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Messy Situation

Part Three: Control

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"You can't mad at me forever, Princess" — Izuku

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THIS PART IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART

Content Warning:

- Oral sex female, sex toys mentioned, aggressive / rough sex, and inappropriate use of quirks

Trigger Warnings:

- Miscommunication, body/self-esteem issues, arguing,Suicid3 attempt, stomach pump, character snap, noncon / dub con?

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Words: 3100+ words

Artwork by oS3NPAIo | DO NOT REPOST

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After graduating from UA, Izuku was well on his way to becoming a great hero. He had a powerful quirk that he was getting a better handle with and a beautiful girlfriend on his arm.

He was on cloud nine.

Although he had to hurt someone along the way. It wasn’t without sacrifice.

He didn’t know why he lied to Kacchan about his feelings for Amelia. Izuku tried to bury his feelings but when Kacchan revealed that he had sex with her something snapped. He didn’t know why it made him so angry and bitter.

It was like a flip had switched in Izuku’s brain.

They weren’t children anymore.

Izuku didn’t have to be following Kacchan anymore. If he did that /he/ would be left behind. So, he decided to ask her out that day.

He did it before Kacchan could.

Izuku knew It was a dirty move.

He didn’t give a shit anymore.

He wanted Amelia too.

Kacchan only hesitated and that was their own damn fault.

Not Izuku’s.

He watched the friendship die between Kacchan and Amelia. It made him feel good and he didn’t know why. Kacchan slowly took himself out of the picture and Izuku couldn’t be happier.

Amelia was his from there on and it was like dream. A beautiful woman on his arm with an inspiring hero career in the making.

Izuku’s body changed with the help of a strict workout and food routine. His quirk also was a huge factor in his physical features. He was no longer that small teenager from UA with all this improved body. He loved training his body to the max and loved to show it off.

Especially to Amelia.

He knew she loved it too by the way she touched him. For a while, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Izuku would sneak off with her into his office. She was very bashful when it to intimacy. She was so quiet when he would eat her out on his desk, but that flustered face told him everything. The glimpses of innocence in her eyes always made him feel a certain way.

That was until that bit of happiness they had was shattered. Izuku had walked into the office only to see Amelia in her office. She wasn’t moving and she had an open pill bottle at her desk that was spilled out. His entire world crashed down in front of him and he barely made it in time for the hospital to pump her stomach.

Her recovery after that was long and he kept the media out of it. The commission had agreed to leave what happened off her profile, but her retirement had to be immediate. Izuku did everything in his power to keep what happened out of the public eye.

Amelia never told him about it. They said it was caused by depression and stress.

“I don’t understand. Weren’t we happy?!” Izuku looked at her in the hospital bed.

She didn’t look at him. “It’s not your fault. I was being stupid.”

“I don’t get it! I love you with all my heart.” He wrapped his arms around her. “Don’t ever do something so careless again!”

Her hands gripped onto the back of his shirt.

I was supposed to be protecting you.

As time when on, Izuku’s attitude toward Amelia’s behavior went from understanding to being confused again. She went from being happy to that without him even noticing and he felt like a prick.

What was I doing wrong?

What could I have done to prevent this?

What if I didn’t make it to her in time?

There was one day when he got severely humbled. It was soon after Amelia’s fiasco. He helped her land a job at a modeling agency. Since Amelia was a thicker set woman, he thought he could get her work out with him. It was a great excuse to spend time with her and still be doing his usual routine. It was an innocent thought in his head.

Oh, boy did that bite him in the ass.

He looked over at her as she laid down on her stomach next to him. They had just had a moment alone during one of his lunch breaks and he came back to have a quickie with her. Izuku wanted to be with her even after their heated moment.

“Why don’t you start working out with me? I can set you up on my routine.” Izuku said as he trailed his finger up her back.

Amelia turned her head at him. “What?”

“Y’know since you’re going to be modeling now. You need to keep your body fit for photos.” Izuku smiled as his hand rested on her lower back.

She frowned. “I thought I looked fine. It’s not like I don’t work out, Izuku. You know my daily routine and I eat healthily.”

“Oh, I know you do but with my help, you can lose that stubborn baby fat.”

Izuku made the mistake of playfully pinching the plump meat of her hip.

“Trust me it’ll make you feel better shredding it off. The pictures will look amazing.” Izuku smiled at her.

“You think I’m fat?”

“Eh?” Izuku froze.

That’s when he realized what he said and how it came across. He had forgotten about her self-esteem issues. He was so wrapped up in his head that he had forgotten about it.

“That’s not what I was trying to say, princess.”

She sat up and quickly started to pick up her clothes off the floor. “Just because you become all beefed up doesn’t mean you get to do that to me—”

Izuku held up his hands as he got off the bed. “No, I would never—”

“Here I thought I was the problem! Thanks for confirming that with me.” Her voice cracked as she stepped out of the room.

“My love, please I didn’t mean it like that.”

“What did you mean?! You just pinched my hips and called it baby fat.” Her lip quivered. “You are so cruel.”

He quickly reached for her hands. “Amelia, my love, I wasn’t trying to insult you. I just thought we could work out together. To take more seriously for your modeling.”

“Take it more seriously?!” she ripped hands from his.

“I just—”

“I’m not fat! I just have a curvy body! I can’t help is my hips are wide.” Amelia started to cry. “I’m not going to be the definition of a ‘skinny’ model. I have tits and an ass.”

“Calm down, please.” Izuku reached to cup her face. “I was only offering because you’ve been complaining that we don’t spend enough time together.”

“D-don’t fucking touch me.” She moved back. “When I complained about that I meant dates or spending the day together Not something you want to do.”

Izuku frowned. “I just don’t have a lot of time lately and I’m sorry. Thought you’d like that.”

“Well, you thought wrong.”

Izuku stepped forward again to kiss her. Amelia pushed her hands against his broad chest, and he frowned at her. That night ended with Izuku being kicked out of the apartment. He was being insensitive, but he didn’t know it until it was too late.

From then on, he started to work a lot more.

He was being called in left and right. It didn’t help the fight beforehand. He didn’t have much time to make up for it. He bought her gifts every chance he got and would leave them in her apartment with her spare key. Every time he would come in, she would already be asleep so he would kiss her good night before leaving again.

The night that Amelia surprised him at the door in lingerie, his heart raced hard against his chest. She looked so pretty in front of him, and he was too tired to even stand on his own two feet. It was a chance to finally work things out and that made him excited, but his body had other plans. It happened so fast when his body shut down on him. One moment he was watching her ride on top of him and the next he was out.

He woke up in her bed by himself the next morning. His pants were down to his ankles and his softened dick was exposed. He remembered running out of the room to see her in the kitchen. Her beautiful green eyes were red and rubbed raw. Amelia has hurt the next day and nothing he could have done would fix what had happened. Izuku felt like a complete asshole because of it. He never intended to do that to Amelia.

The strain became worse for them.

Izuku felt it.

When he tried to touch her again a few times after that, she wouldn’t let him. Izuku backed off for a while so she could have some space. However, the longer he did the more touch starved and sexually frustrated Izuku became. He decided to come up with some sort of peace offering.

One night after a patrol, He snuck off to a sex shop to buy an assortment of sex toys. He made sure to wear a jacket, hat, and a facemask to hide his identity. When he finally got there and saw all the things in the store It was overwhelming. He rubbed his arm with a hum as he clenched onto the basket in his other hand. Izuku didn’t know what Amelia would like and he was way too flustered to ask a worker. He walked around the store adjusting his face mask and the cap on his head.

“Oh geez..” he mumbled.

I just have to grab and get out.

In his dash around the store, Izuku grabbed on dildo, a rabbit vibrator, a suction vibrator for her clitoris. He grabbed the proper cleaning solutions for the toys and lube. One more look around before he got to the counter and grabbed a few different condoms to try.

He put everything down on the counter and his face grew hot.

“This all for you?” the woman raised her eyebrow.

“F-for my fiancée, ma’am.”

Izuku looked up to see sets of lingerie behind the counter. They were all hero themed:

Deku.

Dynamite.

All Might.

Endeavor.

“C-can I have then Deku set of lingerie? Is the bust size one size or in cup sizes?” Izuku pointed.

“Cup sizes.” The woman said as she looked at the rack.

“I need a cup size in 34DD please.” He mumbled out.

“I will have to look in the back. It will take just a moment.” The woman said as she stepped out of the back of the register.

Izuku watched the woman walk into the back and he shoved his hands into the pocket of his jacket. After waiting for the last thing, Izuku paid for everything and sped walked to his car.

After that eventful afternoon, Izuku made his way back to Amelia’s apartment. He had used the spare key to get in. He slipped his shoes off at the entrance before he went inside the kitchen like he usually did. It was quiet inside, so he assumed that Amelia was already in bed while he placed the bags on her table.

Izuku let out a soft sigh as he slipped off his face mask and hat.

“What are you doing here?”

He nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Holy—” Izuku clenched his chest.

“What is that?”

“I…I bought you something special,” he said as he turned around. “To apologize—”

Izuku froze.

Amelia was in a lacy bra and panties with an open silk robe.

“Izuku?”

He cleared his throat before tearing his gaze from her body.

“So, I know I have been busy with work, and we haven’t been able to have alone time.” He turned to pull the items out of the bag.

“Are those sex toys?” she asked as he turned his head.

“Y-yeah.” he nodded.

“I didn’t know what you would like. So, I got you three different kinds.” he rubbed the nape of his neck.

“Izuku.”

He pointed at the items. “I got a regular one, a vibrating rabbit vibrator that has multiple functions, and another vibrator for your um… clitoris.”

Amelia sighs. “Izuku.”

“Maybe we can test them out? I don’t know much about these, but it’d be fun to learn together.” Izuku looked back flustered.

Amelia shook her head. “Maybe some other time. I’m very tired.”

He swallowed his pride.

“That’s okay.” Izuku smiled at her.

She was still so angry with him.

He slipped his hand into the back to pull out the lingerie and showed it to her.

“I got this for you.” he smiled. “I think it would look cute on you. Maybe you can model it for me? Just us?”

Amelia closed her ride and crossed her arms. “I don’t know.”

“I know I fucked up, okay? You can’t be mad at me forever, Princess.” Izuku put the lingerie down on the table. “I’m trying. I really am.”

“You can just buy my love, Izuku.”

Izuku’s mouth twitched.

No nickname this time?

That’s when something inside snapped Izuku. He felt his quirk fluctuating and crackling against his body and the air. Amelia’s eyes widen as he glared at her. He felt a black whip slivering out of his hands and she stepped back.

His jaw clenched before he uttered one word. “Run.”

Izuku watched the fear flash through her eyes before she ran out of the kitchen. He followed behind her while unzipping his jacket and throwing it to the side. He yanked off his belt before turning into the room. Black whip extended and scattered around the room until it ripped open the bathroom room. Amelia let out a yelp before the black whip grabbed her.

It pulled to the bed and Izuku kept the frown on his face.

“I have been nothing but nice. I’ve tried to apologize,” he growled underneath his breath. “I even embarrassed myself going to a sex shop for you. I wanted to surprise you.”

The whips curled around her limbs and made her sit up on the bed. “Izuku!”

“It’s been WEEKS since I’ve had your touch.” he grabbed onto her face.

His other hand undid the zipper of his jeans and pulled out his erection.

“Stop it!” she trashed against the black whip.

“No, you are being such a fucking BRAT!” Izuku snapped.

He used the black whip to push her further on the bed. He slipped between her legs and grabbed onto her panties to rip them open at the bottom. Amelia let out a gasp as he rubbed the head of his cock against her.

“Safeword is green.”

His mouth clashes with hers as he bottoms out inside of her pussy. She gasped against his lip as he repeated the same rough momentum. Pulling out and slamming back inside of her with a groan. Izuku pulled away from her lips and grabbed onto her hips. She looked back at him with wide eyes as his hips snapped into her more. His cock dragged against those tight walls of hers. Black whip continued to restrain Amelia as he fucked her aggressively.

Izuku let out a growl underneath his breath. “Fuck, you are so tight.”

“Why can’t you be a good girl for me? I give you everything you want, don’t I?” he huffed.

Amelia turned her head with a gasp as her pussy clenched against his girth. He grabbed onto her face to pull it back.

“No looking away. Not this time.” he hissed at her as he slammed his hips harder.

Amelia arched her back. "Ahh!"

“You want to be a brat? I’ll treat your life one.” He had enough of her shit.

“W-wait—“ she gasped.

Izuku rolled his eyes in pleasure as her pussy clamped around him. It was making him feral.

“You’re being too rough..” Amelia pulled the black whip on her wrists. “Please.”

“You shouldn’t have been such a brat..” he bit had a bottom lip.

She clamped down again and he almost came inside her. His hand moves off her face and grabs onto the headboard. Izuku gripped it hard as he pounded his throbbing cock deeper and deeper.

“Just like just. You are taking my cock so good.” he moaned out. “Such a good bratty slut.”

Amelia threw her head back with a loud whimper. The harder he gripped onto the headboard the more or started the crazy from his quirk. He was so drunk off the pleasure he wasn’t paying attention to his strength. He leaned his head back as his pace grew sloppy as he felt himself getting close.

“So good..” he growled.

He gave one last aggressive thrust before the headboard snapped. Black whip pulled away from Amelia as Izuku pulled out. His body quivered as he stroked his cock aggressively until his cum coated her stomach and breasts. He saw stars for a moment as he leaned his head back with a dragged-out groan.

“Holy fuck.” His body trembled in the aftershocks of his climax.

He needed this.

He needed her.

He looked up at Amelia and that afterglow he felt ran cold.

Amelia laid there for a moment before their eyes met. She moved away from him as she trembled as her hands wiped away the cum with her hands. The tears were falling down her face and he looked down between her legs at that aching clitoris of hers. Izuku was far too rough with her this time.

“Amelia?”

He crawled over to her to plant a kiss on her cheek, but she shoved him away. Amelia’s eyes said it all when she moved away from him.

That’s when it hit him.

He was so busy thinking about himself he didn’t even let Amelia finish.

“L-let me eat you out. I’ll get you to cum—”

Amelia quickly lifted her clean hand to slap Izuku across the face.

“Don’t you EVER touch me like that again!” Amelia yelled. “Asshole!”

“Baby!” Izuku grabbed onto her hands.

“D-don’t fucking touch me.” Amelia stormed out to the bathroom, and he heard the sink turn on.

Izuku looked at the broken headboard with a sigh. He cursed to himself knowing he fucked up again and this time he didn’t know what to do. He gathered up his clothes along the way to the front door and slipped them back on. Amelia was in the bathroom hysterically sobbing.

“Amelia..” he spoke softly. “I…I’m sorry.”

“Just fucking leave.” she sobbed softly.

He frowned. “I’ll see you at the Gala, right?”

Amelia came out of the bathroom and glared at him. “Go fuck yourself!”

She grabbed onto his arm and led him to the front door to shove him out. Amelia slammed the door in his face and left him standing there. Izuku stood there for a good while before pressing his forehead against the door.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

We’re supposed to be happy.

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pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader genre: smut. word count: 3.6k+ warnings: 18+. shibari. bondage. submissive bakugou. dominant reader. begging. praising. bakugou being a little bit of a brat?

anonymous requested: okay but what abt.. submissive bakugo👉👈 him being all bratty and shuts up when you deny him—

author’s note: ohhh boyyyy... submissive bakugou really got me writing more than 3k’s worth of filth haha, but i hope you enjoy! shoutout to my gals, rosie ( @shoutogepi ) & val ( @shoutodoki ) for indulging with me during our talks about sub bnha boys

“Hmm, I don’t see why you’re so against this,” your voice sounds out, and Bakugou immediately perceives the saccharine dripping upon every word, a lilt of a smile dancing on your colored lips, painted in a vivid rosy red pigment that only enhances your seduction. Despite how sweet you sound, he knows that underneath that layer of sugar lies a venom waiting to intoxicate him—ensnare his reasoning and leave him utterly vulnerable to your mischief. As in this moment, you embody every characteristic akin to a vixen, enveloped in the lacy fabric of your black lingerie.

Bakugou sits before you bound to a chair with an intricate network of cordage twined across his naked skin. The patterns and shapes knotted together contrast stunningly against his expanse of hard muscle—reminiscent of paint on canvas. And you tonight are the artist.

“You look so pretty, like a beautiful piece of art…” you say languidly. Each syllable uttered is drawn out in alluring breaths that somehow makes him feel hazy. He grits his teeth at how much that extra flair in your voice affects him, eyebrows narrowing tightly as he fidgets in his seat. His arms and wrists ache from just a simple wriggle, your meticulous work granting him no chance to get free.

“Ah-ah, you’re not gonna get out of this one,” you tease. Right as he opens his mouth for a snappy retort, the words are swooped from under him when your hands begin to trace his naked skin—starting from his thigh, up to his abs, and then landing to his chest, where you make a point to taunt him by dancing your fingertips there before bending down to meet his eyes. Your ruby red lips curve impishly at what you reduced him to. “You can try as much as you like, but I’ve tied the ropes this way so you can’t get free~ Don’t want you to spoil the fun after all,” you sing. Fully aware of your boyfriend’s strength built upon many years of arduous hero training alongside that powerful quirk of his, you made sure Pro Hero Ground Zero would not turn the tables on you in his haste for pleasure tonight.

Thus, his usual brash exterior dwindles in the face of your ministrations when you play with the rope a bit more. When he notices your eyes descend to his angry red cock that stands firm amid the knotwork surrounding it, his impatience builds. Bakugou wets his lips, finally ushering some words out from his dry throat.

“Fuck… Stop stalling already…” he tells you, voice borderline on a plea, but his remaining pride pushes the inflection back in hopes it resembles even a lick of his regular gruff tone. Your hums in reply don’t entail much, other than the fact you’re still prolonging his needs.

“Stalling? Who said I was stalling?” You feign ignorance before deciding to take a seat on him, straddling his thighs. “I just want to admire my work of art a bit more… I did a pretty good job—” your hand suddenly comes to his cock, fingers coaxing its hardness that makes his breath hitch, “don’t you think?”

For once, Bakugou’s scrounging for words at the sudden contact. He’s not used to being so speechless when it comes to passion in the bedroom with you. If anything—moaning and yelling aside—he regards himself the more vocal one between the two of you, his dirty talk and crude language a routine he always enacted to get you hot, bothered, and oh so ready for him. However, the shibari ropes braided across his body press a button that spurs him to be so… submissive.

God, him and “submissive” do not belong in the same sentence.

He thinks this, and yet the aesthetic arrangement on his skin emphasizes his sensuality and vulnerability, and it somehow makes arousal wholly envelop his cock.

“Well?” You bring him back to the situation at hand by thumbing over the slit of his length, slick with his pre-cum. The touch causes a groan to slip past his lips. “I asked you a question, Katsuki.” You stroke his length up and down for every word, stopping right at the end and leaving his cock weeping for more of your touch, strained by the rope.

“Ah, f-fuck—” He internally curses himself for the stutter. Glancing at you, he heeds the smirk that still hangs proudly on your red lips.

Boy, does he itch to wipe it off your face with bruising kisses and have wanton moans singing from them when he pounds you into the bed. To his dismay, however, that itch remains unreachable thanks to your painstakingly elaborate composition. As much as he doesn’t want to admit it, this shibari shit you performed on him was executed with great attention to detail for him to be left so aroused and unable to break free in this damn chair. But would he ever say this to you out loud? Hell no. So he settles for defiance instead.

Bakugou looks you straight in the eye with a smug expression plastered on his face. “Hah, is this supposed to impress me? Seems like a bunch of amateur work to me, babe,” he scoffs boldly, earning a raised brow from you at his attitude despite the position he’s in. Perhaps he needs a reminder that no matter how much he squirms, he isn’t getting a sliver of authority tonight.

“Is that so?” You jab, finger looping around the cordage tied across his collarbones to pull him forward in his chair. His face is so close to yours; he can feel your breath on his lips and smell the enticing fragrance of your perfume. It’s an off-beat mix of rose and jasmine that gets his blood pumping from just a whiff. “I don’t think you truly understand the position you’re in right now, Suki,” you muse sensually, lips tugging back into a smirk that has him second-guessing his actions, “I just need to remind you then.”

At that, your hand immediately falls to his cock, stout and weepy with pre-cum, capturing Bakugou’s attention. He groans wantonly while you stroke it. Dropping to your knees, you watch as your ministrations evoke bliss into his cock from below. You can tell without even glancing at him that he’s biting his tongue to suppress his obscene noises. However, the increasing volume in his voice betrays him.

“Agh, fucking goddd—” he drawls beneath his breath when you decide to pick up the pace with your hand, applying the right amount of pressure that had his walls slowly cracking in front of you. The strain on his body from the ropes heightens his lust. Bakugou tugs on the restraints in the fit of pleasure building inside him.

“Hm well look at that. You were so bold before, but now look at you—” Your other hand goes to fondle his balls, the extra sensation making him buck in his seat, “a hard, aching mess at my touch, isn’t that right?”

“Ugh, if you—fuck—think I’m going to give in— Haaahhh...” His words are a jumbled mess. Bakugou leans against his seat, tossing his head back while involuntarily rocking his hips into your hand.

“What was that? Couldn’t hear you over your moaning and groaning,” you mock, watching his brows knit together at the lust consuming his being. His panting comes out ragged while he gasps for air, thighs flexing at the fire coursing through his body that teeters on a tightrope. However, before he can reach his high, the sensations are ripped away when you quickly remove your digits from him, recognizing his imminent release.

Bakugou shoots his eyes open. A sharp shift in his seat has the chair’s legs scraping against the floor. “What the hell?!” he growls, practically snarling the words out. There’s a wave of anger heard in his tone that you don’t take a liking to. You wag your finger.

“That’s no way to talk, Katsuki.”

“I don’t give a fuck! I was so damn close to cumming! Why the hell did you stop?!” Bakugou yells vehemently with a pierce in his red eyes. You run your hands on his thighs as you lean up to return the look.

“Y’know if you’re going to act like this—act like a brat—I might as well just leave you here and not let you cum at all tonight, hm?” you threaten, and the notion brings his temper to an immediate silence. The idea of you keeping him bound to this chair while his cock cries for release is enough to diminish his poise. He sinks in his seat submissively when you inch closer, eyeing the bright red of your painted lips that curls salaciously with each word you utter to him.

“But if you behave, sit here obediently, and continue looking all pretty for me, I might let you cum. How’s that sound?” you offer.

He bites his lip. It’s like he’s making a deal with a succubus right now, that damn voice of yours coaxing him.

“F-Fine…” he manages to answer. You smile at his compliance before placing a kiss on his cheek. You’re granted a glimpse of the faint, red imprint left on his skin thanks to your lipstick when you detach from him. Almost as if you’ve marked him as yours.

“Good boy.” The praise sends a shiver down his spine as you whisper it into his ear. He watches you descend onto your knees again, gazing at his cock like you’re about to pounce. And god, does he wish you would just do it already, but instead, you choose to prolong him some more and glance at him.

“Now… what do you want me to do to you?”

Really? Did you have to ask this? Bakugou furrows his brows at how you play cloy. “Argh, you already know—”

“I want to hear it from you though,” you interject, leaning forward and running a finger along a prominent vein on the side. His pretty cock twitches at your touch. “Use your words and tell me all the things you want me to do to you, ’Suki.”

Before he can bite his tongue, his mind is already one step ahead of him, blurting out his thoughts shamelessly. “God, I want to be in your mouth. I want you to suck my dick and let me cum in your throat. And then I want you to get up here, ride me to oblivion, and let me paint your pussy so fucking white. Please please please—” He adds in his pleas for good measure, the desire to climax overpowering his pride in the heat of the moment that feeds your ego.

The word “please” has never sounded so dulcet coming out of that usually vulgar mouth of his. Who knew Bakugou Katsuki was capable of begging so well? It’d be an absolute shame not to reward him for his good behavior.

You lick your lips. “There, that wasn’t too hard, was it?” Then you begin acting on his wishes, your tongue making contact with his hard cock, gradually running up the side until you reach the head. Swirling against the tip causes a growl to bellow from his throat, jerking forward when you wrap your lips around the entire head. He watches with lidded eyes as your lipstick begins smearing across his dick, sucking him in like that.

His moans sound frenzied the more his cock inches into your warm cavern. The sounds encourage you to eagerly bob your head up and down his length with your spit collecting in the back of your throat. You adore the way his cock feels in your mouth, so heavy and thick, and especially love the fact that your controlled pace has your man reeling with pleasure, finally letting his unabashed whimpers out. You savor every little sound like it’s your favorite song on repeat, which it might as well be from how slick gathers at your cunt listening to them.

“Shit! Baby, please don’t fucking stop!” he begs, head tossed behind him as you moan your response into his dick, picking up speed. Your hand pumps his shaft a few more times until you bring it down to your panties to move the material aside and rub your clit. The contact sends a tingle through your body that urges you to bottom his cock into your mouth. Feeling your wetness enveloping his cock gratifies every nerve in his body until it ultimately leaves him undone.

”Agh! Sh-Shit—!” he curses, his climax peaking as his white cum spurts inside your throat. You make sure to swallow every last drop, tasting his delicious cream on your tongue as you detach from him with a lewd pop.

Bakugou is still catching his breath by the time you happily wipe your mouth of your excess spit and any lingering drops of his delectable seed, his chest heaving in and out with the red rope flexing at his every movement. A haze clouds his vision from the intensity of his orgasm, but he’s at least able to see you standing before him—lipstick now messy but that mischief in your eyes persisting.

“Sukiiii~ You’re absolutely gorgeous like this—tied up, sweaty, and gasping for air just because of me,” you praise.

“B-Baby…” Bakugou’s tone somehow rings higher than usual. Your eyebrows perk up, the wetness at your core saturating through your panties hearing the shameless little whine.

“Kiss me… please…”

Well, since you asked so nicely…

You straddle his thighs and bring your lips to his own, letting him taste the bittersweetness of his cum from your tongues fervently melding against each other. Soon the makeout session comes to a halt with a quick peck on his lips. He peers into your glimmering expression with an insatiable need, struggling in his bonds as his cock hardens once more at your proximity—skin so warm against him. But your lingerie still obscures him from your real treasures. He wants to rip it off you already.

“Can I get out this damn thing yet?” he asks, quiet yet impatient. You shake your head.

“’Fraid not, Katsuki, I still need to ‘ride you to oblivion,’ remember?” you quote him.

Crap. He does. And surprisingly, there are no objections when you remind him. His silence amid your established authority doesn’t go unnoticed by you as you grin devilishly at how pliant he’s become throughout the night.

As if you’ve read his mind, your hand finds the clasp fastened on your back. “Since you’ve been such a good boy for me—” a simple flick of your wrist undoes the grip holding your bra together, “I’ll reward you for the rest of the night.” On cue, the skimpy garment glides down your shoulders.

Tossing the bra into the void of the bedroom, you can’t help the giggle that bubbles from your lips at Bakugou’s widened eyes aimed at your tits bared before him. He absentmindedly shifts in a vain attempt to lift his hands and grab your mounds, forgetting the rope bound on his arms behind his back prevents him from touching your soft, naked skin.

“Aw, you want to touch my tits?” you chide. Bakugou grunts in response, and you’re amused by the way he turns his head bashfully as if you miss the subtle blush dusting his cheeks. Such a cute little act.

Cupping your hand under his jaw brings his attention back to you. You nudge him so he faces you again, not allowing his eyes to gander anywhere else but on your own.

“I’ll let you do a little bit more than touch…” Your thumb lightly brushes his lower lip, pulling it down ever so slightly, and he realizes what you want him to do.

And boy, is he eager to abide by your desires.

Opening his mouth, he doesn’t hesitate to latch onto your right nipple immediately, tongue poking out around the bud. You hum in content at how passionately he licks and sucks, petting the back of his head and brushing your fingers through his soft blonde hair to encourage him along.

“Ooooh… That’s it Suki… You’re doing so well, sucking on my nipple like that,” you moan as Bakugou moves over to your left breast, giving its twin the same amount of attention. He groans between licks, flattening his tongue and drawing out the sound erotically against your skin. It spurs you to grind your clothed pussy on his erection, earning you his hisses between tugging your nub into his mouth.

In the meantime, your other hand, not caressing his locks, stumbles upon your wetness seeping past your intimates, practically soaking through onto his dick. A few strokes of your fingertips beneath your panties gathers your gossamer-like slick that interlaces your digits together in a web. You tear Bakugou off your bud to hover your glossy fingers in front of him. Right away, he begins diligently licking away at the slippery sheen, moans lewdly vibrating deep in his throat with each swipe of his tongue.

“How do I taste?”

“So fucking good. Shit, I want more,” he says. You grin, flattered by his enthusiasm to devour more of your essence. However, you’d have to put that on hold for another time.

“Hm, not tonight, I’m afraid. I need you inside me right this second.” Your words have pure anticipation sparking through his body. He stares attentively as you lift yourself over the head of his cock, aligning his length into your soaked hole, panties pushed to the side.

“Arghhh…” Bakugou hisses between gritted teeth when the first inch enters, fists clenched around nothing at how tightly you’re squeezing him. Your whimpers accompany him as you adjust to his well-endowed size, a pleasant burn seizing you. Heat sprouts in your abdomen the more you descend on Bakugou’s firm, aching cock, eventually bottoming out with a long sigh.

“Fucking hell, you’re so damn fucking tight—”

If your mouth feels good, then your pussy is practically heaven, inducing him in hot, tight bliss when you start bouncing up and down.

“Ah, Suki, your cock is so big… so hard…Mmph, I love how it fills me up!” you sing, arms wound around his neck, tits pressing against his chest. Having to sit back with nothing to leverage him amid your silky walls pressing around his cock, bursts of mini-explosions crackle in his palms. A musky scent of burnt caramel suddenly invades your senses, making your cunt clench tighter. Bakugou curses at how you hug his length.

“Fuck! Baby, I want you to ride my cock faster! Make me cum so damn hard that I feel it for weeks!”

Even when taking on a submissive role, Bakugou’s dirty talk never ceases to rile you up. You nod in reply, thighs flexed while your tempo on his cock increases to the point where it ensnares both of you in the throes of pleasure. Unable to do much except allow you to work yourself on and off him, he settles for leaning in and capturing your lips, which you respond to earnestly by parting your mouth to let your tongues dance again. A few particular hard drops later cause him to detach himself from you to groan out loudly.

The echo of your skins making firm contact against each other fogs his thoughts. His eyes are half-lidded when they gaze at you. You giggle at his expression—shrouded in pure bliss from his blanketed red eyes to his tongue peeking out of his lips. Caressing his jawline, you tilt his head up.

“Whose good boy are you?” you ask. It takes a second for him to answer.

“Y-Yours…”

You pry on, not letting up for even a second in your bouncing, “Who made you a pretty work of art tonight?”

“You! Fuck, you did!” he cries out, head tossed to the side that grants you access to the beautiful expanse of his neck. Your mouth finds his skin, kisses ascending until you reach the junction below his cut jawline as he continues reeling at the sensations building inside him.

“That’s right, Suki. So good, so obedient. I think it’s time I let you cum, yeah? Let you fill my little hole up with all your creamy white goodness…”

Your pace escalates quickly, not granting a relief of pause until you both begin arriving on the cusp of release.

“Fuckfuckfuck!! C-Cumming—!” Bakugou yells out, your grappling walls milking his twitching cock that surges into his climax. As promised, his cum coats your insides wholly white, stuffing you to the brim that has the heat inside you lurching. It’s right after the apex of his pleasure that your pussy spasms around him, body trembling, and toes curled as you peak into your high. He licks at your nipple arched in front of his face while your cries fill the space of the room.

By the time the two of you settle down in the aftermath of your euphorias, you’re both sweaty, panting messes. Bakugou more so as his head rests against your shoulder, allowing you to pet his hair between your fingers and comfort the tremors still racking through him.

“You did so so well, Katsuki. I’m very proud of you.” You lay a sweet kiss on his temple. Your praises manage to elicit a content hum from his lips while he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. Before you can get up and remove the tight ropes still lining his upper body, Bakugou suddenly lifts his head and meets your eyes, a tired yet devious expression painted on his face.

“Next time, we should tie you up in these things.”

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chi-hoon · 3 years

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first time with wish

›　KWAK DAWIT X F!READER ›　WARNINGS: CURSING, SMUT ; VANILLA SEX, VIRGINITY LOSS (BOTH VIRGINS), FINGERING, EXPLICIT PROTECTED SEX ›　WC: 1.5K ›　A/N: reposted from justkeums to this blog! (separating sfw and nsfw content) this is probably the first nsfw epex content out there for the only legal member… so im nervous- but whatever. you can choose not to read it if you’re uncomfortable about it :>

you are each other’s first love, and you’re both sure that you’re also going to be each other’s last love. the two of you have been together for a while now, and you have felt that it’s about time to take another step in the relationship.

the sexual desire you felt started during your makeout sessions that grew more intense. you instinctively move yourself towards his lap. both of your hands reached places that you’ve once been shy about, but now, it seems like that fear and hesitation were gone. when he heard you moan in his touch for the first time, both of your eyes fluttered open. you stared at each other for a second before turning away and awkwardly ending your makeout session.

after that moment, your mind gives you dirty thoughts at the most random moments. when you see him sweat after working out, you wonder if he would sweat as much as when he’s thrusting inside you. afterward, you felt a wet feeling down your underwear.

it hasn’t been also easy for dawit. ever since that moment, even when you’re wearing any type of clothing, his eyes would scan your body as if he was undressing you. the hardest part is trying to hide his growing bulge in his pants whenever he suddenly gets turned on.

after a few days of pining, dawit’s the first to break this sexual tension between the two of you and you confess that you feel the same. you both feel relieved and thrilled at the same time.

“are you sure about this?” dawit asks you for the hundredth time. he really wants you to feel safe and not forced in any way.

“yes. i’m sure because i love you and i trust you.” you enclose his hands in between yours and he flips your hands to interlock his fingers with yours.

“i love you too. and if you ever feel uncomfortable midway, tell me to stop. this is also my first time so i’m not really sure if i’m doing it right.” you give him a comforting smile while stroking his face.

the two of you start it off with kissing that soon turned into open-mouthed ones. you wrap your arms around his neck for support while his hands creep up beneath your shirt. his hands ghost through your sides and back. he lays you down the bed gently, with him on top. his lips start to travel down to your neck and you let out a low moan when you feel him sucking a certain spot. hearing you like that makes him grind towards your core. he doesn’t have to worry about that after hearing you moan loudly at the friction. even before, you have always loved his neck kisses during your makeout sessions.

“more.” you beg him, almost inaudible from your heavy breathes.

“gladly.” he softly chuckles at the sight of you being so vulnerable.

he has never seen you like this before and it turns him on even more. he grinds on you again, even harder, making him feel the budding wetness in your core.

“dawit- ah! please, take it off.” you tug at the hem of his pants, desperate to feel him more.

he was also starting to get annoyed with it because he wants to feel you raw, skin to skin. he strips down to his underwear and helps you pull your bottoms down. you hesitate in taking off your bra for a second and he respectfully waits for you.

“can i?” he looks at your breasts and to you. you nod and lie back down on the bed to show that you’re giving consent.

dawit leans down, taking one at his hand and the other with his mouth. he plays with it using his fingers, twisting and pinching it lightly, while his tongue twirls around the other one and sucks it sweetly. your mind goes crazy at the sensation. he’s just damn good at using his tongue. you grind at his hard-on, missing the contact down there. he groans at your action. with both of your pants gone, you feel his member more on your clit, making his underwear stained with .

“shit- let’s do it, babe.”

“yes, please.” you nod, eager to take him inside you.

you watch him take off his underwear, revealing his dick already hard and standing tall. it’s your first time seeing his dick in clad glory. seeing his size and girth only made you want him more inside you. he felt a bit shy when you stare at it, but totally forgets about it when he sees how soaked you are in your underwear. you let him remove it, dragging it down your legs.

“you’re this wet for me?” you whimper at his touch as his fingers run through your folds with his middle finger teasing your entrance. he feels proud at his work of art and his cock twitches at the thought of it pushing inside you, but he didn’t want to scare or hurt you.

“have you touched yourself before?”

“yes.” you shyly reply. the thought of you masturbating because of him turned him on more.

“i’ll insert my finger. tell me if it hurts.”

his index finger went in easily inside you halfway because of how wet you are. you gasp at the weird feeling but you enjoyed it. then he slowly pushes it deeper inside you and pumps it slowly.

“dawit… it feels good,” he takes it as his go signal to insert his middle finger.

his fingers start picking up its pace. you whine out his name in pleasure. his lips find its way back to yours, swallowing your moans while his fingers do the work down there. you almost cum when you felt him curl his fingers inside you, clenching around his fingers.

“dawit, i’m getting close.” you cry out. you were so wet that your juices started dripping down to the sheets.

“fuck, babe, don’t come yet. do it when i’m inside you.” he pulls out his fingers, leaving you to whine in disappointment.

he hurries to reach for a condom and wraps his shaft with it. he gives his cock a few pumps and rubs the tip of his cock at your entrance before slowly pushing it inside. you wince at the pain as he cautiously pushes all of it inside. he’s finally buried deep in you.

“sorry if this hurts. i’ll start moving if you say so.” his eyes focus on you, making sure that you’re okay. he grunts as he feels you clench tightly around his member, trying to be familiar with the feeling.

“move.” he only stares at you. you give him a reassuring smile. “yes, i’m sure i’m fine.”

“tell me to stop if it hurts.” he says before leaning down to kiss you while he thrusts his cock in a slow pace.

it hurts in his first pushes, but once your insides have been stretched enough, the pleasure kicks in. dawit notices it when you start to moan more and you buckle your hips to meet his thrust.

“i’ll make you feel good.” he leaves a wet kiss in your cheek and you wrap your arms around him to push his body closer to you, the sweat of your bodies coming in contact. he intertwines your hands together on the side as he starts pushing in a normal pace.

soon enough the two of you are moaning in chorus as he thrusts in you faster and deeper. the sound of skin slapping mixed with your moans echoed the room. your nails dig his back, turning it red, when he hits a certain spot continuously. the knot in your stomach while he fingered you earlier came back, pushing you into the edge much further.

“dawit, i- i’m close… ah!” you let out a loud moan as your orgasm finally hit you.

“fuck, you’re so hot.”

the feeling of your juices around him turned him on more. his thrusts become sloppy and he breathes heavily as he tries to reach his high. he whines out your name with a final deep thrust, his cum filling the condom. he takes his cock out of you and removes the condom, tying the the condom and throwing it on the trash bin beside the bed.

you are sprawled out on the bed, still relishing the moment of ecstasy. dawit uses all of his energy left to stand up and reach for the tissues in the bathroom to clean you and himself. your half-lidded eyes stare at him lovingly. he never forgets to take care of you even in this kind of moment.

“cuddle with me before we shower.” you slightly move to the other side of the bed, giving him space.

he grins at you. it’s kind of funny to him how you were a hot mess earlier and now you’re back to being his baby. he lies down again and he scoops you closer to him, making you lean on his chest.

“did i do great?”

you snort at his question. “of course, baby. i always love it if it’s from you.”

“i love you so much.” he hugs you tight and presses a kiss on your forehead. “can i confess something?”

“you want to do it again?”

“how did you know?”

“because i want it too.” you giggle and peck his lips. right there, he swears that he just fell in love with you again.

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hawksugarbaby · 3 years

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Todoroki x reader- one hell of a reunion

Smut

Chapter included: hair pulling, loud sex, implications of cuckolding

Todoroki watched amused knowing it didn't matter who fucked you best, he loved you, and you loved him, it had been obvious since first year. He watched you be carried off by Kirishima on his shoulder and you cupped your hands around your mouth "YOUR A CUCKOLD!" you shouted to the heterochromatic and he shook his head. So immature. "I GET TO GO NEXT YOU FUCKING EXTRA'S!" "Kaachan the world doesn't revolve around you!" "QUIET DEKU"

The boys were gathered around a table staring at your silhouette talking to your former teachers who were asking about your studies in university. The hero course was having a reunion, 10 years after they left to go off on their own, some had gone straight to setting up their own agencies, some going on to be sidekicks for more popular heroes but you? You were a special case. You never cared for becoming a hero, mostly just following the path laid out for you by your mother so you decided that before you stepped into the mould created for you, you would go to university and study (f/s) much to your mother's dismay so that you had something to fall back on if you decided hero work wasn't for you.

You had always been attentive in class, never missing a note or a class and used all your free time to study, you were as sweet as a Carmel apple and always had a childlike innocence around you but it seemed like too much to many of the 1-A boys, even midoriya was sceptical of your innocence. Which led all the boys to tonight, each one determined to discover the real you. The girls always seemed oblivious to how sickly your personality was assuming it was just a purity no one else possessed but the boys knew it was saccharine.

"She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind closed doors she's latex and whips" kaminari took a swig off his spiked punch and all the boys nodded in agreement, well most of which. Todoroki didn't understand why everyone was so hung up on this, of course, you were the most gorgeous person in existence to him and your personality brought a liveliness to the room no one else could offer, so why did they want to discover if it was untrue? Why couldn't they let you just be sweet and innocent, honey voice and butterscotch smooth skin, you were so perfect. "Yeah, but how are any of us going to find that out?" Kirishima pondered and Mineta stepped into the conversation "didn't (y/n) have a huge crush on todoroki? Like unable to keep her eyes off him crush?"

The boys nodded remembering how often you had made conversation with him compared to the other boys and some scowled at the memory "but we don't know if she still does?" Kirishima added and midoriya cleared his throat grabbing the table's attention "your about to do some analysis shit aren't you" bakugo rolled his eyes and urged him on with his hand. "Sh-she's wearing red earrings and a silver necklace with red rubies in it the same as todoroki's hair, her dress is dark blue and silver like his hero costume and finally..." he pointed to your hand "she clearly has a shoto phone case and her ankle has a tattoo of a melting snowflake..."

The boys sat, stunned at Deku's analysis and todoroki turned a bright pink and drew his attention from you to the other boys at the table "I really don't want to be involved in this" he lied and a collective groan of annoyance was barely heard over the pulsing music "fine... but I have no idea what i'm doing so don't bla-" "just go you fucking lovesick puppy" bakugo pushed him forward and todoroki stumbled into the conversation with their old teachers.

You slowly turned to see him, your face slowly turning red from the unexpected intrusion of your longtime crush. "Ah! young todoroki, nice to see you join us!" all might grinned, his frail frame half the size of todoroki. "It's nice to see you too sir, I hope you're doing well," he said with a kind tone that made you swoon "hey todoroki, how's it going?" you asked hiding your nerves with a cheery tone, "i'm doing quite well, how are your studies going (y/n)?" he asked looking back to the table of boys who were staring intently at your conversation "they're going amazing! I never want to leave it's so fun and i'm learning so much" you gave a toothy grin and the boys at the table rolled their eyes not believing your desire to learn. "That's really good. I actually came over to ask if you wanted to dance?" he asked and pointed to the flashing dancefloor filled with students "wait you dance?" you giggled and he shrugged "not really but this punch is 100 per cent filled with alcohol" he chuckled and you chuckled waving goodbye to your teachers and getting swallowed in the crowd of dancing students.

At first, it was slightly awkward, neither of you sure how to approach each other but eventually you got more comfortable, the alcohol hitting your systems and the thumping music encouraging your bodies to move together "I never really took you as a reunions guy!" you shouted over the music "well there are some things I wanted to see again!" he shouted back, he gained some confidence twirling you so your back was facing him and he pulled you closer to him leaning into your shoulder "like what?" you grinned, grinding your ass against his crotch "mm, my dorm is looking pretty enticing right now?" he offered nibbling on the shell of your ear, he could see the boys watching with wide eyes and flushed faces out his peripherals and his hands travelled up your front resting just below the swell of your chest.

"Won't other people be living there?" you said reaching behind you to palm his hardening cock through his trousers making his face burn hotter than his flames "no, they scrapped the dorms once the league was disbanded, now they're all big empty buildings. But some of us asked to keep our rooms intact in case we need to do undercover work and can't stay in our homes" he explained and you nodded, swallowing thickly. His hot breath tickled your cheek and you span round wrapping one arm around his neck, the other continuing to palm his cock. "I see, and you just so happen to be one of those heroes?" you asked biting your lip, your eyes fell to his and he tilted your chin up looking at you with a soft smile but a deviousness glimmered in his lust glazed eyes "if you bite your lip one more time I'll bite it for you" he growled. His threatening words went straight to your throbbing cunt, his low voice making your stomach do flips.

"Let's check out that dorm room then huh?" you asked grabbing his collar and dragging him past the boy's table with an innocent wave. "I'll bring him back soon! I wanted to show todoroki something but I left it in my car" you fake pout and they slowly nod "and you need todoroki to go with you?" kaminari raised an eyebrow and tapped his foot "aw would you like to come too kaminari?" you teased glancing down for a split second before his mouth could open todoroki slammed the door open pushing you forward by the small of your back and a low growl urged you forward. "Sorry, maybe you'll take me up on that later" you shout "no she won't" todoroki argued and you left the building with a chuckle.

It was a good 5-minute walk to the UA dorms, the cold evening air flew through you and the lamplight glowed signalling moths to meet their burning demise. You opened the heavy door and you switched the unused lights on. The floorboards groaned and cobwebs lived in the corners stringing across the windows, the room smelled old and musky but the familiar memories of Christmas on the couch lived on as visions. He quickly led you to his room and opened the much more pristine door, his room was cleaner than the rest of the house and his bedsheets were folded neatly at the end of the bed. "Come here often?" you joked and he shrugged not fully understanding.

You didn't bother locking the door, no one else would be around anyway and you tugged the hem of his shirt "impatient are you?" he chuckled and pulled his shirt over his head throwing it in the corner. "Why would you ever think such a thing?" you gasped and stepped out of your dress kicking it near his shirt and you lay sprawled on his bed on your stomach "the fact you're already on the bed for me is a sure sign" he chuckled lowly and kneeled between your leg's rubbing you through your soaked panties "your dripping wet for me (y/n)," he said bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking your juices off his fingers. He made quick work of your underwear and rubbed your clit slowly making you groan, your hips bucked and he snickered "you're so desperate, you look so pretty all laid out for me like this" he complimented and you bit your lip squeezing your eyes shut burying your face in his pillow.

He spread your legs further and pushed 2 fingers into your sopping cunt. They slipped in easily but it was a tight fit, your sighs were swallowed by the pillow and he drank in the sight in front of him appreciating the art that was your body. He moved his calloused fingers quickly dragging his fingers along your walls and flicked his thumb over your clit. He left wet kisses along your spine and nibbled on the lobe of your ear, your whines raised in pitch as he moved his fingers faster inside your hole, your slick dripping down his hands and he groaned at the sight. He fisted his throbbing hard cock with his other hand each moan and whimper going straight to his dick "do you think you can handle a third baby girl?" he asked. You mewled savouring the sounds of your new nickname "no but do it anyway" you urged.

Your conflicting words made him hesitate but he slid a third finger into your soaked pussy. It was incredibly tight, his fingers stretched you out more than you thought and you cried your hands fisted the pillows and he moved his fingers agonizingly slow but his thumb circled your clit at incredible speed. "Holy shit todo i'm cumming" you screeched fucking yourself on his fingers as he pumped them slowly. you convulsed under him and came all over his fingers, a sight etched into his memory eternally. "Look at that" he chuckled sticking his fingers out in front of you to clean them off, you swirled your tongue around his digits tasting yourself as he lined his cock up with your entrance.

The tip of his erection blushed pink and gleamed with the beads of precum pearling at the tip "are you on the pill?" he asked and you nodded. He guided his throbbing cock into your pussy and he groaned feeling the warmth swallow his rational thought "holy fuck" he groaned staying still for a minute "are you okay todo?" you asked, turning your head to see him better "y-your just really warm 'nd you're so fucking tight" his words left goosebumps on your skin and you gripped the bedsheets "god, fuck please move todoroki I need you so much" you begged, tears welling in your eyes and black drips of mascara smeared on the pillow.

He calmed his shallow breathing and began thrusting at a relatively slow pace. His hands gripped your hair and pulled slightly "ah! Todoroki! F-fuck please go faster" you cried moaning loudly. All your highschool fantasies paled in comparison to what was happening. He sped up his thrusts keeping his grip on your hair and you moved your hips back fucking yourself on his cock while he thrust quickly. He pulled your hair and a carnal moan was ripped from you, he had to stop and use all his will not to cum right then and there. That sound. That moan. He caused that just by...

he yanked your hair and you cried out again, the sensation was thrilling, your chest being pulled up and hair being pulled, it hurt, your ribs and stomach burned but it felt so good having him pull you back with just his hand, strings of moans escaped your lips and he licked his lips "you like that?" he asked and your heaved breaths were interrupted with soft whines "yes fuck yes please fuck me harder todo" you pleaded and his eyes shot open. His grip on your hair tightened and he slammed his cock back into you, he tugged your hair straining your neck as he pounded ruthlessly into your soaking cunt. He wore a shit-eating smirk excited about this new discovery, he leaned forward pulling you back like your hair was a leash and whispered and your ear "I can't wait to tell the rest of the boys about how good I fucked you, they'll never even get to experience it" his words made you tremble the pleasure he inflicted in your body bubbling in your stomach, your juices dribbled down his cock.

"Oh I don't know, kaminari might take me up on the offer" you teased, sewing seeds of jealousy under his skin, he growled his grip on your hair tightening with a vicious glare. His dual coloured eyes nearly swallowed by his pupils and he angled his cock so he was hitting your g-spot. The sounds coming from you were lewder than anything he had imagined, your moans filled the dorms the squelching sounds and the skin slapping on skin echoed in a perfect rhythm. "You think kaminari could fuck you like this babygirl?" he snarled (yes) moving his other hand to your clit flicking his thumb over it quickly and you gasped followed by a mewl "NO! God fuck no todoroki no one can fuck me like you do!" you bit your lip holding back your moans "what did I say about you biting your lip" he growled and turned your neck forcefully capturing your lips in his.

His teeth grazed your bottom lip and you moaned into his mouth. The sensation of him pulling your hair, biting your lip, and slamming his hips against yours, fucking you so carelessly became too much and you erupted. A sinful moan fell from your lips and a pathetic whimper of his name hung on the tip of your tongue, your mouth hung open and your eyes rolled back the rest of your body fell forward, suspended by his hand grasping your hair as you came on his cock. His fingers collected some of your cum and he sucked the nectar from his fingers. You uttered a string of curses as he continued fucking himself into your overstimulated cunt.

He buried his length inside of you and released with a guttural moan shooting thick ropes of cum inside you. He stilled catching his breath before pulling out and tucking his flaccid cock back into his boxers. He looked at you fucked out on the bed and chuckled lowly "was that good (y/n)?" he said wrapping his hand in your hair and pulling you back once again. You purred and attempted a nod "i'm babygirl now sorry I don't know who (y/n) is" your scratchy voice cracked, throat raw from screaming and he smirked "mhm you fucked me so good" you continued and pointed to your dress. "Wait you want to go back to the party?" he asked looking at the raving lights of hall Gamma through his window "mhm" you confirmed and attempted to stand only to collapse back onto the floor "I don't know how much more "dancing" I'll be doing though" you chuckled.

He handed you your dress and panties then a thought crossed his mind and he snatched his panties back off of you. Stuffing them in his pocket. "Todoroki... I need those back" you emphasised the need showing off your red pussy dripping with your combined cum "no I don't think you do" he gave you a lopsided grin and zipped your dress back up for you "you have to go through the rest of the party like this" he said and you panicked "consider it a punishment for flirting with kaminari" he growled and picked you up hoisting you onto his back, not caring about how much mess got on his shirt, he could just cover the mess with his jacket when he got back.

He set you down when you reached the doors and put his arms through his suit jacket to hide the wet patch on his shirt. He helped you into the building no one paying attention to your entrance except the table of boys who had been waiting impatiently for an hour and a half. All fantasising about what you were doing with todoroki, each wishing it was them, all hiding their lap with their jackets. They looked you up and down sucking in a breath at the sight of your exasperated form, completely fucked out and hanging onto todoroki like he was life support, all eyes especially attracted to the white fluid trickling down your leg.

Todoroki set you on the booth seat with the rest of the table and you prayed they don't put the UV lights on you curled up and pulled your fur jacket over your legs so no one would see the mess under your dress. "None of you. Will ever be able to fuck me like that" you pointed to the boys who collectively smirked "that sounds like a challenge sweet cheeks" bakugo's hands popped singing his suit jacket. You sat up slowly and squinted your eyes sizing them up. "Bring it" you muttered and it was a race to get to you first.

#bnha #mha fanfiction #my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #boku no hero academia #todoroki shouto #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader

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samanthadalton · 3 years

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So we meet again part 3 (finale)

pairings: Poppy x Bea

the last part of the series! hope you guys enjoy this❤️(also i marked parts as flashbacks in case it gets confusing, also i didnt read over it thoroughly so i apologise for any mistakes)

NSFW, bit of swearing

taglist: @cloud9in @somewillwin @alleycat97 @baexpoppy @save-me-the-last-dance @helpconfusedpersonhere @dopeyouth @iamsimpforpoppy @alexlabhont @thedaft1 @veenast @cloakanddaggerthings @crazzyplays

wordcount: 3.5k (a nice long ending ig)

part 1 and part 2 is available in case you need a refresher Part 1 Part 2

*Flashback*

After the Christmas Party, the lines between Poppy’s rules had been beginning to blur, with the two women meeting up more often and Poppy would even sneak over to Bea’s dorm, granted if Zoey wasn’t there. Poppy would let Bea stay for cuddling, for they would skip sex and go straight to just holding each other in either comfortable silence or talk about anything and everything.

“So where’s new money?” Poppy takes the hood of her coat, as she enters the dorm, conspicuously glancing around the apartment.

“She’s gone to LA for a bit to be with her mom. Come let’s go to my room.” Bea nods towards the strawberry blonde, and Poppy saunters past her, already on her way to the room. Bea follows, a wolfish grin on her face as she pushes Poppy against her bedroom door, placing her lips against hers, for a long kiss.

“Eager are we Farmsville?” Poppy breaks the kiss, her eyes burning into Bea’s, her eyes gleaming with amusement. Bea answers with a kiss, her fingers gripping at Poppy’s sides, as her eyes burn with desire. Bea leads her to the bed, pushing the strawberry blonde onto the bed before covering her body with hers, already locked in a passionate embrace.

“Bea…” Poppy moans out, as Bea scrapes her teeth against her neck, before softly biting down. Bea smiles against her neck, kissing up to her jaw, her eyes meet Poppy’s, full of admiration. She leans down, nipping at Poppy’s lips as her hands find her way under her clothes, stroking the junctures of her hips eliciting goosebumps. She makes quick word of stripping Poppy of her clothes, before taking off her own, wildly throwing them around the bedroom as she kisses Poppy with great intensity. Bea presses her knee between Poppy’s legs, as Poppy slowly rocks her hips against it, deepening the friction. “God!” Poppy screams out, as Bea begins alternating between kissing and biting as she moves down her body, until her head lies between the strawberry blonde’s legs.

Bea slowly rubs Poppy’s thighs, slowly pulling them apart as she gives a teasing lick to her inner thigh, evoking a sharp intake of breath from Poppy. “Do you like that?” Poppy violently nods her head, her fingers intertwining in Bea’s hair, pulling her head closer. Bea begins sucking lightly at Poppy’s button, her fingers teasing Poppy’s entrance before dipping inside, pumping in and out. Poppy’s toes curl as she lets out a loud moan, her head thrown back.

The room is quiet, excluding the heavy panting of the two women, as Bea moves up onto the bed, her arm snaking around Poppy’s waist, pulling her closer. Poppy subconsciously begins drawing lazy shapes against Bea’s stomach, lost in thought.

“You okay?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you okay?”

Poppy shudders, moving closer to Bea, “just a little cold.”

“I can fix that,” Bea shuffles off her bed, moving towards her closet before pulling a hoodie off a hanger before throwing it at the strawberry blonde, “here.”

“I’m not wearing that.”

“Fine stay cold.” Bea nonchalantly shrugs before getting back into the bed.

Poppy stares at the hoodie, contemplative for a few moments, before sighing heavily, before sliding off the bed, putting the hoodie on. She pulls down at the hem slightly, the size of the hoodie making her seem smaller than usual.

Bea’s eyes languidly roams Poppy’s body, “see, fit for a queen.”

*Present*

Over the next couple of months, Bea and Poppy had been going on more dates, enjoying each other’s company and reigniting their past passion while exploring the new depths of their relationship. However it wasn’t always good, old habits die hard and with Poppy and Bea, they had a lot of bad habits.

“I just don’t get why it’s such a big deal!” Bea runs a tired hand over her face, clearly drained from the argument.

Poppy huffs, standing a little straighter, anger written all over her face, “because it is! Excuse me if I don’t want my personal life advertised to the world.”

“You do that everyday on your Picta. Just admit it, you don’t want people to know we’re dating, just like in college.”

“God can you let that go? We were different people back in college, it’s not the same thing.” Poppy clenches her jaw, balling her fists up as she stares down Bea, not willing to back down.

Bea holds eye contact for a few more moments before breaking it, training her eyes to the ground. “I don’t want to keep fighting,” she mumbles out before stalking towards the front door, opening it.

“Where are you going?” Poppy asks, her voice quiet.

Bea sighs, her body visibly deflating, “I just need some air.” She walks through the door, closing it behind her, not waiting to hear Poppy’s response. She walks through the streets of New York until she finds herself standing in front of Zoey’s apartment, and after some slight hesitation, she knocks. After a few seconds, the door opens and Zoey looks over at Bea, her brows creased in confusion.

“Hey girl, is everything okay?”

Bea blinks back a couple of tears, her voice breaking, “can I come in?”

“Yes of course,” Zoey moves out of the way, allowing Bea to come in, and gestures towards the couch before sitting on it. “Jesus Bea you look like hell, what happened?”

“Things with Poppy have been rough to say the least.” Zoey momentarily winces at the mention of Poppy but she quickly masks her loathing.

“What happened?”

“I wanted to post this cute picture of us on Picta but she started a fight saying she doesn’t want me to post it because she’s saying she’s not ready but we've been together for 5 months now.” Bea cradles her head in her arms, obviously tired. Zoey slides closer to her, rubbing comforting circles on her back.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Zoey speaks softly, her voice lulling Bea back into safety as she wraps her arms around her pulling her into a hug. “Look, I don’t want to say I told you so…” Bea groans, evoking a laugh from Zoey. “Come on, I told you this would happen, it’s just like college.”

*Flashback*

Bea knocks on Poppy’s bedroom door and a few seconds later the strawberry blonde opens it, a stunned look on her face.

“Hughes? What are you doing here?”

Bea walks into the room, her smile on her face, so broad as she turns to look at Poppy, “I was thinking-”

“About?”

“About us.” Poppy raises an eyebrow, the rest of her facial expression stoic. “Be my date to the end of year gala.”

Poppy lets out a humourless laugh, “it’s official, you’ve gone crazy.”

Bea moves forward taking Poppy’s hands in hers, “just hear me out.” Bea takes a deep breath, before her eyes meet Poppy’s, “we have this thing going on between us and it’s been amazing but to take the next step. I want Belvoire to know that I’m with the most beautiful girl.”

Poppy slips her hands out of Bea’s hands, crossing them over her chest, “there’s no us.”

Bea’s facial expression falters, the wide smile transforming into a disappointed frown, “I don’t understand.”

Poppy feels a pang in her heart as she watches Bea’s face fall, but she finds a tiny strand of anger in her body and she holds onto it, attempting to make this encounter easier for her to bear. “There isn’t an us, what’s hard to understand Farmsville?” Poppy makes her voice as blunt and monotone as possible as she shoots daggers into Bea’s eyes.

“What about the last year? What about everything we’ve gone through?”

“Stop using words like us and we!” Poppy shouts, wildly throwing around her arms, “it was literally sex, it doesn’t mean anything.”

Bea bites down on her bottom lip, “just sex huh? I don’t believe it. What about the nights you asked me to stay, or the nights we talked. You’re saying they meant nothing to you?” Poppy sees the sadness swimming in Bea’s eyes, forcing her to turn away from the girl, her eyes trained on the ground.

“It didn’t mean anything to me,” Poppy mumbles out.

“Bullshit! I don’t believe that Pops.”

“Don’t call me that! We aren’t anything, Farmsville and I certainly don’t want to be your stupid date to the gala.”

“I don’t believe you, look me in my eyes Poppy and tell me that it never meant anything and I swear-” Bea swallows heavily, tears brimming in her eyes, “I swear I’ll walk out right now and I won’t ever bother you again.” Bea steps in front of Poppy, her head levels with hers as Poppy meets her eyes. “So?”

Poppy trembles slightly, as her fingers toys with the hem of her top, “it meant nothing to me.”

Bea nods in understanding, acceptance written on her face “okay.” She sniffles, wiping away the tears from her eyes, “have a nice life Poppy.” Bea walks out of the room, not bothering to look back.

*Present*

“That was different Zo.”

“How so?” Zoey raises an eyebrow.

“That was when we were all worried about rankings and sabotage and all those petty things.”

“Are you sure she still doesn’t care about things?” Bea playfully nudges Zoey, laughing slightly.

“Yes I’m sure. It’s just I don’t get what the problem is this time. I mean college was a tough time for us both but now, I don’t get why she’s so hesitant.”

“Commitment issues?”

Bea shakes her head, “she seems pretty committed to me, she just doesn’t like being open.”

“Whatever it is I know you’ll guys will work it out, and if you don’t then at least you can move on.” Bea stares off into the distance, silent. “Bea, hey I was kidding.”

Bea gives a small smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, “yeah I know. Anyway enough about my problems, are you excited for your album coming out.”

Zoey squeals, jumping up and down in her spot, “yes! Oh my god I can’t believe it’s out in a week. How’s the release party looking?”

“I got us a great place at a club.”

“VIP?”

“VIP treatment baby!” Bea cheers, pulling Zoey into a hug.

…..

Slightly buzzed, the group make their way to the club, all in high spirits as they skip the line after showing their IDs and making their way to the VIP section. Bea sidles up to the bar, ordering shots for the entire team as they gather around the woman of the hour at the other side of the club.

Once the tray of shots is delivered, Bea hands them out, before taking the last one, raising it in the air, “Let’s all raise our glasses for this incredible woman, who’s hours away from releasing her first ever album worldwide,” Bea gestures for everyone to lift their glasses, a wide smile on her face, “here’s to you Zoey Wade.” The group throws back the shot and begins cheering for Zoey. “Speech, speech, speech” Bea chants as the rest of the group follows suit, their attention focused on Zoey as they clap and cheer.

Zoey awkwardly smiles, clearly bashful. “I never really thought I would be able to make a name for myself outside of my mom and I’m just thankful and grateful for my amazing team who helped me get my feelings out and make incredible songs out of them.” The group laughs whole heartedly, and Zoey raises her drink in toast. “So this isn’t only a celebration for me, but a celebration for us all, so let’s party it up.” She throws back the shot, and everyone follows suit cheering as they do.

“You didn’t have to do all of this Bea,” Zoey says sheepishly.

“Ummmmm of course I did, my best friend is releasing an album! I know how hard you’ve worked on it Zo, if anyone deserves to celebrate it’s you.” Bea pulls Zoey in for a hug.

“This club is great, how did you find it?”

“Poppy owns it.” Zoey's face falls, “Hey, she offered to the party to be held here, a way to say sorry for everything at college.”

“So where is the queen b right now?”

“Right here.” Poppy walks over to the girls, taking her place next to Bea. “I’m really happy for you Zoey, if anyone deserves this, it’s you.”

“Thanks.”

Bea looks between the girls, sensing the awkward tension between the girls augmenting. “Hey why don’t I get us some drinks?”

“Sure.” Poppy gives a small smile as Bea walks over to the bar before awkwardly turning to face Zoey. The pulsating music from the club causes Zoey to lean closer to Poppy.

“Whatever you have going on with Bea, you better not break her heart.”

“I won’t,” Poppy replies, “I care about her a lot.”

“Sure you do, but we’re not at Belvoire anymore. No more games Poppy, I won’t let you hurt her again.”

“Trust me when I say that’s the last thing I want.”

Before Zoey can reply, Bea saunters back holding out shot glasses for Zoey and Poppy to take. The women throw back the shot before Bea turns to Poppy whispering in her ear, “dance with me?”

Poppy looks at Zoey in the corner of her eye before replying, “sure.” Bea leads her into the middle of the crowded dance floor, pulling the strawberry blonde close to her body, wrapping her arms around her waist while Poppy’s hang around her neck.

Bea lets out a small laugh, “what’s so funny?” Poppy inquires, raising a brow.

“Nothing, just looking at how far we’ve come. You remember the first time we were in this club together?”

Poppy hums in content, “I recruited you to help me take down Chloe.”

Bea leans down to whisper in Poppy’s ear, “and then you dragged me onto the dance floor. Practically couldn’t keep your hands off me.”

“If I’m remembering correctly, you slept with me so you could backstab me.”

Bea’s grip on Poppy tightens, “mmh, I did want to get revenge yes, but I’m pretty sure you were the one who suggested sex in the first place.”

Poppy laughs, “you might be remembering that wrong.”

“Pretty sure I’m not,” Bea leans in to give Poppy a sweet kiss, until Poppy abruptly pulls away, pressing her lips together in a thin line.

“Bea we’re in public.”

“So? We don’t know anyone here.”

“I invited Veronica and Chloe to be here tonight, they could be anywhere.” Poppy pulls herself away from Bea, “I’m going to get a drink, do you want one?”

“Nah I’m good you go ahead without me.” Poppy heads over to the bar as Bea makes her way back to the VIP section, seeing a small group forming. “Hey what’s going on here?”

“Bea!” Veronica aims her phone at Bea, a wide smile on her face.

“Hey V,” Bea gives the ombre-haired girl a one armed hug, “how’s everything been?”

Veronica turns off her phone, a tired look on her face, “Good, tired but life has been good.”

“How’s life been for you Farmsville?”

“It’s been great, I’m still waiting on you to do your review on my new restaurant.”

“Ah so the truth comes out, you only wanted me in New York for clout.”

“Hey Poppy invited you here to celebrate Zoey, and get some clout of her own for her club.”

“Hey Farmsville!” Chloe stumbles towards the girls, pulling Veronica and Bea into a strong hug slightly spilling her drink on Bea as she does.

“Chloe! You seem drunk,” Bea swipes at her shoulder, cleaning off the liquor.

“Yeah these drinks are awesome,” Chloe hangs her tongue open, fumbling with the straw until it’s in her mouth. “Hey where’s new money? I think she has been avoiding me since I sent her over my newest clothing line.”

“Hey Chloe? Did you ever think to become a dance choreographer? I mean you practically lead the Zeta girls back in college, why not do it now.”

Chloe stares at Bea, deep in thought, “maybe you’re not full of bad ideas.”

Chloe saunters off deep in thought as Zoey lumbers into the group, carefully looking around, “is she gone?”

Veronica snorts, “yeah yeah, she’s gone now. Hey there’s Poppy.” Veronica waves her over and Poppy walks over to the group, her eyes conspicuously trying to not look at Bea.

“Hey V, remember to get good shots of the dance floor and on the bar.”

Veronica rolls her eyes, “yeah, yeah,” her eyes dart between Poppy and Bea, watching as the two girls try not to look at each other. She then looks over Zoey, silently gesturing between the girls. Zoey gives a subtle nod, and Veronica grins. “I need a drink, Poppy join me?”

“Sure.”

The girls move towards the bar where Veronica turns towards the strawberry blonde, a sly smirk on her face, “So. You seeing anyone?”

Poppy huffs, “here and there. I like to keep my options open.”

“So the fact that Bea is staring right at us, has nothing to do with anything?”

Poppy freezes as Veronica grins at her, “I don't know what you’re talking about.”

“Come on don’t lie to me. I know you guys were screwing each other during senior year.”

“What? No we weren’t.”

“Let's cut all of the false bullshit, come on, what’s going on with you guys?”

Poppy sighs defeatedly, “Fine, we’ve been seeing each other for the last couple of months but it’s like I’m destined to screw up my own life.”

“What do you mean?”

“Bea is amazing, I just sometimes don’t think I deserve her.”

“Nah, nah, nah, none of that depressing crap P. You deserve to find someone who makes you happy and I’ve been here what five minutes? I can practically sense the love already, go and talk to her and fix whatever you messed up.”

“How do you know I’m the one who messed it up?”

“Because if it was Bea she would’ve fixed it already, now go.”

Veronica shoos Poppy away as the strawberry blonde sidles up to Bea, whispering in her ear, “come somewhere quiet with me?” Bea nods as she follows Poppy to the back office, muffling the sounds of the music.

“So what’s up?” Bea crosses her arms together, looking expectedly at Poppy.

“I don’t like this rift between us, and I know it’s my fault I just-” she sighs heavily, hanging her head in defeat, “i haven’t ever properly done the whole relationship thing and I don’t want to mess it up but it seems like that’s all I’m doing.”

Bea uncrosses her arms, reaching out to place her hand against Poppy’s cheek, “you’re not messing up anything. We just need better communication.”

“Bea, I know in the past I treated you like crap and I don’t even know why you want to be with me.” Bea opens her mouth to retort but Poppy shushes her, “let me finish. I don’t know why you still want to be with me but I’m so grateful that you do. I have something to admit to you.”

“What is it?”

“When I went to your restaurant, it wasn’t a coincidence.” Poppy takes a slow steadying breath, before her eyes meet Bea’s, “Veronica dropped that you asked her to give your restaurant a review so I subtly told Darren’s best friend about it so he could recommend it to Darren and I could come and see you.” Bea looks at Poppy in surprise, her mouth hanging slightly open. “I tried acting all cold and distant but in reality I was happy to see you and when you kissed me I was surprised. I didn’t expect you to still have feelings for me, so I got my father to hire your company last minute for the dinner.”

Bea lets out a small huff, “once a schemer huh?”

Poppy nervously chews on her lips, worry etched on her face, “the reason why I’ve been acting so weird is because I love you Bea Hughes, I always have. And for the first time, I’m not scared of admitting that I-” Bea silences Poppy with a deep kiss, tangling their tongues together as Bea’s hand snakes around Poppy’s throat, squeezing slightly as she kisses her harder.

“I love you too.” Bea continues kissing Poppy, with great intensity but Poppy pulls away resting her forehead against Bea’s.

“Do you have your phone?”

“Uhh yeah.”

Bea takes her phone out of her purse and Poppy takes it out of her hand, swiping to the camera, “smile,” Poppy presses her lips against Bea’s cheek, taking a series of photos before swiping through them looking for the best one. “This one.”

“What do you want me to do with it?” Bea replies, confused.

“Post it on picta, duh. I want the world to know I’m dating the most incredible girl.” Bea feels a warmth in her chest as she uploads the photo before taking Poppy’s hand re-entering the club.

“I saw the picta post, I guess congrats are in order.” Veronica smiles at the girls while Poppy looks around and locks eyes with Zoey who gives her a small nod, content. Poppy pulls Bea in for a kiss, a smile on her lips.

“I love you Bea Hughes.”

“And I love you Poppy Min Sinclair.”

Chloe stalks up to the group, waving her phone in her hand, “you’re dating Bea? Seriously?”

Poppy looks up at Bea, warmth in her eyes, “Yep I sure am.”

#playchoices #queen b #poppy min sinclair #poppy x mc #last part #hope yall enjoy

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lovinkiri · 4 years

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Kinktober 2020, Day Seven

Denki Kaminari x Reader x Hitoshi Shinsou

Warning: Smut, Brainwashing/hypnosis, DD/LG, Overstimulation?, Degradation, Oral (Giving).

This was supposed to just be Denki but I couldn't help it lol

Art does not belong to me. If you find the artist, please let me know.

Denki sighed as he made his way home. He'd had a bad day and it showed. He'd been fighting villians back to back, no one really respected him at the agency he worked at, he didn't get the chance to have lunch, and he was even laughed at by civilians. And not just children, their parents too. He couldn't help getting his brain getting fried, he had to protect a little girl!

He quickly unlocked his door and rushed into his apartment, wanting to see his girl and his lovable boyfriend. And there you sat on the couch, in the Chargebolt lingerie he bought you, looking beautiful as always. Of course, Shinsou wasn't off of work, but he'd be home soon.

You looked look from the TV and smiled, jumping up and running over. You hugged him and he stumbled back causing the door to slam a bit. "Hey, babygirl. Guess you missed me?" He grinned. You giggled and pecked his lips. "Only all day." You hummed.

You gently pulled him to the couch. "There's a movie I really wanna watch with you!" You grinned. Before you could get him to sit, he stopped. "Alright, alright. First, did you do your chores?" He nodded towards a chart that stayed posted on the front door. You slowly nodded. "Of course I did."

Of course you didn't.

Well, in your defense, you did most of them! It was your turn to do dishes and you did that. You cleaned the living room, as Denki took responsibility for the kitchen and you alternated with the bathroom. You checked the mail. You just.. Didn't clean your stuffies and clothes off the floor. And well.. There was another rule you broke, but surely he'd never know right?

Well, Denki must have noticed your hesitance because he walked off and started to look around. You stayed put and just waited for-

"Y/n, baby! Come in the bedroom?"

For that. He always spoke so understandingly. And he was understanding! He never truly got angry with you. But you knew you were in for punishment. And in the pit of your stomach, you felt the slight excitement.

You stood and took your time going to the bedroom. Denki looked at the stuffed animals and clothing strewn everywhere. He gave you a look, smirking. "Really, baby?" He crossed his arms. You clasped your hands behind your back and looked down pouting, something you knew made Denki soften up a bit. "Sorry Daddy.. I was playing with them and trying to find out what to wear for you today."

Lies. You were just looking at all your clothes and toys, then you heard your favorite show come on and unconsciously abandoned the mess. You'd just lost track of time and forgot. Well, you forgot until you heard him mention chores.

Even so, Denki's heart nearly popped from his chest at seeing your pout. He was just about to shower you in forgiveness when you both heard a deep chuckled from the doorway. You turned your heads to find Shinsou standing there, a lazy smirk on his face. "Nice try, Kitten. You can't trick me though."

You laughed nervously as Hitoshi approached. "What do you mean? Sir, I'd never- Eek!" You yelped as his palm came down on your ass. "Kitten. You know better than to lie." He rose an eyebrow. You felt yourself blush darkly and bit your lip. "I-I.."

Before you could finish, Denki was behind you. "You tried to trick me again? Naughty girl. You know, Toshi, she lied about her chores too." You could hear the grin. Denki knew that Hitoshi never faltered. There was no tricking him.

Hitoshi took your chin between his fingers and tilted your head up. "Is that so? Then you know the drill, Kitten. Get in the bed." He jerked his head towards the bed. You slowly walked over climbed into bed, laying in the middle. Denki sat on one side of you as Hitoshi took his place on the other. Their eyes roamed your barely clothed body, their gazes becoming predatory.

Hitoshi hummed softly. "You ready to submit?" He mumbled, his voice deepening slightly. You pressed your thighs together. "Yes, Sir." You squeaked. He smirked and you slowly fell into a calm stillness. It was as if you were zoned out, but you were so focused. Your senses were dulled, but also sharpened. Your body wasn't your body. You loved this feeling, the feeling of completely putting yourself into your lover's hands.

You felt Denki's hands work on your bra, getting it off with a few failed tries. "Let's see those tits, huh?" He grinned. He tossed the bra aside. Hitoshi gave a smirk and gently massaged at one breast as Denki took the other in his mouth, using a free hand to work his pants down.

You gasped, the only thing you being able to do is make some noises. Denki moaned softly as he suckled your perky nipple. He knew how much both you and Hitoshi loved it when he moaned like that.

Hitoshi groaned and gripped Denki by the hair, lifting his head and kissing him roughly. You whined softly at the sight. You could watch them make out all day, but it sure didn't help the aching between your legs. Denki seemed to notice, as his hand found their way into your panties. He gently pressed his finger into your clit and drew small circle into it. You whimpered at the sudden pleasure.

Shinsou and Denki pulled away from their lip lock, Denki grinning. "Mm.. Someone enjoyed the show. She's soaked." Denki slid two fingers between your folds, teasing your slit up and down to collect your juices. He pulled them away and held them up for Hitoshi.

Hitoshi smirked and took Denki's fingers into his mouth, gently sucking on them. He gave a small hum of approval and you watched as Denki blushed lightly.

Slowly pulling Denki's fingers from his lips, Hitoshi looked down at you. "Fuck.. You're ready, huh? Well, you should give Denki a proper apology then." The hypnotic feeling slowly wore off and you looked at Denki. "I'm sorry, Daddy, I-I'll be good, I won't lie, I'll do my chores.." You whimpered.

Denki smiled and undid his pants, squirming a bit to pull out his hard cock. "Prove it then." He grinned. You rolled on your stomach to put your elbows on either side of his thighs. You slowly licked up his cock, making him hiss quietly. "Fuck, Y/n.."

Hitoshi smacked your ass and you moaned quietly, taking the tip into your mouth. Denki gently pushed you down by the back of your head, pushing inch by inch into your mouth. Hitoshi sat himself on the back of your thighs and pumped his cock a few times before pushing into your pussy.

You moaned around Denki, slowly bobbed your head. Hitoshi put his hands on either side of you, starting off with slow, deep strokes. "You like that, Kitten? One cock stuffing your mouth, the other stuffing your sopping cunt?" He groaned as you tightened suddenly. You gave a muffled "Mhm" and Denki bit his lip. "Shit, Toshi, keep talking.."

He chuckled. "You both like that? What about you, Denki? You gonna want your mouth full too?" He teased. Denki whined and nodded. You squirmed slightly, wanting Hitoshi to go faster. He got the message and quickened his pace. His hips snapped against ass harshly and your eyes rolled back. "Who knew two kitties could be so slutty?" He groaned.

You couldn't focus on moving your head too much, so Denki took charge. Gripping your hair, his hips quickly bucked into your mouth. It was messy, drool and precum dripping onto his lap, but it felt so good.

You looked up at Denki and moaned around him. Hitoshi's cock pushed against that sweet spot inside of you over and over again. He knew exactly what he was doing, feeling your pussy flutter around him. "We're going to fill- Ngh, every fucking dirty hole of yours, shit." He groaned. Denki watched you and panted. "Didn't know you were such a messy eater, baby." His eyes lidded.

You felt that knot in your stomach tighten. You knew it was about to come undone. Your whimpers and whines, though muffled, became louder. Shinsou grinned cockily. "You gonna cum? Go on. Do it for us."

You whined loudly and came. They didn't let up though. They were close too, so you wouldn't mind just a big of overstimulation right?

Hitoshi closed his eyes feeling you practically pull him back in. Your body shook as he continued to abuse your g-spot relentlessly. Denki let his head fall back. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He moaned out, pushing you against his hips. You gagged harshly and swallowed what you could. He panted softly and pulled you off of his cock. You gasped for air and whimpered, unable to talk from Denki's cock hitting the back of your throat.

Hitoshi groaned. "Gonna cum, shit.." He mumbled. You whined and squirmed against him, urging him. "You want me to fill this cunt? You want my cum? Alright. Then take it like a good girl." His thrusts became erratic and you gripped at Denki's jeans, who gently pet you and mumbled words of encouragement. "You're doing so good, Y/n. Taking his cock so well. So fuckin proud.." He smiled. You whined and tilted your head up to look at him.

Hitoshi suddenly bottomed out inside of you, groaning as he filled your cunt completely. You gasped and Denki urged you to keep eye contact. "F-Fuck, Sir.." You choked, your words aimed at Hitoshi. Denki held your cheeks. "That's right, look at me.."

Hitoshi panted and leaned down to whisper in your ear. "We're far from done.."

Denki grinned. "My turn now."

#shinso x kaminari #shinso x reader #Shinso x reader x Kaminari #bnha #hitoshi shinsou #kaminari denki #kinktober 2020 #denki x reader #kaminari x reader

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You Only Hear What You Want

PAIRING: Ransom Drysdale × Reader SUMMARY: Ransom is at a party with his girlfriend and spots you. WARNINGS: Ransom trying to get into your pants, flirting, Ransom’s cheating ass, swearing, drinking, a bit of angst WORDS: 1430 A/N: This (not) drunk drabble is from @the-ce-horniest-book-club with the prompt: “No, no, see, I think if you're committed to somebody, you don't allow yourself to find perfection in someone else.” To be fair, I was a bit drunk when I asked for the prompt list so hopefully that counts? This is my first fic writing for our favorite bad boy in a sweater and I have to say I loved writing him! His POV was so much fun. You do not have my permission to post this anywhere else. As always, likes/reblogs/comments are appreciated

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The scotch that Ransom sipped from the glass didn't seem to be enough to keep his mind occupied. He was at a work party his grandfather was hosting for his newest book. Harlan had insisted that Ransom come, so he could mingle with publishing insiders and try to make some contacts. Harlan was forever trying to get Ransom to “make something of his life”, but as far as Ransom was concerned, he was. He did what he wanted, he fucked who he wanted, he had all the best clothes, cars, and houses. Why would he want to work when he already had everything he needed? That’s what Harlan didn't get about Ransom. He liked to claim that he knew his grandson so well, that Ransom reminded him so much of himself when he was Ransom’s age. If that were true, then he would stop trying to make him go to these asinine parties and just let him be.

He declined the invitation, initially. Ransome told Harlan that he would rather be dead than go to one of his awful parties. But then both Harlan and his mother threatened to cut him off for good and while death seemed like a good alternative to the party, he could never stand to be poor. So with a fake as hell smile plastered to his face, he changed his mind and said he would love to go to the party, on the condition that he was allowed to bring his newest girlfriend.

Candy’s (or was it Cindy?) laughter pulled him back to the boring conversation they were having at this equally boring party. She was some young, blonde, undergrad, sorority thing he had picked up at a bar about a month or so ago and just kind of stuck around. She was nice enough, he guessed, and she was good in bed. But she was vapid and her laugh was like razor blades to his brain. He sighed out a huff as his free hand lingered on the small of her back. He wasn't paying attention to a word but at least she felt good against him, for the moment at least.

His eyes started to scan the room, looking for something, anything, to distract him from the soul crushing conversation he was having to endure. He was about to give up, take the girl and get the hell out of there. After all he had spent enough time mingling and the scotch wasn't doing shit anymore. He stopped, however, when he spotted you.

Ransom had never seen you at one of these tedious events before, that alone caught his attention. Usually the same exact people always came to these things. But you, you were fresh, you were new. Maybe... maybe you hadn’t yet heard about him and his proclivity to “pump and dump” women, as he had been so crudely described. (Not that it wasn't true, but whatever.) He looked you over and he couldn't help but salivate just a bit; you were slightly curvy with long legs that seemed to go on forever. This was accentuated by the coral colored dress that had a slit that went halfway up your thigh. You had ample perky breasts he could see himself motor boating. Your chocolate colored eyes seemed to hold some kind of secret as you chatted casually with people and your sun kissed skin looked delicious enough for him to eat.

Without a word, Ransom left Cindy (maybe Susan?) with her current conversation, giggling like an idiot. She called out to Ransom and asked him for another cran-vodka, which he decided to ignore. If luck was with him that night, he wasn't leaving with her anyway. He stalked toward you, silently maneuvering through the crowd. For how broad he was, he always took pride with how well he moved. He wasn't bumbling around like other guys his size. It took only mere seconds for him to be beside you and immediately he had his arm around your waist, his mouth close to your ear.

“Can I get you a drink?” Ransom’s voice low.

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Your body froze as you felt a foreign arm surround you, interrupting your conversation with a coworker. You had just started at Blood Like Wine two months ago as a copy editor and this was the first event that you had been invited to by your boss so you could get to know the upper management in a more relaxed setting. It was something you had been looking forward to, until some creep muttered in your ear about a drink.

“No, I’m fine. Thank you.” You replied curtly, swirling your almost full wine glass at him to signal so. “C’mon, babe. Lemme get you something better than that house wine. Trust me, it’s not that good.” “Look…” You started, not really feeling like being chatted up.

Looking up at his crystal blue eyes, your sentence stopped. You couldn’t help but feel the butterflies in your stomach as you took a good look at him. He was gorgeous. Tall and muscular, with a small waist, and built chest and arms. You could tell he loved working out his upper half. He smiled at you cooly, eyes twinkling back with a seductive charm you felt like he had used on many women before you and after you. You were smitten, you had to admit, and you couldn't place exactly where you knew him from but he looked oddly familiar.

You had no idea how, but Ransom, as he had introduced himself, had led you to a more secluded area of the party, chatting and shamelessly flirting with you. He was standing dangerously close to you, hands squeezing and releasing your hip. His other arm above you, tall body towering over your frame. He was talking to you about different countries he visited, art that he loved, music he was obsessed with. In turn, you told him about how you had come to be at the publishing company, how lilies were your favorite flower, and how you wanted to travel the world one day.

"Maybe I'll take you with me next time; be your own personal tour guide." He smirked that confident smile again as a blush crept up your cheeks.

It was so easy to talk to him. He made it that way with his easy laugh, his cologne that smelled like cedar mixed with musk, and his perfect lips. They were like pillows, pillows that you could see yourself kissing. You leaned towards Ransom. Reading you, he moved towards you as well, cupping your cheek. Your hand found purchase wrapped around his forearm. He was so close, you could smell the scotch on his breath. Your heart was slamming through your chest.

"Ransom!" You heard someone call out.

You could feel Ransom's body tense up as he pulled away from you.

“Ho-oooooney, where have you been?” A blond haired young woman with a baby pink dress suction cupped herself to Ransom, pulling on his neck and nuzzling herself into him. “You left me an hour ago to get drinks and you never came back.” “I’ve been right here, Princess.” He smiled down at her. “Can we go? I have class in the morning.” “Sure thing, just give me one minute. Go up to the front and I’ll meet you there.” He gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek and watched her leave before he turned back to you. “Sorry about that.” He muttered. “Think you can wait about 30 minutes while I drive her home? She lives just down the street at the college.” “I don't think I can, Ransom.” You shook your head, collecting yourself. “You have a girlfriend. That’s not something I’m into.” “Oh… her? She’s not really my girlfriend. She’s more of a friend with benefits type of situation.” “She doesn’t seem to think so.” You crossed your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling sick to your stomach. “C’mon don’t be like that, baby.” Ransom cooed as he leaned back towards you. “I really like you and would like to get to know you better, if you’d just let me.” “I think if you're committed to somebody, you don't allow yourself to find perfection in someone else.” You told him flatly, trying not to let the disappointment show in your voice.

You didn’t care about his rebuttal, and didn’t want to stick around to hear more of his lies. You handed him your drink and brushed past him, walking out of the party and into the cool night air. You had enough mingling for the night.

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Sink Or Swim

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Sunday, 12:40

Song: Peter Manos - In My Head

Lucas is surprised his dad hasn’t come to tell him how pathetic he is yet. He supposes it isn’t necessary. Lucas is more than aware of it himself.

He’d dragged himself out to go to the bathroom and get breakfast and managed to avoid a run-in. Now he’s curled up in his bed with the covers pulled up to his neck, trying not to feel too sorry for himself.

It isn’t easy.

He’s tempted to call Kes, but he’d called him yesterday, and he doesn’t want to be so needy. He’s thought about messaging Isa, but he isn’t really sure what he would say. He’s sure they’re all busy anyway. Possibly even hanging out together. Without him. As is likely the new normal already.

Lucas had been so sure he’d found his new normal already, too, but nothing feels normal about his situation anymore. He feels more stupid than anything. He doesn’t know what he’s been thinking. He doesn’t know how he has managed to mess everything up so massively already.

Jens was offering him friendship, and of course Lucas went overboard with it. Of course he’s a fool.

He’s spent the weekend rewatching the vlogs. He’s already in that deep.

It goes against all his rules, but he can’t bring himself to stop. He can’t get any of it out of his head. He can’t stop feeling Jens’s hands on his hips, or his breath on his ear. He can’t stop remembering the pump of his heart when Jens has done nothing more than smile. He can’t stop imagining what Jens might have done, if Lucas hadn’t pulled away from their dance, if Lucas had made up for it when Jens pulled him down to sit in front of him by leaning right back against his chest. He can’t stop considering all the possibilities that have never been possible in the first place.

He can’t stop seeing Jens with her, looking entirely at home.

He’d avoided Instagram entirely yesterday, resisting the temptation to open Jens’s message or stalk his page or Jana’s for any possible torture. He hates how dramatic his heart is being. He knew not to expect anything, and he’d let himself get much too carried away anyway. Jens had just seemed so close and so possible. Now Lucas is realising the boy is probably even more like Kes than he thought.

Lucas is long over that, but there’s still a leftover sting regardless, even as he cringes at his own thoughts and thoughtless actions. It makes him feel worse, sometimes, now that the feelings have slipped away, to look back at it, but he can’t quite bring himself to regret it.

It’s given him plenty of time to come to terms with everything. With himself. He can’t exactly bring himself to regret something that taught him so much.

It just obviously hasn’t taught him enough.

It’s in moments like this where a little of that self-hate returns with full force, and he can’t help wishing that he was just normal. It wouldn’t feel like this, if he was just crushing on a girl who didn’t return his feelings.

He might have no proof to back this up, but he feels pretty sure of it all the same.

It would be fine, if he thought it wouldn’t mess anything up with Jens. He’s mostly angry with himself because of how much he’s already letting it affect him. He had run from the party without even saying goodbye, and he hasn’t responded to the message that Jens had so sweetly sent him afterwards. Or to the second message Jens had sent him yesterday, saying that he hoped Lucas got there safe and was having fun. He’d laughed at the irony of it. He doesn’t know how to explain to Jens that he’s completely miserable, and that he hadn’t gone anywhere in the first place.

He’s lying in his bed in Antwerp, and he’s giving in and clicking on Jens’s Instagram story.

It’s a video of him at the skatepark, flying up the ramp towards the camera, grinning as he jumps off his board and pushes the person away. The responding giggles sound like they come from Robbe. He looks as beautiful as ever, and Lucas wishes more than anything that he could join them. The pained twist of his heart isn’t entirely strong enough to make him want to stay away. It’s just an additional ache.

He escapes the app in a rush and opens Spotify, hoping to distract himself. His fingers twitch, tempted to draw, but there’s already a cramp in them. It was all he’d done yesterday. He’d needed to get his thoughts out, needed to put his emotions on paper, in something real, and endless sketches had poured out, inspired by the past few weeks. He’d sketched Sander first, stood in the art shop with his camera and his smirk. He’d sketched Luca, taking care with her curls and her glasses, one eye closed in a wink, adding extra details as he refused to pour out his mind’s main focus.

It still hadn’t stopped him from creating a dozen sketches of Jens, most only half-completed, the image lost midway as another one came to the forefront.

He needs a break from feeling like this, for a while. Before he remembers that he has to return to school tomorrow, where it will be unavoidable.

He doesn’t get very far, unable to make up his mind, before a notification pops up at the top of his screen and destroys any notion of forgetting his feelings.

Jens has messaged him again. Undeterred, it seems, by Lucas’s previous lack of response.

hey, you’re probably still busy but I was wondering what time you would be back? I’m at the skatepark with the boys, and we’ll probably be here until late, if you wanted to join for a while

Before Lucas can even take this in, another message appears.

you’re probably staying with your friends until the evening though, so don’t worry about it

Lucas blinks at the message with furrowed brows. At first his heart twists, thinking Jens has changed his mind and is politely telling him not to come after all. But the rushed manner in which it had been sent makes him doubt himself, and he rereads it again, searching for the purpose of it. The meaning behind it. Another thought comes to mind, but he can’t quite let himself entertain it. That can’t be right.

There’s no way that Jens is nervous.

It sounds an awful lot like he might be, though, the more Lucas reads it over. He begins to feel a little bad. He hadn’t thought too much on what his distance might feel like to Jens. He hadn’t considered the idea that he’s being unfair. It isn’t Jens’s fault, that Lucas feels hurt. He couldn’t possibly know. Lucas hopes that he doesn’t know. To Jens, it probably feels like Lucas is ignoring him now that he’s with his friends in Utrecht. That he simply takes a back seat. Lucas is the terrible person for knowingly hurting him this way.

He can’t help but smile slightly, and then his hands are moving on their own, opening the message and typing a reply.

I’m already home

It appears as ‘seen’ almost instantly, and it takes just as little time for the typing bubble to appear.

you left early? is everything okay?

I never went

He watches the texting bubble appear and disappear a few times before quickly typing out another message.

came home to my dad waiting for me. he found my (very small) stash. wasn’t pleased.

The typing bubble doesn’t appear for long now.

shit

grounded? I was wondering why you hadn’t replied

Lucas hadn’t even realised that he was creating the perfect out for himself. It’s that simple. It probably makes sense, that his grounding would include a lack of phone privileges. It isn’t too extreme, especially if it includes the idea that he’d already gotten it back. He could let Jens believe that his father had dished out that mini, extra punishment. He won’t even be lying. Not really. He just won’t be mending Jens’s incorrect assumption. Skipping over a tiny detail.

yep. I am to remain in this house indefinitely

fuck

he couldn’t be convinced to let you out for even an hour?

Lucas blinks.

Could his father be convinced?

Can Lucas?

He doesn’t have to think about it too long.

let’s check

He locks his phone and slips out of bed, suddenly eager. Determined. Still, he’s slow and quiet as he opens his door, and he winces at the faint creak of the hinges. He tiptoes up the hallway towards the kitchen, running through what he should say, giving himself a bit of extra time. He needs to go into this with patience. He needs to stay resolute. His father will shut him down the instant he blows up, so he simply needs to keep his cool. Throw in some persuasion. It’ll be difficult, probably, but not impossible. Hopefully.

Only his father isn’t in the kitchen, or the adjoining sitting room. Lucas furrows his brows in confusion and moves back down the hallway. The bathroom is unlocked and empty, and his father’s door lies open, proving without any doubt that the room is unoccupied. He’s completely alone in the flat.

His heart thrums and his mind races in time with the quickening beat. He’s not the most passive person in the world, and he wouldn’t let himself be walked over, and he’s not a model citizen. This isn’t too far past his realm of disobedience.

His father is already beyond pissed, and while Lucas initially cringes at the thought, he shrugs it off.

Might as well go the extra mile.

He heads back to his room and pulls a sweater on over his t-shirt, a light pastel green Isa had once bought him. He snatches his denim jacket from the hook by the front door and swipes up his keys as he shrugs it on. He hesitates for half a second before returning to collect his skateboard from his room, and then he’s off.

I’m on my way

Jens’s response is instant.

fucking nice :D

Lucas’s lips quirk, and he shakes his head slightly, and feels unbearably fond. Jens is so easy. Everything he does is so easy. He’s a steadily burning flame, bright and warm and sure, and Lucas is another brainless moth. Drawn in and set alight.

He doesn’t even know how he’s managed to develop such a ridiculous crush so quickly. He just hopes he can get rid of it in the same manner. Maybe he should be giving himself more time, especially now that he has a genuine excuse. He could have stepped neatly away from Jens for a while with the excuse of his imprisonment and Jens would understand. Lucas knows he would. He knows that would be the best thing to do. It’s unfair to Jens and himself to indulge these feelings, the excitement and the urgency and the pleasure at the mere idea of seeing him.

But Lucas has been miserable the past few days, and it’s starting to make his head whir in much more dangerous directions. He just needs to appease it for a moment. He just needs to see Jens once and let his heart quiet.

He’ll be pleased, at this stage, to see any of them. It makes sense for him to want to join as many of these outings as he can. He’s just beginning to fit into this friend-group.

The skatepark is relatively full, as to be expected for a Sunday afternoon, but it takes Lucas no time to find them. His eyes seek out Jens automatically and he finds him easily where he’s now sat at the top of the half pipe, laughing at someone Lucas doesn’t bother looking at and occasionally glancing at his phone. Lucas has to pause for a second and gather himself, squashing down the mixed emotions that bubble up and plastering on a smile.

It’s only when he’s halfway towards him that he does a double take, catching sight of white-blonde hair. His smile slips into something more real, and some of his familiar bounce returns to his step as he heads towards them.

“Yo, Lucas!” The cheer comes unexpectedly from Moyo, and Lucas twists around until he can see him, jogging in the same direction to meet him as he finally stops next to Jens, kicking up his skateboard and catching the tip in his hand.

Jens smiles up at him, left eye squinting more than the right against the sun. He’s still wearing just a shirt and a deep red hoodie, but he looks soft and warm and pleased as Lucas sits down next to him. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Lucas returns, feeling uncharacteristically shy, nerves twisting in his chest. The party and the hours before it skim through his mind, and then the hours after and all of yesterday when he’d attempted to purge himself of all unwanted feelings, pushing this boy away in the process. He doesn’t deserve the easy friendship Jens has handed him. He’s taken advantage of such an innocent thing, and Jens has absolutely no idea. He wouldn’t look so fond if he did.

“You got grounded?” Moyo questions him as he swings up next to them, dropping down on Jens’s other side with furrowed brows.

Lucas shrugs, twisting his hands together in his lap. “Pretty much, yeah.”

“What? Why?”

Lucas twists around to look at Robbe, who has finally detached himself from his boyfriend long enough to notice Lucas’s presence and migrate over. Lucas catches Sander’s gaze over his shoulder and Sander brightens, slipping around Robbe to greet him. Lucas allows him to clasp their hands together with a grin, but ducks away when he moves to ruffle his hair.

“My little protégé. I was starting to think these idiots were never going to let me see you again.”

Lucas huffs, shaking his head as Sander simply drops down to sit cross-legged behind him. Robbe looks at Lucas and rolls his eyes fondly, and Lucas watches with a twist in his stomach as he sits down behind Sander, wrapping his limbs around him and letting him settle back against his chest. “You say that like I listen to them.”

Sander raises his brows at this, nodding approvingly, and this is when Jens makes a small noise in the back of his throat, strangled with confusion.

Lucas looks at him to see him glancing between him and Sander in deep concentration. “Have you already met?”

“Yeah, on Thursday at the art shop,” Sander says easily. “We had a very educational chat.”

Lucas snorts, thinking of the mini lesson Sander had given him on all his favourite dead, supposedly-gay artists as he led him around the store and then to an ice cream stand down the street, instantly winning Lucas’s heart. It may not have been the most educational experience, but it had been enough for Lucas to learn that Sander is someone he could get along with.

Jens swivels to look at Robbe. “You knew about this?”

Robbe hums. “Yeah?”

“Since when?”

“That night?”

Sander takes in Jens’s expression of utter betrayal and snorts, and Lucas can’t help but raise his own brow in amusement as Jens turns his pout towards him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Lucas tilts his head. “Why was I supposed to?”

Jens struggles to form a response to that, pout deepening, and Lucas really wishes he’d stop doing things like that. He wishes he would stop treating them as if they are so close, the way Robbe and Sander are close, sharing everything automatically and having a sunk-in understanding. He wishes Jens would make it easier for Lucas to let go of this idea of something more between them.

Sander knocks his leg against Lucas’s arm to get his attention, and his expression is dramatically serious. “Jens just gets a little jealous,” he mock-whispers, loud enough even for Moyo to hear him and let out a snort.

Jens’s pout shifts into a scowl and he rolls his eyes, and Sander knocks a leg against him instead in some semblance of apology. He raises his brows at Lucas, however, in a silent ‘told you’.

“What, you don’t seriously think Sander is going to steal me away or something, do you?” Lucas can’t help but tease, raising his brows in interest.

Moyo butts in with a laugh of his own, gesturing at Sander and hitting Jens’s arm. “Sander is basically a part of the group anyway, man. Where would he go?”

“That’s not the point,” Jens mumbles, mostly under his breath. Before anyone can question him on it, he’s turning back to Lucas and asking, “How’d you get your dad to let you out, anyway?”

Lucas shrugs, smiling sheepishly. “I didn’t. He wasn’t there, so I just left.”

“Ahh, a little rebel,” Sander teases.

Robbe huffs a laugh. “A match made in heaven.”

“Don’t encourage them,” Jens protests, leaving Sander sticking his tongue out at him. His gaze turns concerned as he looks at Lucas. “Won’t that make it worse for you when you get back?”

Lucas isn’t sure it can get much worse, but he can say with certainty that this is the happiest he’s been this weekend. It’s bad. This familiar warmth flooding through his chest under Jens’s gaze. It would probably be best for him, to be locked up at home.

But he can’t bring himself to regret this, either.

He gives another shrug, allows himself to smile, allows himself to enjoy how easily Jens returns it when he says, “It’ll be worth it.”

#van der stoffels #vds #wtfock #skam nl #sink or swim #vds season fic #sos clip

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S3A - E9

The last episode took me Hours to get through with all my notes, let’s hope this one doesn’t hurt my fingers so bad.

My fingers hurt too much to come up with a clever pun so Read More:

Thoughts:

This is a dumb first bullet point, but I love Tara’s hair. It looks like it’s braided or something, then in a bun at the back? I like it.

What exactly was the reasoning for her walking into the school alone like this? Let alone going That far into it? If it’s a 911 call that she’s so nervous about she has her hand on her gun, then shouldn’t there be more than one officer??

ALSO, that seems like Very Bad routine procedure? You got a 911 call (but we get no explanation as to what it was FOR) and the first thing you say when you see someone is “Why are you here?” shouldn’t you be asking “Who made the 911 call?” And then you tell them to leave, and to tell anyone Else they see to leave. When they could easily SEE the person you’re wanting to aim a gun at and TELL them to leave because there’s a cop in the school.

So I’m torn between Julia being just that sick and wanting to terrify each of her sacrifices (which...she talks about them like she’s Genuinely sad she had to kill them, but it was necessary to save the world, so that doesn’t sit right with me?) or fear being a Necessary part of the ritual, like, that the sacrifices Couldn’t be willing?

Honestly, Lyds, that’s so smart and reasonable. “I had to have the weird blackout to get here. YOU get to go find the body.”

What was the point of the staging in the shower room if she was gonna get thrown onto the sign?? Why move her at all?

ALSO if this is supposed to be a threefold death, then didn’t she do it wrong? She killed Tara by strangulating her, but didn’t do the head bash or the throat until after she’d moved her body, for some reason??? Don’t they need to happen like..near the same time?

No to mention that there wouldn’t be much blood bc her throat was slit After death, so the blood wasn’t pumping. Even laying her down wouldn’t render a large amount. But they’re going for horror, so...i guess i’ll let it pass.

Why does it feel like Julia is going after people close to STiles specifically? First Heather, now Tara? And then his Dad? That’s a weird coincidence when she’s got the entire town to choose from.

Also, sheriff, i love you, but ‘they’re not going to get away with killing one of our own.” is a REALLY fucked up line. Police getting pissed ONLY when other Police are the ones killed is SO FUCKED UP. Logistically, police are FAR more likely to get killed than citizens are, aren’t they? They’re the ones that’re supposed to be running into danger? Like, Soldiers don’t Only get pissed when other soldiers are killed, right? It’s literally like...your job to be in potentially fatal situations? that’s not even my point! My point is that your line implies that law enforcement was Half-assing it before a cop got killed. half a dozen people have died, so Beacon Hills should be Swarming with cops, but for some reason the big guns don’t come in until a cop dies? Your phrasing sucks, Noah. Were you gonna let them get away with it if they killed everybody BUT the cops? I’m being sarcastic on that last bit, btw.

I’ll admit, it’s nice to get some actual SUNSHINE in CALIFORNIA

Is Chris letting Allison stay home because she saw a dead body? FOr as long as she wants? I’m so confused, she’s seen Much worse things, shouldn’t it like raise an alarm that she’s choosing NOW to stay home?

Your badassery is tainted by the fact that you’re wearing a dress and fishnets, Allison. If you’re gonna go hunting put on some pants. or shorts AT LEAST. that’s just not Practical.

I love how blatant a lie Stiles is telling Julia in class. “do you play?” “No, my father does” when we Know he plays, and besides if his dad plays then stiles MUSt because that’s a two person thing most of the time? But no, he doesn’t want Julia to know Shit about him.

the loyalty of Lydia not going near Aiden after learning he killed Boyd is SO refreshing. I TOLD you, if she knew Aiden was a murderer she’d never have gotten with him in the first place.

NOt Derek. CORA. MY BABE BONDS FAST. (I mean, she was locked in a bank vault with him for however long)

FIrst off, I love Stiles losing his shit. Second, the acting here is so sub-par, and it looks like a writer’s mistake. okay, so, in acting, interruption is an ART. You have to let someone say enough to get their line across, but INterrupt them before they can finish in a way that looks natural. And you have to make sure not to come in late or you get an awkward pause (this is more common with newbies bc experience actors don’t stop their line, they keep it going until you figure it out.) So like The line is ...And shove it up your freaking--” Now, Scott needs to interrupt without being late, otherwise, unless Stiles Continues the line, he’ll pause after saying ‘freaking’ and it’ll be noticeable. here, the way scott interrupts him feels So Wrong, in part because he let’s Stiles get so far into his threat.

Also, I’m fucking pissed that Scott is downplaying how angry Stiles is. “okay, we get it.” is just...a garbage way to respond to a friend who’s hurting and clearly on edge, thinking Ethan is threatening him.

Exactly How do you “Know” Ethan didn’t want to kill Boyd? You weren’t there, fuckface.

Is this set after school? They’re shouting their heads off and no one’s coming? Even Stiles was shouting about wolfsbane.

THAT IS NOT HOW ACTUAL WOLF PACKS WORK YOU FUCKER. THAT’S A GARBAGE MYTH.

Hearing Cora’s little gasp as her head hit the wall hurt my heart.

Normally I’d be pissed about the girl standing back and not doing anything, but Lydia would be ripped apart and I do not blame her for shouting from the sideline.

I don’t understand what the hell is going on with the Chris stuff. Like, I guess he’s supposed to be looking into it on his own, but that still doesn’t explain where he got the information on this very specific ritual.

But I do understand Allison’s hesitance to outright ask her father what the fuck he’s doing, since last time that happened she was taken to a chained up derek in an underground tunnel system. Finding out her family are monsters is kind of her entire life, unfortunately.

Honestly, fuck yes. Cora go off. Though, I’m sad that no one is mentioning Erica, like At All. You realize she ALSO died at the hands of the ALphas, right? why does no one mention her when they talk about getting revenge?

I...am not talking about this scene.

I gotta say that I enjoy the fact that Allison called Stiles. That’s just...that’s p cool. BUT while it’s cute that her contact picture is from her conversation with Stiles in s2, it’s weird bc it’s a screenshot of the show, and we know that Stiles wasn’t taking pictures at that moment. But the effort is sweet!

I will say that it’s interesting that Cora doesn’t fight Stiles about helping him with his dad. She just finished yelling at Scott, Lydia, and presumably Stiles, and she’s clearly unhappy with literally everyone but Derek, but she’s been very humoring of Stiles. In every scene together, even when she’s snarking at him, she’s not an Asshole.

This conversation with Morrell makes...no sense. Scott literally said in the last episode that good liars wouldn’t have jumping heartbeats when they lied. Then he immediately went to ask Morrell if she was the killer and believed her (even though she’s sketchy as fuck) just because her heart didn’t jump. Wtf?

“But if I kill someone, I can’t be a True Alpha, right?” WHO SAID THAT EVER? WHO TOLD YOU THAT? SINCE WHEN? WTF?

I don’t know if it was intentional (maybe they mention it, but i haven’t gotten that far) but technically having this history teacher disappear leaves an empty class for Kira’s dad to fill when she shows up. Which is neat.

I will forever be angry that Aiden is touching Lydia here. He shouldn’t be near her. And that’s not even me being cranky! She IS PISSED AT HIM. She was avoiding him before today and even then the only reason she went near him was to act as a distraction.

Also, again, I am amazed at Cora’s PATIENCE with Stiles here. Seriously, they’ve clearly been there for a while as Stiles tries to find the words, but Cora didn’t just get pissed stand up and say “I’m a werewolf. People are dying. Help.” She continued to wait for him to talk.

When does stiles rearrange his room? I swear in the beginning of this season it was still in the previous formation with the corner bed sticking out and the desk under the window. Now the desk is facing a totally different direction and his bed’s up against the wall. It’s great, but like, when does it happen? Isn’t this literally the second time we’ve seen his room the whole season?

that’s such a weird text. “Mr Westover Missing” like I don’t know if it’s from Lydia or Scott, but you’re allowed to add some detail? Your keystrokes aren’t limited and there are no government agencies watching your texts for information.

Oh, poor Cora. I honestly wasn’t expecting to bond with her so quickly when I first saw her, but there’s something about getting to see characters being calm that really helps me vibe with them? Like, when they’re nothing but Fight Fight Fight it’s hard to actually relate in any way, but when you actually get to see them talk or relax, then you worry about that being taken away from them.

However much I hate Isaac and everyone else Constantly saying “But I want Scott here. We should ask Scott, blah blah blah” I will say that it’s getting REALLY annoying that Allison’s entire personality is “I”m going to run in with almost zero backup bc I want to be powerful and strong, but then I have to be saved bc I refused to ask for help in the first place.”

Wtf do you mean ‘i’m not that good at this yet’ Isaac? You’ve been a werewolf for literally like 5 months, only like two months less than Scott, and you were LIVING with a born werewolf for that ENTIRE time.

Chris you were shooting at nothing for like two-thirds of that time. That was an empty room. ALSO, if you’ve been there the whole time, why did you wait until he was dead to come out shooting?

Chris yells “help Him” and you go run to stand next to his body without bothering to pull him off the cord around his neck? You realize he might not be completely dead right? Or is his throat already cut?

Also, I wanna note, it was daylight when Cora passed out. Now it’s dark! He went to the ER with her and STAYED with her. I get that people say STiles is kind of callous, but he Constantly goes out of his way for near strangers, and I don’t think that should be overlooked.

No youfcking wouldn’t have Chris, you had tons of time while they were using the garrotte and you just stood there. They came in just before the kill was done, and except for Tara Julia has been leaving people’s bodies where they fall so she wouldn’t left right after. You were NOT ‘this’ close.

Yeah, yeah, and you’re both fucking guilty of being incapable of conversation. Chris you are the adult here, fucking act like it. You had a million chances to confront your daughter and you didn’t. Apparently that’s a habit she picked up from you.

What are they talking about, Scott healing himself?? He was thrown back, he wasn’t injured. I literally just went back and rewatched that scene. He falls backward and he’s completely fine. Stiles, there are so many better instances you could point to. For example, things that actually Happened.

That line is never gonna not hurt.

Stop touching Danny. Stop being near Danny. You are a literal serial killer, get your hands off him. GOD. your brother literally said he would murder danny if he saw you with him anymore, why are you putting him in danger? FUck you.

.....okay, lydia’s speech was meaningful until she fucking turned it into scott worship. Why couldn’t you have stopped at letting her say “maybe I’ll find them before it happens” Why couldn’t it be about HER for once? Why did you have to make it about how everyone thinks sunshine comes out Scott’s ass even though he’s literally not done a single thing to warrant it. He hasn’t Saved Anyone. He hasn’t done Anything to warrant all this trust. Lydia wasn’t there when he made Derek kill Gerard. SHE was the one to save Jackson. And Scott was the one who had to be saved BOTH when Allison had to stitch him up and when Stiles had to go after him in the gasoline. Jackson is the one who saved Lydia when Peter went after her. Scott Didn’t save deaton, that was Noah. He wasn’t the one who killed Peter, that was a combination of Stiles and Jackson’s molotovs and Derek’s claws. Scott wasn’t even the one to protect Lydia when Derek and the pack went after her, that was Stiles, Allison, and Jackson. SHe had no idea that Scott was even THERE until she ran out of the house. Scott didn’t stop Matt, that was Allison’s family scaring him off and then Gerard killing him. THe only possible thing that could count was him saving the two little kids while Boyd and Cora were running around in the woods, and Lydia doesn’t even KNOW about that. Scott has canonically done NOTHING worth all this faith and ‘leader’ nonsense.

were...were they hinting at a Scott/Lydia relationship before they brought Kira in? Holding hands isn’t really a friend thing...?

That....is the softest most broken little ‘hey’ that I’ve ever heard and I’m Instantly on the verge of tears, holy shit.

Derek, honey, what do you mean ‘not again’? You’ve never left Cora, unless you count moving to New York with Laura and Cora was in South America! This line would make so much more sense if they’d given us Any idea what happened to Cora after the fire.

Normally, i’d be annoyed that Melissa is just ignoring the laws about paperwork. I’d even be annoyed that she did it for the Sheriff. BUT, Melissa is in the know about the supernatural and she KNOWS that the murders are supernatural. I’m sorry but Supernatural needs trump human laws. Melissa is totally a boss for this.

EYYYY actual druid (specifically magician druids) thing they got right (though i’m not sure it was on purpose). Magician Druids were Very Well Known for their nature magic. For causing storms and droughts and high winds and fog. The building storm around the school is like, Peak magician magic.

God, it really....it really grinds my gears watching Isaac’s progression toward the most abuse he can find. You notice how, in season 2 when Derek was attacking the Betas on the regular and doing awful shit like breaking Isaac’s hands, Isaac was loyal as Fuck to him? (right up until randomly going to Scott to decide whether to leave town) Then, this season, we start off with Derek being pretty fucking gentle, there’s no indication that he’s been continuing the abuse. Isaac questions his command and Derek’s response is ‘do you trust me?’ to which Isaac easily says yes. In fact, Isaac asks Derek to be the one to hurt him for the memory seeking thing, and Derek refuses because he wants to do what’s Safer for Isaac.Then he throws the glass and Isaac bails bc it’s a direct reminder of what his dad did. Only he goes to Scott, who was incredibly violent toward him in the previous season. (And who we know will be violent toward him in the future as well) But the only time he lists away from Scott, is to go after Allison, who Tackled him to the ground and held a knife to his throat, and whose father inherently hates werewolves and is a constant danger to him. Yet he never goes in the direction of people who Haven’t hurt him. He could go to Deaton, who’d taught him the pain-drain thing and was nothing but kind to him in that short time. He could’ve gone to Boyd after Derek’s lashing out, his pack member, who would never hurt him. Hell, he hates Stiles’ guts, but he could still have gone to him. Stiles was the one to help Derek free him from Jail after all, and he’s not wanted anymore so Noah wouldn’t have anything against him. Stiles may have threatened Isaac to keep him from hurting Lydia, but he never personally laid a hand on him. But he went to Scott. Someone who’s beaten him bloody multiple times.

So, really focusing on the details here, but on Julia’s death record, her ‘jane doe’ occupation is listed as “Child” Oh, and apparently there was Froth present on the body.

Okay, so I think I understand what they’re saying. The reason Julia lived after getting to the hospital was because the birds sacrificed themselves and their life force kept her holding on. Now, either this was a spontaneous thing, and the birds did it For her. Or she Made them, because we know she doesn’t need to Be There to control weird shit. She could’ve set it up before she left the Nemeton or passed out or whatever. My confusion is. If that’s the explanation for the bird suicides, then what the Fuck happened on the first day when all the birds came crashing through the window?? There was no reason for that to happen. She was totally fine! And doing it to frighten people doesn’t make sense because she set off the radars of everything supernatural in town. (And Stiles.)

This kind of mass mind-control is kind of insane and makes the situation with Derek just That much more awful. I am so sickened.

Now, on the subject of the chanting, I assume it’s part of the ritual since it’s present at the deaths so much. The question is, where did Julia Get it? THOUGHTS: This chant isn’t present at any of the virgin kills. It’s not there with Heather, and while we don’t see the boy at the pool’s abduction/death, Emily Also didn’t hear it during her hallucination. What if it’s part of the virgin sacrifice perk? Like, Julia could Only Use it after killing the virgins, because it’s got some kind of mind-control thing about it?

Wh--why didn’t Julia tape her arms down before she woke up? Why make the garrotte before ensuring her victim couldn’t Punch her in the face??

I thought you JUST said she wasn’t going to be a sacrifice?

Still confused. You didn’t sacrifice Lydia, so that doesn’t count as the third philo, but then the teacher who died onstage wasn’t a threefold death, or the hanging thing, they just got their throat cut and they were poisoned. So....what? Was that supposed to count as your sacrifice?

Nobody TOUCHES Noah, who managed to be the only fucking cop on tv i’ve ever seen follow sensible procedure which is to shoot them in the fucking leg when they walk toward you menacingly, rather than threatening to shoot them in the head and doing nothing.

Final Thoughts:

There was a lot in this episode that didn’t make sense. It’s very clearly an amping up for the finale thing, but it’s annoying that after all this time they’ve essentially made the Alpha pack a time waster. The whole thing with getting Derek in the pack is relatively meaningless now that there’s a Darach going after the Alphas. I dunno, feels kinda off.

Anyway, onward.

#personal #TeenWolf-Rewatch #anti-Scott McCall

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SO I’M A TERRIBLE PERSON...

Hahaha! Guess who dropped off the face of the earth AGAIN? This guy! Well, anyways: Here is my contribution to the 2020 ROTBTD gift exchange! I swore I wouldn’t get on tumblr again until it was finished, but then life went insane.

@siodymph I am so sorry that it’s taken so long, and that this is so short, but I really hope you like it! Your very, VERY late Secret Santa!

Seashells

Rapunzel bit her bottom lip, squinting at her latest painting. It wasn't that she hated it or anything, but it just seemed off. No matter how hard she tried there was just that little nagging thought in the back of her mind slowly driving her insane the longer she looked at it.

"What do you think?" She asked without looking at the others who were standing there with her, staring at the painting with tilted heads.

"Rapunzel... It's white." Jack said.

"But it's not the Right white!" Rapunzel threw her arms up in the air, turning away from the painting so she could pace across her room. "I promised Eugene's dad that I would make the perfect flag for the Moon Kingdom in honor of their reconstruction and the treaty with Corona, but it won't be perfect if I can't even use the right colors!"

"What's the difference? It's white!" Merida questioned, looking between Rapunzel and the painted canvas.

"No! This is cotton white! I need pearl white! The flowers just don't look right without it!" Rapunzel huffed, looking through all of her paints and art supplies to see if by some miracle she still had some hidden somewhere. "Moon Flowers are the designated symbol of the Moon Kingdom, and if this flag is going to fly above their castle for the next few centuries, the least I can do is make it the right shade of white! But of course I don't have anymore and I've already been to three different shops in the city; No one has it!"

"Well, you know how to make all your paints, don't you? Why don't we just get the ingredients and you can make it yourself." Hiccup suggested, and Rapunzel sighed.

"It's not that simple! This paint is made from special seashells found on a specific beach three days away from here. Gothel only ever got them for me once! Okay, well, twice! But the second time is when I asked her to go get them so I could leave the tower and I never actually got the shells so I never got to make the paint! Not to mention to boil it down and make the paint would take at least a full day . Already that's a whole week and we have to leave for the Moon Kingdom in five days!" Rapunzel stressed, part of her brain told her that if she kept biting her lip like that she was going to split it.

"That's an easy fix! With Toothless it should only take a day to get there. We'll spend the night and be back with plenty of time for you to make the paints." Hiccup said, looked over at Toothless who looked up from where he was napping at the foot of Rapunzel's bed upon hearing his name.

"Sweet! Flying Trip!" Jack pumped his fist into the air.

"It has been a while since we went adventuring." Merida grinned.

"I don't know," Rapunzel hesitated. "Normally when we try to do something like this, something happens and then we end up in some kind of trouble. Remember last time? When Hiccup had a cold?"

"It was not my fault!" Merida snapped to attention, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Never again." Jack muttered, shivering.

"I don't remember much from that one, but even if it does take a little longer than it's supposed to, Toothless and I can fly you to the Moon Kingdom to make up for time. Just tell your dad it's super important, I'm sure he'll understand." Hiccup shrugged.

"Or, don't tell him anything and if he comes looking, we stall for as long as we need." Jack offered, leaning against his staff with a playful smirk.

They all looked at each other for a few minutes, considering their options...

~*~*~

"WHOOHOO!" Rapunzel shouted, her hands up in the air as Toothless and Hiccup angled along an air-current, gliding across the sky in a smooth swoop.

Jack popped up next to them, floating along on his staff with his arms behind his head as her reclined backwards. Merida rode on the back of Toothless's saddle, reading the map as best she could while it flapped in the wind.

"We're almost there now!" Merida announced, glancing down below at landmarks and pathways. "There's a town just a few miles from the beach coming up. If we're lucky, they might already have the paint made there."

"We should take a rest. Toothless isn't used to carrying so many people, and it's usually better to go in on foot then to land a dragon in the middle of town." Hiccup reminded them with a wry smile, peering over the Night Fury's shoulder to look for a good landing place.

"Oh, so we're not going to strike fear into the hearts of innocent villagers today. Good to know." Jack chuckled, flipping around and grabbing his staff in one hand to look down at the earth.

"We've never tried to scare people, Jack!" Rapunzel argued.

"Speak for yourself!" He quipped and Hiccup snorted, trying to hold in a laugh. Toothless didn't bother hiding his dragon-chuckle.

"Anyways," Merida cut in, sticking her tongue out at Jack, who was rolling his eyes at her. "There's a forest down there. Plenty of space for Toothless while we go into town!"

"Sounds like a plan. Let's go, bud!" Hiccup grinned patting Toothless's shoulder.

The two moved in sync as they tilted to one side and began their descent towards the earth. Air rushed up around them, and Rapunzel's heart fluttered in her chest at the exhilaration from it all.

Within the hour, Toothless was settled by a nice rock formation that offered him a decent enough hiding place and a small clearing to stretch his limbs while the Four made their way towards the town. The town had a port, so there was more activity than in most with ships sailing in and out, goods coming and going, people traveling. Though it was small and less visited than the larger ports like Corona itself, the town was still thriving and teeming with excitement.

The crossroads before the town had a tall picket with road signs nailed into it. One way led into the town, another path led to the beach, and a third path led out to the pasture land where sheep and cattle with grazing. Right below the picket was a fairly new-looking sign in red paint: Unauthorized Collecting of Seashells is strictly Prohibited! Violators will be Arrested!

"Now what's that about?" Merida demanded, her fists on her hips.

"Looks like we need to come back tonight with Hiccup in a wig." Jack said.

"I am not going to be the distraction! You like being the center of attention so much, you go and do it!" Hiccup grumbled.

"Okay, fine! How about plan B?" Jack asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Plan B only works if we get caught! The whole point of this is to not get caught!" Hiccup exclaimed.

"We are not breaking the law!" Rapunzel told them. "I'm sure it's just regulation to keep people from over-harvesting the seashells. Let's go into town and see if we can find a vendor who knows more."

"Okay, but remember we can always just tell Bunny that some guy in town said the Easter Bunny's a total wuss, and that'll be plenty of distraction!" Jack grinned.

"This is why the Yeti's don't let you go anywhere in the Pole unsupervised." Merida told him as they walked towards the town.

The fast-paced bustle of the town was even more intense when one was right in the middle of it, but Rapunzel had gotten used to crowded environments from living in Corona and exploring the city, and also with her traveling with her friends. Haggling though, was a skill that she just couldn't seem to get the hang of, so when they reached the market and began looking at the different vendors and shops, Rapunzel and Jack took a step back and followed after Merida and Hiccup.

Merida had the attitude of a pauper and, much to her mother's chagrin, had spent a good portion of her childhood haggling with townspeople and sailors whether on her own or alongside her father. Hiccup, by comparison, was simply a Viking. Trading and Haggling was one of many occupational necessities and also something he was especially trained in as future Chief.

Ambling up to the different booths and extracting goods for reasonable prices, or even just information with little trouble, was something the pair had down pat. So it wasn't surprising when fifteen minutes after entering the market district, Merida returned to the group with information on where to find the Seashell vendor.

"Guy was pretty tight-lipped about it, and he said the old hag's a bit crazy, but I told him we've dealt with worse. Anyways, he said she'll be down the road, 'round the corner from the tavern." Merida explained.

"Great! Let's go see her, then!" Jack jumped up from the fountain ledge he and Rapunzel had been seated on, pulling Rapunzel to her feet beside him.

Again the Four were off to their next destination, finding themselves walking deeper into the town. The closer they got to the large storehouses by the docks, the more dreary things became. No one was about on the street, and those who were looked on with watchful, skittish eyes. Rats ran about underfoot and the seagulls perched on lamp posts looked slightly deranged.

"Are we sure this is the place?" Hiccup asked, his eyes moving over to the tavern as a man stumbled out and barfed into the gutter.

"That's what the shop handler said, but it wouldn't be a surprise if he'd lied. He was a bit seedy looking." Merida shrugged.

"Merida! I'm sure he was a very nice man! We haven't even seen the inside yet! I'm sure as soon as we cross through that door, we'll see the Seashell vendor!" Rapunzel smiled confidently, turning towards the door and tapping out a cheery tune with her fist.

The door swung open very slowly with a low creak and they all tilted their heads to see inside the crack the door caused. It was dark inside.

"Well, that's creepy." Hiccup muttered.

"Come on, guys! It's not that bad..." Rapunzel tried, tiptoing closer as she gently poked the door open with her index finger. The door gave a louder creak as it swung open further, and Rapunzel's voice wavered a bit at the sight of more dark shadows. She gave a nervous chuckle. "Okay... Well, I'm sure it'll look better from the inside."

"I'd rather not get jumped in a dark room in the back of an alley today, thank you." Hiccup said, holding his hands up in a defensive gesture.

"I might have to agree with Hicc on this one." Jack glanced between Rapunzel and Merida, looking rather hesitant.

"Oh, honestly!" Merida huffed, stomping passed them and up to the door. "Here, I've got a flare in my bag."

"Why do you have a flare?" Jack wanted to know.

"In case I have to see inside creepy dark rooms, or get lost in the woods, or want to have a party with explosives." Merida said with a smile. "But also my brothers bought some off of a foreign trader last week. I promised not to tell mom as long as they gave me a couple."

"I love your brothers!" Jack grinned.

Merida pulled out the flare and struck it against the stone wall of the building. A bright flame sparked to life and Merida held it up as she and Rapunzel stepped further into the room together. The boys quickly followed in behind, and the Four shuffled forward quietly and slowly. The flare threw strange, flickering shadows across the room, and the four friends pressed closer together as they stared at all of the figures of fanged and clawed creatures.

"Are these... Bears?!" Merida exclaimed.

"What are they made of?" Hiccup asked, squinting at the closest figurine.

There were sculptures, cutouts, carved plank art, toys, moving trinkets, clocks, plant holders, and so much more. Everything had Bears. Small bears, big bears, slim bears, big round bears. There were so many bears made out of little white...

"These are shells." Jack said.

"And this whole thing seems very famil- AHH!" Merida screamed jumping back and slamming into the other three. They all stumbled, and Rapunzel fell against a shelf, rattling everything on it, but the tall sculpture on the very top tipped over and fell to the floor, shattering with a loud clattering of a hundred different shells.

"What is going on in here?!" A new voice shouted. There were two claps, and suddenly the blinds were thrown on the curtains and several candles were lit, filling the whole room into light.

The Four looked up from where they were piled on the ground, finding themselves in the middle of a shop filled to the brim with bear-themed shell-crafts. At the very center of it all, stood a woman that had Merida's jaw dropping open.

"You!" Merida shouted, throwing a finger towards the old woman standing before her.

"Oh! Hello there, dearie! So good to see you again! I hear that spell worked out pretty well for you, hmmm?" The old Bear Witch beamed at her, with her wide eyes that blinked slightly out of sync, the same ragged-looking crow looming on her shoulder.

"YOU?!" All four of the young adventurers shouted, recognizing the old witch almost immediately from their first major calamity of a quest in Scotland.

"What are You doing here?!" Merida demanded, stomping to her feet with her arms stuck straight by her sides and her hands clenched into fists.

"Oh, oh, oh! Well, Dearie, after you bought all of my carvings, I had to set up shop elsewhere! Getting wood out in these parts isn't so easy, though. But they've got plenty of these nifty little shells laying around!" She cackled, gesturing to all her art pieces. "Course I had a bit of trouble getting around those pesky bandits who decided they owned the beach! A few cakes seemed to do the trick just fine!"

She snapped her fingers and several larger pieces flew to the sides, revealing a cage with two bears inside wearing scrappy-looking vests and hats. One of them had a gold tooth. Merida stared at them before looking back at her friends, but they seemed as speechless as her.

"Well, anyways, what can I do you for? A paper weight? A planter box? Oh! How about this lovely little wall piece I finished just the other day!" She beamed, holding up a rather tacky sea-shell image of two bears reaching for one another.

"Oh, hehehe, we, um," Rapunzel coughed a little to clear her throat and then twirled her fingers around each other as she continued. "We just came here to collect some loose shells to make some paint. We thought maybe we would have to speak with the beach owners, but I guess that's not too much of an issue now."

"Oh, not at all dearie! There's a pile in the back! Help yourself! I need to get this cage ready! I've got a circus leader coming to pick these boys up in just a few hours!" The old witch grinned and then let out a shrieking cackle.

She turned and hobbled towards the back of the shop as Merida took a large, decisive step backwards to rejoin her friends.

"Should we do something?" She whispered to them.

"I really don't want to get turned into bears." Hiccup replied.

"But it can't be right to just leave those guys as bears... Is it?" Merida nodded at the two bears that... well, they didn't look unhappy with their forms. One was napping, and the other was licking himself.

"I mean, they're bandits. Let's be honest. If we'd gotten here first, we would've argued over how it's not right for them to claim ownership of the beach, they would've disagreed, then we would've fought them, eventually win and turn them over to the police. They'd spent the better part of the rest of their lives in jail. At least like this they can spend their time in the circus. That sounds pretty fun, right?" Jack offered, his tone wavering back and forth as he tried to make it sound less terrible.

"Jack, that's terrible!" Rapunzel said.

"What? I'm just saying; she gets to enjoy her creepy witch powers, they don't go to jail, we don't get tied up in something that will lead to Another lecture from your parents and North and Eugene. This seems like a win-win situation all around." Jack tried to be reasonable.

"He does have a point! I mean, we generally do good things, but that doesn't mean our moral codes have to be perfect." Hiccup remarked, and Jack nudged Hiccup's arm with a grin.

"That's not funny!" Rapunzel retorted.

"It's a little funny. But you two have definitely spent way too much time with Snotlout and the twins." Merida amended. Rapunzel snorted and turned towards the witch, much to her friends' horror.

"Um, excuse me? Miss... Miss Witch-Carver?" Rapunzel said as politely as possible.

"Yes, dearie? Find something you like?" The witch turned, grinning enthusiastically at the thought a possible sale.

"Ahem, not exactly... I was just wondering; those two aren't going to be like that Forever... Are they?" Rapunzel cringed at the way her voice squeaked even in her own ears, and the witch raised one large eyebrow at her before cackling and waving her off.

"Oh, no! Of course not! This spell is only temporary! The circus leader owes me a pretty penny for a marvelous piece I gave to him two weeks ago. He promised to send the payment, but never did. I'm going to change these two back into blundering buffoons right before show time! That'll show that slimy circus man!" The witch grinned, and Rapunzel's arms hung at her sides. She had no idea how to respond to the old woman.

"So, what I'm hearing is, you already caught the bad guys trying to own the beach and we can go collect our own shells without the risk of becoming bears or being subject to strange witchy-revenge later down the line." Jack stated, looking back at Hiccup and Merida, who both nodded frantically.

"Aren't you a bit worried about what all of them will do after you cause such a big fiasco?" Rapunzel wondered.

"I'm a witch, dearie, not one of them is going to come around here again if they know what's good for them!" She said, whacking the cage bars with a broom to emphasize her point.

Rapunzel opened her mouth to continue, but Merida grabbed her arm and started pulling her out of the small shop as the bears growled and roared while the Witch shouted back at them angrily. Jack held the door open, and Hiccup gave a small wave.

"We'll just be going now. Thanks for all your help." He forced out a grin, but there was a grimace in his tone, and then the four quickly filed out of the shop onto the front porch, letting the door slam shut behind them.

They stood side by side there for a few moments, processing, until Jack finally broke the silence.

"Pretend that never happened?" He suggested.

"Agreed." The others immediately nodded and they hurried back up the street they had come from.

Collecting the shells from the beach and returning to a napping Toothless was a quick and easy affair. They arrived back at the castle with plenty of time for Rapunzel to make her paint and finish the flag for the Moon Kingdom, and she even convinced Eugene to talk his father into extending her invitation to include Jack, Merida, Hiccup, and Toothless. Though, that was only under the agreement that they remain with the group at all times and agree to have Cass and Varian watching them the whole time.

Rapunzel knew it was a bit of a stretch to promise that nothing happen, so she simply agreed that they wouldn't try to cause, or go looking for, any kind of trouble. Jack, Merida, and Hiccup had all agreed with varying degrees of less-than-enthusiastic, but were happy to be attending.

Later that week, when the festivities were coming to an end and Rapunzel had finally found a quiet moment alone with Eugene, he asked about what they'd gotten up to while he was away helping his father.

"I mean, knowing the four of you, I probably shouldn't be asking, but also I'm concerned because I wasn't there and Cass and Varian haven't taken a single one of my warnings seriously because they haven't Seen the sort of stuff you four get into!" Eugene was rambling a bit, and Rapunzel chuckled nervously as she rubbed her arm.

"Well... No one got arrested this time." Rapunzel offered.

"What kind of a response is that?!" Eugene blurted out, fear washing over his face.

"I mean, we may have come across a gang war between a witch and some bandits who tried taking over a small beach town and a circus leader, but we all agreed to walk away before things got weirder!" Rapunzel explained. "I think it was mostly because Hiccup and Jack didn't want to get turned into bears, and you know Merida's had her fair share of bear stories."

"Most people don't have Bear Stories." Eugene informed her with a rather dry look.

"I like to think that we're special." Rapunzel smiled, and Eugene sighed rubbing a hand down his face.

"You most definitely are." Eugene chuckled, smiling back at her. "And I'm going to go with my first instinct of 'I don't want to know'."

"That's probably for the best," Rapunzel said. "It wasn't the most eventful trip we've had anyways."

"Oh, yeah, sounds like it." Eugene agreed easily, and Rapunzel made a face at him for the sarcasm. They both laughed, but were cut off by a loud crashing noise from another room.

"IT WASN'T ME!" Jack's shout came after a few seconds of silence and Eugene sighed heavily, trudging off to find the others with Rapunzel close on his heels.

#rotbtd #the big four #mini adventure #rapunzel #jack frost #merida #hiccup #toothless #seashells #not a beach espisode #it's kinda random #humor #oneshot #writing #I cannot apologize enough

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Living Life Through a Lens: Chapter Fourteen

Chapter 14: Now You Can Finish

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: smut

A/N: Just wanted to say that I’ve uploaded this chapter and the next one in the event that some of you don’t like to read smut. I tried my best, so if it’s horrible please forgive me! LOL. As always, thank you for reading(:

[12:34 AM EST]

It was an hour after everyone decided that it was time to head to bed before the early flight back to South Korea the next morning. While Jennie was in the bathroom doing her nighttime routine, you lied horizontally across your bed, reading through the fifty-page report Ethan had sent you two weeks ago. In it, were the details of phase two of the documentary, such as the strict rules and regulations that Universal and YG Entertainment put in place for when filming would begin. The start of the second phase was only days away, and your procrastination only added to your anxiety. You could feel the muscles in your neck begin to tense up and if you thought about it long and hard enough, it would radiate into the rest of your upper back muscles.

The report sat on your nightstand for days, and at night when you returned to go to sleep, thoughts like ‘I have lots of time,’ or “I’ll get to it tomorrow, I promise,’ swirled in your head. Now phase two was just around the corner, and you were rushing to finish it. Never in your life were you this sloppy.

What also didn’t help, was the fact that you had difficulty concentrating on anything much less reading a boring report. Ever since your heated makeout session with Jennie, only the details of that night ran through your head. When you were brushing your teeth, showering, cooking, or simply just sitting, the thoughts took over.

Over the last few days you took it upon yourself to mess with her. Sometimes it was by accident as your hand would brush up against her inner thighs during breakfast, and other times it was on purpose. Everything from neck kisses to whispering provocative things in her ear, nothing seemed to push her over the edge. If it bothered her, she hid it well. So, you gave up. If she wasn't ready, then she wasn't ready.

While reading the report, from time to time you caught yourself eyeing Jennie. When you last looked, she was in the bathroom, but when you noticed her making her way toward the bed your eyes quickly darted back to your paper.

You hadn't noticed, but eventually she stopped and stood in the spot where your feet hung over the side of the bed and said, “Y/N, look at me.”

Occupied and with your eyes still scanning the report, you said, “hold on one second love, this part is important.”

She waited, and instead when minutes had gone by, she plucked the report right out of your hands and threw it on the ground. The sound of the paper hitting the floor was oddly satisfying. With a confused look on your face, you sat up looking at the papers that were now scattered all over the ground, and then at Jennie. When your eyes finished making their way up her body, you realized she was only wearing your favourite shirt. Emphasis on the only.

Looking back, if you were honest, you didn’t have a favourite shirt, but you needed to take Jennie’s mind off of the sweater Irene had given her. What were you thinking Irene? Was your first thought when she told you where she got it from, or rather who. This particular shirt did have sentimental value to you though. Apart from the large signing bonus you were given, Universal also gave you customized director’s gear for your first official job with the company. Along with the clothing and equipment, they also gave you a directors chair with your name on it, but you found it tacky so you left it as an art piece in one of your homes.

Snapping back to reality, when you really looked at the shirt on Jennie, it hung loosely on her body as it did yours. Yet somehow she managed to make it look sexy. Focus Y/N.

Still unsure of what she wanted, you waited for her to continue on with what she was going to say. But instead of talking, she put her hands on your shoulders while she moved to straddle your legs. When she took your face in her hands and kissed you passionately, finally did you figure out what she had in mind. By her ragged breath and the slight tremble in her hands, you could tell she was nervous.

Her hands that cupped your face migrated to the back of your neck. As if to make you suffer on purpose, she very slowly left kisses travelling from your mouth, to your jaw and then to your neck. When she finally made it to your neck, she sucked the spot where she knew she could earn a moan from you. Leaning your head back you were able to give her more access. Breathlessly and in between kisses you said, “let’s not stop this time.”

As the words left your mouth you could feel her smile against your skin. Before she could kiss you any more, your hands found the hem of her shirt and you lifted it over her head. Eventually that too, got thrown on the ground. Now all that was left was her underwear, and from where you were, you could only admire how she looked before you. The sight alone caused you to lean back against the bed on your elbows. Please don’t be a dream. Please. Your brain screamed.

When she caught you staring for too long, she pushed you down further, and whispered in your ear, “come on. Be selfish with me Y/N. Please.”

She didn’t have to ask twice and immediately you grabbed her by the waist so you could flip her over. Now with you hovering above her, you were in control. While kissing her neck and running your hands all over her body, you asked, “what do you want Jennie?”

Weakly she let out, “you.”

“You already have me. What else?” You asked as you continued to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses down her throat all the way to her stomach. As you made your way down, you could feel her abs tense at the slight touch of your mouth. You could also hear what you thought were the sounds of her fingers trying to grasp the sheets, and when you took the time to look, you saw her knuckles turning white as her grip tightened.

Letting out a frustrated laugh, she said, “you really are going to make me ask, huh?”

“I can’t give you what you want unless you tell me.”

You didn't need a hint. But as soon as she told you what she wanted, you would happily oblige, you just needed her to suffer for a little bit longer. By the tone in her voice you knew she was growing impatient, and you were too. “I want you to kiss me Y/N,” she said.

When you were about to go for her face she stopped you and put pressure on your shoulders to get you to move down. “Not here,” she said referring to her upper lips, and with her eyes she looked down.

When it clicked, right away you were on your hands and knees on the ground next to your bed. Kissing down to her navel and then lightly over her underwear your head was now in between her legs. Instinctively, when you kissed her inner thighs her legs flexed around your head. With her eyes shut and out of breath she said, “come on baby, no more teasing.”

With both of your hands, you pulled her last piece of clothing off and threw them on the ground with the rest of the things that seemed to pile up. Finally getting what she wanted you could hear her gulp and throw her head back against the bed. You didn't let her see it, but you were nervous. It had been months since you last did this, so you started off with what you knew and wished that it would work.

To her surprise, you pulled her closer to you so that her legs were hanging off your shoulders. She had waited for you long enough and it was evident by her already dripping centre. But before getting a taste, you took two fingers and ran them over her lips, sometimes sinking in more than you intended and that alone caused Jennie’s hips to stir. From now on you would have to hold her down with one arm. When you pulled your fingers back, you noticed that they came back coated in her juices. “My god baby. You're so wet.”

When she didn't say anything, you looked and up her eyes were closed forcefully, and she was biting her lip so hard you were sure it would be bruised tomorrow morning.

While holding her down with your arm you licked in between her folds stopping at her clit. When you surrounded her clit with your lips, her back arched off the bed causing her hips to grind against your mouth. One arm wouldn't be enough but you needed a free hand, so you had to tell her, “Babe I can't do this right, if you keep moving.”

You waited for a bit, and then continued dragging your tongue up and down her throbbing centre. And when you pushed in with your tongue, you earned a moan from her each time. “Fuck Y/N, just like that.”

To pick up the pace, you slid two of your fingers in, going all the way until she met your knuckles. As her walls parted against your fingers, a slew of profanities left her mouth. Gradually, you increased your speed, all the while you continued to pay attention to her clit. In between her moaning, she managed to say, “fuck baby don't stop. Just a little bit faster.”

Pumping at a faster speed you could feel her walls tighten around your fingers. When you curled your fingers inside of her she let out a loud moan and right away she bit onto her hand. Every now and then Jennie would pull you further into her and clamp her thighs around your head, but it still wasn't enough for her. Due to your change in pace, she reached for the back of her knees and pulled her legs toward her, which was probably to give you more space to her soaking entrance.

By the way her breathing was changing and her knuckles turning white at gripping her legs, she had to be close. “Cum for me Jennie,” was all you said, and after a few pumps she released around your fingers.

The arm that you held her down with, you let up so she could ride her orgasm out. Her hips grinding slowly against your mouth and fingers as she came undone. Desperately she searched for something to cling to. Extending your now free arm, you reached for her hand and instantly she entwined her fingers with yours. Her grip was so strong and her nails were digging into your skin, leaving red crescent shaped marks near your knuckles.

After pulling out your fingers, you kissed your way up her body. On your way up to her face, you noticed her neck glistened with sweat and that her flushed chest was rising and falling at a fast but slowing rate. You pressed a lingering kiss on her jaw just before reaching her lips. Once she opened her eyes, right away she was met with yours and she smiled; the creases near her eyes couldn’t be more evident. Though, before you could appreciate them, she kissed you while her hands migrated down toward your stomach.

Caught up with her tongue in your mouth, she flipped you over and sat on top of you. The warmth you felt through your shirt, you could only guess was her juices spilling out of her. In the middle of kissing her, your eyes read the clock on your wall. It was five hours before you had to leave for the airport. She was just about to pull your shirt off when you grabbed her wrists and stopped her. You laid back and closed your eyes. Am I really going to do this?

Letting out a forceful laugh you said, “as much as I want to continue, we have to stop or else we won't make it to the airport later.”

With a sad look on her face she began, “but I haven’t–”

Looking her in the eyes now, you cut her off and took her hands that were on your face in your own, and reassured her by saying, “–It’s okay. We’ll always have more time.”

[8:33 AM EST]

Good morning and welcome aboard Air Canada ladies and gentlemen. Currently it is 8:33 AM EST and just as a friendly reminder, this morning we will be flying from Toronto, Canada to Seoul, South Korea. In just a few moments we will be taking off, so if you would kindly listen to the safety procedures my colleague and I have prepared, we will be on our way.

You've heard the same message a thousand times over, the only thing that changed was the name of the airline and the places that you travelled to and from, but to be polite you paid attention anyway.

When the flight attendants finished explaining all the safety procedures, they made their way through the aisles to check that everyone had their seatbelts fastened. There was rarely anyone on the plane so it was a quick walk up and down the aisles. Once they gave everyone a smile and thumbs up, they too headed to their seats.

Sitting back comfortably in your chair, you looked out the window to see the plane beginning to taxi and the tiny people on the ground waving their lightsticks to guide the pilot. When you looked over to the other side you saw Jennie tightly gripping the armrests beside her and her head firmly against the headrest. To try and take her mind off the nervousness she felt, you placed your hand on hers for reassurance. Right away she took your hand in hers. “Once we're in the air I’ll be okay,” she told you.

Evident by the growing noise coming from the airplane engines, you guys were beginning to take off. It was a slow crawl along the runway at first, and then gradually the plane accelerated. In just a few seconds, the plane was hurtling down the runway so much that you felt more pressure pushing your back against the seat. And a few moments later the plane leveled out and you felt the pressure relieve itself. When a dinging noise rang throughout the cabin and the seatbelt light switched off, you felt Jennie relax beside you.

Now that Jennie was relaxed, you could relax too. After unbuckling your seatbelt, you bent over and took out the report you had packed away in your bag. It was a long flight and by the end of it, you hoped to be finished reading it. It took you a minute to settle as the papers were all mixed up and crumpled from the night before. Remembering the events of last night you smiled to yourself. Once it was sorted, you began reading from the very beginning; it was difficult to remember the details of what you already read.

In the middle of your reading, you saw Jennie put up the divider that was between her seat and the aisle. It was much more of a wall really. It was tall enough that the flight attendants would have to crane their neck in to get a good look. She must want to go to sleep, you thought, and with that you quickly returned back to the report.

However, a few more pages in, you felt Jennie’s hand migrate from your arm over to your thigh. You ignored it and tried your best to pay attention to the words that filled the paper, but then her hand moved further and was getting dangerously close to your centre. Before you could look over and question her intentions, she leaned over and started kissing your shoulder. And then your neck, and then the spot behind your ear. “Jennie…I need to finish this report,” you whispered as you tried to push off her lips.

But right away, she went back to kissing the same spot behind your ear. In a seductive tone she whispered, “and you will, just as soon as I’m done with you.”

The way she was kissing you, you couldn't get her to stop no matter how hard you tried. And after reminiscing about last night, you wanted this too. So being happily defeated, you slid the report in the armrest closest to the window and enjoyed her touch. Her hand continued to rub you through your clothes, but gradually she increased the pressure. When you looked down, without you noticing, she had placed the blanket she had in her lap over yours. It was a small blanket and it barely just covered your lap, but with the way she had you feeling, it was the least of your worries.

Her hand soon stopped rubbing up against your pants and made its way up to your zipper. Very quickly and smoothly, she unzipped your pants and slid her hand down in the heated space of your core. The touch instantly causing a hike in your breathing. “You have to be quiet baby,” she cooed in your ear. You could feel her smile against your skin as she said it.

She started off rubbing up and down your slit, and when one of her fingers dipped in, you gripped the armrest so tightly that you were sure you heard a crack.

“Promise me you won't cum until I say,” she said as she pulled back.

From her contact and the seductiveness in her voice, you swear you could have came onto her fingers, but you held back. Faintly you let out, “okay I promise.”

You steadied your breaths as she continued going up and down with her fingers at irritatingly slow speeds.

Unintentionally, you shifted in your seat grinding against her fingers, and managed to drive one of her fingers into you. Right away, Jennie pulled her finger out. Wanting so badly for her to keep going, you kept your hips still and only then did she continue. Jennie was the next one to shift in her seat trying to get a better angle as she slowly began to circle your clit with her middle finger. You relaxed and let the pleasure run through your body, even going as far as letting go of the armrest.

However, that was all short lived when she found her rhythm. Teasingly she alternated between slow and fast speeds. Rubbing your clit and then inserting her fingers. In and out. Partly because you didn’t want to get caught, but also because she was so skilled, within minutes she had you right up on the edge. But just before you could finish, she stopped and pulled her fingers away.

All the air that was in your lungs rushed out. Your head fell forward causing you to grab a hold of her arm to keep you from falling over. In your head the cabin was spinning, when in reality the plane could not have been more level. In an effort to stop the dizziness you felt, you shut your eyes and only focused on what Jennie had to say in your ear.

“This is for all the mind games you’d play...”

Suddenly her fingers started moving against you, and right away you could feel your stomach tighten up again. And then she stopped, to make sure you could only focus on her voice.

“For all those accidental touches underneath the table...”

Once again her fingers started moving, but at an even faster speed. When you tightened your grip on her arm, that’s how she knew it was the right time to stop. Whispering in your ear she said,

“For all the teasing that you enjoyed at my expense...”

Again, as expected, her fingers that rested on your lips started to move. Each time she picked up where she left off; her pace quickened. Putting a pause on her movement once again, in your ear she said, “and by far the worst of them all. For making me wait.”

This time, she didn’t continue and when you looked at her she finally asked, “I wanted to make you beg, but after last night I changed my mind. Are you ready to cum for me?”

Feeling overwhelmed you could only stifle a soft whimper and nod. She laughed and her fingers began to pick up speed as she hit the right spot. You encouraged her as she hit it over and over again, “don't stop baby. Right there.”

Within a few minutes she had you cumming all over her fingers, and swiftly you pressed your face into Jennie’s shoulder. Just in time, you managed to put your mouth on her neck to let out a moan, in hopes that the other passengers on the plane didn't hear what you guys were up to.

While riding the high of your orgasm you didn’t have the energy to look up, so with her free hand Jennie put her fingers under your chin and tilted your head up to kiss you. Just wanting to feel her lips against yours, when you kissed her back it was rougher than you anticipated. To breathe she pulled back to rest her forehead against yours. You opened your eyes to look in hers and out of breath, you smiled and said, “okay I learned my lesson.”

As you sat back in your chair trying to catch your breath, you watched as she withdrew her fingers and put them in her mouth. When she was finished sucking them dry, in a nonchalant way she gave you a quick peck on the lips and paused. With her face inches away from yours, her eyes darted from yours to the once-again messed up paper beside you, and with a smirk she said, “now you can finish.”

Chapter Fifteen - HERE

#blackpink imagines #jennie kim #blackpink scenarios #jennie smut #blackpink smut

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Bite Me

Halloween may be over now, but if you’re still in the mood for a bit of darkness then I’ve got this not so little CS vampire AU you might be interested in.

Once upon a time Emma Swan was a princess. But that was before she died and was reborn as a vampire, forever thirsting for human blood. Now she works nights as a bounty hunter, chasing down bail jumpers with her enhanced senses and she's out on the hunt after a mysterious dark-haired man whose blood calls to her like none before. Can she resist taking a bite?

Now a few little notes about this, it has an open ending but I’m considering it a complete one shot, I just needed to get the creative process flowing again and this was the idea that came to me. I’m using “Rogers” as Killian’s alias, which I know is touchy for people who didn’t like S7, this is still a Captain Swan story though and no S7 characters appear. It’s a vampire AU, so there’s biting and blood drinking but I don’t think it’s super graphic or heavy on the gore factor.

Words: 8300, Rating: M AO3 Link FF. net Link

bite me

Once upon a time, Emma Swan was a princess.

Not one that was famous, or noteworthy, or of any great importance. Her royal house had been a minor one and was long forgotten, from when what was now Germany had been ruled by a collection of provincial dynasties and grand duchies, but she'd been born a real, actual princess, in a castle nestled deep in a forest of ancient myths and folklore that warned pretty young maidens not to wander alone in the woods after dark.

She'd died as a princess too, in the arms of the man who'd hid his sharp teeth behind a lazy smile and lured her away from the safety of the tall stone walls to take both her virginity and something far more precious from her on one moonless night, centuries ago.

Her life was supposed to have been a fairy tale, of balls and banquets and happily ever after with a handsome prince.

Now if was a horror story, of blood and death and a thirst that could never truly be quenched.

Emma Swan was a vampire, and she was on the hunt.

For a bail jumper, not for blood (although she'd take a little of that too, a girl had to eat, after all) just another scumbag who hadn't shown up for court and disappeared into the night. Bounty hunting was the perfect job for a vampire, she was a predator at heart, and she could set her own hours and work exclusively after sunset without raising any suspicion. And if a skip was a little paler once she'd brought them in and collected her reward? Well, no one ever noticed the tiny little bite marks on their necks.

She hadn't drunk for days, too preoccupied with her latest case to hunt for mere food. Not that it was ever that hard to find sustenance, Emma wasn't a princess anymore but she'd been bestowed many other titles by men over the years, a doll, a looker, a fox, a babe. It wasn't difficult to entice one into the woods, or an alley, or back to her apartment for "coffee,", letting them think they had been the one to seduce her and then turning the tables on them once they were alone and there was no one to hear them scream when the sexy, flirty blonde turned into a stone-cold bloodsucker. Sometimes she just drank, piercing a vein with teeth that went pointed and sharp as fangs at the scent of the blood moving just beneath the surface of the skin, rich, red elixir that was thick on her tongue and gave eternal life to the dead and damned. They stopped screaming then, Emma could make it feel good, so good that they surrendered willingly into her embrace and would let her drain them completely dry if she wanted to, although she hadn't done that in years. Too messy, to have to find a way to dispose of the body afterwards, and too complicated these days to have meals suddenly go "missing."

If she wanted to play with her food then she'd take them to bed first, on the nights when the need between her legs equalled her hunger and it was even more satisfying to fuck and feast, sometimes doing both at the same time.

That's what *he* had done, coaxing her thighs open with his pretty lies and false promises on that night so long ago, stealing her innocence before sliding his fangs into her slender neck, only he hadn't stopped when her heart did.

Either way, Emma made sure they forgot exactly what had been done to them and they woke up in the morning with nothing more than a headache from the blood loss and what they thought was a dream of a beautiful woman with lips stained crimson and skin as pale as moonlight.

She didn't dream, not since her last one turned into a nightmare from which she'd never woken up.

The bar where they were supposed to meet sounded like a dive (The Dark Hollow? Seriously, what kind of name was that?) but it was surprisingly upscale, sleek and modern, the kind of place where all the liquor was top shelf and the staff could double as models. Still, Emma turned her share of heads when she walked in and she could hear heartbeats around the room speed up as the men (and a few of the women) took her in. Tight dress, towering heels, tousled curls, she was dressed to kill and more than capable of actually doing it. The urge never fully went away, but tonight she'd have to settle for the satisfaction of only capturing her prey instead. She quickly scanned the dim interior and zeroed in on a man sitting smack dab in the middle of the room, seated alone at a table for two. As if he sensed her arrival he looked up from his phone, meeting her gaze and giving a smile that was the most dangerous thing in the room after her.

John Rogers. It was almost certainly an alias, probably a bit of identity theft on top of the charges of stealing from his employer, Gold Enterprises. He had dark hair, just the right amount of stubble on a jawline that could cut glass, and eyes as blue as the midday sky.

Not that Emma had actually seen the midday sky in person since the day she'd died, a perfect, clear day where the sun was warm and the gentlest of breezes had stirred her long skirts about her ankles as she walked into the forest without knowing that she'd just lost blue sky forever under the thick canopy of the trees and the shadow that lurked on the path ahead.

The memory made her falter for a moment before she pushed it away and strode right up to his table, putting a swing in her hips that made his heartbeat stutter and skip a beat. Emma was a vampire, but she was still a woman and it was gratifying to have such an effect on him, even though she was only here for the bounty and the unofficial bonus that had been offered by the owner of Gold Enterprises to bring him in and face justice.

"Anna?" he asked, getting to his feet at her approach. Emma smiled and nodded, she'd used an alias as well on the hookup app where she'd finally found a profile picture that matched his mug shot. His smile grew even wider. "I'm John. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

He had an accent, something that hadn't been listed in the police report and the sound of it sent a tingle right down her spine. One of his hands was unnaturally stiff, covered by a black glove that matched his black jeans and black vest. The missing hand had been in the report, with a notation that he wore a prosthetic but there'd been no info about how he'd lost the limb and no one at Gold Enterprises knew the story either. He pulled her chair back and waited until she was settled before sitting back down in his own seat, he might be a thief, but he clearly had some manners. There was a glass in front of him already, half-filled with a dark amber liquor that carried the rich aromas of burnt sugar and heavy spice.

Rum.

Emma ordered wine, she could eat and drink like an ordinary human, but her body took no nourishment from food and nothing could truly slake her thirst except human blood. Everyone tasted slightly different, some people were sweeter, like smooth chocolate or ripe berries, and some were more savoury, like a sharp cheddar or perfectly rare steak.

John Rogers looked like he'd taste like the rum, sweet and spicy at the same time.

And damn, if she didn't want a drink of him.

"More wine?" John asked, after she'd finished her second glass and they'd shared a plate of artful little hor d'oeuvres that did nothing except whet her appetite for something else instead.

"No, I'm good," Emma replied, pushing the empty glass away and eyeing the vein that ran along the inside of his wrist when he reached for the last canape.

"What's the matter love, a bit worried you'll find me too irresistible after another libation?"

From another man it would have come across as smarmy, but somehow he pulled it off. She ran a foot teasingly up his calf under the table, watching his throat bob with a heavy swallow. The honey trap was the easiest way to corral a skip, since Emma found most men couldn't resist a pretty face and the thought of getting lucky even when they should be lying low. John Rogers might be more attractive and have a larger vocabulary than the average deadbeat, but he wasn't any different than the rest of them and when she leaned forward and rested a hand high on his thigh she could hear his blood pumping even faster through his enticing veins, pooling a few inches away from her pointed nails.

"Who says I want to resist you?" she murmured in his ear. The muscle under her hand twitched and he quickly tossed back the last of his rum.

"Well then, I suppose I just have one more question. Your place or mine?"

Normally she'd invite whoever she was tracking back to her place and then take them to the nearest precinct instead, minus a pint or two of their blood. The Rogers case was different though, since whatever it was he'd stolen from Gold Enterprises (the police report was strangely vague and just called it "something of value") hadn't been found after the initial arrest and stringing him along for a little while longer might be the only chance to recover it. There was just one hurdle, a not insignificant one, to her plans.

But the reward would be worth it in the end.

She slid her hand the tiniest bit higher. "Why don't you show me yours?"

There was a flush on his whiskered cheeks as more blood rose to the surface and if Emma still had a pulse, it would be racing with anticipation.

"If the lady insists," he said, voice a low rasp that curled enticingly between her legs while he pulled out his wallet and carelessly tossed a few bills on the table without even looking. They rose in unison, ignoring the knowing looks from the neighbouring table and making their way to the door with his hand settling on the small of her back to guide her. Outside the night air was cool, the sky a deep indigo and plush as velvet while the pavement was slick and the sidewalks damp. It must have rained while they were flirting over overpriced drinks and puff pastry, Emma should have heard it with her vampiric senses but she'd been too focused on John Rogers and the ancient dance of predator and prey. He clearly thought he was the hunter, seducing her into going home with him with his dark good looks and silver tongue, getting what he wanted and then swiping onto the next girl on the app without a second thought. His hand moved, brushing her hip and she tensed, wondering if he was going to cop a feel and grope her ass right outside the bar. Or try to, anyway, since she could break all his fingers before he could blink. But then it was pulled away as he went to shrug off his jacket, draping the soft leather over her shoulders instead.

"While I must say that you cut quite the figure in that dress, it's a bit of a walk to my flat and there's no Swyft drivers around right now."

She realized with a jolt that he'd given her his jacket because it was cold. Emma was dead, she didn't get cold, or hot, not anymore, and she wasn't used to anyone being concerned if she did. She'd been cold when she died, wracked with chills as her life slowly dripped into her murderer's mouth and he hadn't bothered to cover her, dress still hiked to her waist and pale legs splayed open as he drank at his leisure. The twin scars that were left on her neck were a reminder, to never trust anyone again.

John didn't care, not really. He just wanted to get laid.

That's what made her cold, not the nip in the air, cold and hard under her crimson dress and fuck-me heels even as she gave a kittenish smile and thanked him with a delicate hand brushing his chest. She was the real hunter tonight, for his bounty *and* his blood, and she was going to get both.

They walked together like lovers without a care in the world and eyes only for each other, each carrying their own secrets behind the flirty looks and sly innuendo. Emma could see perfectly for blocks and scent everything in the air, the exhaust from cars that had driven by hours earlier, the smell of chicken noodle soup being heated up in one of the apartments above them, every note in the perfume a hooker on the corner was wearing (lilacs, white tea and middlemist flowers) as well as other, more hidden odors, like the drugs in the hooker's blood from when she'd shot up not too long ago, the refuse running through the sewers deep underneath the asphalt and that there was something dead in a nearby dumpster. Too large to be a rat or a raccoon, it was rotting away unseen underneath old coffee grounds and moldy bread.

Most of all she smelled her prey, the metal of his jewelry, rings on his fingers and a necklace just visible at the open collar of his shirt, the fainter scent of whatever shampoo he used still clinging to his dark hair, and the more recent smell of the food they'd just eaten at the bar mixed with rum on his breath.

And his blood.

Always the blood.

He smelled good enough to eat.

John's flat was a small apartment in an older, nondescript building not far from the harbour. He put his key in the lock and opened the door with an offhand, "Come on in," that solved a major problem for Emma. Thanks to his careless invite she was able to cross the invisible barrier and step over the threshold, her stiletto heels making no noise on the floor. Inside it was shadowed and dim, but she could see everything perfectly and took a quick glance around. Couch, coffee table, TV, nothing out of the ordinary but there was also nothing personal about any of it. There was no mail left sitting out, no photos on display, no knicknacks or any kind of hint about the life of the man who lived here and while his scent was present, it was shallow and recent and hadn't had time to fully permeate the space. The apartment was probably a temporary residence, a safe house where he could hide from both the cops and Gold Enterprise's extensive private security, hopefully with whatever he'd stolen from them.

A lamp switched on with a faint click and bathed the room in a soft yellow glow. "You know, I was just about to delete that app when your message popped up."

"Were you?" Emma asked, turning to face him and taking a step back as she did, deeper into the apartment and encouraging him to follow. And follow he did, reaching to pluck the jacket from her shoulders and dropping it over the arm of the couch. His voice was pitched low, intimate, still thinking that he had the upper hand.

"Aye. Never quite found what I was looking for on it, until I met you."

Emma would have said it was just another line, a bit of flattery to help get her out of her dress and into his bed, if it wasn't for her extra little superpower. Vampires had more than just a thirst for blood and eternal youth, they also had special gifts that had given rise to the host of legends and superstitions about the children of the night. Some could jump so high and for so long that it looked like they were flying clear across the sky, some could control and command animals, like a female vampire Emma had met once in the 1920s who kept a pack of spotted dogs to do her bidding, and Emma herself had discovered not long after being turned that she could tell when humans were lying.

John Rogers was being sincere.

Maybe that was why she gave into the impulse, not to bite him, but to kiss him, closing the brief gap between their bodies to press her lips to his. He reacted instantly, mouth opening to match the movement of hers, hand pulling her to him so that they were pressed together from shoulder to knee and a deep groan rumbled in his broad chest at the contact that she felt echo through her right down to her toes. Their noses bumped and their tongues met, she sucked a little too hard on his bottom lip but the rock of his hips to press the hard outline of his erection to her stomach when she did it again told her that he liked it a little rough.

"Fuck," he gasped when they broke apart, pupils dialated with lust and cheeks flushed nearly scarlet under his stubble.

"I think that was implied," Emma laughed. She never slept with skips, but there were hours left before dawn and her thirst was quickly being matched by the growing ache between her legs, one almost as insistent as the urge to feed.

"A gentleman never presumes such a thing," John said with a wink and a grin, another line

that should sound cheesy as all hell and Emma had heard a lot of cheesy pickup lines over the centuries, but somehow he was just enough of a charming bastard to make it work. She almost didn't want to turn him to the cops in at the end of the night.

Almost.

By the time they stumbled into the bedroom Emma still had her heels on but her dress was on the floor somewhere out in the hall, left in a tangled pile with his discarded vest and belt. His shirt was barely clinging to his shoulders, open down the front to reveal a muscular chest covered with a thick dusting of hair that ran down his stomach and disappeared into his boxer briefs. The jeans were undone too, she'd been a bit careless with her strength and hoped he didn't notice that she'd accidentally twisted the button right off before tugging down the zipper. Since his eyes had rolled back in his head and he'd let out a strangled gasp of pleasure when she slid her palm over the bulge of his erection and gave it a good squeeze, she was pretty sure he hadn't seen the little bit of metal rolling across the floor and disappearing under the bed.

She gave another squeeze, just to be sure, and certainly not to hear that delicious noise bubble out of his throat again.

The room itself was like the rest of the apartment, as impersonal as a hotel. Bed, check. Emma could smell that the sheets were fresh and clean, which was a point in his favour. Bedside table with a lamp on top, check. Generic Ikea dresser, check.

A ship in a bottle.

Her eyes narrowed over John's shoulder. It was sitting on the dresser next to some loose change, an actual ship in a bottle. The ship itself was finely detailed, the hull painted with yellow and blue stripes in perfect lines, miniature sails raised on tiny rigging that must have taken hours to set into place. It almost looked real.

For a moment she wondered if that's what he'd stolen from Gold Enterprises, but she dismissed the thought just as quickly. A major corporation wouldn't go to such lengths to recover a kitschy bit of bric-a-brac, it had to be something like a confidential client list or important files. She turned her attention back to the man in front of her, still far too dressed for her liking. Emma went to finish peeling the shirt off his shoulders, only to be stymied when it wouldn't slip off one wrist.

Right, or left, in this case, his missing left hand.

"Ah," he said, when he saw her looking down at the gloved prosthetic. "Long story, which I'd rather not get into now, but if it's a dealbreaker for you, I understand."

He said it easily enough but he was tense, she could see it in the ripple under his skin as muscles tightened and cords flexed while he braced himself for her answer and she wondered if that had happened before, women walking away after discovering he was different.

As someone who was also different, albeit in a way that wasn't so readily apparent on first glance as a missing limb, Emma felt a pang of sympathy for him. She knew was it was like to lose a part of yourself and never get it back.

"It's not," she assured him, reaching out and grasping the prosthetic as gently as she could. They stayed like that, his chest rising and falling for a few quiet breaths and his long lashes resting against his cheeks until he opened his eyes and instead of a cocky smirk or another come-on, he gave her an unguarded, boyish smile that reminded her of the suitors who used to come pay court to her in her father's castle, when her life was still full of laughter and light.

"Just who are you, Anna?" he whispered, and if her heart wasn't silent and still it would lurch at both the longing in his voice and the sharp reminder that she wasn't that starry-eyed princess anymore who nothing of the evils that could lurk behind a man's pretty words. Who was she? She was death incarnate, the wolf in sheep's clothing with blood on her lips.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" she countered, flip and flirty, knowing that he didn't, not really. Not if he knew.

"Perhaps I would."

The sentiment was nice, but Emma wasn't the sentimental type so she simply reached behind her back and flicked open her bra, letting the cobwebby lace fall to the floor before thumbing her underwear down her hips and sitting on the edge of the bed to slide the silky bit of nothing off one leg and then the other. The lack of a hand didn't slow him down one whit, he had his shirt completely off and his pants down with speed and dexterity that was impressive even to a vampire. He'd invited her in but she was the one beckoning to him now, sliding back on the duvet and crooking a finger with her tongue just poking from between her teeth. He crawled forward after her on his knees, dark hair falling over his forehead in a careless sweep as his head dipped down and hot breath touched her cool skin.

Lips closed over her nipple, already hard and pebbled with anticipation. She felt it tighten even more when he swirled his tongue around it and flicked the tip before sucking hard. He did the same to her other breast, callused fingers tracing delicate patterns on the inside of her hip and she widened her legs, expecting him to settle between them and get on with it like most men did after a bit of foreplay. But he clearly had something else in mind first, moving lower and lower down her body until that warm breath was hovering right over where she ached the most. The blue eyes looked up, reminding Emma of the sky she never saw anymore and had almost forgotten as he waited for her to give him a sign of assent.

A hand on the back of his head was enough and she quickly found herself clutching a fistful of inky hair as his mouth descended and he began to feast. Damn, Emma thought to herself, he was good at this, really fucking good, circling with his tongue and increasing the pressure on each pass until she was a writhing mess, hips rocking against his face and desperate for more. Just as she was about to fall over the edge he backed off, using only the softest of licks and the faintest of flicks and if he didn't finish the job then she literally was going to kill him.

"Patience," he whispered at her needy whine, turning his head to press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. "We've all night, love."

All night, but nothing more. That was all she could ever have now with a man.

His beard scraped against the delicate skin, a shocking contrast to the gentleness of his mouth as he went back to his task, working her up again with lips and tongue and fingers. Pleasure sparked along every nerve, building to the peak at a torturous pace until finally, finally, he sucked hard on her clit and shoved two fingers deep inside her at the same time. Emma's back arched and her jaw dropped from a silent scream, it looked like agony but it was pure ecstasy, her thighs flexing and tightening around his head until the climax finally faded and she went limp against the mattress, boneless and spent. John went up on his knees, looming above her and she didn't even care about how smug the bastard looked, he'd more than earned it. His lone hand wrapped around his erection and he gave it a few slow pumps, raising an eyebrow and asking another question without words.

Emma answered by letting a bit of her vampire strength loose again, flipping him onto his back and pining his wrists to the bed while she swung her leg over him and straddled his lean hips. He blinked up at her in surprise, face still deliciously damp, his pulse fluttering against her thumbs as rapid as a hummingbird's wings. The hard ridge of his erection was now trapped between them, twitching hot against her stomach while she leaned down and let her breasts brush his chest, scraping her teeth on his neck and making the skin redden before tasting herself when she pressed her lips hungrily to his. The urge to taste him was almost overwhelming as her fingers tightened on his wrists, holding him down, her teeth begged to sharpen behind her kiss, but as he said, they had all night. Or almost, since she couldn't linger too long in his bed and risk the sunrise.

There was also the not so insignificant matter of dropping her alias and turning him over to police custody to deal with, but she'd worry about that later.

Emma was more interested now in the way his stomach muscles clenched when she shifted her hips, the drag of his lips between his teeth and the sharp inhale when she almost, but not quite, took him inside. It was her turn to smirk, teasing and torturing him until she was sure he was about to beg for relief.

"Did you find what you were looking for, Anna?"

She faltered, caught off guard by the unexpected question. "What?"

"Your Happy Ending. The app?" he clarified at her confused look.

Right, the dating app. It had launched with this whole cheesy fairytale theme and commercials about meeting your charming prince and living happily ever after and all that bullshit, but it had quickly morphed into just another hookup app instead, where people got off and got out.

A happy ending.

Life (and death) has taught her that there was no such thing.

"I found you," she said. It was supposed to be flip and flirty, but for some reason it came out far too serious for a one night stand who was looking up at her like she was everything he ever wanted.

The air in the room thickened with tension that only increased as she sank down on him, slowly, inch by inch. Her hands spread flat on his chest to brace herself and she relished the stretch and burn until he was finally buried to the hilt. Emma was dead, had been for centuries, but she felt alive again with a living pulse throbbing inside of her, a heartbeat thudding against her palm and the spreading warmth from the friction as she started to ride him. His knees bent behind her, large feet planting on the bed and finding the leverage to start meeting her moments with his own upward thrusts while she threw her head back and closed her eyes. Their tempo increased of its own volition, a heavy and hot slide of rigid flesh against yielding softness that hovered deliciously on the knife's edge between pleasure and pain. Emma could hear his blood pounding through his veins and the call to her most primal need was almost too much. She fell forward, latching onto his neck with enough force to leave a bruise and only just managing to stop herself from breaking the skin to get to what lay underneath.

"Do it!"

His voice was thick as honey and dripped with promise while his arm wrapped around her back and he turned his head to the side, baring even more of his long throat.

"Bite me!"

It was an invitation Emma couldn't resist and her fangs came out, piercing straight into the plump vein throbbing against her lips. An obscene moan spilled out from above her while her mouth flooded with his blood, warm and rich, like cocoa made fresh on the stove. It was full of life and went straight to her head like alcohol used to but better than any drink or drug could possibly be. And not only did it taste amazing, it briefly tethered them together even more than where they were joined so intimately, letting her feel everything he was currently feeling.

Lust.

Longing.

The sensation was overwhelming, he was still inside her, still rocking up with heavy thrusts even as she took deep pulls from his neck that had to be draining his strength. It would be easy, so easy, to take a little too much, drink a little too long...and then there was a surge that was almost her undoing as he came undone, the blood flowing even harder as he came and the echo of it triggered her own climax, both of them trembling with his body still locked in hers and his vein still open in her mouth until his loud gasp for air and his sluggish heartbeat broke through the haze of blood and sex like a dash of icy water. Emma forced herself to let go, sealing the wound on his neck before it could scar or before she could give in to the worst of her urges whispering seductively in her ear, the dark desire to turn him into something no one should ever have to become.

To make him like her.

"You knew I was a vampire."

It came out harsh and biting, an accusation, not a question. Once the post-coital and post-feeding bliss had faded and she'd realized what had just happened, Emma had stood up and silently gotten dressed before turning to face John Rogers again, still lounging in the rumpled bed with an amused look as if he didn't have a care in the world and wasn't missing a few pints of his blood.

"I had my suspicions, aye. Confirmed once I saw in person that you don't breathe anywhere near as often as you should and you have no heartbeat or pulse."

She folded her arms across her chest, somehow feeling completely exposed even though he was the one who was still naked, arm propped behind his head and sheet draped low across his hips.

"Most people don't notice that. And even if they did, they don't know vampires are actually real."

A dark brow lifted and he gave her an arch look. "When you lived as long as I have, you learn a thing or two."

Emma snorted at that. Lived as long as he had? "John Rogers" was definitely a false identity, but whoever he really was, he didn't look older than thirty-five. Her skepticism only seemed to amuse him further and he gestured showily along himself, the sheet dipping down even lower with the movement. Fresh with his blood she flushed and looked away, which was stupid considering they'd literally just had sex, but she needed to distance herself from that so she could do what had to be done.

His voice lost that honeyed mirth and went more serious and flat. "Don't let the youthful countenance fool you, darling, like you I am far older than I appear. A few centuries older, in fact."

"How?" she spit out. "You're not-"

"-A vampire like you?" he finished. "No, I'm not. In fact, I'm the opposite. I've been magically cursed with eternal life."

That was not what she was expecting, not that Emma even knew what the hell she thought he was going to say, and she stared blankly at him for a few seconds.

"Magically cursed," she repeated at last. "You have got to be kidding me."

"Says the undead vampire who just drank a considerable portion of my blood," he pointed out, and she flushed again with said blood.

"Fine," she said, conceding the point. "You were magically cursed. How?"

His smile curled into something different and for a moment Emma thought she heard the crash of waves upon a shore, the scent of salt in the air and the kiss of the wind on her skin.

"Now that is a rather long and unhappy tale, but let's just say that I once took something of considerable value from a man I considered too cowardly to fight back, and he was, then. Only people sometimes change, don't they, and not always for the better. He came back years later and he was no longer the snivelling coward I'd humiliated in my own arrogance, he was something different, something no longer fully…human. He took this-" John held up his stump of a wrist, "-as punishment, and cursed me with eternal life so that I would always have to live with what I'd done. I can't die, and believe me, love, I've tried."

That got Emma's back up at once, a familiar feeling settling between suddenly tense shoulders. "So is that what the whole 'bite me" thing was about? You've got a death wish and you thought a vampire was your answer?

She was moving before he could say anything, tossing clothes onto the bed in a blur and avoiding his piercing blue gaze. "Get dressed. You skipped out on your bail and there's a warrant for your arrest. I'm taking you in."

"Anna-" he tried to protest.

"Emma," she corrected. It would be on the paperwork down at the station, he was going to find out anyway. "Emma Swan, bailbondsperson. You've got five minutes."

She stormed out of his bedroom and shut the door behind her, needing to put some space between them. Not that it helped much, he might be out of sight but his blood was racing through her veins and she could still feel the echo of his body inside hers. This was why she didn't get too close to skips, they all had some ridiculous sob story and claimed someone else screwed them over.

Her fingers crept up to the scar on her neck and groped blindly for the small patch of maimed skin. Don't trust anyone.

Emma shut out everything else except that. The long years of practice made it quick, if not easy.

She hated that it wasn't easy.

It was both too quiet and too noisy in the small apartment. She could hear the hum from the refrigerator, the rumble of pipes in the walls, the footfalls from someone walking around above and the whistle of a breeze coming through an open window in the...

"Shit!"

Emma wrenched the door right off the hinges when she flung it open and rushed back into the bedroom, hearing everything except his heartbeat. Sure enough, a window stood open and the gauzy curtain was fluttering like a sail. She leaned over the sill and saw an iron fire escape attached to the side of the building that led down to the street, when a pair of headlights suddenly sprung to life from a parked car that fishtailed as it pulled away from the curb and took off in a squeal of rubber that made her wince. As keen as her eyesight was, the angle was all wrong for her to catch the license plate and all she got was a glimpse of the driver, clearly him, looking up at the window with an expression that wasn't angry at her deception, wasn't smug at having tricked her, it was just resigned.

And then he was gone.

She spent the next few days cursing herself for her own carelessness in letting him slip away every time she woke when the sun set, she should have kept her guard up and stayed while he got dressed, or at least left the door open, she was a vampire, for fuck's sake, not the naive princess who had died all those years ago. She could handle being in the same room with a naked man for five minutes.

His profile was still up on Happy Ending but the picture had been changed from the mirror selfie he'd used before to one of a swan, something Emma knew had to be a deliberate jab that she'd definitely felt when she first saw it. Her stakeouts at his apartment had been fruitless and his scent was quickly fading, it was clear he wasn't coming back. Not that there was much to come back to, she'd searched the place thoroughly and there was only a few clothes, some barely touched toiletries that were so new the Target receipt was still crumpled up in the trash, and the ship in the bottle.

The ship was now sitting on her coffee table, since it was the only thing that seemed like it might have some sentimental value to whoever John Rogers really was. Or maybe Emma was just kidding herself and he was nothing more than a thief and a liar.

Gold Enterprises had doubled the reward for his capture and every bounty hunter in three states was now out looking for him. It was only a matter of time before someone tracked him down, and while Emma had a lot of advantages over her human competition, she had one big disadvantage in that she couldn't go outside in the daylight. All of her speed and strength were completely useless from dawn until dusk and it grated at her, always a reminder that she was different from everyone else.

She was currently cooped up alone in her own apartment, waiting for the sun to finish dipping below the horizon before she ventured out in search of new leads. She'd woken up a bit early from the deathlike sleep that was her own eternal curse, which happened from time to time. It was because of the dream she'd been having, of a woman she didn't recognize, dark haired, beautiful, dressed in the clothing of another time and holding a large knife with a jagged blade in one hand and a bright red object in the other.

"Take me away," the woman whispered. "Forever."

When she lifted the knife and pierced it straight through the red thing Emma realized it was a human heart, blood flowing between the woman's fingers and the scent of it hit Emma even in the dream, making her fangs sharpen and jolting her awake.

She was musing on it when her phone buzzed, lighting up with a notification and she snatched it off the table in a blur with sudden wild hope flaring where her heart didn't beat that maybe it was him, messaging her through the chat function on Happy Ending. It quickly turned into a frown of disappointment when she saw it was actually just an email, framed against a photo of the castle where she'd grown up that she'd found online a set as her wallpaper. She thumbed the email open, the frown freezing on her face when she saw what it was.

"Gotcha!" she said out loud to the empty room, shooting the ship in a bottle a triumphant look before jumping to her feet and going straight to her laptop. When she'd first taken on the Rogers case she'd entered his mug shot into a facial recognition program that would auto search the Internet for potential matches. On TV or in a movie it would have spit out a near instant result, but real life didn't work that way and it had been running quietly in the background ever since, going down rabbit hole after rabbit hole of umpteen social media pages, news archives and alumni pages looking for a match. It was a heck of a lot more expensive than a simple Google image search, but the bounty would more than cover the cost and once Rogers had snuck out on her, Emma had to admit that it was personal now, so she'd paid extra for the highest level of data.

And it had returned not one, but *two* potential hits. Emma clicked the first link and watched eagerly as the page loaded, scrolling down until she reached the picture.

And stopped dead. Literally.

It wasn't actually a picture, it was a drawing. Of a man who looked exactly like John Rogers, sketched out in what was probably charcoal on a yellowed piece of paper. They had the same dark hair, the same sharp jaw, same smile that promised danger and excitement both in one fell swoop. But the resemblance wasn't the reason why Emma could feel his blood rushing hot in her ears, it was the other sketch displayed next to his, of a woman with a shawl draped loosely around her shoulders and a large pendant around her neck, staring wistfully out at the viewer from the page.

It was the woman from Emma's dream.

"Milah."

The name fell unbidden from her lips as she quickly scanned the site the images were posted on. It was for an antique and consignment shop in Bermuda, and the pair of drawings were up for sale either individually or as a set. The listing stated that they were believed to have been done by the same artist, and were approximately three centuries old.

"Don't let the youthful countenance fool you, darling, like you I am far older than I appear. A few centuries older, in fact."

His voice whispered in her ear while she clicked on the other link with a numb finger, not sure what to expect. It opened in a separate tab as a wall of mostly text and the picture itself was little more than a thumbnail. Emma enlarged it to get a better look, even though her vampire sight was more than enough to confirm that it was a perfect match.

This one was a photo, and like the one she'd fed into the program it was another mugshot. She wasn't really surprised that he'd been arrested before, what was surprising was that it was clearly much older than the crisp, digital image that had been taken of John Rogers after he'd been hauled out of Gold Enterprises's downtown headquarters. It was in black and white, faded with age and a corner had been torn away. But it was still him, although he was clean shaven and his hair was cut much shorter, in almost a military look. The placard he was holding read:

STORYBROOKE SHERIFF'S DEPT 52-07-20 B&E, VANDAL, THEFT JONES, KILLIAN

Jones, Killian.

Rogers, John.

Quickly, Emma clicked back on the charcoal sketch. Sure enough, there, just where the drawing ended at the man's waist, smudgy and indistinct, were the remains of a name. The "K" was still legible, as were the "a" and the"n."

Killian Jones.

Pieces were rapidly clicking into place as more of the puzzle started to come together. It hadn't been Emma's dream at all, it was his, a memory carried in the blood and passed along when she'd drunk from him for so long and so deep, a memory of a dark haired woman named Milah. The knife and the heart didn't make much sense, but dreams were funny that way. John, no, Killian, had said he was cursed with eternal life, and the sketch and the old mug shot certainly seemed to confirm that he actually was telling the truth about that.

Emma went back to the mug shot. B&E, that was shorthand for breaking and entering, vandal, probably a charge of vandalism, and theft. The 52-07-20 took her a moment longer, until she realized it was the date. He'd been arrested on July 20th...1952. In some place called Storybrooke, wherever that was.

Maine. After a few more clicks she learned that a grad student named Henry Mills was doing an in-depth research project on the history of a small fishing village named Storybrooke, in Maine, and posting parts of it on his blog as he went. The entry with the mugshot had gone up the day before, explaining why the facial recognition program had only just found it. In July 1952 there had been a break in at a local pawn shop that was the talk of the town, if this Henry Mills was to be believed, where windows had been smashed and "an object of value had been stolen," to quote the pawn shop's owner.

His blood was still warm in her veins, but it suddenly ran cold as Emma read the name of the pawn shop where the theft had taken place.

Gold & Son Pawnbrokers

Gold Enterprises.

That couldn't possibly be a coincidence.

An object of value had been stolen.

Killian had told her that he'd taken something of considerable value from a man who'd later taken his hand and cursed him with eternal life. He'd been arrested four months ago for stealing something of value from Gold Enterprises, and apparently had also stolen something of value almost seventy years ago from Gold & Son Pawnbrokers. It had to be connected, but why, and to what end?

The Rogers case had started out as just another skip, but now it was a mystery that had gotten under Emma's skin as an itch that had to be scratched. Or maybe it was because Killian Jones's blood had turned out to be as potent as a drug and she was desperate for another taste of it, of him, and while she wasn't a princess anymore and hadn't been since the night she'd followed Baelfire into the woods and never went home again, she felt more alive than she had in years as she packed a bag and prepared to set off.

She locked up her apartment and headed down to her old yellow Bug, already anticipating salt air and sea breezes at her destination, it would be a welcome relief to her vampire sense of smell from the city stench. Her tight, honeytrap dresses were left behind in favour of more practical jeans and boots, and she'd also changed her profile photo on Happy Ending to send a pointed message back to the man whose taste still filled her throat and made her mouth water.

Crimson text on a black background.

I don't bite...unless you ask me nicely.

A red leather jacket the same shade as fresh blood was slipped over her shoulders and she tossed her bag into the backseat of her car before typing in an address into the Google Maps app and checking the estimated time of arrival. It would be a long drive, but since she didn't need to stop for food or bathroom breaks, just for gas, Emma would reach the little town of Storybrooke Maine just before the sun rose over the ocean.

Her prey had slipped from her grasp once, but the hunt was far from over.

It was just beginning.

#cs fic #cs ff #my fic #captain swan #bite me

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