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holylulusworld · 3 years

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Homecoming

Title: Homecoming

Square Filled: Mafia AU

Pairing: Mobster!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Benny Lafitte, OC Nancy

Warnings: angst, mentions of sex (barely, very implied), language, murder, scared reader, blood, high school sweethearts, fluff, Dean is only soft for the reader

Summary: A reunion with your high school sweetheart reveals some truths.

Word Count: 2,1 k

Written/Created for @spnaubingo

Divider by @firefly-graphics

2021 SPN AU BINGO masterlist

“Y/N, sweetheart?” a deep voice whispers in your ear. You giggle, feeling his hands on your hips. Dean Winchester always was a cocky guy. “It’s me, Dean.”

“I know,” he grins when you let him press a soft kiss to your neck. “How has life been in Lebanon since I left?” you slowly turn around to face your high school sweetheart.

Dean smiles when you look up at him. Damn that man. The young and cocky guy you knew turned into an even cockier man, a handsome one. “Life was life,” he says, smirking when you huff at his words. “Boring without you here.”

“Ah, there he is,” you pat his chest, giggling when Dean leans closer to peck your nose, “Dean Winchester, the eternal charmer. Thief of so many panties.”

“Including yours,” he offers his arm to lead you toward his table. “Do you remember the night? I do. Your father almost killed me when he found me in your bed.”

“Yeah, he did,” a smile crosses your face remembering the time with Dean. “It was a great time back then. I’m glad you came to our high school reunion, Dean.”

“I still live here. I had to come, or Lisa would’ve freaked out or something,” Dean hides he only came to the reunion after he got to know you will come too. “What about you? Are you married, taken, a mom?”

“No,” your heart flutters when Dean pulls a chair for you. “I broke up with my last boyfriend like a year ago. He wanted to come with me to Lebanon when I take over my mom’s practice. But then, he decided we should go to New York.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear, sweetheart,” he lies, offering you a tight smile. “Why did he change his mind if I may ask?”

“Mom gets older and wants me to take over the practice next year. I suggested we should move to Lebanon and get to know the practice, the patients, and find a house. He told me that moving to a small town wasn’t his plan for the next ten years,” you sigh, glancing at Dean. “We are still friends. It’s just, he wanted different things in life.”

“So—you will move back to town soon?” Dean asks, feeling his heart speed up.

“I’m here to find a place to live. Mom offered a room at her house, but I don’t want to move in with my parents,” you giggle when Dean makes a face. “I will help mom at her practice from now on. I’ll start next week.”

“Awesome. We can steal candies and make out in the backseat of my car again,” Dean snickers when you punch his upper arm. “Do you remember our special spot?”

“I do, Dean,” you lean closer to look him deep in the eyes, sighing when he smiles at you like he used to do. “Oh, crap! I forgot to ask you about your life. Are you married and are there little Dean’s running around town to steal candies?”

Hoping Dean is not taken you bite your index finger. The seconds tick by and you are close to breaking the silence when Dean leans closer to peck your nose.

“Free like a bird, baby girl. How about we leave this boring party and drive around town. I can take you to our place,” Dean smiles when you place your hand into his large palm. “Let’s ride, sweetheart.”

“Still so pretty,” you lean your head against Dean’s shoulder while drinking the atmosphere in. He drove you to your secret hideout and placed a blanket on top of his car to watch the stars with you. Just like you used to do when you were teens. “I’ve missed the view.”

“Only the view,” he chuckles. “I’m hurt, Y/N. I planned this amazing night, and you just go and enjoy the view and steal my popcorn. Don’t scratch my ego.”

“It’s delicious, Winchester,” Dean smirks when you steal more popcorn to stuff it into your mouth. “What are you doing? Did you become a mechanic?” you chew audibly. “Come on, spill it.”

“I took over the family business. I wanted to become a mechanic but dad never liked the idea,” you can hear a hint of sadness in Dean’s voice but remain silent. “What about you? Last time we talked, you wanted to become an artist, now you are a doctor.”

“I didn’t have the talent, Dean. In the end, I followed in my mother’s footsteps and became a doctor. I still paint when I find the time, though,” it’s your turn to sound a little too sad. “It was the safest path to take. I was too afraid to fail.”

“Seems like we both didn’t follow our dreams,” he slings one arm around you, smirking when you rest your head onto his chest and, for a moment, you are the sixteen-year-old girl melting in Dean’s arms. “Maybe we can have a date next week? I have business upstate this week but we could go out on Monday.”

“How about the weekend? I need to settle in first and help my mom out at the practice. I got the weekend off, though,” you place your hand onto Dean’s heart. “Where do you want to go?”

“Anywhere with you, sweetheart…anywhere…”

“…but here,” you end Dean’s line, sniffling silently. “We should’ve run away back then, Dean. We both knew we would never fulfill our dreams with our parents dictating our lives.”

“We could run now,” he jokes, looking down at you. “If you still want me by your side, Y/N. I-I did a few things I’m not proud of. Horrible things.”

“How about we go on that date first and decide to run later?” you smirk up at Dean, not believing Dean wants to break out of his life.

“Phew…that was the last one,” you stretch your sore body, watching your mother’s employee nod in agreement. “Is mom always that busy? I mean, she was barely at the practice.”

“She has a private agreement with a few people,” the nurse clears her throat, not wanting to give away too much. “You should talk to your mother and ask about the special patients.”

“Special patients?” you wonder aloud, closing the door behind you, locking it. “That’s odd. Mom never told me she has private patients.”

“Uh—yeah. It’s complicated,” Nancy, the nurse swallows thickly. “You really should talk to your mom. I can’t tell you much more about it.”

You nod, frowning when Nancy’s eyes widen in fear.

“Something wrong, Nancy?” you follow her eyes. In the dim light, the lantern on the alley behind your mom’s practice provides you can see two shadows move closer to you and the nurse. One of the shadows holds a gun clutched to his side. “Nancy, we should go back inside and call the cops.”

“I think they already have seen us,” she whimpers when one of the men steps into the light. “No—that’s one of them…”

“Evening ladies,” he says, giving you and Nancy a toothy grin. “I was wondering if your ma’ is around to help us out.”

“She will be back any minute,” you lie, stepping backward, grasping for Nancy’s hand. “How about you come back tomorrow. It’s past closing time, Sir.”

“Aw, but we need help now,” the man lies; you can see it in his eyes before he gets a gun out too. “You see, your ma’ owes us one and I think she needs a reminder who runs this town. How about this—” you scream in terror when a gunshot cuts through the silence in town.

Nancy’s hand slips out of yours, leaves you alone when her body drops to the ground. Her fearful eyes still look up at you when the men step closer. “One down, boss. What now?”

“I think we will take doc’s daughter with us and have a little fun. Let’s say for a week,” the other man grins, eyes glued to your trembling lips. “After we are done with her, the doc will never forget we rule—”

Another gunshot stops the man from stepping closer. He touches his chest; his eyes widen when he feels the blood soak his jacket.

“Boss?” the other man gasps, twirling around to look at the men stepping out of the darkness. “Winchester?” Dean lunges forward to ram a knife into the man’s throat before he can lift the hand holding the gun.

“You tried to touch the wrong girl,” Dean smirks when the man drops to the ground, choking on his blood.

“Dean?” you whimper, feeling your legs give in.

“Sweetheart,” Dean hands the knife to his brother to close the distance between you in three long steps.

“He—they—and then,” you look at Nancy again, “she’s dead,” you cry, grasping for Dean’s coat, fisting it roughly. “They just killed her and you—you killed those men.”

“Oh…baby girl,” he wraps you in his arms, holds you close to his warm body, “I wish you didn't see that. Those men, they threatened your mom as she works for me. She came to me tonight, asking for help.”

“Fuck, they killed the nurse?” Sam steps over the dead men to have a look at Nancy. “Did you check her pulse?” he asks while crouching down next to Nancy. “I think she’s still breathing.”

“What? No—I didn’t check on her. The men—and then,” you stammer, looking at Nancy again. “She’s breathing? I need to help her!”

“Sammy, call an ambulance,” you tremble in Dean’s arms, unable to think straight. “Hurry up.”

“Boss, do you need help?” Benny ushers toward Dean, looking at Nancy on the ground. “Hell, I like her. She’s a nice girl.”

“Help me stop the bleeding, Y/N. Fuck, I’m not a doctor,” the next minutes are a blur. You forgot about the awful scene in front of you and tried to focus on Nancy.

“Dean, I need you to go inside and get me the first aid kit. Hurry, I need to stop the bleeding before the ambulance arrives.”

“Boss, what about the garbage on the ground?”

“Self-defense,” Dean grins, dipping his head. “No one will arrest me for saving two innocent girls. Go, call Jody. She will cover my story…”

“She will need a moment to calm,” your mother paces around her office, shaking her head. “I told you to come to me. Why did you wait for so long?” Dean tuts, glancing at you sleep on the couch.

“I didn’t think they would go so far and threaten my daughter, Mr. Winchester,” she sighs, glancing at you. “When I give up my practice, do you want my daughter to help you too?”

“No,” Dean sits on the couch to cover you with his coat. “I have other plans with Y/N,” he runs his hand over your hair. “Now that she’s finally back in town, I’ll get my sweetheart back…”

“Why did they do this?” you sniff, looking around the bedroom you woke up to. “Where am I, Dean?”

“My place,” the mobster shrugs his coat off, sighing when you look at him. Your lips wobble and your eyes are filled with fear. “I won’t hurt you, sweetheart.”

“You killed those men,” voice cracking you watch Dean step toward the bed. “You said you took over the family business. What is your family’s business?”

“Most of the time we buy and sell stuff,” he sits next to you to pat your thigh. “Last night, those men were after your mom. She agreed to help me once in a while and tend my men’s wounds. In return, I protect the town and her practice. Sadly some douchebags believed they can invade my territory and take over my business.”

“They wanted to take me with them and—”

“I know, baby girl,” Dean cups your cheek to press a soft kiss to your nose. “We are still going on that date, right?” he huffs when you wrinkle your nose. “I saved my damsel in distress after all.”

“You just killed two men for me,” you chuckle nervously. “How can I say no to you?” you don’t know if Dean is used to killing people or not, and you don’t want to know. All you know is that he’s not the carefree boy from back then anymore.

“Y/N, I will never hurt you or your mom. She’s family to me,” he kisses your cheek. “I protect my family and friends. Always. Merciless.”

“That’s the reason you wanted to become a mechanic, huh?” he brings you into his arms, cradles you gently. “What will you do now?”

“I’ll make sure everyone in town knows you are my girl and that your mom, her practice, and anyone belonging with me is off-limits,” you’d like to imagine Dean became a mechanic and lived a peaceful life so far, but the truth got revealed last night and now you don’t know if there is still a piece of the boy you fell in love with left…

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#Homecoming #mobster!dean x reader #dean winchester #spnaubingo #dean winchester fanfic #MOBSTER!AU #mobster!dean x you #mobster!dean #mobster!dean winchester x reader #angst #characters death #murder #high school sweethearts #fluff

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hazzasgayvodka · 3 years

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Panty Thief - Harry Styles

So this is kind of a trial run for this fic, I’m inclined to make this a series but I’m not sure how the response to it will be. I have lots of ideas for more parts to this but only if it’s what the people want haha. Here is my belated Valentine’s Day gift to all you lovelies I hope you enjoy this heavy daddy kink/dom harry fic I’ve been working on for ages!

p.s. everyone say thank you Nathan for giving me lots of smut inspiration this is literally based on him sorta

pairing: daddy!harry x oc

warning: sexual content, smut, daddy kink/dom vibes so if you’re not here for that this is not for you

word count: 5k

In which Harry is a new student at Harley’s university and he seems to just keep popping up everywhere. The tension between them is palpable and she can’t get away from him, especially when he happens to knock on her door with a pair of her favorite red lace panties she left in the laundromat dangling from his finger.

I roll my eyes as the lady in front of me in line takes out yet another handful of coupons from her purse at the checkout counter. The cashier looks almost as annoyed as I am, but still sporting a smile despite the absolute exasperation rampant in her eyes. She takes the handful of coupons and starts scanning them begrudgingly as the woman digs around in her purse for anymore and I hardly even notice my foot tapping as my eyes instinctively roll once again. I just came to get toilet roll, ice cream, and a bottle of prosecco and the universe decides today is the day coupon Karen ends up at the checkout line five minutes before I do.

“I like your hair.” A voice speaks up behind me.

I know they must be talking to me, I don’t believe any other boring college blonde in this line warrants a compliment like that but the bright purple curls I sport tend to elicit quite the reaction from bystanders, especially the uninteresting conservatives of Publix.

“How do you uh, get it that color?”

I finally turn my head over my shoulder to face the voice, a tall guy with tousled brown hair and quite the shit eating grin on his face. He’s obviously very pleased with himself finally getting me to turn around but I can’t be bothered to entertain this excited puppy of a man with more than a word.

“Dye.”

I’ve barely even gotten the word out of my mouth before I turn back to face the cashier with an uninterested eyeroll. He scoffs behind me, clearly not giving up that easily.

“Wow,” He chuckles, “At least you’re straightforward.”

I turn back around without thinking to face him once again, “Hair dye, idiot.”

“Oh, well I could have guessed that much.”

I turn away from him again just as coupon lady finally pushes her rattling cart towards the exit doors and the cashier gestures for me to come up to the checkout. I drop my basket on the conveyor belt with a thud and she rings it up quickly, sensing my impatience and clearly wanting to get me the hell out of here as quickly as she can. I pay and grab my bags to head for the door and just before I’m home free the voice is suddenly behind me yet again.

“So, are you really not going to tell me?” He asks, catching up to me outside, “It’s going to keep me up tonight, I’m waiting with bated breath over here.”

“Tell you what exactly?” I huff, finally turning to face him.

“How you get your hair that color, of course.”

I roll my eyes, surely, he’s not keeping this bit up for the sake of hitting on me in the fucking supermarket, “Do you want something from me?”

He chuckles a bit, and I’m glad to see my utter frustration is amusing to him, “I mean,” He starts, rubbing the back of his neck, “Maybe your name would be cool.”

“No thanks.”

“Well, I’m Harry-“

I turn and walk away before he’s barely got the sentence out of his mouth. What was he even in line to buy? He wasn’t carrying any bags.

Mental note: always wear headphones to the grocery store.

***

“You’re late.”

I collapse in the seat next to my friend Danielle with a huff. She gives me a certain look that says something like you’ve been late the past three times too, but honestly at this point she should know to expect it.

“I’m always late,” I groan, attempting to lean back in the incredibly uncomfortable library chair, “So, why are we at the library?”

“We have a math test tomorrow, or did you forget about that?” She asks, scolding me over the top of her math book.

“Of course I remembered,” I say sarcastically, “Math is my absolute favorite subject how could I ever forget we had a test?”

She rolls her eyes, turning her book to the right page to start taking notes and I try my best to follow along, “So do you have a legitimate reason for the lateness or just regular Harley excuses?”

“Actually, I do,” I say matter-of-factly, sitting back up straight in my chair, “There was a freak at the grocery store, dude would not leave me alone.”

“What was he doing?” She asks, suddenly interested.

“Just talking? I guess? He like wanted to have a whole conversation waiting to check out.”

“So, a nice guy just struck up some conversation with you at the store and that’s a bad thing?”

“Yes,” I huff, closing the book once again, “I was just there to get groceries I didn’t need the extra human interaction.”

She opens her mouth to reply but she’s cut off as a group of guys walk in the front door of the library talking at full volume. I can feel almost every person in the room turn in the direction of the loud noise at the front and suddenly my eyes land on him. There’s no fucking way.

“Dani,” I whisper, sliding down in my seat so I can go unseen, “Dani that’s the guy, the guy from earlier.”

“What?” She whispers harshly, trying not to stare as the boys get scolded by the librarian at the front, “You mean grocery store guy?”

“Yes!” I huff, electing to sit in my chair backwards so my back is to him.

“No way Harley, it just looks like him-”

“No Dani, it’s him,” I whisper, “Tall one with the curly hair in the black hoodie.”

“That’s him?” She asks, “You had a problem with that talking to you?”

“Shh!” I huff, “God he’s going to hear you, are they still at the front?”

“They um, yeah,” She stutters, her eyes diverting to her book again, “They’re still up there, at a table now.”

“What’s wrong?” I ask, sensing the discomfort in her voice and turning around myself.

My eyes immediately lock onto his and I look away quickly, shielding my face from him with my hand and turning back towards Danielle.

“He’s staring right at you.” She says, trying not to be too obvious.

“Yep.”

“Are you gonna go over there?”

“Why would I do that exactly?” I ask, my eyebrow raised in disbelief.

“Because a hot boy is staring you down across the fucking library!” She whispers harshly, reaching over to smack me in the arm.

“More like a fucking psychopa-”

“Hey there,” I hear his voice cut in and my whole body cringes in on itself without my volition, “Fancy meeting you here.”

I turn around in my chair, forcing myself to face him while my whole face heats and I’m sure I’m the color of a rather ripe tomato. Something about the way he says hey there in that fucking accent makes my entire body tense up.

“Hey there,” I mimic, “Long time no see.”

I feel Danielle’s eyes on me as the words come out of my mouth, her gaze flickering between the two of us and watching the horrifically awkward exchange play out in front of her.

He laughs, electing to lean on the table, “What are you doing after this?”

“She’s doing absolutely nothing.” Danielle answers for me and I kick her under the table, making her wince.

“Glad to hear it,” He grins, his eyes zeroing in on me once again.

“I’m very busy actually,” I cut in, closing my textbook and throwing it in my bag, “We both are, but um, I’ll see you around.”

Danielle is looking at me with eyes the size of dinner plates as she frantically packs up her stuff, shoving it in her bag to follow suit. I stand up from my chair, slinging my bag over my shoulder and he rounds the table to stand right in front of me, the only thing between me and the front door.

“Can I at least get your name?” He asks, his voice incredibly deep clearly for only me to hear.

“Harley,” I quip, side stepping around him, “See you later uh, Harold is it?”

He gives me a very particular look as I walk away from him, taking steps backward and relishing in the smirk on his face. He knows what I’m doing. I feel Dani’s hand grab my arm and I finally turn around to face the door, walking through it, but even as I’m outside and carrying my feet down the steps I feel his eyes on me, drilling into the back of my head.

“The hell was that?” Danielle asks, “He was so cute and you just, you just blow it like that?”

“Harmless flirting.”

“You call that flirting?”

“Oh Dani,” I sigh, taking out a cigarette and lighting it between my lips, “I call that winning.”

***

I’m woken up with a start when I hear the loud roar of music start from Dani’s room. She always blasts music in the morning while getting ready for class. I look over my shoulder to check the time, at least she waited until 10 to start with the noise. My head is pounding ever so slightly, and I realize why when my eyes land on the empty bottle of pink Moscato on my bedside table.

I drag myself out of bed and into the tiny common space between our two rooms, “Good morning sleeping beauty,” Danielle teases, “I noticed the bottle of wine went missing from the fridge.”

“That’s bizarre,” I joke, “Must be a wine thief in the dorms. I’ll get on that mystery right away.”

She shakes her head at me, rolling her eyes as I grab my basket of laundry from my room. I slide on a pair of slippers electing to go put it in the wash, so I hopefully have a single clean pair of jeans for class tonight. I call to Dani letting her know I’ll be right back and as soon as I open the door to the hall I’m staring at him.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” I groan.

He stops dead in his tracks, taking a glance over his shoulder to see me standing in my doorway. He’s dressed in only a towel, holding it closed while it hangs low on his hips. His hair is wet, clearly making his way back to his room from the showers and his chest and arms are rippling with muscles under his damp skin.

God those arms could crush me like a grape.

“Morning neighbor,” He grins, clearly getting a kick out of this, “Someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?”

“You’re in this building?”

“You bet, room 7C down the hall.”

“Well, neighbor, for future reference, most people in this building take their clothes to the shower with them.”

“You Americans,” He chuckles, starting to walk away from my doorway, “So prude, have a nice day Harley.”

He disappears down the hall and then behind his door and my mind gets to work on picturing what he looks like without the towel. You can nearly feel the tension between us in the air, it was palpable. I could even feel his eyes on me, looking me up and down and lingering on my lips. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to clear my head as I take a deep breath and start on my way to the laundry room downstairs.

I put a load in the wash, briefly tuning into the dramatic soap playing on the tiny TV hung on the wall. I decide to head back to my now empty room since Danielle left for class and end up wasting most of my day away on a bad Netflix original movie, only pausing half way through to go move my clothes to the dryer.

I order a pizza for dinner before my night class and go back downstairs to grab my laundry out of the dryer. Just as I’m opening the dryer and emptying my clothes back into my basket I get a text that the pizza guy is downstairs waiting for me.

“Shit, shit, shit.” I huff under my breath, quickly shoving all my clothes in my basket and slamming the dryer shut behind me.

I rush back to my dorm, chucking the basket of clean clothes inside before heading to the stairwell and nearly sprinting down them to get to the ground floor. I meet the rather impatient pizza guy downstairs before bringing the food back up to my room. I’ve just barely finished the first slice half way through a Criminal Minds episode when there’s a knock at the door. I groan, dragging myself from the couch and tossing the blanket off.

I open the door, rolling my eyes, “Dani, you have got to start remembering your key when you-” I’m cut off as I come face to face with him rather than Dani, “Oh, um, hi?”

“Hi,” He repeats, now dressed in a pair of grey joggers and a plain black t-shirt, “I believe you dropped something in the laundry room earlier.”

He reveals his arm from behind his back, holding out his hand with my bright red lacy thong dangling from his pointer finger. I can feel my entire face heat to match the shade of my panties, but I won’t let him get the satisfaction. I go to snatch them from his hand, but he stops me, gripping them in his fist instead and using them as leverage to pull me a bit closer to him.

“Probably want to be a bit more careful where you leave your panties lying around, darling,” He smirks, “Unless you want to leave them on my bedroom floor of course.”

It’s the final straw, those few words spoken in his deliciously deep voice absolutely dripping with that amazing accented tone, on top of the way he’s dressed, every muscle visible beneath the fabric of his t-shirt. I don’t know what I’m doing until I’m pulling him to me by my own grip on the lacy underwear between us, my mouth meeting his and his teeth instantly biting my bottom lip between them.

“Yours or mine?” He breathes out, pulling away from me just long enough to get the words out.

“Where’s your roommate?” I ask breathlessly.

“Vacation,” He says, “Till Wednesday.”

“Yours,” I laugh, pressing my lips back to his, “Definitely yours.”

He walks me backwards down the hall to his dorm room, shoving me up against the wall as he unlocks the door, his lips working down my neck. As soon as the door is open he walks me through it, bending down to grab the backs of my thighs and hoisting me into the air. He kicks the door closed with his foot and I laugh against his mouth as he carries me past his bedroom doorway, slamming that behind us as well.

He lays me out on the bed, nearly tossing me right on top of the mattress, my lacy red underwear still gripped in his hand.

“Any chance you got something this cute under there?” He chuckles, holding them up in both hands to really show them off.

“Why don’t you come find out?” I tease.

He rolls his eyes, finally kneeling onto the edge of the bed and crawling over to me. He starts to lean over me, but I shove his shoulder, forcing him to lay against the mattress before swinging my leg over him. I can feel him underneath me immediately and it makes my legs clench together on either side of him.

“Hi,” I breathe, planting my hands on his chest and meeting his eyes.

“Hi,” He repeats back to me, that bright smile of his making my stomach flip, “You gonna come down here or...?”

“Oh, shut up,” I laugh finally leaning down and connecting our lips once again.

His lips are ridiculously soft against mine while the feeling of his muscles under his t-shirt are quite the opposite. He reaches up to cup my face with both hands, trying to somehow pull me closer as if we aren’t close enough as it is. I can’t figure out exactly where I want to put my hands; his shoulders, his biceps, god, in that amazing curly hair.

My hips start to move against him without my volition and he groans into my mouth, a deliciously deep reverberation that makes me grind my hips into him even more. He grunts against my lips, finally pulling away and resting his forehead against mine instead, breathing heavily.

“You alright there tiger?” I tease him, threading my fingers through his hair, “Need a breather already?”

“Shut your mouth,” He chuckles, grabbing me around the waist and trying to flip us over so he’s on top.

He greatly underestimates the size of his twin dorm bed when he does so, both of us rolling off the edge and tumbling to the shag carpeted floor beneath us. I expect the mood to be ruined, for him to get up and usher me right out the door because how awkward is this, right? I’m beyond surprised when he starts laughing, both of us splayed flat on our backs and heaves out a sigh as he rolls over to face me again.

“That was pretty smooth of me, eh?” He jokes, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

I shake my head, chuckling too, “No I’m okay, just gonna have a massive bruise on my ass most likely.”

He laughs again, finally pulling himself to his feet and offering me a hand to help me up. I’m not sure what I expect past that, maybe a hug to send me on my way now that the atmosphere has completely changed but that tension is still between us, the same tension that’s been building since the moment he said a single word in the supermarket.

The second I’m back on my feet he shoves me onto the bed and I can’t even begin to hide the shock in my features. He’s back on top of me in seconds, his lips pressed to mine and I’m sure the surprised whimper that leaves my mouth fuels his ego to the gods.

“You alright there tiger?” He mocks, and I resist the urge to reach up and slap him.

“Careful.” I quip, pulling away from him to meet his eyes.

“Careful?” He asks, quirking up his eyebrow at me, “I’m sorry are you telling me what to do sweetheart?”

I gulp, the smooth but stern voice he’s using making my thighs quiver. He seems to notice, his eyes darting down between us and a small chuckle escaping his lips. He looks back up at me, his eyes dark and brooding, before they flicker to my hands at my sides. He grabs my left wrist roughly, holding it above my head against the mattress before doing the same to my right arm as well. I’m nearly squirming underneath him, my entire body steaming to the touch as his eyes bore into mine.

“Something wrong, love?” He asks, the condescending tone to his voice making my whole body shake.

“Course not,” I pant, my breath coming out heavier than I anticipated, “Just fuckin peachy over here.”

He chuckles a bit, his grip on my wrists growing tighter, “You’re not very patient, you know that?”

I’m not sure what it is that’s making me writhe the way I am; perhaps it’s the countless months I’ve gone without sex since my last messy breakup, or maybe it’s the way in which this all panned out with a stranger over some fucking underwear, or fuck, maybe it’s just him and the way that cocky smirk on his face makes my insides twist.

“Patience is a virtue,” I say carefully, making sure to keep my tone even, “I’m more about vices.”

His left hand releases my wrist and I prepare myself for his hand reaching where I need him most, sucking in a breath between my teeth and letting my eyes flutter closed but it never comes. My eyes peel back open to see his hand hovering over my neck instead. He meets my eyes before his fingers finally grace the skin of my throat, applying just the slightest bit of pressure almost as if to test the waters.

I’m nearly dizzy as he does so, the temperature in this room suddenly a million degrees. He removes his hand again, the pressure around my throat leaving me and I whimper in distaste, making him chuckle again.

“Poor thing,” He chastises, my legs clenching together on either side of him, “I can’t do it all though, if only there was a way I could hold down both your wrists and choke that pretty neck.”

I watch his hand dig into the pocket of his joggers and once again pull out the thin red lacy fabric of my panties, holding them between us.

“Mind if I use these?” He asks, clearly knowing the answer but wanting to get a reaction out of me anyways.

“Yes, god,” I gulp, “Please.”

He grabs my hands, moving them completely above my head before wrapping the panties around them a few times, tying them together. He tugs on them a bit to make sure they’re pretty secure before looking back down at me, his eyes completely blown out in lust, his pupil swallowing his surrounding iris.

His lips are back on mine in seconds, his now free hands roaming my body before one hand rests on my neck, gripping the sides and applying a bit more pressure than the last time. I whimper into this mouth and curse myself for doing so as soon as my eyes flutter open to see that cocky smirk on his face once again.

“Eager, sweetheart?” He teases, and my hand reaches up to smack him before I remember I’m bound in a pair of my own underwear, “Ah, ah, be a good girl and stay still.”

Hearing the words good girl come out of his mouth makes my entire body squirm and he grins again, that lopsided condescending grin and I know he’s getting off on this, making me writhe underneath him. He leans down to kiss my stomach, hiking my shirt up as he goes before working his way down and tugging my pants down my legs. I hold my breath in anticipation but when I look down the bed to meet his eyes he simply kisses the inside of my thighs, ghosting his mouth over the thin fabric of my panties.

“Fucking please,” I beg, my breath coming out in heaves, “Is this some kind of joke to you?”

“Please what, princess?” He asks, my legs threatening to squeeze his head between them, “Tell me what you want, hm?”

“You cocky bastard,” I huff, my mind getting fuzzier by the second the closer he gets to my center, “You know what I want.”

He stops abruptly, sitting back up from his small assault on my inner thighs, “What did you say, love? Care to repeat that? Couldn’t quite here you down here.”

There’s an edge to his voice, like glass, it cuts right through me and makes my thighs quiver, “N-no,” I stutter, “Didn’t say anything.”

“That’s what I thought,” He grins, leaning back down between my legs, “Now be a good girl and tell me what you want me to do to you.”

I suck in a breath sharply, but I won’t let him know how his words affect me, “Oh daddy,” I mock, rolling my eyes, “Need you so bad.”

He grabs me by the ankles, flipping me onto my stomach and sends an echoing smack to my ass, the stinging sensation that radiates afterwards making my toes curl. He flips me back onto my back, his dangerously dark eyes meeting mine as he spreads my legs apart once again, holding my thighs down against the mattress.

“Want to try that again, princess?”

“Fuck,” I gasp, the edge to his voice making the whispered swear fall from my mouth involuntarily, “Um, yes.”

“Yes what?” He growls, leaning down to hold my jaw in his hand, his eyes drilling into mine waiting for a response.

“Yes daddy.”

“Now you’re getting it, good girl,” He grins, his hand that was gripping my jaw moving to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, “Now open up,” I oblige, slowly opening my mouth and he pushes his middle and ring finger past my lips. It catches me a bit off guard, but he only nods his head, “Get them nice and wet for me love, don’t want to hurt you.”

He pulls them from my mouth, a small string of saliva connecting them to my lips. He chuckles a bit, clearly getting a kick out of how worked up I am for him before finally pushing my panties to the side and pressing his fingers into me. I instantly turn my head to the side, muffling the moan that escapes my mouth into my pillow. As soon as he realizes what I’m doing he grabs me by the hair, holding my head straight.

“None of that,” He says sternly, “Wanna hear your pretty sounds, babygirl.”

I’m dangerously close to the edge just from the words pouring from his mouth in that accented tone that makes my entire body shiver. That condescending smirk finds its way back to his lips and I know that he can tell I’m close, just teetering on the edge already.

“Needy little thing, are we?” He teases, “Already gonna cum and daddy’s barely touched you yet.”

His words are almost just enough to push me over the edge, but I hold off as much as I can, straining away from his touch as much as I can with my hands bound above my head and his weight on top of me. I feel the particular twist in my stomach, that burning sensation in the very pit of my abdomen just as my eyes squeeze shut and my vision goes white. His fingers work me through it, his mouth finally hovering over where I need him most, sucking my sensitive bud into his mouth and making me shake.

I feel his fingers withdraw from me and suddenly he’s pushing them past my lips once again, but this time I taste myself on them, swirling my tongue around each one to suck them clean. I meet his eyes as he pulls them from my mouth and my hips involuntarily buck up to meet the bulge prominent in his pants.

“Still needy, are we?” He chuckles.

“Please shut up and take your pants off already.” I beg, my hips bucking up to meet him again.

“You see I would but,” He starts, sitting back on his heels, “It seems I don’t have a condom, would you happen to have one?”

“Would I, no, you have got to be fucking kidding me,” I stutter breathlessly, my blood starting to boil in disbelief, “What kind of guy doesn’t keep a pack of rubbers around you idiot?”

“Careful,” He warns, his voice dropping into that deep calculated tone that makes me shiver, “And perhaps a guy that just moved in this week and hasn’t necessarily had buying rubbers on the mind,” He says, “That is until he met a spunky purple haired girl in the supermarket.”

His words make my stomach do a few somersaults, but I don’t let it extinguish the pissed off fire burning in my stomach knowing that I won’t be getting the relief I desperately need right now.

“You’re serious?” I ask, “You don’t have any?”

“Serious, darling,” He chuckles, “But instead of moping about it, you’re going to take what I give you and say thank you daddy when I’m done, understand?”

I nod my head vigorously, despite wanting to do the exact opposite. What kind of hold does that goddamn accent have on me?

“Good,” He smiles, clearly pleased with my response, “And maybe if you’re a good girl next time daddy will remember to hit the store.”

“Next time?” I ask, not filtering the shock from my voice.

He laughs a bit, reaching up to finally untie my hands, “Yes, next time, did you want this to just be a one-time thing, princess?”

I can’t form the words I want to say as I sit up a bit, rubbing my wrists only slightly from the rough fabric of the lace wrapped around them, “I um, I don’t-”

“That’s what I thought,” He smirks, standing from the bed and holding out a hand to me, “Now come on, didn’t you get pizza?”

I smile, taking his hand and starting to stand to my feet, my legs a bit wobbly and I’m thankful for the stability of his arm to lean on.

“Do you have anything to uh,” I start, cringing when I feel the wetness in between my thighs, “Clean up with?”

“Nope,” He says cheerfully, “You keep that pretty mess I made between those thighs, babygirl.”

My knees nearly buckle, and I’m cursing him for his lack of condoms and the ache between my legs as I pull my pants back on, following him to the door to the hall. He stops abruptly just inside the doorway, turning back to meet my eyes.

“What’s my name?” He asks cheekily.

“Harry,” I say confidently, “Why? Are you worried I forgot already?”

He grabs my ass in his hand tightly, squeezing the skin, his voice calculated, “I said, what’s my name?”

I gulp, leaning into his grip on me a bit more as my knees wobble, “Daddy.”

He releases his grip on my ass, giving it a quick smack, “’Atta girl, let’s get some pizza in you so you’re ready for round two,” He grins, throwing his arm around my shoulder and tucking me into his side as we walk down the hall to my room instead, “Maybe after we can hit the store, I seemed to have forgotten to pick something up last time I went.”

#harry styles #harry #harry styles smut #one direction #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles blurb #harry styles writing #one direction smut #harry smut #harry styles oneshot #daddy!harry #dom!harry #sub!y/n

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kaleidoru · 4 months

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grossly under-dressed florida man and some cat with too many tails about to unleash hell on local town, more news at 11

#anthro #furry #cat #fox #witch #oc: cat o nine tails #oc: panty thief #oc: shima #oc: cat #the cat o nine tails was the first OC I ever made as a child LMAO

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bobathirstaccount · 2 years

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Professional Hazards III

Part 2

Boba x fem!reader x OC, smut

Your fourth meeting with Fett.

Translations (Mando’a)

Ge’hutuun - petty thief (impolite)

Ika - diminutive suffix

Ge’hutuun’ika - little thief? I guessed

Translations (Twi’lek)

Darap - name, meaning stone

TW: unprotected sex

***  You sat in the corner of the bar, nursing a fire whiskey. Where was Fett? You were getting bored. The door opened and he appeared, finally. He scanned the bar, unmoving. The bar tender, noticeably bored, perked up when she saw him.

He nodded at you and walked over to the bar to speak with the eager bar tender, who leaned forward over the bar suggestively. Then he came to your table. Sitting down, he took off his helmet and set it down lightly on the table, across from you. You met his sharp eyes unwaveringly. “What now, babe?”

The edges of his mouth turned up. “Threesome?”

The bar tender walked up, setting down a spotchka as she placed a hand on his shoulder. She looked at you curiously, then sauntered away.

You narrowed your eyes at him, “With who?”

“With Darap of course.”

“The bar tender?”  “Yes.”

You looked at him incredulously. “Fine I guess.” You finally said. Then you added, “What’s her deal?”

 “Their deal,” he corrected you, taking a sip of spotchka.

“Ok I get their deal now,” you said, interested.

“They like you already,” he commented. You raised an eyebrow, “Whatchu two talking about already?”  ”Just asked if they wanted to fuck you with me.”

You stared at him. He smiled mischievously.

Darap came up and sat down next to you, running an elegant hand across your shoulders. You shuddered. “I’m on a break.” 

That seemed to be a cue. Fett set down his beverage and looked at you. You looked at him and then Darap. They were both smiling wantonly at you. You gave a small gulp. They both leaned towards you and put a hand on either of your knees. Almost in unison, their hands slid up your thighs, meeting at your pussy. They both started to rub you. You made a pained noise and looked around to see if anyone was noticing. Everyone was paying attention to their own business.  ”Let’s go to the back,” Darap whispered breathily. Boba grabbed your forearm and pulled you up. Darap grabbed your ass, standing to follow. They led you to the back and down some narrow corridors. You passed no one. You found yourself in some sort of office.  ”The manager is out,” Darap commented, closing and locking the door. Boba sat you down on the desktop, unzipping your flight suit. You were scandalized, but didn’t want to show it. So you sat there, tits out, acting normal.

Darap slipped out of their dress, letting it fall into a slinky pile. They were totally naked. You reached out to them, taking their cock in your hand. They moaned and licked Boba’s face, biting him softly on the lower lip. He moved his head away from them, but grabbed their hip lightly. You slid down onto your knees and started to suck Darap off. “What about Boba?” Darap started to undo his pants. His cock sprung out eagerly. You grabbed it with your other hand and tore yourself away from Darap to deep throat Boba. You chocked violently on him, making him groan in surprise. He wrapped his right hand into your hair and yanked. You pulled him out and brought Darap’s cock over to play as well. You licked and sucked both of them, taking turns. Darap kept trying to make out with Boba, but he pushed their face away from him. Finally Darap said suggestively, “Let’s fill some holes.”

Boba pulled you up by your hair, making you yell at him. He smiled and shrugged, then stripped your flight suit off you again. Darap grabbed your panties and pulled them off, while Boba pulled your bralette off and tossed it aside. You watched it fly out of your view, more interested in what he had in mind.

 Darap grabbed your hips and pulled you so that you were in between them and Boba. They took their cock and slide it in between your ass cheeks. They stopped and nuzzled your entrance lightly. “I wanna fuck your tight little ass,” they whispered over your shoulder. Boba meanwhile had slipped his cock in between your legs. He was rubbing the head of his cock into your pussy lips, poking your other entrance. You shuddered and sighed your consent. Darap spit into their hand and started to line themselves up. Boba thrust his way inside you, holding your hips tightly. You put your hands on his chest, looking up at him. Your eyes widened slightly as Darap penetrated you. You let out a gasp and wrapped your arms around his neck, digging into his skin with your fingernails. He hmmd at you, looking down. Darap bit your neck and started to stroke you in earnest. Boba lifted one of your legs up. Darap’s hands traveled to your tits, squeezing them and pulling on your nipples. Boba’s hand trailed down to your clit and lightly rubbed uneven circles on it.

You nipped at his chin again. He growled softly and leaned down to lick your lips. You bit after him, but he evaded you. Darap’s hands made their way up to your throat. They squeezed experimentally. You smiled, “I’m very chokable, mm?” Boba met your gaze and grinned at you, “Your neck is so pretty. Perfect for choking.”

You lifted your chin, exposing your throat to him. He looked at you darkly. Darap hummed and squeezed you a bit more tightly. Boba moved in and out of you slowly, lazily. Darap’s thrusts were a bit more energetic. Together, they made you wriggle in pleasure. You started to see stars again and gasped. Darap’s hands loosened enough to let you breath. Boba kissed your open mouth, licking your tongue. You kissed back, surprised but enjoying it. Darap started to choke you again, but Boba kept kissing you, starting to stroke you a little faster. The pressure from his fingers on your clit increased. You moaned frantically, cumming on him without warning. “Mmm.. there’s that tight little pussy again,” Boba moaned, feeling your pussy clutch around him. Darap hissed, releasing your throat and biting the back of your neck.

Boba pulled out of you and pushed you down onto the desk, face first. He entered your pussy again, fucking you hard and fast. You ooohed in surprise. You heard Darap say something, and then move around the room. Suddenly their cock was in your face. You grabbed them eagerly and twirled your tongue around the tip of their cock, making them say your name and grab your hair. You gagged yourself on Darap. They groaned and started to fuck into your mouth.

Boba meanwhile was playing with your asshole while he fucked you. “Do you miss being filled up in there?” He pushed a finger inside, making you softly call out his name around Darap’s cock. Darap pulled your hair and gagged you viciously. Boba laughed and snapped his hips into you, making your pussy start to clutch again. You moaned, begging for more. Darap pulled out, cumming on your face. You licked the tip as Darap recovered. Boba continued to fuck your pussy while playing with your ass.

“Fuck my ass, Boba,” Darap said sensually. They walked around the desk and sat down on it next to you. Boba grunted, “Be right back, ge’hutuun’ika.” He pulled out of you and you felt him push Darap down. You turned your head to see him fucking them while choking them mercilessly. You played with their tits, sliding over to lick and bit their nipples. Boba slammed into them, making them gasp moans out through their choking. You ran one hand down and started to play with Darap’s cock. They let out a strangled noise, wrapping their legs around Boba and panting his name. Darap was still under Boba, whimpering and grabbing at him. He brushed Darap’s hands away and turned his head towards you. You turned over on the table and put your feet up on the edge of it, spreading your legs wide. You looked at him innocently, “See anything you want?” You simpered. He made a noise like a predator and grabbed your legs, penetrating you quickly. You yelped and felt him plunging deep into you. “Fuck her pussy good. As good as you fucked me,” Darap crooned, rubbing your tits lightly. You felt him getting close, and wrapped your legs around him. He grunted and bent over to grab your shoulder. He pulled you up into a sitting position, crushing a kiss into your mouth. You ate it up, licking and biting back at him. He bucked and came in you, grunting and extending the kiss into a passionate one. He grabbed both sides of your face and kissed you as the aftershocks of his orgasm ripped through him. Darap’s hands fell from your body and you thought you heard a slight gasp. But you were drowning in Boba.

When he finaly pulled away, you were both breathless. You looked into his eyes as you both panted. He looked like he was about to say something, but Darap moved and his eyes shifted to them. He pulled out of you unceremoniously and readjusted his clothing. Darap looked at his lips and bit theirs. You felt a moment of tension and dipped down to gather your clothing. You grabbed Darap’s dress and tossed it onto the desk. Boba turned away from Darap, “Getting dressed already?”

You looked up, surprised. He laughed a gravelly laugh and pulled you into a standing position. “Get dressed. Or do you need my help again.” His hand went to the small of your back.

“Maybe you just want an excuse to touch me?”

“I don’t need an excuse.” He pinched your side lightly.

Darap cleared their throat. You looked between them, sensing again a type of tension. “Well, I’m off.” You looked into Boba’s eyes, wanting him to kiss you again. He stared back, but didn’t move. You turned away and unlocked the door, leaving without looking back.

***

You made it as far as the gangway of your ship before he overtook you. A hard hand closed on your shoulder as you had stepped foot on it. You had gasped and turned around, trying to unsheathe your knife. You stared into Boba’s visor. “The data stick,” he said simply.

You stared at him. “Do I need to do another cavity search?” You smiled, “You’d like that, though.”  ”I would, but I really need the stick.”

You sighed, defeated. You thought with all the distraction you could get away. You held it up in your left hand. He grabbed it, stopping to look at you. You released the data stick and separated your hand from his. “Until next time?”

He snorted softly, “I’m looking forward to it.” With that he turned and was gone, leaving you to wobble up into your ship. You thought about him kissing you and shuddered, getting goosebumps. No one would believe this part of your story. Again.

#boba smut #boba fett smut #boba x reader #boba fett x reader #boba fett x female reader #boba fett x f!reader #boba fett x you #boba x you #boba fett fanfiction

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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A Yandere!Hawks/OC piece for a very lovely anonymous commissioner, featuring her character, Miya, and the foul-feather man himself. This might be my first time writing for Keigo, but I feel like it went well enough. I may have taken a few creative liberties with his dialogue, though...

Word Count: 2.1k

TW: Non-Con, Semi-Public Sex, Groping, Entitlement and Delusional Mindsets.

It wasn’t that Miya didn’t like Keigo.

She didn’t like him, but she couldn’t say she disliked him, either. She respected his work as a hero, and appreciated the levity his reputation held, even if she wasn’t particularly fond of the young Pro when he was out of costume. Like everyone else, she’d had her run-ins with him, but as time went on and her life progressed, she seemed to see more of him, hear more of him, whether it was that laugh or that smirk or that lazy, smug tone that permeated his voice like rainwater overflowing from a gutter after a heavy storm. She couldn’t bring herself to hate him, but one day, she might.

One day soon, preferably.

That’d make rejecting him much easier than it was now.

Even now, it was difficult not to grit her teeth as her eyes darted towards his shoes, moving in pace with her own as she walked, her stride much faster than it had to be despite Keigo offering to take the lead. The incident had been over an hour ago, and Miya would like to think that she hadn’t seemed shaken. It was just a petty criminal, a thief looking for someone who’d cower at the first sight of claws and scales, but she’d always found it difficult to be intimidated by a quirk, however villainous it appeared. She’d been ready to defend herself, but Keigo was on the attack before she could make a move, and he was more than happy to take the credit when all the newscasters and amateur journalists arrived to document his feat, leaving Miya swept up in the chaos. He’d insisted on walking her home, afterward, and she hadn’t been able to think of a good excuse to tell him to fuck off.

How many times had he saved her, now? It could’ve been that they followed similar routes, or the recent influx in crime, but this had to be the fifth time he’d come to her rescue, if not the sixth. Vigilant crime-fighters weren’t an issue, but it was hard not to feel… unnerved by the frequency. Up until a few months ago, she’d never even seen a hero on patrol, and now one was trailing her, ready to lunge at the slightest hint of a treat. It was just her ego talking, she knew that, but her ego could be loud. Unignorable at the worst of times, unfortunately.

Keigo huffed, drawing her out of her thoughts, raising his arms and cupping his hands behind his head, forming a make-shift support as he glanced idly towards the sky. “Awfully thoughtful tonight,” He commented, filling the uncomfortable silence. He was smiling, but it was one of his reflexive grins, reassuring to most but off-putting to anyone who spent more than a moment in his company. Miya wasn’t proud to belong to the latter group. “You’re not gettin’ sick of me, are you? I’d hate to turn you off your favorite hero.”

“I prefer Endeavor,” She mumbled, more for herself than for him. Her eyes darted to the sidewalk, then the buildings on either side of the road. It was late, by now, so most of the shops were closed, but she could still see the signs and brands posted outside, each name more unrecognizable than the last. “Hawks--”

Keigo clicked his tongue, his smile faltering, a frown beginning to pull at the corners of his lips. “I thought I told you to call me--”

“Hawks,” She affirmed, her tone more authoritative than it had to be. “Are you sure this is a shortcut? None of this seems familiar, and it feels like we’ve gone too far… I think I’d know the best way to get to my own apartment, by now.”

Her skepticism earned her a glance out of the corner of his eye, half-obscured by his sleeve as he shifted to get a better look at her. With an inaudible sigh, he dropped his arms back to his sides, his smile softening as he took her wrist. She opened her mouth, but Keigo didn’t give her a chance to get anything out, holding a finger to his lips as he spoke. “Have I ever been wrong?” He asked, ignoring her hasty nod. “Just trust me, I’ll have you home in no time.”

Before she could protest, he was pulling her into a narrow alleyway between a convenience store and a larger, unnamed building, the space so narrow, they struggled to walk side-by-side. Away from the streetlights, it took her eyes a moment to adjust, but sight did little to alleviate her confusion. Rather, she only grew more unnerved as a fence came into view, chainlink but tall, too tall to easily be scaled. Again, she moved to voice her thoughts and again, Keigo had other plans. Plans that seemed to have less and less to do with keeping her safe.

She wasn’t sure how it happened. One second, she was just turning towards him, and the next, she was facing a brick wall, her hands coming up reflexively to support herself, Hawks’ arm wrapped around her waist and his chest pressed against her back, the bulk of his attire doing little to stifle how suffocated she suddenly felt, dread welling up and boiling over before she had a chance to stifle it. She tried to scream, but a downy glove was quick to stop her, shooting to her mouth and muffling the sound. Keigo only kissed the nape of her neck, cooing something unintelligible, like he had the right to try and calm her down.

“C’mon, baby, don’t make this harder than it had to be,” He muttered, a finger slipping below the waistband of her shorts. Instantly, panic set in, and she threw her weight against him, grappling and fighting for any opening she could get. Keigo’s hold tightened, and he let out a soft growl as he shoved her against the wall, two feathers shooting out from his wings and finding her sweater, long sleeves soon pinned to the solid stone, trapping Miya with them. Still, Keigo was gentle, slow, taking his time to work her shorts down to her thighs as if he didn’t have any place better to be. “We could’ve done this your way, but you just had to huff and groan until you lost your chance. We’re gonna do this how I want to, now.”

“Fucking pervert,” She spat, but her voice died in her throat as he pawed at her ass, pressing another kiss into the dip of her shoulder. Fabric rustled, something soft falling to the ground, his now free hand brushing past her thigh to rub against the seat of her panties, tracing her slit for a moment before pushing distinct, measured circles into her clit. Even with a layer of cloth and disgust separating them, his expertise was undeniable, each tic of his fingers and buck of his hips against her sending a shock through her system, uninvited but not unpleasant. Miya grit her teeth, her jaw locking into place and her eyes clenching shut in an effort to block him out, but there was nothing she could do to ignore the long, low whistle he let out as her hips twitched, dampness just beginning to accumulate on his fingertips. Keigo only nuzzled into her back, nearly purring in satisfaction.

“This might’ve been more romantic, if you weren’t so stubborn,” He mumbled, absentmindedly pulling her panties to the side as he spoke. Abruptly, two fingers were pushed inside of her, leaving her to clench and adjust as he scissored her open, alternating between curling and pumping, whichever made her knees buckle and needy, pathetic whimpers work their way past her lips. “Been planning it out for a while, since the first time I saved my little damsel in distress. Woulda bought you roses, taken you back to my place, all that shit. Guess we’ll save that for that later, though.” His palm came up, grinding against her clit, and Miya gasped, involuntarily pushing herself into his chest. Keigo chuckled, his ministrations becoming more aggressive. “Shoulda waited this time, too. You were just bein’ so cold, I didn’t think I could help myself.”

Miya tried to speak, but all that came out was a pitiful, incoherent stutter as he pulled away, his grip moving to her waist as he dragged her back, forcing her to brace herself against the unforgiving wall and pray for mercy. She felt the tip of his cock press against her cunt, but that was all the warning she got before he was pushing inside her, refusing to stop until he’d bottomed out with a blatant, shameless groan. The stretch was painful, too snug to mean anything good, but that didn’t stop Keigo from grinding against her, starting to thrust just as her legs gave out, leaving Keigo to hold her up. If he cared, though, she couldn’t tell, his hold on her hips growing bruising as he moved inside her, spikes of pleasure and pain striking at her core in unforgiving, unyielding waves. Tears blurred her vision, welling in the corners of her eyes, but moans mixed with the sobs, forming something hellish in the middle ground. Keigo cooed, his tone turning delicate, infantilizing. Adoring, if she was being optimistic, but Miya couldn’t find it in herself to be so positive.

“You’re so tight, baby. Are you still scared of me?” He snapped his hips against hers, making a point of relishing in the high-pitched whine that crawled out of her throat. She stopped making an effort to be quiet, suddenly finding herself thankful for the passing cars, the footsteps of distant pedestrians, her own breathy, heated pants. Anything to distract her from the wet, sloppy sounds of Keigo fucking into her cunt. “Don’t worry, we’ll change that,” He assured, before the air hitched in his lungs, his pace losing rhythm for the blink of an eye. “Or, maybe we won’t. I’m gonna take such good care of you… I get to be selfish about this, yeah?”

It might’ve been the adrenaline, or the fear or Keigo’s intensity or anything, but when one of his hands fell past her waist, reaching around to tease her clit… That was all she needed to clench around him, her chest seizing up and her knees knocking together as she came, the break from that constant, thudding pressure coming as a relief. And yet, it didn’t do anything to block out the feeling of Keigo pulling out, barely getting a fist around his cock before something thick and hot coated the back of her thigh.

There was silence, for a moment, only broken by the labored breaths both of them struggled to take. Miya didn’t have to worry about it for very long, though.

He kissed her jaw, the two red fathers keeping her pinned falling to the ground, lifeless. She could hear him fishing something out of his coat’s pocket, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at what it was. “Close your eyes, alright? We’re going home.”

A rag pressed against her lower face, and the world around her went black.

Miya was sore when she woke up, her head pounding and her legs aching despite the plush surface she’d been laid on. She was almost tempted to lean into it, to go back to sleep and worry about the pain another time, but a dip in the mattress was enough to inject a cold, sobering dose of reality into her veins, the severity of her situation slowly beginning to dawn on her. Hesitantly, she sat up, keeping her gaze focused on satin sheets and more pillows than any one person could ever need, her survey ending when her eyes landed on the sleek, polished metal shackle wrapped around her ankle, connected to a seamless tether that fell off the side of the bed. Miya felt herself deflate, her hope spiraling as quickly as her pride had.

She almost didn’t feel the lithe fingertips soon rubbing at her shoulders, a familiar face leaning into her side. “Don’t be too mad at me, princess,” Keigo mumbled, his voice quiet, comforting. As soothing as it was repulsive. “The chain’ll come off as soon as you come around. Be good for me, and I won’t have to make things any worse.”

“You kidnapped me,” She retorted, but her voice was weak, barely audible. She just glared, biting the inside of her cheek. “Hawks--”

“Keigo. You’re supposed to call me Keigo.” His hold around her shoulder tightened, and Miya cringed, crying out breathlessly, but Keigo only laughed, the sound forced, volatile.

Cruel.

“But, we’ll have plenty of time to work on that, won’t we?”

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sleepyxdarling · 4 years

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New to this but I wonder if any of the oc boys would collect photos, trinkets or something personal from their darlings? Or would they make art too look like the darling?

Um..yes!

Yoshi

He has way too much pride to admit he takes things from his darling but he sure does!

You will notice your body sprays are missing

Yoshi also swipes your shampoo and towel

anything that smells like you is his!

He won't make a shrine he will make a nest!

a pile of clothes, towels, and anything else he could get his hands on just drowned in the smell of your body spray

Cue him coming back from college and just falling into the pile and becoming a mess

He isn't artsy or anything but he totally steals pictures of you and puts it on a poster board

He is so in love that he hates it

If anyone notices that he smells different he will go into tsundere mode

Oh God if people notice he smells like you he will explode

"shut the hell up! Why would I wanna smell like complete trash?! Ugh how insulting! [Name] smells like pigs! No worse than that! Cat litter!"

You best believe he will go home and roll around in his nest of your stuff cause damn that smell is too amazing..just too good

Ryo

This guy...oh this guy

Panty thief for days

Your underwear is his!

Also photos for days

He had many many book full of pictures of you

Also his walls covered in pictures of you..god he loves you

Has a shrine just for your underwear

Is a crafty motherfucker

Will take your underwear and cut it up and make a hankerchief just so he can carry it around in public

"ryo.. are you sniffing your hankerchief?"

"ah..yeah.."

My guy is also a master at taking pictures of you during the most intimate moments

During showers, sleeping, when you are going out, Even eating

He has a picture of your baby picture in his wallet

How did he get that?!

He has no shame and if you were to ever find out he would brag bout it

Shun

Babyboy steals your pillows and napkins from you

He is sleeping on the same pillow as you did..he is in love

Your chapstick is also his and he will use that

It's indirect kissing!!!!

He takes pictures but sucks at hiding it

"shin...are you taking a picture of me?"

"mhm! [Name] is just toooo cute! Haha!"

Proceeds to take five more pictures

He has a picture of you on his bedside table

So when he wakes up he sees you

Oh! Also hair brushes are all his

He likes to use it cause it makes him feel special

He will also wear your jackets and sweater just out in public

He's a rich boy so it's weird he is wearing something so casual

If you question him

"oh! We just wear the same brand! Haha! Cool!"

He feels bad for lying but he can't let you know just yet..you have to say you love him first.

Speaking of I love you

He will record your voice and edit it to say "I love you shin"

That is now his alarm in the morning

He wants to hear you say it for real but for now it's okay

Ryuji

He is far more respectful than the others

He takes small things

Pens, paper you used, maybe paper clips or rubber bands

Okay..he stole one shirt and wears it to sleep all the time

He does use the same brand of hair products you use though cause he wants to share your smell

As far as pictures of course not!

He films you sleeping..

You are just too cute!

He also likes to listen to the same music as you even if it isn't his favorite stuff

He does it for love

Plus that's another thing he can talk to you about

He does take pictures of you when you are doing something like reading or when you are too focused

Your focused face is the cutest thing in the world

He keeps those pictures hanging up in his room

He chugs his respect juice so he wouldn't dare take underwear or anything you think of as important

He respects your stuff and doesn't want to upset you by stealing something important..unless a lover gave you that

Sorry love but it's being torn up

Suke

Toothbrush..gone

Mouthwash..gone

Hairbrush..gone

Coffee mug..gone

He will take everything you put your mouth on or use and will use it

He loves your toothbrush cause he could just think about your mouth being on it

Since his senses are so strong he want things with your smell drowed in it

So he may have taken an old pair of underwear

If you have a stuffed animal he will also take that

He feels bad but it smells like you and he needs that

He one time took your blanket

He loves to paint of you

He one Time asked to touch your face and from then on has your face stuck in his head

Also crafted clay figures of you

He doesn't have a shrine cause that's weird

He just wants to be with you and this is how he does it..he loves you

Taro

This guy..

Everything you touch is his

Everything you throw away is his

Shrine?! Ha!

OWNS A WORSHIP ROOM FOR YOU

he has a life size scale sculpture of you in said room that he worships

And humps

He has shelves of your lost objects

Has so many pictures of you it's crazy

He gets very irritable if he doesn't pray to you at least three times a day

"father taro! I need a ble-"

"need to pray..go away."

He loves loves loves you!

Installed cameras all in your house

Watching you constantly and always takes pictures

Will wear your clothes when he's not in the church

He made a quilt using all your old clothes

He is so crazy for you

If you use hair ties he will take the and use them

Will use your razors

He wants to constantly touch you but this is all he can do

#yandere ocs #yandere imagines

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crystaljins · 5 years

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Breaking and entering

Characters: Jimin x Reader

Word count: 2.5 K

Synopsis: 5. Ceo!au + 4. meets messy + 1. “Are you sure this is legal?” [drabble game]

Notes: Ok, boy did this one get away from me because it was surprisingly fun to write! I went with a bit of a different oc than the type I usually write for and it was actually super fun! Hopefully you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it, haha

If the press saw you like this, they’d have a field day, that’s for sure. Half dangling over the high wall of the estate you were trying to break into. You kick out wildly with one stiletto, still trying to swing yourself over into the garden beneath.

“I can see your underwear!” Jungkook, your manager, complains, as he supports the weight of one foot. He cups the flat part of your designer stilettos and his body shakes with the strain of holding you up. He’s the one who helped hoist you up this high, but brawny as he is, there’s only so much he can help you in climbing over the fence.

“Well you’re welcome!” You snarl. “Lots of people would pay millions for a panty shot of me!”

“I have a girlfriend.” He reminds you irritably. One of his favourite pastimes is reminding you of the existence of said girlfriend. He’s very proud of her existence and decision to date him. “She’s your best friend.” He reminds you.

“She also told me not to break into the CEO’s house so she’s dead to me.” You huff, finally managing to yank yourself up so that you now sit on the top of the wall. All you need to do is jump down into the garden on the other side.

“Maybe she had a point!” He hisses. “Are you sure this is legal? Breaking into a CEO’s house in broad daylight because he wants to break off a contract with you?”

“We don’t have time for legal, Jungkook.” You remind him. “Park Jimin could be inside shredding my contract as we speak for all I know and I need to stop him before he does!” You raise one leg and begin taking off your stilettos- you probably should have removed them before climbing this far but you haven’t exactly been using your brain thus far in this operation. Jungkook winces again as the inelegant movement hoists up the short hemline of your absurdly suggestive dress and exposes your underwear to any paparazzi who happen to waltz by. Years in the spotlight as one of the country’s A-list actresses has failed to teach you to have an ounce of class, it seems.

“Why are you dressed like that to break into someone’s house anyway?” He complains as you swing your legs over and judge the distance you will have to leap down. It’s mostly soil and some expensive-looking bushes, so you don’t think you’ll sprain anything.

“Well for starters I didn’t think they’d deny me access and that I’d have to break in!” You protest, defending your outlandish and inappropriate attire. “But as for the other, well, Park Jimin is a man, and well… men are my specialty.” You offer with a wink. You miss Jungkook gagging and pretending to vomit because you take that moment to leap down into the garden below.

“I’ll call you when I’m done!” You call to your manager as he vanishes from view. You stumble a bit and wince as you feel part of the seam of your dress give way as you land. Hopefully your blazer, which is almost as long as the dress you are wearing, will conceal the rip.

You straighten and dust yourself off. You contemplate a celebrative fist pump at your success at breaking into the CEO’s garden, only to find yourself almost eye to eye with a bewildered and horrified gardener. At least, you assume he’s a gardener because he’s dressed sort of tacky like you assume a gardener would. Complete with floral sleeves to protect his arms from the bright sunlight and an awfully ugly straw hat.

He opens his mouth in what looks like the beginning of a scream and you panic. You chuck your stilettos to the side and stumble forward barefooted in the soil and clap two perfectly manicured hands over the gardener’s surprisingly plush lips.

“Please don’t call for security.” You beg, casting off the usual sultry and flirtatious persona you normally wear in your panic. The gardener’s gaze flickers over you, from your torn, tight fitting dress to your bare feet and discarded stilettos. No recognition lights his eyes like you are used to when people see you though, which is unusual.

He brings up one hand, covered in a gardening glove caked in soil and wraps it around your wrist, gently tugging your hand away from his mouth. Something about the expression in his eyes tells you he won’t rat you out.

“Are you… are you a thief?” He asks slowly, still bewildered and on guard, but no longer panicked like when you first scared him. You almost snicker.

“Would a thief dress like this?” You ask, striking a pose and then doing a little performative twirl to show off your attire. The only thing that ruins your look is the soil smear on your wrist and between your toes, and the tear in your dress. Otherwise you look remarkably well put-together for a famous actress breaking into the back garden of one of the richest CEOs in the country. The gardener blinks a few times and then his expression screws up in disbelief.

“Well if you’re not a thief, why are you here? And dressed like a prostitute, no less?” He demands. Your face heats up at his insult, and you suppose your outfit was a little too suggestive for broad daylight, particularly with the addition of the rip which to him probably just looks like a highly inappropriate thigh slit in your dress. You gaze down at your attire.

“Well, I suppose it is a little much.” You admit. But you straighten and meet the gardener’s gaze head on, with determination. “But I’m here to meet your boss.”

The gardener blinks a few times in confusion.

“My… my boss?” He asks. He looks far more confused than you think is warranted but perhaps your unexpected presence frightened him more than you realised. You nod.

“Yes. The owner of this mansion. Mr. Park Jimin, CEO of Bangtan Incorporated.” You explain slowly. Something odd flashes in the gardener’s face but you don’t notice his expression because your distracted in retrieving your stilettos. “I was hoping for the people out the front to let me in, but they refused entry.”

“So you broke into my- into my boss’ house? Because security refused you entry?” The gardener exclaims, and he looks at you like you have three heads. It’s not totally unfair that he should think you a bit strange, though, so you are not offended.

“Well, yes.” You admit. You reach out to rest a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself as you slip on your stilettos. He’s surprisingly sturdy beneath your hands, particularly as he tenses under your touch. It’s hard to tell because of his wide-brimmed hat, but the tips of his ears may glow a little red as well. “You see, I have something very important to discuss with your boss, and he’s been refusing to see me.” You explain. “I mean, you can probably guess what it’s about, considering who I am.”

He folds his arms once your stilettos are back on and you are steady once more, and stares at you with a distinctly unimpressed look.

“I really, really can’t guess, so please explain.” He says wryly. That causes you to frown, just slightly- you’re an A list celebrity, after all. A household name. It’s rare that people haven’t heard of you, particularly with the scandal you are currently embroiled in.

“Well, I’m (Y/N).” You say, a little meek at his failure to recognise you. “Surely you’ve seen all the news about me.”

Recognition finally dawns in his expression and his mouth drops to form a perfect “o” as he points at you. The effect is rather charming but you shake it off. You’re not about to be charmed by a mere gardener.

“You’re her?” The gardener cries. “The one with the bullying scandal?”

Well, doesn’t that just get your temper boiling? Nothing like being falsely accused to ruin a morning.

“Yes.” You say, between gritted teeth. “That’s me.”

The gardener looks you up and down like you’re a rather fascinating bug that’s wondered into his garden. Unusual, but still repulsive. The look brings to the surface a rather unpleasant feeling you’ve been pushing aside since the scandal broke a few days ago. The closest word to describe it is perhaps unease, but if you’re more honest with yourself, it’s probably just fear. Fear that everything you’ve worked so hard for yourself to gain is about to crumble beneath you and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

“So,” He begins, and his expression is much colder than before. “You’re probably here to stop m- stop him from throwing your contract in the garbage dump where it belongs, huh?” He questions. You wince and feel the need to defend yourself.

“Well, yes.” You confess. His eyes flash and he takes a step forward, a lot more imposing and intimidating than before. You’re confused by his sudden change in demeanour and find yourself fighting back the instinct to cower. He stops when he is directly in front of you, crowding your space and looking down his nose at you.

“So you broke into my- his house, despite securities refusal to let you in, ignored his requests for you to stop contact him about the contract, and decided that he’d be happy to keep up a contract with someone like you?” He questions rather condescendingly and rudely. But when he phrases it like that, the gravity of what you’d done seems to dawn on you. You don’t know how even his gardener knows that you’ve been begging Park Jimin not to shred your contract, but it makes you realise how shameless such actions must make you look. “Or did you think you could perhaps seduce him into agreeing? That a short dress and some designer heels would somehow sway him into making not only a poor business decision, but an unethical one that sends a message out to the entire world that his company is perfectly ok with senior actresses bullying their juniors?”

You feel the beginnings of hot tears prick at the back of your eyes, and as humiliating as it would be to break down in front of a gardener who has somehow made you feel like you are the size of an insect he’s about to squash beneath his boots. But you knew it would be hard to get through this- knew the second the contract cancellations and hate mail started pouring in, that this would be difficult. You come from nothing- you’ve clambered your way to the top with your blood, sweat and tears and you’re not going to let anyone stop you. You straighten and meet his gaze dead on despite the way you must look- smudged mascara, torn dress, dirty hands and feet. Every bit the fallen A-list celebrity you are.

“That’s not what I was trying to do.” You tell him evenly. He seems surprised at the way you aren’t slinking away like a scolded puppy. “I’m sorry if it looks that way. I thought I looked nice when I dressed myself this morning, and in my experience men are more willing to listen if you look pretty.”

You can’t read the expression that flashes in his dark eyes, but you take the way that he does not cut you off as an invitation to explain yourself.

“I don’t know why I’m telling all this to a mere gardener but…” You swallow. “I’m innocent. I know it doesn’t look that way in the video. It probably looks like I’m attacking her to the average onlooker but that actress was a bad person who did a bad thing to her costar. And that costar isn’t as famous or as powerful as me and didn’t have the ability to retaliate. So I did it for her, and if that means that my reputation is ruined and people are sending me death threats, then so be it.” You glare at the gardener with a challenge in your eyes. “I refuse to regret standing up for someone who couldn’t do it for themselves. I’m not a bully, despite what all the major news outlets claim- I came from nothing and I will never forget what it felt like to be treated like dirt. To be pressured into doing things I wasn’t comfortable with, or having every aspect of how I look or act I speak criticised. There’s not a single person in this country who hasn’t said something nasty about me at some point in their life so do you really think that I’d make someone else feel the same way those comments made me feel?”

The gardener’s expression has changed as you explain yourself, and it gives you confidence- no, it gives you hope. If you can convince him, then maybe you can convince Park Jimin.

“So I’m here because your boss wants to terminate our contract, yes, but it’s because I want to beg him not to. I just need-“ Your voice cracks in what is the embarrassing beginning to a sob, but you manage to swallow down the urge. “I just need one person to believe in me until I can clear my name. I don’t even need to do any commercials or to get the payment from our contract. I just want a little bit of time before he cancels to prove that he shouldn’t.”

For a long moment, the gardener stares at you, like he’s looking for something. His gaze scans over you and you feel like he’s staring into your very soul. Then he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a surprisingly expensive phone and dials a number into it.

“Yes, hello. Have the staff bring a change of clothes to my office and have Namjoon bring me a copy of (Y/N)’s contract. Also, we need to call a meeting with security.” His eyes sparkle with a bit of mirth as he stares at you. You can only gape as he continues to speak. “We’ve had a bit of an incident and I don’t think it’s acceptable that someone was able to evade our security so easily.”

He doesn’t have his phone on speaker but the volume is loud enough that you can just make out the voice on the other end.

“Understood, Mr. Park.” The voice says, and your jaw drops as the gardener- no, as the CEO himself, Park Jimin, turns to you with a smile on his handsome face.

“Well, if that’s the case, shall we discuss logistics, Miss (Y/N)?” He questions. “After all, I’m not sure I’m too happy about someone contracted to our company being mistreated like this. Oh, and I should probably introduce myself, huh?” He steps forward with an outstretched hand. You find yourself weakly returning the handshake. “The owner of this mansion. Mr. Park Jimin, CEO of Bangtan Incorporated. Pleased to make your acquaintance at last.”

#jimin x reader #park jimin x reader #jimin fluff #jimin scenario #bts fluff #drabble game #writing

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