt

Hi people! This chapter is dedicated to the lovely Mrs. C*nt. I hope all of you enjoy! T/W for mild drug use.

Adore walked up behind Bianca’s makeup chair and wrapped her arms around the older queen’s neck. “Hi baby.” She kissed the top of her currently wigless head and rested her chin there.

Bianca put her brush down and pulled her girlfriend around to sit in her lap. “Hey princess. How’re you feeling?”

“Good. I’m still buzzing from the brownies.” She admitted. “But you know, I know what’s going on now, and I’m sorry about everything in front of the class. I feel really guilty about it.” She hung her head slightly.

“It’s okay. I’ll just never look any of them in the eye ever again.” Bianca joked. “Don’t worry about it. It’s said and done now, and we can’t do anything to change that.”

Adore hummed in response and just ssat enjoying being held for a few minutes before Raven, the owner of the club, came up to them to talk about the plan for that night’s show.

“We’ve got a really packed house tonight. A lot of college kids.” She eyed the older queen nervously, but Bianca waved it off. “Okay, Bea, you’re emcee. Courtney’ll go on first, then Sharon, then you, Adore. After you is Alaska, and then Raja’ll do her thing. After Raja is Jinkx, and then I want you to come out and do that thing we talked about the other day. You’ll probably do well because everyone in the audience is your age.” She explained.

Adore nodded. “You don’t have to be all secretive about it. She knows what’s happening.”

Bianca rolled her eyes. “Were you not supposed to tell me? How am I supposed to announce something if I don’t know what’s happening?”

Raven shrugged and handed Bianca the performance list. “We’ll close with Danny stripping. Is that enough time for you to get changed and get a boy beat on?”

“I’ll have to go quick, but it should be good.” Adore affirmed.

With that, Raven left to tell the next girl the plan.

“So you’re really stripping tonight?” Bianca played with the fringe on her girlfriend’s booty shorts.

Adore nodded. “I think it’ll be fun. You always seem to like it when I take my clothes off. It’s like a burlesque thing.”

Bianca laughed, and Adore’s stomach exploded into pleasant tingling. “Of course I do, baby girl Have you seen yourself naked? You’re beautiful.”

“No, you’re beautiful. Look at all of this.” She motioned to Bianca’s face in the mirror. “God, you’re so fucking hot.”

Bianca chuckled. “Alright, go finish getting ready. I have to put my wig on and get out there.”

Adore kissed her lover’s knuckles so she didn’t get lipstick on her face and went back to her station.

When Bianca got out onstage and looked out at the audience, she almost hesitated. Raven wasn’t kidding when she said it was a full house of college students, and the majority of them were Roy’s students from Danny’s class. She shrugged it off and put on a big shit-eating grin. “How’re you fuckers doing tonight! We’ve got a great show for all of you, and since no one here is old enough to drink, your money should go towards tips for all of the fabulous girls you’ll see tonight.”

The crowd roared, and Bianca introduced the first two acts without a hitch.

“Now, this next bitch is an idiot, but she’s my idiot, so I let her stick around.” She joked.

Adore jumped out on stage, and the crowd got even louder. “She says that, but really she keeps me around because I suck mad cock.” She looked out at the audience and made a face. She turned back to Bianca and cocked a brow. “Lot of familiar faces tonight. Do you think they realize they’re watching a bunch of cross dressing men? I mean, I don’t know about some of those other girls backstage, but I’ve seen both of us naked, and neither of us have the parts that these guys want.”

Bianca laughed. “Jokes are my thing, Delano. You stick to singing and sucking.”

With that, the older queen left the stage and watched from the wings as her soulmate basically felt herself up while prancing around the stage. She loved how much energy Adore always pulled from the crowd, and how she seemed to be more at ease than ever in each performance. Once Adore’s two songs were done, Bianca walked back out on stage and wrapped one arm around her lover.

“Adore motherfucking Delano, everyone!” She beamed.

“I’m Adore Delano, and I’m a messy slut!” Adore smiled and tried to catch her breath. “How do you think Raven feels about a whole fucking bunch of your students being here?”

Bianca laughed again. “Bitch, Raven gets all their entrance fees and whatever they spend on drinks. She couldn’t care less who it is. Get off stage so I can get Alaska out here. Beat it, queen.”

Adore giggled and kissed her lover’s cheek, leaving a big purple lipstick mark. She blew a kiss and winked at the crowd before running off. She pulled her wig off and set it on the mannequin head and rushed to get all her makeup off. A minute later, Bianca came up behind her and rested her hands on the younger queen’s hips.

“You did great tonight.” She whispered, her hands trailing under Adore’s shirt as Danny started to reappear. “I bet all those guys out there wanted to fuck you.”

Danny snickered. “A month ago they would have tried to snatch my wig and throw shit at me.” He leaned back into Bianca’s chest and rested his head on her shoulder. “That feels good.”

Bianca raked her short nails up Danny’s abs and soothed it with her fingertips. “I don’t know how I’m gonna keep myself from running out there onstage during your next number and having my way with you right there.”

Danny whimpered and felt his tuck tighten. “What would you do to me?”

Bianca’s gravely voice whispered right behind his ear, “I’d wait until most of your clothes are off, then I’d help you get the rest with my teeth.”

Danny bit back a moan.

“Then I’d already be down there on my knees, so I’d turn you around and eat this perfect ass of yours. Then, I’d lick your cock and suck it until you cum down my throat.” Bianca ran her hand lightly over Danny’s loosening tuck and kissed his shoulder. “Get ready, baby boy, I have to go get Raja on. You don’t have much time.”

Danny curse and hurried to get untucked and dressed and ready. He rustled his hair to be perfectly messy and strolled out onstage when Bianca called his name. He sent a sultry smirk towards the audience and pressed himself backwards flush against Bianca.

“Look, baby, you’re taller than me for once.” He teased.

Bianca rolled her eyes. “Go take your clothes off. You know that’s why they’re all here.” She slapped his ass hard and walked off stage.

Danny faked surprise and whined exaggeratedly into the mic. “Oh, baby, have I been a bad boy?”

He watched Bianca hand off her microphone and lean against the wall out of view of the audience to watch. Danny turned back to the audience.

“How’re you all doing tonight? Have you enjoyed the show so far?” He asked. When the cheering died down some, he continued. “Good. I hope you guys like this, too. I’m not singing this time. It’s my first time. Go easy on me.” He put on his best innocent doe eyes and adjusted his vest.

The music started and Danny clicked the mic into its stand and started swinging his hips.

Step inside. Walk this way. You and me babe.

Hey, hey!

He popped the top button on his vest and rolled his body. He made a point to keep adjusting himself in his pants as he slowly opened each button on the vest. He turned around and pulled it open with his back to the audience, holding it out like wings for a second before letting the cloth flutter to the ground. He turned around to face the audience again and flexed his abs.

The shouting from the girls in his class and the usual clubgoers got louder.

As the song got into the chorus, he moved closer to the edge of the stage and let the people there feel up his lower half. He unzipped his pants with one hand and tweaked a nipple with the other. He teasingly pushed his thumbs into the waistband and pushed down slightly while rolling his hips forwards. He backed up and pulled the pants, letting them tear away until he was dancing in just a black and white thong and a tie.

He finished the number by throwing the tie to the audience.

Bianca came back out on stage to close the show quickly and pulled Danny backstage. “You looked so sexy, kitten.”

“I did?” Danny feigned innocence and pulled them into an empty dressing room. He stroked himself over his g-string and leaned against the vanity.

Bianca watched for a few seconds before reminding him that they had to de-drag and get home. Danny pouted but walked out of the dressing room and put his clothes on nonetheless. A little while later, Raja walked up behind the pair and cleared her throat.

“They all want you two to go out there. They keep asking when you’ll be out.” She cocked a brow.

Danny laughed. “We’re better than cable.” he hopped out of his seat. “I’m done. I’ll go entertain the masses. Come find me when you finish, okay?” He told Bianca and bounced out to the main part of the club. He strolled up to the bar and smiled at the bartender and ordered.

People started crowding around him at the bar, and he leaned back casually and cocked a brow at all his classmates.

“You do realize you’re in a gay bar, right?” He asked, downing two shots. “Like, all those gorgeous women dancing on stage were men. They all have penises.”

“You can dance.” Jason looked him up and down.

Danny nodded. “I can. I do almost every night. Welcome to my life. I dance around on stage like a whore and make out with random guys!”

“Where’s Professor Haylock?” one of the girls asked.

Danny craned his neck to look towards the backstage door. “He’s de-dragging. It takes a while. He’ll be out here soon. What brings all of you here?”

They all looked at each other for a few seconds before one of them finally responded. “You were talking about your act today in class, and we all agreed we should come see what all the fuss is about.”

Danny laughed loudly, making a few of the other queens in the room turn to look at him. “The only thing that’s different that I said today is that I was going to strip! I think… It’s all a little fuzzy. Anyways, you all came here to see me take my fucking clothes off. That’s fucking hilarious.”

Courtney walked over and squeezed her way through the wall of college kids. “Daniella Antonio!” She greeted. “That was some show you put on tonight. I saw you and Bianca go into the free dressing room. Did she jump you the second the door closed?”

“No, babe, we don’t need straight guy trade, so we don’t fuck in drag. Too much shit glued and taped and painted. Believe me, I tried, though.” Danny wrapped one arm around Courtney’s waist and looked around the room. “So who’s your trade tonight, bitch? Tall, dark, and masc over there? I bet he’s a top.” He nodded to a guy standing near Raja.

Courtney looked around at the group surrounding them. “What, you take your clothes off once and have your own fan club now?”

Danny shrugged. “I got that bomb dick, Corum. What can I say?”

“Am I allowed to flirt with guys when students are here?” She asked. “I’m technically their TA. I teach some of them in lab.”

“I don’t know, bitch! Do I look like Roy to you? I’m not your boss. I say go get that man and take him to that empty dressing room and get fucked like the proper young lady you are.” Danny patted his friend on the back.

“He’s right this time.” Roy said from behind the wall of kids. “Get out of my way. Move.” He pushed through and pulled Danny off the barstool so he could sit down and pulled his lover onto his lap. “You’re not on school property, you’re not on the clock, and you’re a lot more pleasant when you get laid.”

Danny’s face lit up. “Hi baby.” He greeted with a slow kiss. “You’ve got admirers.”

The students greeted him and stood awkwardly around the trio.

“No, kitten, they’re all here for you because of your little stunt earlier.” He ran his fingertips up Danny’s spine under his shirt.

“You know there’s nothing little about me.” He grinned and shivered slightly. “And I don’t do anything little either.”

Roy hummed, ignoring the looks they got from the students. “Trust me, baby, I know.”

Danny leaned his forehead down on Roy’s and played with the short hairs on the back of his neck. “You covered everything from earlier.” He pouted, tracing one finger from the other hand along Roy’s clavicle and showing him the makeup residue that came up. He motioned to get the bartenders attention and got a wet napkin.

“Don’t scare the children, Daniel.” Roy rolled his eyes, but let Danny wipe off the concealer to reveal the bites that covered his neck. “You did too. Have you been drinking?”

The boy nodded bashfully.

“Would you rather keep drinking and dance a little or head home and…” Roy trailed off, his hand dancing its way to Danny’s upper thigh and under his shirt.

Courtney wiggled her eyebrows. “Different kind of dancing, ey?”

Danny shot her the finger. “Go patrol for dick, Court.”

Roy laughed. “You two are fucking idiots.”

“Aww, baby, don’t call yourself an idiot!” Danny joked. “Suck it, bitch! I can be smart.”

Roy rolled his eyes and asked seriously “You know what you can suck?”

Danny cocked his head.

“My whole dick.” Roy finished, pinching Danny’s ass.

“Oh my god, please?” Danny moaned lewdly and threw his head back over Roy’s shoulder. “You know how much I love it.” He hopped off Roy’s lap and got down on his knees, running his hands up Roy’s inseam and over the head of Roy’s dick. He kissed over the pants and felt the bond crackle with lust between them.

Roy pulled the boy’s hair carefully until he came back up to sit in his lap. “You’re such a whore.” He moved his thumb back and forth over Danny’s bulge so no one would notice.

The students standing around them watched enthralled.

“Oh, and I’m the slut.” Courtney crossed her arms. “Your boyfriend is trying to be discreet about rubbing your dick through your pants, but I’m the slut here.”

“I don’t fuck a different guy every night.” Danny challenged. “I fuck and-slash-or get fucked by this sexy bitch right here.” He patted Roy’s shoulder. “And he can rub my dick as much as he wants.”

Roy chuckled and slid his hand into the front of Danny’s shirt and traced patterns over his belly. “Neither does she. She gets fucked by a different guy every night. There’s a difference.”

Courtney grumbled to herself and stalked off towards the guy Danny had pointed out earlier.

Danny rested his head on Roy’s shoulder and sighed happily. Roy kissed his head and stroked his hair softly.

“Do you want to go home? How’re you feeling?” Roy asked concerned.

Danny shrugged. “Horny. I’m finally coming down, but at the same time, the shots I just did are hitting me, and what you were just doing made my pants a lot more tight and uncomfortable.”

“Aren’t you underage?” One of the girls asked.

Danny glared at her. “I work for tips. The least they could do is give me free booze. I didn’t see you throwing money to anyone in the show, did I? I had a full on breakdown in front of everyone earlier, and I still showed up to work and fucking slayed. I think I deserve a drink.”

The girl backed down.

“Jesus, Dan, what do you have against her?” Roy held him a little tighter when he tensed up. He motioned to the bartender to bring them shots.

“Her boyfriend is the jackass with the pencil.” Danny muttered.

Roy hummed in understanding and handed him one of the shots. “Well calm the fuck down. If she’s here to see you perform, she obviously doesn’t feel the same way as her boyfriend.”

“You should get back on stage!” Jason encouraged. The other people chorused their agreement.

“That’s not really how it works. I get paid for a certain amount of time, and that’s the amount of time I have to perform.” He explained, wincing a little at the burn. “Hey, do you have poppers?”

He handed the boy a small bottle from his pocket.

Danny unscrewed it and inhaled deeply. He smiled and offered it to Roy.

“I’m okay for now.” he waved it off.

Danny slipped the bottle back into Roy’s pocket and took his time taking his hand out. Danny swayed minutely for a few seconds.

“Hey, Adore!” Raja yelled from the other side of the club. She motioned for him to come over to where she and Raven were standing with a man.

Danny furrowed his brows. “What did I do?”

Raven started to make her way over, pushing through the crowd. “Hey, Dorey, that guy over there wants to talk business with you. Are you coming or should we tell him you’re not interested?”

Danny craned his neck to see the man standing with Raja. “What kind of business? I’m not Willam.” he asked.

Raven handed him a card and the boy gasped loudly and slapped a hand over his mouth. “No!” he exclaimed incredulously. “Seriously? Are you sure he doesn’t mean Courtney?”

“Are you coming or not?” Raven rested her hands impatiently on her hips.

Danny hopped off Roy’s lap and held the card out for him to see.

Roy smiled and kissed the boy’s forehead. “Go on, bitch.”

Danny nodded and followed Raven to where the other two were standing and then backstage.

Courtney walked back over, eyeing the group heading behind the curtain. “What was that? Is Raven whoring out your man?”

Roy shook his head. “He’s the head of World of Wonder Productions. Adore’s group of loyal fans here may have just seen her get her big break.”

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