#(i was using my leg to block / brace the door and my arm to force it open)

[transsexual-terabyte]

theres a shoulder to ankle bruise forming where i got crushed by the door btw

[ahlyasimps]

A Crucio so Cruel [O.G.]

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x GN Reader (tried to make it GN)

Summary: Ominis would take a crucio for you, and that’s exactly what you feared.

A/N: Requested by Anon!  

Man, today I’ve written my first fanfic and then 5 more oneshots (2 in drafts). The devil works hard but my thirsty ass works harder. 

As the three of you approached the door blocking your path, Sebastian spoke up, his voice firm. "We need to use the crucio curse to open this door. It's the only way."

You glanced at him, then at Ominis, feeling a shiver run down your spine. The crucio curse was one of the most painful and torturous spells in existence, and you weren't sure you could bear to watch either of your companions suffer through it.

You and Ominis were already holding hands but you felt him grip yours even tighter at those words. He turned to you, his expression suddenly fierce. "Not you," he said. "I won't let you do it."

You frowned, feeling a mix of relief and frustration. On the one hand, you didn't want to experience the curse firsthand. On the other hand, you didn't want to watch either of your friends go through it either.

"I don't want either of you to do it," you said softly, looking from Ominis to Sebastian. "Let me do it. I don't want either of you to have to go through that."

Ominis scowled, his face the very picture of anger and desperation. "No," he said firmly. "I won't let you do it. I know what it feels like, and I won't subject you to that!" he cried gripping your arm. He couldn’t let you go through with this. “I don’t care, I’ll do it. Cast the curse on me!” His voice was practically a sob now. You watched as he became the little boy forced to cast crucio on muggles for his family’s sick entertainment. You saw him remember all the times his own family cast it on him instead, annoyed at his pointless sympathy for what they viewed as wastes of space.

But you could see the determination in his face, and you knew he wouldn't back down easily. You knew he wouldn’t let you go through with this but if he did it, you didn’t think he would be able to recover. So you squared your shoulders, let go of his hand and, while side stepping his attempt at grabbing you back towards him, stepped forward to face the door.

"No," you said, your voice steady. "I'll do it." And so you turned your wand on your beloved, “Petrificus Totalus” and as the light left your wand you sobbed watching your beloved fall to the floor with a look of betrayal and heartbreak on his face.

You turned back to Sebastian who watched this altercation with a look of pain on his face, feeling a surge of fear . You didn't know how you were going to do this or who was going to cast it, but you knew you had to try.

“I can’t do this to you Sebastian,” you whispered, “cast it on me instead.”

“But I can’t do it to you either!” he replied, his voice cracking. “You must.”

As he raised his wand, you closed your eyes and braced yourself for the worst, but seemingly instead of casting a spell, he simply stood there, staring at you. "What?" you asked, feeling a sense of unease settle in your stomach. 

Before he could answer, there was a sudden burst of pain, so intense that you couldn't even scream. Your body felt like it was being torn apart, your bones breaking, your muscles spasming uncontrollably. It took a few moments for you to realize what had happened: Sebastian had cast the crucio curse on you. The pain was so intense you would have done anything to make it stop. You clawed at your stomach as if doing so would gouge out the pain. And then it was over, leaving you gasping and trembling, tears streaming down your face. 

You could hear Sebastian's worried voice, distant and muffled. But all you could think about was Ominis. 

Suddenly you heard a thud as Ominis was freed from your cast and was feeling around the floor desperately trying to find your lying form. His hands found your leg and you quickly felt him move his hands onto your face, tears falling from his. With all the strength you could muster, you leaned forward and kissed his cold lips. “I’m fine,” you whispered “I’ll be alright.”

“No, you won’t be! We need to get you out of here.” He whispered into your lips, breathing heavily from the fear you caused him.

Ominis looked towards you, his expression a mix of horror and worry. You could see the guilt in his eyes, and you knew he regretted making you do this.

Sebastian was silent, his face pale and drawn. You could see the pain in his eyes, the guilt and shame of having to cast such a terrible curse on you.

But despite the pain, you knew you had done the right thing. You had opened the door, and you had saved your lover and friend from having to go through that terrible ordeal.

"It's okay," you said, forcing a smile. "I'm fine."

But you weren't fine. The pain lingered, a constant ache in your bones, a reminder of what you had endured.

[wheels-of-despair]

Get the Fuck Out of My Kitchen Pairing: Michael x You Summary: Michael's being a pain in the ass while you attempt to make Christmas cookies. You decide to return the favor. Contains: Threats, brat-taming, a wooden spoon that's not for stirring, a lil holiday treat for grown-ups only, an awful-ass pun. Words: 1.2k Youths and ageless blogs, DNI. Writer will block your ass.

"Mike, if you don't get your ASS out of my way, I swear to GOD!"

You give him a shove, but he saw it coming and planted his feet to brace himself. He barely moves. You smack his chest with both hands and step around him.

He has this insane talent for knowing exactly where you DON'T want him. How to stand, lean, or sit in THE most inconvenient spot. It's like he knows you'll need to get in that drawer in a second. Or into the stove. Or to the fridge.

Christmas cookies have never been this frustrating before.

You open the fridge door with such force, everything in it rattles. You grab the eggs and turn. Guess who's between you and the mixing bowl? You growl in aggravation and side-step him again. He smirks. Because he knows exactly what he's doing.

"Get. Out."

"Or what?"

"Michael, I do not have time for your bullshit today."

"So you're gonna spend a whole day off making cookies for people you don't even like instead of paying attention to me?"

"What are you, five?"

He pokes out his bottom lip and pouts. You roll your eyes in response. You should've known half an hour ago, when he rolled out of bed and into your way, that he wasn't going to let up until you made him.

"You have five seconds to get the fuck out of my kitchen."

He doesn't move.

"Five."

He crosses his arms.

"Four."

He cocks his head.

"Three."

He smirks.

"Two."

His eyes flash in defiance.

"Fine."

He's so close, it only takes one step for you to reach him. You grab him by the ear and drag him over the counter. He goes down without a fight, because this is what he's been trying to spur you into since the minute he woke up.

You grasp the legs of the stupid Santa boxers you'd bought him as a joke and jerk them down to his knees. He grunts when the elastic waistband drags by his cock. Now it's your turn to smirk.

You reach for the wooden spoon, the thick and heavy one that you don't actually use for cooking. You keep it in the little bucket on the counter with all the other utensils, right there in plain sight. To anyone else, it's just a spoon. But Michael knows what it means. He shifts his hips against the counter in anticipation.

Without warning, you start raining smacks down on his annoying ass. You don't have time for lecturing, or counting, or teasing. You need him to get off and get out of your fucking way.

He doesn't start making noise until the individual circles left by the spoon have melted together and blossomed into a pretty pink glow. You can see his backside flexing as he tries to subtly rut into the countertop. Now it's time to drive the lesson home.

You maintain your punishing pace, but increase your force just enough for him to notice. You expand your target area, making sure to cover his sit-spots and even get in a few smacks to the top of his thighs. You were about to call it quits when he whined and reached a hand back to stop you.

And so you pin it to his lower back and continue painting the tops of his thighs. When he starts squirming and panting, you drop the spoon on the counter and lean over him.

"Had enough?" you taunt, knowing your hot breath on his ear drives him crazy.

"Yes," he hisses.

You kiss the side of his neck and straighten to admire your work. You let him lie there for a minute while you rub the sting out of his cheeks. He moans.

"Are you gonna stay out of my way now?"

He chuckles. You remove your hand and narrow your eyes.

"What if I don't?"

You heave a sigh. This man is so much fucking work.

"Get up," you order. He doesn't move. You slide your hand under his thick neck and pull upward to peel him off the counter. Literally. His cock has leaked so much on the the tile, it's going to require quite a scrubbing. Which you'll make him do later.

"Move." You shove him out of the kitchen, leaving his boxers in a puddle on the floor. You march him to a wall in the living room. "Stay."

"Are you seriously putting me in the corner?"

"Does this look like a corner to you?" It's really not. It's just a wall, where you can keep an eye on him. "Don't fucking move."

"This is stupid," he grumbles. But he doesn't move.

"Do you want to get off today?"

"Obviously."

"Then stay fucking put."

You turn to stomp back into the kitchen, and hear him mumble something.

"What." You slowly turn back toward him.

"Nothing."

"Hands on your head." You wait for him to obey, and he does. "Good boy. Now stay. If you move, you're getting the cane."

That halfway-empty threat seems to do the trick.

You return to the kitchen and marvel at how quickly you can get things done when he's not in your way. You keep an eye on him; he shifts his weight between his feet as the red on his ass fades to pink, but he stays put like he was told. You're quite impressed.

And quite turned on.

When the last batch of cookies has been removed from the oven, you decide he's earned a treat. You quietly undress and hop onto the counter.

"Michael."

"Yeah?" he asks, leaning his head against the wall, with his hands still on it.

"Come here."

"Am I done?"

"You're done."

He turns around, and his eyes bulge when he sees you sitting naked on the countertop. But he's frozen. You slowly open your legs. He licks his lips.

"C'mon. You deserve a treat for taking that so well."

He floats over to you, dropping to his knees and diving into your heat head-fist. You let his tongue lap at your core for a few seconds before reaching a hand into his curls and pulling him away. He whines.

"Up."

He stands and slots himself between your thighs. You kiss him passionately and sloppily as you reach down and give him a few strokes. He moans into your mouth, and you take it as your cue to guide him into you. He breaks the kiss when you take him to the hilt, dropping his heavy head to your shoulder to leave a trail of lazy kisses.

You wrap your legs around his still-warm ass and pull him closer. He reaches a hand between you and settles his thumb on your clit, matching the speed of his hips. His smooth, slow thrusts soon become quick and jerky. The combination of his thumb and cock sends you unraveling far too soon. You let loose first, throwing your head back and seeing stars while you hold onto his shoulders for dear life. He follows soon after, burying his face in your neck with a grunt.

You hold him through the aftershocks, gently rubbing his back until he regains the strength to lift his head. When he does, he's got a dazed, sleepy smile on his face.

"Thought you didn't want me to CUM in your kitchen."

You smack him in the chest again, but this time, it's with a laugh instead of a growl.

[saintsofwarding]

EMBRYO

Chapter 6: I Am the Master of Gelatin

"Fuck," Rose said immediately.

As Sam dragged a chair in front of the door, she brought up her phone again. If she could call Heisenberg back, tell him where they were, then he could come help them, no problem. He'd saunter in here with a megawatt grin and his power a-blazing and God help anyone who got in his way. But her signal was well and truly gone.

Her pulse ticked in her wrists, her mouth dry. Something was blocking her cell signal. Whoever had made the Embryo, whoever had sent it out to test its weird, mutating, shape-shifting powers against innocent people, knew she was here.

Did they know what she was?

Think about that later- if you're still alive. Right now, they had to get out, and quick. All of them, not just her and Sam. Mara, too. If they learned she'd told them the truth, Rose had no doubt something worse would happen to her than getting her leg used as a monster's chew-toy.

"Come on," she told Mara as Sam braced herself against the chair. "You have to get out of bed. We're getting you out of here."

The voices grew louder. Rose glimpsed movement outside the blinds. A moment later, the door handle jiggled.

"Do these rooms lock from the inside?" An unfamiliar voice, deep and masculine.

"No!" Rose recognized that one as the nurse who'd let them in. Traitor, she thought. "They must have-"

Banging came on the door. "Open up." The first voice. "Now. No one's gonna get hurt if you just open this door."

"My leg-" Mara said.

"Yeah, I know. You got shoes? Clothes?"

Mara pointed to a backpack, a pair of hospital-issue Crocs. "My other ones got dissolved by monster spit," she said.

"And fashion weeps." Rose grabbed the Crocs and helped her get out of bed. With a wince, she undid the IV tape and slid the needle out of Mara's arm. Blood dribbled over the bedsheets. Rose scrambled to the window. It didn't open more than a few inches, letting a trickle of damp wind into the room, but a few feet below the sill, bolted to the outside of the building, was the snaking shape of an air-conditioning duct. Below that was a sheer drop off the side of the hospital, plunging past a wrought-iron fence and off the hillside itself.

No chance of dropping safely to the ground. They'd have to climb back inside the hospital and find a way out from there.

Better than staying in this room, Rose reasoned. She lifted her hand. Glistening mold enclosed it, swathing her arm to the shoulder in a coating of iridescent black. She brought back her fist and in one movement punched straight through the glass. It shattered in a spray of razor shards; she felt the impact, but none of the pain, the mold protecting her against the glass. Rain gusted into the room, lifting Rose's hair, soaking her instantly.

Sam yelped as another impact drove her back a few inches. "They're getting in!"

"Let's go!" Rose yelled.

She grabbed Mara's arm and hoisted it over her shoulder, half-holding, half-dragging the other girl. Mold curled around Mara's waist and shoulders, roping her to Rose. She braced a boot against the window sill and before she could think twice, leaped over.

Rain. Empty air. Her boots slammed into slick metal; bolts screeched, but the AC unit held. Mara let out a shriek, her hair a red torrent around her head, her eyes fixed on the ground a long, long way down. Rose edged along the duct-work as Sam scrambled over the edge.

"They'll follow us," she panted.

"Give 'em this to deal with." Rose flicked her hand and a webbing of mold slithered over the open window. Without Rose there maintaining its strength, their pursuers would be able to cut through it, but it'd buy them a couple extra minutes. "Come on."

The sound of clattering wood and heavy bootsteps echoed to her moments later. "They went out the window!" That deep voice again. "Get someone on the exterior, west side!"

Rose edged along the duct. The wind sucked at her, a grasping force, threatening to unbalance her, to send both her and Mara screaming into the abyss. She made herself keep going, fixed her eyes on a bank of windows ahead.

Just gotta make it.

Mara's eyes were squeezed shut, her skin paper-white.

Only forty feet or so. You can go forty feet-

Metal squealed. The entire duct shuddered down a few inches. Sam made a wild grab and snatched onto a fistful of Rose's jacket; Rose flung herself back, pressing against the side of the building. One of the bolts had come loose. The combined weight of three girls was way, way more than this thing was ever built to handle.

"Careful!" Rose called. They had to motor before someone came around and saw them. She drew a deep breath, then pushed herself forward, Sam still hanging onto her, Mara's arm clamped tight around her neck. The windows got closer. Closer. The duct shuddered again. Another bolt popped off with a ping. Shit. Shit. They weren't gonna make it. They were gonna fall. The drop wavered. Rose looked around, wildly, and saw it: a grille set into the side of the building, protecting a fan. Some kind of ventilation system.

Good freaking enough.

Rose flung out her hands and a battering-ram of mold punched through grille and fan alike, crushing it into twisted metal and memories. Rose flung herself and Mara into the space, Sam scrambling after them both, as the duct lurched and fell away from their feet, plunging to its rainy doom.

Rose slumped to her knees, her forehead pressed to the side of the duct, sweat sticking her hair to her face. Mara's elbow jabbed into her intestines; Sam wiped her hand down her face, smearing her eyeliner.

"Holy shit," she said. Her voice echoed down the duct, tinny and metallic. "Holy shit, dude."

Rose managed a nod. "Believe it or not," she said, "I've been through worse."

The dark duct stretched ahead. Sam clicked on the flashlight function of her phone and shone it over Rose's shoulder, deeper into the darkness.

"One way forward," Sam murmured. "Hey. Mara. Are you okay?"

Mara nodded mutely.

"Got your Crocs?" Rose asked.

Mara stuck her good foot into the air, still clad in its hideous pale green clog. "You bet."

They inched along the duct, trying not to make too much sound, Rose trying to not jog Mara's leg too much. She was doing great, but Rose knew she had to be in agony; her IV puncture still bled despite the jacket Rose had found in her backpack, and she left drips of blood every few yards they crawled. They came to vents, but none of them were big enough to fit more than a hand through. Rose glimpsed a lobby, someone's office, a hallway.

She held her breath as a pair of black-clad security-guard looking men tromped past, one speaking in low tones into an earpiece.

At last they reached a vent big enough to fit through. Below waited the cool darkness of what looked like an industrial kitchen. Wishing for Heisenberg's mastery over metal, Rose popped the screws from the vent with delicate tendrils of mold- it took way too freaking long- and lowered the grate to the floor on a long strand of webbing.

She dropped down, found a chair, helped the others. The place was shadowy, humming. Something moved in the darkness, and she gasped before realizing it was only her reflection in the stainless-steel front of a huge deep freeze. Her wide eyes, her draggled, sweaty white-blonde hair. The shadows squirmed around her like her mold, like-

Like-

-deep in the Black God's blood dreams-

The howl of wind. The screech of metal.

-it waits for you, little Messiah-

Warm, scarred hands, pressing to her face. A voice, murmuring her name. The pain blinded her, and she screamed, pleading, please, please, make it stop, make them all stop, I'm scared of the dark-

-I'll always have your back, kid. Always-

The memories rushed from her. Her pulse was a drumbeat in her ears. She remembered that sensation. That breaking apart.

"Here," Sam was saying to Mara. She'd gotten a glass of water and was feeding her pills. "You doing okay?"

"Yeah. They keep me pretty doped up here." Mara gave her a weak smile. She noticed Rose. "Hey, are you okay?"

Rose blinked.

"Fine," she said. She licked her lips. "I...I think we can-"

She stopped.

She turned.

Someone stood in the kitchen doorway. She hadn't heard the doors open, but there they were, and between them: a black-clad silhouette. Slight build, about her height. Their face was- Rose's eyes watered. She couldn't concentrate. It was a buzz in her brain, a kind of blur. She could almost see them and then she couldn't, and trying harder squeezed her eyeballs, sending little needles of pain down her optic nerve.

She stepped back as Sam pulled Mara to her feet, the taller girl slumped over Sam's shoulders, her injured leg stuck out at a dragging angle. The blurry-faced stranger didn't move.

"Leave us the hell alone," Rose called. She lifted her hands. Mold veined around her fingers and pooled at her feet. "I'm warning you. I'll fuck you up-"

The stranger moved.

So fast Rose didn't even register it until it was too late. Force slammed into her stomach; she was flung backward, hard. Her skull cracked metal, a grenade going off behind her eyes. Blood burst in her mouth. She slid to the floor, coughing, reeling, her guts on fire, her mold attack interrupted.

Blurry-Face stalked toward her, slowly, footfall almost silent.

Rose tried to get up. Her body didn't want to obey her. The heat in her stomach intensified- she recognized the tell-tale sensation of bits healing. Something had ruptured. If she'd been an ordinary person, Sam or Mara, that blow to the stomach might have well killed her.

And once this bastard was done with her, that's exactly what they would do.

"Run!" she cried. Her voice was rough, wet with blood. "Run! Go! Now!"

Blurry-Face reached for their side and slid free a tube made of matte black material. They flicked it, and it extended into a long baton. Blue-white light crackled around it; the electricity stung at Rose's nerves. She felt her mold-power cringe back from it like a kicked puppy. Mold and sparks didn't mix well.

So don't let it touch you, kid, Heisenberg might have said.

Blurry-Face lunged. Rose flung herself to the side, rolling on her hands and knees to her feet. Blurry-Face crashed to the wall- and whirled, movements so fast they didn't seem to bow to the laws of momentum at all. Rose crouched, breathing hard, holding her stomach with one hand, the other extended.

Her opponent didn't even pause. They were on her in an instant. A blur of blue-white; Rose dodged. The baton crackled past her shoulder. A second swipe carved an X of electricity in midair; Rose smelled burning and realized it had caught her hair.

Pink flashed in her periphery: Sam and Mara, limping awkwardly toward the door. They were almost there. A few more seconds and they'd be out of the kitchen.

With a scream, Rose threw herself at Blurry-Face, wrenching up both her hands. Mold exploded from the floor, a writhing wall of black tentacles. They wound around Blurry-Face's ankles, their wrists, biting deep into their lightweight black armor.

"Take that!" Rose yelled. She yanked her hands down, pulling the tentacles to bone-breaking tightness. "And- fuck- off-"

A pulse vibrated through the kitchen. Through Rose. A kick to the teeth. A shriek in her brain, tearing metal, a screaming child. Her tentacles writhed, faster and faster- then burst. In showers of mold they broke apart like rotten fruit, raining with wet thunks to the linoleum.

Rose staggered back. Her whole body shocked, her vision red-ringed. Wet and warmth slid down from her nose and eyes. Black blood and mutagen. She could only stare as Blurry-Face spread their arms, the tentacles disintegrating entirely under another thrum of their awful power.

Blurry-Face swept their arms forward. The remnants of her tentacles gathered together under her feet, then smacked her backward. She spun head-over-heels and crashed right into the refrigerator doors so hard the metal crumpled; the door burst open, spilling forth an entire hospital wing's supply of Jell-O cups.

They rained over Rose as footsteps tapped the floor, quick and nimble, coming for her.

Rose's head spun, her vision hazy. She raked the Jell-O aside and slid away as sparks crackled, as the baton made a swipe for her, slashing a seared scar deep into the stainless steel fridge.

Metal winked; above, on a countertop, she spied a knife block. She scooped up a Jell-O cup as Blurry-Face slashed another blow at her and hurled it. It hit them right in the forehead with a splack and burst open, raining lime-green goo all over the floor, all over the psycho's face.

For an instant-

The blur cleared-

Rose thought she saw-

No time. She leaped for the knife block, her hand closing over the hilt of a massive butcher knife. If her mold wouldn't work, she'd take a leaf from Heisenberg's book and shove something sharp in this motherfucker.

Electricity crackled.

Rose whirled, knife raised-

Just in time for the psycho to stick the electric baton right in the middle of her chest.

Agony. Annihilation. White seared through her nerves, scrambling her thoughts, scrambling everything save for the singular, pure desire make it stop make it stop oh fuck make it stop. She was screaming; she smelled something burning, worse than hair. This wasn't normal, whatever this was, she shouldn't be reacting like this to a stun baton-

I'm sorry, kid.

Heisenberg? No, he couldn't be here- but she heard him, she felt his hands cupping her face, gently, even as her tears trickled over his skin.

This is gonna hurt.

A village locked in snow. Lupine howls filled the night, and one by one the village lights went out. A castle, vast towers reaching up as if to impale the sky. A pale horror curled within, weeping blood. An expanse of murky water rippled, abominations lurking below, but at its heart crouched a frightened little thing, frog-spawn and anxiety, yearning for love. Sunlight shimmered off yellow flowers. Those same flowers, frozen in frost. The crackle of crystal spreading over her skin, winding deep into her veins. A child's laughter.

Watch me, Mister Heisenberg!

A little girl laying with a wet, raw crater instead of a chest, her pale face blood-spattered, her hand outstretched, reaching for help that could never save her, never, never, never-

This is the way it's gotta be.

You'll understand.

I know you will, kid.

His grip had tightened.

Eventually.

Black wings erupted from her back, and with a howl of rage and grief, she became something else entirely.

A man with her blond hair limped through the snow, crystallizing as he walked, crumbling apart, and as he took a breath that snagged on a sob, everything dissolved into fire.

Another wave of electricity whited out Rose's brain, but she could see again, she could smell her clothes charring. She still held the knife. With a scream- not of pain this time, but of pure rage- she channeled all her strength into her arm, into her hand, into her blow.

She swung the knife forward and brought it down, hard, into the crook of Blurry-Face's shoulder.

A muffled cry filled the air. The baton jerked upward and the electricity was gone, leaving Rose reeling, her ears woolly, her vision strobing like a rave. The taste of blood filled her mouth. Blurry-Face stumbled back, ripping the knife from Rose's hand; blood bubbled around the blade and dripped, thick and black, to the lino.

Rose didn't stick around to see what happened next. She spun and ran, shoving through the kitchen doors and skidding into the hallway beyond. Afterimages spun before her eyes. The castle, the village- Heisenberg's face staring down at her, his glasses reflecting her wide, terrified eyes- the sensation of cracking through her body as cold swept through her, turning her rigid-

"Oh, god, Rose!"

Sam's voice. Her hand gripped Rose's arm, jerking her forward. "Shit, shit, shit, you're covered in blood."

"Not mine." She scraped her palm over her face, glancing down at herself. A wet, blackened gash glistened in her chest. "Huh. Maybe...maybe some of it's...mine..."

She remembered her vision- her memory?- of the dead little girl, her ribcage gaping open as she lay in the silent foyer of an unfamiliar house. Was that Claudia? Heisenberg had told her about Claudia when Rose was little. His adoptive niece of sorts, who'd died because of...because of...

She couldn't remember.

A trace of black feathers-

That was it.

Fuck, why couldn't she remember?

"What the hell happened? Where is that thing?"

"Got it for a sec," Rose managed.

"How?"

A grin flickered over her mouth. It must have looked ghastly through the blood. "Jell-O." A weird little laugh bubbled out of her. "I'm the gelatin master."

They stumbled together into a bathroom a few halls down. The mirrors reflected Rose again and again, the black blood streaking her face, the burst blood vessels in her eyes. Mara was sat on the edge of a sink, panting, sweat beading on her forehead. She clutched her backpack of stuff like a stuffed animal.

"Come on," Sam said. "We can get out through the stairwell. Then we really need to scram. Can you walk, Mara?"

She nodded, staring at Rose. "Sorry," she squeaked.

"I'll get better," Rose said, her voice rasping on the words.

They made it together down the stairwell, through the fire escape, through the grounds out back. The parking lot was a riot of emergency vehicle lights, painting the darkening afternoon sky blue and red. Rose's brow furrowed as she peered at the chaos from behind a tree. A couple of the big black SUVs had some kind of weird teal symbol emblazoned on their sides, hexagonal and containing a circular design Rose didn't recognize. Whoever they were, she wasn't interested in sticking around and finding out.

There was no hope in recovering Sam's car. They'd have to get the bus or something.

"Where are we gonna go?" Mara asked, her voice small.

Rose shook her head. "I...I don't..."

"Your stepdad," Sam said. "We have to get his help."

"I can't-"

"Rose, this is fucking crazy!" Sam hissed. "We're getting hunted down by a psycho and you're getting attacked by monsters and people are trying to kill us! Goth Hobo can make metal fly around like Magneto, okay, we need him! We need him really, really bad!"

She breathed hard, her wavy hair mussed and sweaty, her makeup making raccoon circles around her eyes. Rose wanted to say yes. Yes, absolutely. She wanted to go to Heisenberg, to let him fold her in his arms like when she was little, when she was so sure he could protect her against everything out there. Lycans and bogies, her own failing body when her mutation had fluctuated and destabilized after escaping the village, Lady Dimitrescu herself.

She couldn't.

God, she couldn't.

Not yet. Not until she found out the truth. From his own mouth, even.

"I don't know if I can trust him," Rose said. Her throat tightened. "I...I keep seeing these things and I..."

She glanced at the parking lot.

"Not here," she said. "Please. Let me explain somewhere safer."

And Sam, to her endless credit, just nodded and said, "Okay."

***

They ended up in a dingy little cafe a long way from Mt. Calyx. Sam helped Mara change in the bathroom, and re-emerged with her dressed in a pair of baggy sweats and a hoodie and, of course, those godawful Crocs. Rose, her face cleaned of blood and mutagen, a new shirt on to cover up the slowly-healing hole in her chest, set about ordering the strongest coffee the place had.

Heisenberg always took his coffee thick as mud, so sweet even looking at it made Rose's teeth ache, and after years of enduring his concoctions, her caffeine tolerance was considerably higher than average. She'd guessed he always did it that way- more as rocket fuel than anything one might enjoy- and after they'd escaped Romania, he must have had to learn everything from the ground up, from what he'd gleaned out of whatever media he had access to in the village. Whatever Miranda allowed, or whatever contraband he'd smuggled under her watch. He'd always been cagey about details surrounding Miranda. She was like him- like us- and she'd ruled over the Four Lords and villagers alike. That was what Rose had put together, anyway.

The full truth was somewhat more elusive.

What if it's something bad?

Something really bad, I mean?

Something so terrible he knew I shouldn't be told, could never take, if I learned the truth?

She shook her head and brought the plastic tray of coffees over to the corner booth, hidden from the front windows by a large fake plant. Mara and Sam were already hunched there. Sam grabbed her coffee, poured in cream and sugar, and guzzled it, while Mara took measured sips from hers, her pale face downturned.

Rose glanced at the barista, but she was busy with her phone, earbuds firmly in. She decided the barista was safe. No undercover agent could look that authentically like a bored food service industry worker.

"I get visions," she said.

Mara spat out some coffee, while Sam just raised her eyebrows.

"Like premonition-visions?" she said.

"Sometimes. Sometimes not. In the hospital..." She drew patterns in spilled sugar on the tabletop. "I saw what I think were memories."

"Of what?"

"The place Heisenberg saved me from." She glanced at Mara, who looked absolutely lost. "Long story."

"She says that a lot," Sam said.

"And of...and of him." The words took effort to force out. "He did something to me. I think. Something...here."

She pressed her hand to the side of her head. "When that...that thing in the kitchen shocked me, I saw him. He was apologizing to me."

Heat rushed to her eyes. She scrubbed her face off with her hand, staring down into her coffee so Sam wouldn't see her tears. She had to keep it together, dammit.

"He always says we stay together," she said. "That we need to look out for each other. And if I go to him, tell him about all this, he'll just move us somewhere else. We'll keep running. Forever. And I'll never learn the truth."

"And that's worth it to you?" Sam asked.

Rose looked right at her.

"Yeah," she said.

Sam nodded.

"I'm not backing down now," she said. "Uh, I don't know if I have the option to back down now, to be honest. Still, I'm not. But...Rose. Promise me one thing. If this gets bad, we go to him. He's still your dad, right?"

"Stepdad," Rose said.

"Sounds close enough to me."

Rose paused, then gave her a little nod. "If this gets bad," she echoed. "I promise."

"Sorry, I just...this is all kind of beside the point," Mara piped up. "Where are we going to go? We can't stay here forever."

"I have an idea," Sam said.

"Yeah?" Rose asked.

"Yeah. I think it'll work. Fair warning, though." Sam took a big swig of her coffee. "It's totally, totally gonna suck."

[jotunheimsaga]

Sigyn Chapter 4

Once the song ended, Sigyn excused herself to the bathroom while Kark cleaned the stage and the audience filed out. She was standing at the sink when the door opened, which she ignored.

Until the lock clicked.

Stilling her body, Sigyn raised her eyes to the mirror. A girl blocked the only exit. Her petite body trembled like those tiny, hairless dog people carried in purses. Sigyn smirked and continued washing her hands.

"I saw what you did," the girl said quietly.

"I'm sorry?"

"I saw you shoot that wolf."

Bold. Sigyn commended her courage, but it was misplaced. This girl had no plan, and less ability to follow through with one. "What wolf?"

Jess' stone-cold confidence began melting under SIgyn's gaze. She balled her fists, desperate to hold on to it. "I know it was you! And I know you saw me!" The desperation in her voice betrayed her.

Sigyn ripped a paper towel from the dispenser and dried her hands. "Unfortunately, our senses often deceive us, so they're not always reliable, are they?"

"My father is the chief of police. I wanted to give you a chance to confess before I handed my evidence over."

How cute.

Sigyn tossed the paper into the bin and stared at Jess. Jess lifted her chin, prepared to stare back for however long it took.

Then Sigyn's face changed.

It wasn't a physical change. Her face, still beautiful, struck a bolt of fear deep through Jess. She changed into something pretending to be human.

Jess' guts knotted. Nausea swayed through her. Wanting to bolt, she didn't dare turn her back on the thing in the bathroom with her. The slightest move would set it off. A predator, eager for its prey to flee, so it could chase.

Sigyn's long legs moved forward, backing Jess into the wall, but she didn't stop until their faces were centimeters apart. Cold breath tickled the pores of her cheeks. Sigyn's left hand brushed past her hair, then braced against the wall, caging her in. In the blink of an eye, she was small. Her body shivered, not entirely from fear.

Up close, Sigyn's eyes were even more vacant and cold. Almost completely white, with a dark ring around the iris. Terrifying and intriguing. Jess searched them for the slightest hint of warmth.

A hand slid into her jeans, but she didn't care.

Sigyn pulled back, lips twisting into a smirk, holding up Jess' phone. She tapped the red button, ending the recording. "I wasn't born yesterday, sweetheart."

Heat built up in Jess' cheeks as she snatched her phone back.

"Don't be discouraged, it was a good try. But you're out of your depth." Sigyn backed away, her face normal again.

"You won't get away with this."

Sigyn didn't bother looking at her, instead checking her hair and makeup. "Either way, what is it to you?"

"It's wrong! That poor animal did nothing to hurt you!"

Sigyn studied her, head to toe, with less emotion than reading a menu. Jess crossed her arms over her chest, feeling naked under her gaze.

Desperation commanded this girl's every move, scrambling for one fleeting second of recognition, and now, here in front of her was a dazzling spotlight. Sigyn couldn't blame her for seizing the opportunity.

Apprehending herself in the mirror, Sigyn remembered a similar quest of her own not long ago. The painful details scorched her memory like dying embers.

"There are forces at play you could never imagine." She softened her eyes. "Unraveling them would be a tragic waste of time. Go to your sister. Celebrate her birthday. Spend the weekend enjoying yourself! Stop worrying about what you cannot understand."

Jess understood perfectly well: Sigyn had no regard for living things, and she was going to taste justice.

She yanked open the lock and stormed out.

[soir-rouges-esprit]

xv111.b: Knight, furrowed but because of determination and lack of compliance to the minds fearful darker halves blasting in every sector of honesty. I had to unshackle myself from the shock and become  … no … release … for at least a moment … the old and fearless me "No" … the unempathetic, unloving efficient result driven me "Stop" … the cold and Dead Red "Don't do this"… the intoxicating Rage Red "Please!"… the Red that put everyone down just for the fun of it no matter the relationship or respect previously established "There is NO going back!" … Wrath … he was locked away long ago for his betrayal … for he was the one to beckon the storms call … he was the one that walked me into the path of destruction and almost sent the whole city … deep deep … beneath the waves. As I released the lock on that door, and felt it swing open … although The Cazbium was far from my touch/sight let alone hearing. I could sense the echoes of the lock hit the cold metallic flesh of the ship, and with it … footsteps … getting louder, and louder, and louder. He was yet present, but I felt the rage wash over me … even from the other side of the air-filled ultra-thick ultra tall wall that separated us. Not only that, but with his untimely release … came the dark clouds … the rain … the thunder … and crimson lightning … lightning that had been seen previously, the lightning brought about and followed by Pride … Pride was originally a shattered chip off Wrath's shoulder, back before his imprisonment … with the lightning being present amongst Wrath's resurrection … it sadly meant … Pride was reabsorbed … Pride was … dead. I wanted to mourn more than anything, but alas before I had time to think … the veins popped and showed their unlocked true power to manipulate the flow of life force that I had previously lacked. I was changing again. This time though it was an invasion, a preparation of body to suit its much stronger hosted soul yet to arrive. With this alternation, I could take hold of Wrath's power/courage temporarily, and use it to brace the flames which is what I was after. So … with that sacrifice … I charged into the incinerator equivalent heat with all I had … arms up to my face, in the shape of an X as to block the oncoming flames somewhat. Within the first few microns of contact with the fire of the bridge, I felt its painful sting at full power. It was mind-shattering. I continue to rush in, and continue with my passion to return one of the infinite favors owed to The Knight. The pain was all I could feel, even with the echoes of reassurance from a fading feminine voice of familiarity that the Puritan would live through the flames. I had to make sure myself … I needed to heal the wounds "Addiction" where was he? I couldn't see anything, it was all too … dark … from the thick smoke. I call out "KNIGHT … WHERE ARE YOU" No reply … I run deeper as I feel my flesh start to bubble. "KNIGHT KNIGHT … I'M HERE" This time I hear his guttural screams again. I ran off into the distance of his painful wailing … my body was melting down, these flames … were not of my making, no. They were of The Knights himself … they were able to affect me in a way my own flames never could. "Your pitiful weakness" I came to a stop … I knew that voice … It was too soon I thought … Wrath couldn't be here already could he? No … he was of occupancy in my mind, aka The Cazbium just as Body & Mind were … which means he had the same intrusive capabilities as they did, speaking to me whenever he felt fit. I could not respond for I had to think of finding The Knight … once again … his screams … I rush off again. As I sprint I feel my legs start to buckle and shake from pain exhaust. "Overprotective … over-reactive… overthinking disaster" I keep running … [To Be Continued]

[4dtk]

hi!!! are you taking smut requests? ignore this if you dont but if you are, can i request morning sex with mark?

nectar (mark)

warnings/tags: irl porn at the end for visualisation, blowjob, cum swallowing, riding, unprotected sex, pwp, brief face-sitting

word count: 1.9k

a/n: sure anon <3, this is for fem!reader btw. link at the end contains irl porn pleaaase don't click unless you're comfortable!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI!

“oh man… he’s knocked out cold,” you mumble, squinting at the bright light seeping in through the windows. it baths the room in warmth perfectly, providing that gentle caress of apollo in the messy room that you could half call your home at this point. like the complicated wires of his recording software bundled up at the corner, you were entangled tightly with mark’s complicated life as an idol, having had met the man at a concert where the group’s lightstick hit you in the face, hard.

it had become a running joke ever since you’ve been coming over to the dorms more and more, even getting you a celebratory cake that said please don’t injure her again when mark had finally confessed after months of pestering from the members. johnny had whispered to you that maybe you could finally get your revenge by slamming mark’s face into the cake.

giggling quietly at the memory from two years ago, you’re finally met with mark’s peaceful face, deep in slumber. the sun hardly touches him, blocked by your body as you propped your upper body up with an elbow. he looks so beautiful, so so divine that you can’t help but trail a hand over his covered body, blanket up to his neck since he gets cold easily.

“mmhm…” he mumbles, albeit still unconscious with the slightest knit of his eyebrows. you’re on high alert with that expression, observing him for a few seconds more if he really did happen to have a bad dream. his breaths seem to be laboured, irregular and needy that you catch on without fail. while you readjust yourself under the covers, your knee brushes against his centre to test the waters while your eyes drink in the furrowing of his eyebrows and shaky breathless whimpers he lets out.

“oh. so it’s that kind of dream,” a smirk is plastered on your face, frequenting the contact of your knee against his crotch as you rub him through the fabric. mark thrashes in the sheets below you, obvious that your movements are only fuelling the nasty, dirty fantasy he’s having in his sleep. with a hand, it slips inside his shorts to squeeze the bulge, adding and removing pressure that mark straight up ruts into your hand.

“a..ahn… (y/n)…” he mumbles out, digging his face deeper into the pillow with a tense to his muscles, on edge like intense dance practices and when mark’s just striving to make you cum behind closed doors. right now, you smile to yourself with the tables turned, speeding up your hand. the covers are thrown off of you and you take the chance to see how much he’s making a mess through the underwear, hips shimmying out of the loose sweatpants to chase the tempting touch of your skin on his dick.

you’re so zoned in on the sight that you don’t realise mark’s already awoken, the scrunch on his face displaying the mix of immense pleasure and the annoying headache he’s feeling due to a hangover. like a vice, your hand tightens around his hardening cock that it draws a long moan out of him and you have to bite your lip from concealing your own. the other fists the bedsheets, finger tapping against the cotton; a habit you noticed he does when he's close.

"ack!" you exclaim when mark takes over, meeting his familiar dick as he fishes it out of his underwear, now fully rock hard with beads of pre-cum leaking from its tip. the idol wastes no time in forcing your mouth on him, smiling when it's thrusted so deep that it touches the back of your throat; you gag uncomfortably but recover rather quickly, humming around his length. the warmness of your mouth mimics your pussy so good, and mark can't help but continue the bucking of his hips.

it reminds mark of the countless many sessions he's had with you, hot and heavy in the recording studio as you fucked ruthlessly in the soundproof toilet. shivering and toe-curling on the vibrating washing machine, stimulating your clit while mark hit it from the back. maybe mark's checking off all the boxes, because the way your eyes look up at him at half-mast, desire swirling in your eyes, sinks him into a trance. the gentle whisper of sun rays paint your body like a renaissance painting, splayed over his legs and the remainder of the duvet covers. maybe this is the check box that marks the time where he lazily fucks into you as you struggle to hold in your moans, voice raspy from the morning.

likewise, the thought of mark's cock in you makes you shift uncomfortably, the wet patch on your underwear undeniably growing by the minute with your core pulsating and throbbing. his hands hold your head in place, fingers carding through your locks laced with possibly last night's drunken sweat. they pull back your hair, creating a small ponytail while you tease the tip with your tongue and lick a stripe up his shaft. the sounds you make with your mouth could rival the ones you're making with your fingers on your core, moaning the slurping up his pre-cum that has his length twitching.

"y-yes... oh fuuuck, (y/n)..." his head is thrown back as your bob your head, trailing your hands over his torso where you can feel the contraction and expansion of his ribs. it doesn't take long for mark to cum, hips halting its movements for a second to pump your mouth full of his seed. a smile breaks through when you cringe at the taste, but he's sure you don't mind it since you've done it many times before. "c'mere, angel."

the name makes you grin, getting off the comfort of his thighs to let him taste himself, indulging in a short kiss before mark takes the chance to tug at your shorts. he thumbs it down without effort, coming right off your bottom half as you manoeuvre from knee to knee to let the man take it off.

mark whistles lowly at how soaked you are, a lazy, boyish grin taking over his features as his fingers slip between your folds. they shamelessly leak more juices when mark's digits make contact with your clit, already clenching over cock that you haven't even received. slowly, they trickle down the expanse of his hand and your thighs, a lone string of arousal connecting from your cunt to the tip of his finger.

"so wet, so early in the morning," mark giggles, mirroring your earlier action as he prods at your mouth with those fingers. you taste yourself on him, suckling and licking around them like you just did to his length. "i'll fit right in, won't i?"

you make a noise of approval before grabbing his dick, inching it into you gently and gradually. mark bottoms out and you mewl, shivering at how deep he's in you without any effort before grinding down on him. the little tufts of hair on his skin brush against your sensitive spots near your folds that make the pleasure all the better, and you have to brace yourself with both hands on his chest.

"feel good, honey?" mark's found clarity in his voice now, voice dripping exactly like the pet name while you continued to get used to the seemingly growing erection in you. with eyes closed from both the pleasure and the increasing brightness of a new day, your hips move on their own accord, moving up and down his dick at a slow pace.

"'s good, mark," you babble, instantly speeding up your ministrations. his cock splits you open so good even if you aren't going at your usual pace, choking out mixes of moans and whimpers along with the sounds of your ass descending on his dick.

"you're so d-deep, mark! ooh, hhnn..." your arms are ready to give out, opting instead to lay on his chest with a small pound me leaving your lips. your arms go around him to clutch at the headboard, the sudden snap of mark's hips elicits a dramatic gasp from you. he's filling you up to the brim, and the groan in your ear shows the similar feeling that mark's experiencing.

mark takes your order to heart, the force of his hips continuing their assault on your poor, poor pussy so early in the morning. "babe, you're so- fucking- t-tight, holy shit!" a breathless laugh, a hand to your ass, butterfly kisses along your collarbone, everything else is forgotten except for those few things that dance around in your mind.

"faster, deeper, please...!"

his chuckle is interrupted by a groan, "i'm at my fastest, baby. i did go all out for our last concert yesterday."

the squelching sounds coming from between your legs make you cry out, drool dripping down the sides at your mouth as mark takes up more of your mind. mark, mark, mark falls from your lips repeatedly as he rocks in and out,

"you-" a soft, delirious giggle escapes you at mark's reference to the concert yesterday.

"no words, huh? maybe i should fuck you till you're babbling nonsense," the lack of response makes mark smile against your skin, mouth latching onto your neck.

with the little tap of his finger against your ass and the falter of his thrusts, you know he's close to reaching his peak. his sloppy movements still bring out the worst in you, either way, moans increasing tenfold as his cock continues to impale you. you hold onto his bicep for life, body rocking deliciously against his.

you're so warm, both inside and out, forehead already producing beads of sweat as your hot cavern clenches around his shaft repeatedly. mark pounds into your pussy relentlessly, brushing up against that spot that makes your body convulse before you're gushing and cumming around him, juices leaking non-stop onto the sheets while the knot continues to be undone.

"ahnn- mark! maaark..." the drawl of his name makes the other's eyes roll back in pleasure, not giving you the chance to recover as he pulls his cock out of you. there's an endless trail of profanities leaving his mouth while he pumps out the last bit of restraint out of him, finally letting go on his stomach when he looks at your spasming body, pussy dripping with both your juices.

his cock spurts out hot, white cum, staining his stomach before he lets out a satisfying whine and other breathless words that you can't catch on to. you swipe up his seed with your finger, dipping it into your mouth like dessert that you hum around it.

"i guess i won't need breakfast for a while," you joke, clenching your thighs together to prevent the further dirtying of your sheets. you did change it a week ago...

"ah. no no, don't close 'em," mark beckons you closer with his finger, "i won't need breakfast, either."

you know what's in store for you when the other licks his lips, a sick grin appearing on his face. and when you finally take your rightful place on his face, you find that you'll never get tired of mark's tongue laid flat against your soaking cunt, lapping all that you can offer that mark describes tastes like honey, like nectar. you tell him he's lying, but who are you to judge the words of someone who eats you out so good?

one day, you'll be convinced, but for now, you're fine with accepting the embarrassing compliments from mark, since he's the only one that makes your pussy flutter like a little slut.

(it's irl porn, please please don't click unless you're comfortable) how i imagine mark would fuck you <3

[twiceinadream]

“Make me yours.”

Requested: Yup

Request: shy! Alphas dahyun and tzuyu mating reader for the first time. Like there shy until she just begs them to take her and something jus flips?

a/u: Hey, y’all, I’m back! I’m so sorry I was gone for so long, writer’s block and life haven’t really been my friends for the past seven weeks, but I finally managed to finish a fic! I hope you enjoy it and my slow return back to posting. Also thank you so much for 3,000k+ followers, I love you guys!

Category: NSFW and Fluff

Word Count: 2.8k

Clouds began to crowd the sky as the morning light was blocked by the downpour that had seemed to manifest out of thin air, the streets made slick with rain as early commuters combated with the elements. But it also created a peaceful atmosphere for you and your girlfriends as the light tapping of the rain against the floor-to-ceiling windows gradually roused you from the depths of sleep, a loud yawn erupted from your lips as your eyes fluttered open.

The scent of the two Alphas snuggled on either side of you filling your senses as you reveled in the moment, enjoying the feel of their bodies against yours until it seemed like you began to burn up. Your skin felt clammy as sweat began to bead along your hairline, the feel of fire felt like it was beginning to claim the pit of your stomach when an overwhelming sense of urgency coursed through your veins, ‘You were in heat.’

The comforter covering your bodies felt suffocating as you pressed your thighs together in an effort to stop the wetness from sleeping out on the bed, while you did your best to weasel away from the women clinging to you. Holding your breath as you snaked your way to the edge of the mattress so you could make a bolt to the en-suite, locking the door behind you as your legs finally gave out from under you and helplessly slid onto the floor.

Your underwear was completely soaked in your slick as you barely had enough strength to peel them off you before discarding them on the bathroom floor. The feel of the tile under your heated skin did wonders to relieve the burn you felt as one of your hands began sliding it’s way down to the burning between your legs. You shyly toyed with your slit as your fingertips dipped shallowly into your center, running your fingers through the wetness but stopping before you could properly pay attention to your clit as more of your essence began spilling out. Drenching your hand in wetness as you finally gave in and plunged into your depths. Your walls immediately tightened around the sudden intrusion as a guttural moan released itself from deep within your chest, your hand pistoned itself in and out of your entrance as you could feel your first release building up inside of you. The cool in your stomach growing taught as you pulled your fingers out from inside and moved up to attack your clit.

Your fingers frantically flicking, rubbing, and circling the straining bundle of nerves as your eyes remain squeezed shut, your breathing beyond labored as you balled your fist against the tile. Your body bracing itself as it froze for a fraction of a second before releasing all the tension it had stored within itself.

Streams of pent up arousal came shooting out of you as you continued to focus all your energy onto your clit as your peak took you to heights you never thought imaginable. You were becoming acutely aware of the screams echoing off the bathroom walls that you finally recognized as your own as your orgasm finally died down. Slight jerks wracked your body as your hand fell to the side, a content smile forming on your lips as the aftershocks of your orgasm thrummed throughout your body. A contented sigh falling from your lips as you rested peacefully against the bathroom door, until a knock sounded cr behind it.

“Y..Y/N? Are you okay?” Your blood ran cold as Dahyun’s voice sounded from behind the door.

“Mm hmm.” You hummed, “Everything’s fine!” You tried to sound more put together than you felt to mask the fact you were in heat and surrounded by your two, unmated girlfriends.

“No you’re not.” It was Tzuyu this time. “We can smell you from underneath the door.”

‘Well, shit.’ You mused to yourself as you slowly began to stand up, ‘That didn’t work.’ You sighed, knowing it was impossible to put off the inevitable, “Okay, fine. I’m coming out.”

To say you were nervous would be a gigantic understatement as you braced yourself to face your girlfriends. Exhaling slowly as you pushed the door open to find the two Alphas you had left in bed this morning staring at you, “Morning.”

Dahyun and Tzuyu deadpanned as they stood up straighter, your scent finally hitting them in full force as they took in your appearance. From the flush of your cheeks to the clenching of your thighs, “You’re in heat.”

It was your turn to deadpan as you looked at Tzuyu, “No shit, Sherlock.”

Dahyun suppressed a laugh as she tried not to look at the stunned disbelief on the taller Alpha’s face, “What Tzumong meant to say was, ‘Would you like some help with it?’.”

You giggled slightly, “Depends.” A coy smile grew on your face as you palmed the Alpha’s bulges through their boxers, enjoying the way their alpha-hoods swelled under your touch. Their scents combined into a dominant musk that made your mind spin and your core clench. “What do you have to offer?”

-

Tzuyu huffed a laugh and sat on the bed beside you, reaching her hand between your legs to rub at your swollen, slick clit to ease the need that your heat would be bringing without someone inside you. Dahyun quickly pulled her shirt and bra over her head, tossing them both to the floor and eased her boxers the rest of the way down her legs. She watched with a smile on her face as Tzuyu teased you and pressed her own erection up against you, grinding to work you up even more.

Dahyun climbed back onto the bed, laying down beside you as her cock strained against the cold air of the room, slipping her hand down to press two fingers inside of you. Tzuyu pulled her own hand away, drawing out a desperate groan from you as she did so. She undressed quickly, her clothes ending up on a pile on the floor next to Dahyun’s. Her hand found your clit again as she laid down beside you like Dahyun had done.

“What do you want us to do to you, baby? You’re already so wet for us.”

You struggled to find the words to answer that question, your mind torn between how good both of their hands felt on you but also the desire and the need for more. Tzuyu chuckled when she didn’t get a response to her question, her eyes flicking up to meet Dahyun’s.

“Then I guess it’s up to us. Isn’t it, Y/N-ah?” Tzuyu ran her tongue over your lips eliciting a groan at all the possibilities of what was to come at the hands of your Alphas.

Dahyun couldn’t suppress her smile as she felt her length pulse, “Sounds good to me, Tzu.” Both of the girls took their time to feel you up as they each made their way to some part of you. Dahyun moved in front of you to place lingering kisses along your chest making you squirm against her wandering lips while Tzuyu busied herself with placing open mouthed kisses on the base of your neck and up to your jaw as you continued to pant under their ministrations.

The slick between your legs was practically smeared along your thighs and probably soaking into the bed sheets by now with how turned on you were. The fire of your heat burned so hot in your lower belly that you felt like it was going to consume you from the inside out if the Alphas surrounding you didn’t do something quick.

A desperate whine left your throat as you rocked your hips backwards to grind against Tzuyu, her hardness digging into your ass when you finally decided that now was finally the time.

You were finally going to ask them to be your mates.

A shuddering breath fell from your lips as sweat dripped down your face, a look of determination in your eyes as you called both of your girlfriend’s attentions. Causing them to momentarily stop what they were doing to face you, “I’m ready.”

The sudden confession surprised them both as Dahyun looked at you with concern, “Are you sure?”

You appreciated her worry but you could barely think of anything other than the two of them plowing you into the mattress as you nodded, “Make me yours.”

A wide smile broke out onto both of their faces as they placed a kiss on opposite sides of your cheeks, Tzuyu nuzzling into your hair as she wrapped her arms around your waist, “And we’ll make you ours.”

The both of them helped you roll onto your side, having you face Dahyun. Tzuyu’s hands helped to support your thighs to keep them spread for Dahyun as she brought the head of her cock to your already dripping cunt. She chose to tease you at first, not pressing inside but instead rubbing slow, steady circles with it, enjoying the way your entrance fluttered the more you got worked up. Sliding her alpha-hood between your folds to lube up her length a little more before she got ready to push into you for the first time, not bothering to add any additional lubrication other than your guy’s combined wetness as you were practically soaking.

Tzuyu snaked one hand up to palm at your breasts, tugging and pinching a nipple between her fingers, causing your hips to jerk forward towards Dahyun. When she finally pushed forward, sliding the tip of her cock inside of you after she felt you had enough teasing. Your breath catching in your throat as she slowly began pushing into you, your walls squeezing down on her at the unfamiliar stretch as you gritted your teeth a little at the pain. Your eyes squeezed shut as Tzuyu whispered words of encouragement into your ear as she continued to toy with your breasts, doing her best to make the small amount of pain you were experiencing turn to pleasure as soon as possible.

Your body relaxed when Dahyun had finally bottomed out inside of you, she waited patiently for you to adjust to her size when you nodded, “You can move.”

She grunted in response as she pulled out so that only the head of her cock remained inside of you, before carefully thrusting back inside of you causing you to cry out in relief as you were filled up again, the stretch of Dahyun’s length starting to finally feel pleasant. You tilted your head back to rest against Tzuyu’s chest, panting loudly as Dahyun began thrusting.

She took over Tzuyu’s hand that had been supporting your thigh, as she brought your leg to hook around her hip instead. Tzuyu continued to palm at your breast with one hand, moving her now free hand to your ass, using her finger to tease at your other hole. A needy and desperate whimper escaped your lips as Tzuyu’s finger prodded and threatened to press inside.

“So eager.” The taller Alpha teased with a chuckle before standing up, heading to their bedside table.

You let out a whine, Dahyun’s cock was inside you just like you wanted - needed - but her hips stopped moving. You needed more and you needed it now. Dahyun shushed your whines, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder before switching to nipping at the skin, enjoying the breathy moans you gave in response.

The bed dipped as Tzuyu found her spot behind you again except this time with a bottle of lube in hand. Tzuyu popped the cap, squeezing it into the palm of her hand with a wet noise before tossing the bottle aside. With one hand she began to ease her fingers inside your hole, starting with just one digit but quickly moving to two with the desperate noises she was making.

Dahyun waited patiently, wanting so much to just begin thrusting with how amazing it felt to be inside of you, your walls clenching tightly around her but she knew she had to wait for Tzuyu and it would be worth it. Tzuyu worked her way up to three fingers, enjoying the way you stretched for her before finally pulling away, earning yet another desperate whimper from deep within your chest. She used the rest of the lube to slick up her own cock as she pressed the head of it against your hole, pausing for just a moment before pressing inside.

You clung to Dahyun’s shoulders, fingernails digging in harshly as you wailed with pleasure, feeling both of your holes be filled up just like you’d been impatiently waiting for. There was a pause when Tzuyu bottomed out, the two alphas giving you a moment to adjust before Dahyun gave the first thrust. Your fingernails dragging down Dahyun’s back with a loud moan as Tzuyu thrusted in as soon as Dahyun was drawing back, the two of them alternating their thrusts into you.

“More! Please, please more!” You gasped, your heart racing and mind dizzy as your heat fully took hold and demanded even more from them.

Both Dahyun and Tzuyu were more than willing to oblige. Dahyun moved one hand up to pinch at one of your nipples, while Tzuyu busied her mouth with sucking dark hickeys into the muscle of your shoulders. They both began to thrust into you harder, enjoying the loud moans that you were letting out. You squirmed between them, not to get away from the pleasure but seeking out anything else they could give you.

“How does it feel, Jagi?” Dahyun asked breathlessly, punctuating her words with a teasing press of her newly formed knot against your aching entrance, “I bet you’ve been dreaming of this moment. Tzumong and me filling you to the brim as you lose control”

Tzuyu leaned in, murmuring against your ear as she joined in on the teasing, “You’re so spoiled, Y/N-ah. Having two Alphas taking care of your heat.”

“Fuck! Just…knot me.” You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut as their teasing made the coil in your belly tighten.

Dahyun used one hand to grip your hip to push her knot inside first, doing so with a rough snap of her own hips followed by a delighted sigh. It had entered with a loud, slick pop. Your inner walls instantly clenched tightly around it. By the noises you were making, both Dahyun and Tzuyu could tell that you were so close to your peak, so Tzuyu followed Dahyun’s lead, pushing her knot inside your ass with a forceful thrust.

Causing you to cry out as you clenched hard on the two cocks inside you, viciously dragging your fingernails down Dahyun’s back as you felt both of your girlfriends release inside of you. Filling you up with their cum as they grunted and groaned against you, both of them sharing the same thought as they simultaneously sank their teeth into both sides of your neck.

Mating you.

Claiming you.

Their bites were the final straw as you were thrown over the edge, a high pitched scream escaped from your throat as you felt all the tension building inside of your body finally find its release. White filled your vision as every part of you spasmed, helpless to the onslaught of pure pleasure that made every nerve in your body stand on end. Before your high began to taper off as you fell bonelessly against Tzuyu.

The Alpha snaked her arm around your waist, pulling you as close as possible to her, palm rubbing and pressing against your stomach. A weak groan escaped from you at how full you felt before Tzuyu stopped, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. Before propping herself up on one elbow, watching as Dahyun began to card her fingers through your hair, a goofy smile on her face as she trailed a finger down to the fresh bite on the right side of your neck. Her mark.

Both of their knots had shrunk enough inside of you for them to pull out but they continued to lie there, not moving.

That was until Tzuyu began to laugh from behind you, jostling you and Dahyun slightly as she calmed with a sigh, “I can’t believe we did it. We’re mates.”

The word felt strange but familiar all at the same time as you pushed the Alphas back slightly so that they were no longer inside of you, allowing you to lie on your back so that you could see the both of them properly, “Took us long enough.”

A chuckle also came from Dahyun as she linked her fingers with Tzuyu’s as their hands rested against your stomach, “At least we did. I guess that finally makes you our Omega now, doesn’t it Y/N.”

You couldn’t suppress the smile growing on your face as you took their interlocked hands that were resting on your belly and brought them to your lips, kissing them both. “And I guess that makes you two my Alphas.”

The two smiled as they cuddled into either side of you, “Yes, yes it does.”

[mischievoushiddleston]

Hard to Get

Plot: Being the host of the Golden Globes has some very attractive advantages, or rather a very attractive advantage on two legs ... and the after party is not bad either...

Warnings: Public Fingering, Sex in Bathroom, light Dub-Con, but not really

Words: 1.4 K

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"A big round of applause please!" Y/N shouted into their microphones as the actress left the stage with her Golden Globe and the room applauded. "Wasn't her dress wonderful, Tom?"

"Not quite as wonderful as your dress looks on you, you drive me and the male world crazy with that slit down your leg." Said Tom and the audience laughed out loud. It wasn't the first time he flirted with her during the evening, but to anyone watching it just seemed like normal conversation.

"Tom...I'm blushing already..." Y/N pretended to look away from him shyly.

"That color suits you." He smiled and walked around her. The audience didn't notice how he gently caressed her waist with his hand and leaned towards her ear. "It would look especially nice on my bed with you moaning my name and my cock inside you." Her breath caught at Thom's words and her cheek was already flaming. Although he had already flirted with her, this was the first time he had spoken to her like this. "Thank you for this wonderful evening, ladies and gentlemen. See you at the after party." Tom winked at the audience, but Y/N had a hunch that the wink was meant for her. She quickly tried to leave the stage without drawing attention to herself. The stage assistant followed her and gave her a bottle of water. She looked at herself in the mirror, her cheeks visibly flushed, despite the makeup.

Y/N closed her eyes and tried to clear her head. What is this man doing to her? She was an independent woman, successful as an actress and in her life. But just a look or a cheeky comment from him was enough to tear her world apart at the seams.

"Are you okay?" She startled out of her thoughts, and with a glance in the mirror, she realized that Tom was standing less than a foot behind her.

"Um...yeah." She said, trying to sound normal.                                                      "You were off the stage so quickly." Tom looked concerned for her."I was a little warm, that's all." She turned and leaned against the table as Tom walked closer to her, smiling mischievously.

"I certainly hope my words didn't do that." He gently stroked her bare upper arms and a shiver ran down her spine. "Although I must confess I meant every word I said, you completely naked on my varnishes. I would enjoy it and I'm sure for you I would always have time to see you on my bed."

"Tom. Please, let's keep this professional."

"Then tell me you don't want this, that you don't want me." Tom leaned closer to her, his lips inches from hers.

"The after-party starts in half an hour." Said the assistant as she hurried around the corner, staring at her clipboard. Tom instantly moved away from her as if nothing had happened between Y/N and him moments before.

"Thanks, we'll be there in half an hour." Tom stated politely. She pushed herself away from the table and went to the assistant to create space between him.

"I'm already ready." The assistant nodded and began to walk away. Y/N followed her and looked over her shoulder one last time, Tom was looking the other way, his hands were braced on his hips and his jaw was tense. He seemed visibly upset at the interruption. It was a short time later when Y/N arrived at the party and it was already in full swing. She looked around and was relieved not to see Tom in the crowd, she didn't think she would be able to resist him again if she met him again tonight. As one of the waiters passed her, she grabbed a glass of the champagne and drank it down in one gulp.

"Are you trying to get drunk?" Y/N's body froze when she heard his voice beside her.

"No." She replied curtly, trying not to look at him as he moved to stand in front of her. She regretted standing in a corner now, but she had hoped not to run into Tom that way. But that now proved to be ineffective. He leaned his arms against the wall right next to her head.

"Look at me, Y/N, please." He asked her gently. She looked up at him and immediately regretted complying with his request. "That's better. Why are you hiding from me?"

"I'm not hiding from you." She stuttered, her determination to resist Tom beginning to waver.

"No? Yet you act as if you don't want me." One of his fingers stroked her collarbone seductively and a smile formed on his lips. "Yet we both know the truth, you want me to fuck you until you only know my name."

Y/N looked away from him shyly. "You want me to use you in every way you can imagine. I want to take you out of your shell. I know you crave my cock in your pussy. If I let my hand wander into the slit of your dress right now, would you be wet for me?" As he said this, his hand moved down into the slit.

Tom didn't wait for her permission, he didn't need to, because even if Y/N didn't admit it she craved him. He kissed her neck and groaned when he noticed she wasn't wearing panties. "No panties? You were just waiting for that, weren't you?"

She couldn't hold back a soft moan as he rubbed his index finger over her wet pussy. "Tom please..." Y/N moaned, but she wasn't clear if she wanted him to stop or if she wanted him to continue. He pushed a finger into her pussy and began thrusting into her. She began to moan and Tom quickly put his hand over her mouth.

"We don't want anyone else to hear what's just for me, do we?" He added another finger and began to fuck her faster with his fingers, his thumb began to rub her clit. His lips were on her neck and no one could see his hand on her mouth and his body was blocking anyone who passed by, it just looked like they were kissing. Y/N's pussy grew wetter with that thought. As she tightened around his fingers, he knew she was about to come. Tom pulled his fingers out of her and licked his fingers with a grin. She had her eyes closed and he looked around, no one seemed to have noticed the two of them.

His arm wrapped around her waist and he pulled her with him down a thin, dark hallway. He opened a door and entered the bathroom with her, closing the door behind him. Tom gently pushed her toward the sink and Y/N held onto it with her hands. She looked in the mirror and met his dark gaze. He slid her dress over her waist and she heard the metallic sound of his belt.

The tip pressed against the wet entrance of her pussy. "Are you on the pill?"

Y/N nodded slightly and Tom thrust his whole cock into her in one hard, fast thrust. "Oh God...Tom." She moaned loudly and her grip on the sink tightened.

"You're really tight around my cock." After a few moments, he began thrusting into her. She leaned on the sink with her forearms as he quickly began thrusting into her. Her body thrust forward a little from the force of his thrusts. "Do you know how long I've longed for you? God...Yet you were always too shy to even exchange a word with me." He took her hips in his hands and pulled her against him, in sync with his thrusts against her. Her back arched and her moans filled the small bathroom.

"Tom...Ah..."

"I was actually going to be shooting a new movie in Los Angeles at the moment, but when I found out you were going to be here as well..." The rest of the words were left unsaid, he didn't need to say them. His hand wandered down and began rubbing her clit. "Come for me."

Tom pulled her up and kneaded her breast through her dress and nibbled on her neck. It only took a few more thrusts before they both orgasmed at the same time, Tom filling Y/N with his hot cum.

"Let's get out of this party, after all I promised to make you blush on my bed."

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[brandyllyn]

Validation

Summary: Santi comes home early to find his new roommate a little undressed.

(Santiago “Pope” Garcia x f!Reader) Part 2 : Corroboration

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Word count: 5600 (I don’t know what the fuck happened). Read it on AO3.

Rating: NC17 (Explicit) 

Warnings: oral (m & f receiving). alcohol.

Santiago slammed his truck door shut, leaning forward for a moment to press his forehead to the steering wheel. He needed to stop online dating. The chicks he picked up after hours in bars might not be the kind he ended up keeping around - but at least there he knew what he was getting into. The woman he had met tonight was using a picture of her granddaughter on her profile. And yeah, he didn’t have a problem with older ladies, but twice his age was really too much.

He groaned as he started the engine, swearing to himself and backing out of the spot. All he wanted to do was go home, get drunk, and maybe watch some basketball in his underwear. But he couldn’t.

Because you were there.

The light turned red and he coasted to a stop, mulling the issue over. It was a favor for Frankie. Put his sister-in-law up for a couple of weeks. Maybe a month while you were looking for a job in town. They didn’t have room at the Morales house, what with the baby and all, and Frankie had begged Santi to let you use his guest room for a bit. He’d agreed. 'Cause he was a nice guy and Frankie was a brother.

And to be honest, you weren’t exactly a horrible roommate. You cleaned up after yourself, spent most of your time in your room, and just generally gave him his space. Unless it was one of the nights you offered to cook, he barely saw you.

Which was a shame because you were exactly his fucking type.

"Do not fuck her." Frankie’s warning had hit him like a fist to the gut and he’d looked at the other man incredulously.

"Fish, you think I’d do that to you? She’s fucking family."

Frankie had eyed him dubiously. "Damn right she is. You fucking remember that when you meet her hermano."

It had taken approximately three tenths of a second for Santi to realize why Frankie had given him the warning. Standing on his front steps with a bag in one hand and a wide smile on your face Santi had had to resist the urge to throw you up against the front door and claim you then and there. The first day he had been a mess, alternating between staring at you and avoiding you. He knew you must have thought he was strange but he didn’t know what else to do.

And then you’d come out to get coffee the next morning wearing a tank top and a pair of tiny cotton shorts and every ounce of blood had shot straight to his cock and never come back.

Tonight was supposed to be a relief. A fucking date, his first since your arrival. But the octogenarian was a bust and he was pressing the button for the garage by barely eight thirty. He was home much earlier than he expected. Earlier than he had told you. He didn’t think about that fact as he parked his truck and entered the house through the side door. Didn’t think about it when he toed his boots off and wandered through the laundry room and into the hall, making a beeline for the kitchen and the bottle of tequila on the shelf there.

Maybe he should have.

If he’d have thought about it he might have called ahead. Texted to let you know he was going to be back sooner rather than later. Given you a heads up so that he didn’t walk in on you sitting in his favorite armchair wearing the skimpiest lingerie he’d ever seen in his life and about to take a photo of yourself.

There was just a moment before you noticed him. A moment where the phone blocked him from your view entirely and he couldn’t help how he froze, his eyes scanning over your body. And then your hand dropped, your brow furrowing as you looked at the picture. Another second ticked by before you looked up at him and then you screeched.

Santi spun on his heel, turning to face the wall and squeezing his eyes shut for good measure. "Fuck, sorry," he said, the words spilling out as he pressed one hand through his hair. He could hear you scrambling, muttering curses under your breath for a minute before your laughter shocked him out of his secondhand embarrassment.

"For Christ’s sake, turn around Santi."

He did so slowly, half hoping that maybe you were still… but no. You had a robe on, sash tied tightly around your waist. Yet even then, it was short. Barely covering the tops of your thighs. He’d seen that much leg before, those little shorts that made his fingers itch. But there was something about this expanse of skin. Of knowing that if he lifted the hem of the robe you’d be wearing just a lace-

"I thought you were going to be out late?"

Your voice cut off his train of thought and he tried to slip into his normal charm like it was a mask. "Yeah, date was a bust." He shrugged, walking past you into the kitchen. He really needed a drink. He slammed a cabinet door a little too forcefully while he searched for the bottle he swore he just bought.

"Want some wine?"

He raised an eyebrow when he looked at you, then at the nearly empty bottle of wine you were offering him. Well, that made things make a little more sense. You didn’t seem the type to take nudes - but maybe after a bottle of wine…?

He took the bottle, emptying the remainder into a glass and clinking it to yours before taking a sip. "Sorry I startled you."

You shrugged and the sleeve of the robe fell down your arm, exposing the wide straps of whatever the hell it was you had wrapped around your neck and dipping down to your breasts. It wasn’t a bra. Santi had seen hundreds of bras in his life. Whatever it was you were wearing did not qualify for the name. You pulled the sleeve back up with a casual tug, but now the front was gaping open and Santi could see the hint of your breasts.

"Sorry you walked in on that."

He wasn’t. In fact he was already mentally planning how he might set up this same situation again. What else might you do in the living room if you thought you were alone for the night? "Don’t worry about it, I told you to make yourself at home." Jesus Christ had he really just said that? "Who’s the lucky guy?" He grinned to cover the slight note of envy that crept into his voice.

"Who?"

"Whoever you were taking photos for," he gestured at your phone.

You bit your lip and then shook your head. "No, it’s not… there’s no he."

"She," Santi corrected with a shrug. "I don’t judge."

You laughed and Santi watched the way your throat worked. His beer at dinner and the wine now must be interacting in some strange way because he felt drunk. Light-headed. Like he wanted to lean into you and make some very bad decisions that Frankie would fucking castrate him for.

"No, it was… for a friend," you clarified.

Santi’s eyebrow rose. "You send your friends nudes?"

"They’re not nudes," you corrected him with a glare, "they’re just. You know… you send your friends photos and they hype you up. It’s validation." You sighed softly, "And it’s been a while since I got that."

Santi did not know. At no point in his life had he sent anyone he knew photos of himself. With clothes or without. Hell, he’d never even sent anyone a sexy message - he knew too well how much information someone could find on you if they wanted to. He kept things simple with a 'Mind if I come over' or if he was feeling particularly adventurous 'wanna fuck?'

No one ever complained.

"Validation," he repeated, rolling the word in his mouth. "Huh."

You sighed, setting your elbows on the kitchen island and leaning towards him. You didn’t seem to notice how the action pressed your breasts together or that he could see it in the way your robe gaped open. But Santi noticed. Santi noticed every detail.

"Not that you’d know anything about that." You said with an eye roll. "But some of us aren’t as cocky as you are. Some of us need our friends to reassure us we’re attractive."

Santi opened his mouth then paused, thinking about the next thing he was going to say. You didn’t seem to notice, finishing off your wine in a gulp and moving over to the sink to drop your glass. He shouldn’t do what he was about to do. He knew it - in fact he had promised he wouldn’t. But that had been before. Before he knew you or what your laugh sounded like or the way you smelled. Before the opportunity to do more than just want you had landed squarely in his lap and Santi was left with the easiest decision of his life. And he was nothing if not decisive.

After all, there was no harm in looking right?

"I’m your friend."

You froze in place and Santi swallowed, staring at the back of your thighs and what he thought might be the start of the swell of your ass. He let the words sit there before he said them again. "I’m your friend, querida."

You turned back to him, hands braced on the counter behind you. "What do you mean?"

"If you needed validation, why don’t you ask me?" Your lips parted as you stared at him, the soft gesture enough to send blood rushing to his cock. As if he weren’t already hard enough.

Finally, after what felt like eons, you smiled, huffing a laugh and moving to walk past him. "Funny."

He moved just slightly, not enough to block your way, but enough to force you to have to work to avoid him. He breathed deeply, smelling your soap and a faint overlay of something richer.  "I’m a red-blooded man," he pointed out. "I think I can be reasonably counted on to appreciate a woman’s body."

You were so close. Close enough that he would only need to lean in to taste you, to run his tongue along your plush lips and sink inside of you. You blinked, looking away, and Santi realized that maybe he was coming on a little strong. Especially for someone who until recently had expressed no interest in you whatsoever. In fact had gone out of his way to give every impression of not being interested.

He held his hands up, moving to make plenty of room for you to continue by. "I’m only saying, if you’re looking for someone to admire your lingerie I’m right here and willing." He waggled his eyebrows exaggeratedly, hoping the comical effect would lighten the mood and thank God it did. Your nose crinkled when you looked back over your shoulder at him, stopping near the kitchen table.

"I mean, I suppose you are my target audience," you mused out loud and Santi resisted the urge to adjust himself. He knew what you meant - but damn the idea of you buying lingerie for him was like gasoline on an already raging inferno.

He leaned his hands back against the island, facing you now. Feet crossed in front of him to hide the bulge in his jeans. He shrugged nonchalantly, listening to the blood rush in his ears, his eyes glued to your face. "Only if you want."

Your fingers were hesitant for just a second on the tie of your robe and Santi held himself still, keeping his eyes on yours. He wanted to see you. Fuck he wanted to see you. But he wanted you to want him to see you even more. Wanted you to feel the sense of power in turning him on. He was already there, you just hadn’t seemed to notice yet.

He saw your lips part. Saw the moment your lips quirked, as though you were laughing at yourself for even thinking of doing this. But your fingers pulled the sash and you shrugged and both it and the robe fell to the floor in a heap at your feet.

Santi tried. He really did. He tried to keep his eyes on yours until he saw that you were ready. That you were comfortable. But one of your hands twitched up to cover your stomach for a moment and his eyes followed the path immediately and then he couldn’t look away. There was probably a name for what you were wearing. He should definitely ask you at some point because his porn for the next month was going to feature this thing and it would make the search easier if he knew what it was called.

A wide band of lace - maybe two inches, in deep blue - starting behind your neck and running over your breasts to cover each nipple. The lace continued downwards, framing your stomach before meeting and disappearing between your thighs. There were small straps that went from the lace behind your back, out of sight, that must be holding the thing in place. In the front two sets of straps criss-crossed, one just below your ribcage and the other between your breasts. And right there, right between two of the most beautiful breasts he’d ever seen, was a ribbon tied into a bow. Like a present.

He wanted to pull it apart with his teeth.

This… outfit had no practical use. If you moved too quickly you’d be falling out of it six different ways. It’s only purpose was to frame your body in the best light possible. To take your assets and offer them to someone else. To entice someone to commit several different sins with you all at once.

Santi was fucking enticed.

He realized abruptly that your fingers were twitching at your sides and more importantly, he had been just staring at you with no expression at all for what felt like several minutes - although it probably wasn’t that long.

"You’re beautiful," he blurted out.

Oh fuck, it wasn’t the right thing to say because you’re laughing and the motion is doing frankly amazing things to your breasts. But you were also crouching down and gathering your robe and yes that was definitely the wrong thing and he stepped forward, reaching out and grabbing your wrist before you could move further.

"Sorry, that was… you look…" he tried to find words that weren’t going to make you run away but all he could think about was how much he wanted to fuck you and if that lace actually joined together over your cunt or just skimmed around your thighs. "Fuck," he finally bit out.

"Well, that’s better," you said, picking up the robe with two fingers and standing up again.

"It is?" He asked incredulously and you laughed again.

"Santi, if I wanted someone to call me beautiful I’d take a photo on a Sunday morning and send it to my mom." You tried to make a gesture with your hands but he was still holding your wrist. You both glanced at it but he didn’t let go. "I want to hear I look hot. Like I’m smoking. Like you think you’ll come in your pants just seeing me." You gave him a wry smile and started to pull away. Started to put your robe back on and Santi rushed to stop you.

"Querida if you knew what I was thinking…"

You paused, partially turned away, and gave him an assessing glance. "Oh?"

His thumb stroked across your wrist while he considered his next words. He wouldn’t ordinarily. Fucking hell you were Frankie’s sister-in-law and he’d already been promised consequences for messing around with you. But your pulse was wild beneath his fingers and you were standing there looking like that and he just couldn’t bring himself to care about the consequences.

"You look like a fucking wet dream."

You dropped the robe, turning back to him fully. But he was too close. Too close to see you so he took a step back, then another, not letting go of your hand but holding it up between you while he let his eyes crawl over you.

"I’m going to jerk off later thinking about you," he said simply, watching you so closely he saw how your breath stuttered at the words. "Think about twisting my hands into that lacy bit of nothing and using it to hold you to my mouth. Is it scratchy or is it soft?"

"Soft," your reply was so low he barely heard it but it flowed across his skin like honey regardless and he didn’t bother biting back his moan.

"Fuck, of course it is," he nearly spit the words out, his fingers clenching around yours. "But you look even softer. Can I see the back?" He tugged on your hand as he asked and you didn’t hesitate before spinning around.

There was nothing there.

Well, not nothing. But five pieces of string no wider than fucking scotch tape was so close to nothing as to make no difference. He wanted to touch. Wanted to snap those strings against your body. Get on his knees and bite the globes of your ass that were perfectly exposed to him around the lines of what might charitably be called a thong.

"Fucking hell querida, I want to bend you over that table and fuck you until you can’t remember your own name."

You moaned. He heard it, clear as a bell in the room and he turned you back to face him. "When I say you look beautiful, that is what I mean. That I want to lose myself inside of you and not come out for days."

"That’s…" you trailed off, lips parted, your breath lifting your breasts in rhythmic motion.

"Validation?" He asked with a grin and laughed when you smiled in return.

"Yeah."

You were still holding his hand and he was sick of standing so far away from you. He pulled in the same motion he stepped towards you, encouraging you closer to his space. Looking down he could see your bare feet just a scant inch from his toes. If you took a deep breath your nipples would brush his shirt, hell if he took a deep breath they might. Ever so slowly he raised his free hand, hovering it over your chest before asking, "May I?"

"Please."

He groaned. Not 'yes,' but 'please' - said with a breathy moan that struck right to the heart of him. You were begging for his touch, your mouth slightly agape and your lips trembling with each breath. No man on earth could fault him for giving in. When his fingers touched the band of lace you took a shaky breath, eyes closing.

"It is soft," he commented, slipping his hand beneath to rub the fabric between his fingers. He slid his hand down, gently tracing over the lace until he felt the hard peak of your nipple pressing upwards. He paused for a second, lightly stroking, your entire body shifting underneath his touch, before he continued the path downwards. Over your stomach, your hip, just barely stroking at the top of your cunt.

"Soft," he said again and pressed his fingers a little harder, slipping between your lips and nudging at your clit. Your head fell back on a choked gasp and Santi’s control snapped. His hand wedged further, feeling your wetness coat along his fingers and forcing you to take a step back. Your ass hit the table behind you and he gently nudged your knees apart with his own. Now he had his answer, the lace never did join together between your thighs. There was absolutely nothing to stop him from twisting his fingers and pressing them up inside you.

You gasped again, his name this time, and he let go of your wrist to cup the back of your neck, jerking you forward and into his mouth. His tongue thrust inside, met immediately and enthusiastically by yours. Your hands came up to clutch at his shirt, twisting the fabric so hard he heard a faint rip at the seams. His lips quirked as he pulled away, his free hand falling to your wrist again.

"Seems I might be overdressed."

You nodded so earnestly he couldn’t help but grin, swooping in to kiss you again and pressing your hand to the buttons of his shirt. He could do it himself but that would mean pulling his fingers out of the hottest and wettest cunt he’d ever had the pleasure of being inside. And he wasn’t ready to do that yet. Instead he traced his fingers over the bow between your breasts, pulling gently before breaking away to ask, "What happens if I undo this?"

You had his shirt pulled free of his pants, the buttons undone and the fabric pushed back over his shoulders. He’d be more cocky about the lusty look on your face while you stared at his chest but he wanted an answer to his question so he tapped beneath your chin and forced you to look up. "The bow? What happens if I pull it?"

Your brows pulled together and you glanced down. "I think it’s decorative."

He hummed to himself and pulled, slightly disappointed when you turned out to be right. The sound of you undoing his belt hit his brain before he fully processed what your hands were doing and he finally pulled his fingers away from you, catching both of your wrists in his grip. You pouted, lips pursing and brow furrowing. Chuckling, he brushed his lips over yours and let you go, leaning down slightly to cup under your ass and lift you the few inches up onto the table.

"You got me distracted," he scolded, hooking one of the dining chairs with his foot and pulling it over. "I promised you my mouth, didn’t I?" Your eyes were hazy and he pressed a kiss to your temple before sitting in the chair, using his hands to spread your thighs wide. He stared for just a moment and then looked up at you, your breasts right at the level of his face. Never losing eye contact, he leaned forward and set his teeth to your nipple.

Christ, you made the most delightful faces for him. And noises too. He reached up and cupped your jaw in his hand, running his thumb along your lower lip where your teeth were digging into the soft flesh. He groaned when you pulled it into your mouth, your tongue caressing it and then sucking softly. He pressed his forehead to your chest, taking a deep breath.

"Lie back." He didn’t move as he said it, just mumbled the words into your cleavage. But he followed you when you did, catching a set of straps with his teeth and then letting go to turn his cheek to lay on your stomach. Slowly, he drew his fingers out of your mouth and down your body, grinning to himself when you shivered beneath his touch. Ticklish - he’d have to remember that for later.

He pressed a quick kiss to your navel and sat up, pulling your knees over his shoulders in one movement. You arched beneath him and he wasted no time tangling his fingers in that lacy bit of nothing you were wearing and pulling you closer to the edge of the table. He could see how wet you were, hell he could fucking smell it. That heady scent of arousal that made his cock jerk and his mouth water.

Santi moaned when he tasted you for the first time. It was partially technique, he knew the vibrations would riot across your nerve endings and drive you wild. But it was also just because he couldn’t fucking help it. He slid his tongue through your folds, pressing his tongue flat to you and burying his face into your cunt. He loved this. Loved making a woman squirm and moan for him. Loved the feel and taste and sound of it.

Loved that in this moment you were his.

He jerked his fingers tighter into the straps of your lingerie, digging into your hips and holding you still while he worked you with his tongue. Pressing his lips to your clit and shaking his head side to side, flicking his tongue over it, pulling it between his lips and humming. He pulled out every trick he knew, watching you heave and thrust and arch in his hands while he learned what you liked, what you didn’t like, and what drove you absolutely wild.

When he found that he kept at it, driving you higher and higher. Listened to you calling his name out while he coaxed your orgasm out of you. He wanted to be inside of you, wanted to feel the clench and pulse of your muscles while you came on his fingers. But before he could consider it, before he could try to untangle his fingers from your lingerie, your back arched a final time and he felt you get even wetter, your thighs clenching on his head.

Santi kept his mouth pressed against you while you came back down, gently licking deep inside you and staring up your body. You rose, propping yourself up on your elbows and giving him a bemused half smile and a huff of laughter.

"That was…" You started to say but he thrust his tongue inside you, pulling you closer and grinned when your back arched and your head fell back. "Fucking hell Santi…"

He turned his head to each side, placing soft kisses on your thighs before leaning back to look at you. "What else are friends for?"

God you were beautiful when you laughed, your eyes crinkling and your face breaking into a huge smile. "I feel very validated," you commented wryly and he nipped at your stomach, watching you flinch away from him and try to move backwards along the table. He twisted his hands in your outfit tighter, pulling you back.

"Now now," he tsked. " Where do you think you’re going?"

You stared at him and then sighed, reaching out and brushing a curl off his forehead. "You’re too close."

Santi felt his brows pull together. "What do you mean?"

Sitting up fully, you cupped his face in your hands and leaned down to kiss him, tongue stroking along the seam of his mouth. Tasting yourself on him. You pulled away with a small hum. "You’re too close to the table, I can’t fit in your lap."

The screech of the chair legs was loud in the room but it was covered up by the sound of your laugh. Santi pulled you off the table and onto his thighs, catching the joyful noise with his lips. You wrapped yourself around him immediately, settling onto him like you’d done it a thousand times before. This was… all of your bare skin. On him. Around him. At his fingertips.

He groaned when you pulled your mouth away. "I know there was talk of bending me over the table…" Okay, yes, he was listening. "But I was thinking maybe a softer surface, something more conducive to taking our time…"

The hesitancy in your voice hit him hard and he squeezed your sides and pulled your mouth back to his. "That is a fantastic idea," he mumbled against you. "I know of this great place just down the hall. King size bed. Just changed the sheets yesterday."

Your giggle sent pulse points of sensation through his body and he helped you stand up, unable to stop himself from leaning forward and pressing a kiss between your breasts before he did the same. He motioned you ahead of him down the hall. By all rights he should be leading - it was his room you were going to - but he couldn’t resist the opportunity to walk behind you. To watch all of you dip and sway as you sauntered in front of him. He reached out and cupped under your ass, pinching slightly and watched you jump and turn around right in his doorway. He didn’t stop, kept walking, shrugging out of his shirt and letting it drop to the floor. His hands fell to your hips, holding you close and dipping his head down to kiss you while he continued to back you up towards his bed.

He had a moment of disappointment when you ducked out of his embrace before you got there, side-stepping him and trailing a hand across his chest while you moved behind him. He leaned back against you when you wrapped your arms around his chest, groaning as your hands glided over him. You pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, licking up to his hairline. A shudder wracked his body and his hands covered yours, pulling you tighter around him.

"I want to see you," he heard you murmur into his ear, dropping one hand to his belt. "Help?"

"Anything you want," he promised quickly, pulling the belt free and jerking his pants and socks off together. He was left in only his black briefs and his thumbs hooked on them before he felt you stop him with a light touch. You ran your hands around the band, toying with it slightly. His fists clenched at his sides while he resisted the urge to turn around and toss you over onto his bed.

"May I return the favor?"

"What fa-" he started to ask but the words ended in a groan when you slipped your hand beneath his briefs and cupped the hard length of him. Fuck yes. Whatever the favor was you could return it as many times as you liked. As long as you kept stroking along him with those soft fingers and your other hand pushing his underwear down, down, down… much further down than you should be able to reach. It wasn’t until he felt you nip gently just at the top of his thigh that he realized you were kneeling on the floor behind him.

He turned without prompting, kicking his briefs off and nearly fell to the ground himself when you immediately took him in your mouth. "Oh Jesus fuck querida," he moaned, cupping the back of your head in his hands, "you’re going to kill me."

The pleased little hum that vibrated along his cock made his spine tingle. It turned into a shudder when you slid your mouth down him and felt himself nudge the back of your throat for a moment before you pulled away. Your hands were on him, thumbs pressed to the tops of his thighs as you guided him into a slow steady rhythm. Fucking in to your mouth and your tongue working against him.

He ought to close his eyes. The visual of you kneeling on the floor, that scrappy bit of nothing that was going to haunt his fucking dreams, your lips wrapped around his cock - it was too much. He jerked one hand off your head to grip the base of his cock tightly, giving you a half smile when you stopped sucking on him and gave him a quizzical look.

"You’re too good at that," he said with a shrug.

There was no way he could miss the pleased expression on your face, or the way you took the tip of him back into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him. Your hand knocked his out of the way, guiding it back on to your head and then going back to stroke along him. It felt like you were taking all of him - every last inch into that perfect mouth. He let go of his tightly held control and just surrendered to the pleasure. Mentally cataloguing the sight and sound and feel of you and the best goddamn blowjob he’d ever had.

When he came it was sudden, he didn’t even have time to warn you. His toes curled and his eyes rolled back in his head and he grunted - the only sign before he was coming in to your mouth but you didn’t seemed phased, just sucked and fucking hell swallowed as he shuddered and cursed and stroked your face.

When the last drop of pleasure was wrung out of him he stumbled backwards, knees hitting the bed and he sprawled across it. His chest was heaving, one arm over his eyes while he tried to remember what his name was. He peeked out from under his forearm in time to see you rise to your feet, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb and licking it.

"Fucking hell woman," he groaned, lifting his head slightly to look at you.

Your hands rose to the neck of the lingerie you had on. "Should I-?"

"Don’t you fucking dare," Santi growled, pointing at you for good measure and flopping back on the bed. "I’m not done with you," he said to the ceiling. "Just give me like… thirty minutes."

Your laugh floated across the room to him and he felt your weight shift the bed to each side of him. Suddenly his vision was you, straddling his waist and leaning over him. "Thirty minutes huh?"

He grinned and reached out to pull your hips closer. Smiling to himself he ran his fingers under the lace, rubbing it between his fingers. "With this thing? Maybe ten."

Frankie was going to murder him.

Somehow, he couldn’t make himself care.

-

Part Two : Corroboration

[stratiotis-nth]

Castiel has been able to see Glimpses of people’s future when he meets them for the first time—specifically when he first makes eye contact. It’s the big family secret and Castiel hates that he’s the one stuck with it. It’s infuriating—Gabriel asks if Castiel could make eye contact with some hot guy or girl to see if he’ll get lucky, and Castiel ignores him every time.

He doesn’t see the person’s entire life when he looks like them. It’s more like…a tsunami of information. Sometimes it’s images or feelings or sounds. Usually, Castiel can’t make heads or tails of what he experienced, so he stopped trying to interpret them a long time ago.

At this point, the flood of information is an annoyance, and he’s done his best to just avoid eye contact altogether.

Maybe that’s why Castiel is so quiet and keeps to himself. He doesn’t like meeting new people if only to avoid the data dump of another person’s future. He’s thankful he doesn’t get Glimpses when he looks at anyone he’s already Glimpsed, because he’s never be able to look Gabriel in the face. And anyone who Castiel had accidentally Glimpsed before have long since disappeared from his life, and Castiel is such a recluse that he hasn’t had a new friend in years.

Until Gabriel was an annoying asshole.

His older brother practically wrestled Castiel out of the house they shared to go clubbing. It had been a close fight and Castiel had gotten damn well near to biting Gabriel’s arm—but he eventually lost because Gabriel threatened to trample Castiel’s carefully cultivated garden in the backyard.

For the sake of his plants, Castiel reluctantly ducked into Gabriel’s obnoxiously bright red Camero.

“This is a stupid idea.” He grumbled, crossing his arms and keeping his hands tucked firmly against himself. “I’m just going to be standing there staring at the floor like an idiot.”

“No, you’re gonna keep that chin up and meet some people, Cassie.” Gabriel said briskly as they drove to Downtown. “Glimpsing a few people isn’t gonna change your life. You need friends, my bumbling, weirdo brother.”

“I can live my life just fine without friends, Gabriel.” Castiel snapped. “I have you, my cat, and my garden. I work from home and can support myself if needs be. What else do I need?”

Gabriel sighed.

“You’ll always have me, Cassie.” He said. “But have you ever thought about what you want?”

No. Of course he hadn’t. Castiel hadn’t had the luxury of knowing what he wanted since he first discovered the Glimpses.

“Your Glimpses shouldn’t be what stops you from having a life, little bro.” Gabriel continued firmly. They were in Downtown now, string lights lighting the two way street and neon signs making the air gleam in multicolor. Castiel’s chest clenched with anxiety, carefully avoiding the stream of bodies moving up and down the sidewalks in case he made eye contact with as passers by.

Gabriel pulled into the VIP spot of his nightclub, Sugar+Spice and grinned at Castiel.

“C’mon, brosky, time to swim amongst the fishes.” To complete Gabriel’s inspiring speech, he slapped two condoms into Castiel’s hand and ducked out of the car before he could throw them back.

Grumbling under his breath about invasive brothers, Castiel begrudgingly followed Gabriel through the back entrance of the club.

It was loud, hot, and chaotic. Despite not having made eye contact with anyone yet, Castiel’s senses were immediately overloaded with noise and light. He could barely hear Gabriel over the din, risking a glance up in an effort to read his lips.

This way. He seemed to be shouting. Gabriel grabbed his hand and tugged him along anyway. Castiel allowed himself to be dragged, bumping through a crowd of people with his eyes fixed on their passing feet.

Gabriel took him up to a slightly quieter, less crowded second floor and sat him down at the bar.

“Alfie!” Gabriel called to the bartender, rapping his knuckles on the glass bar top. “Dirty Shirley for my fruity brother!”

“Gabriel!” Castiel hissed. He didn’t necessarily care if people knew he was gay, but he didn’t want Gabriel going on trying to get him laid.

“Coming up, boss.” Alfie called, already moving nonstop and smoothly as he tended to the other patrons lining his bar top.

“See ya, Cassie.” Gabriel clapped his shoulder. Castiel’s heart seized with terror.

“Gabriel, don’t you dare—“

“Sorry little bro, I’ve got club owner responsibilities to attend to.”

And then, Castiel was alone. Alfie’s slim hand set a red-pink colored drink in front of him and moved on before Castiel could think he would wait a second for a thanks. He was probably too busy to care for social expectations like please and thank you.

Castiel didn’t know how long he had sat there, hunched over his drink and staring at the bar top resolutely. Gabriel could drag his ass into public, but he couldn’t make him talk to people.

People seemed to catch the hint to leave him alone, or maybe Alfie had warned them against it before Castiel could sense their presence. Some tried, though, but Castiel just shook his head. That was usually enough to leave him be.

It was well after 1 AM when he’d finally had enough sitting around and staring at his drink to ward off horny one nighters. He stood, determined to find Gabriel and force him to take him home. He was tired, anxious, and terrified of this place and of people. He didn’t like Glimpsing—it was like intruding into their privacy and instead of doing it intentionally like how a burglar would invade a home, it was hurled at him when he didn’t want it. The last time Castiel had Glimpsed, the images and noises had been too much. It had overloaded his mind and nearly made him pass out from the onslaught.

The last time he had Glimpsed was the first time he’d met a future serial killer. One could imagine why Castiel didn’t like Glimpsing anymore.

He pushed his way through the crowd, trying to find Gabriel’s recognizable white dress shoes amongst the writhing sea of legs and lower bodies.

Castiel finally reached the stairs, the door swinging shut and blessedly blocking out the din of the dance floor. The peaceful silent lasted for only a moment, though.

“Whoa, Jesus!”

Castiel slammed into a very solid form and went tumbling backwards, his back hitting the bottom staircase with a painful thud before he toppled back onto the concrete floor.

“Shit, shit, shit! I’m so sorry! Jesus fuck, here, lemme help—“

The person he collided into was scrabbling down the last few stairs, kneeling over him and grabbing his arms.

“Hey, man, you okay?”

Castiel’s entire body was ringing with the aftershock of his fall. His back throbbed painfully, already promising a nice purpling welt.

Maybe it was the pain, or maybe the ringing in his head muted out higher reason, or maybe just fate, but Castiel drifted his gaze to stare at the person who had run into him.

The moment he met the pair of green eyes the color of matcha and wild grass, he was assaulted with an onslaught of Glimpses.

Warm, comforting yellow and orange, the color that light up a home on a cozy, winter night.

The sizzle, pop and bang of fireworks in a dewy field, ringing with a pair of laughter. Bursting, bright colors lighting up a starry sky.

Metallic, greasy smell of an auto shop, the sharp chemical scent of acrylic paint, the words Winchester Auto in neon lights on the top of a busy garage and art studio.

But the main image, the one that always came through crystal clear when he had a Glimpse—

was Castiel himself.

He couldn’t force the image away, or what followed after.

It was Castiel, looming over the man’s point of view with his arms braced on either of his vision. His own face was slack with pleasure as his entire body moved up and down in a very obvious thrusting motion. His eyes were bright and wide and so full of something warm and gentle and careful that Castiel didn’t believe he could ever really do that.

He closed his eyes, willing the main image and surrounding flashes of senses to fade.

“Dude, please tell me you’re okay.” The man fretted, his hands now cupping Castiel’s face and shaking slightly. The way the man was leaning over him looked so much like how Castiel was leaning in the Glimpse that it brought him back to himself.

He sat bolt upright, smacking foreheads with the man and immediately making himself dizzy again.

“Ow.” They both mumbled. The guy scrambled back to give Castiel some space.

“You okay, man?” The guy asked again, staring at him with wide eyes. Castiel’s first reaction was to advert his eyes, but this time for an entirely different reason than the Glimpse. His cheeks burned with the embarrassment of what he had just witnessed.

“Yes.” He managed, but it sounded strained. The man, apparently took that strain as pain instead of mortification.

“Oh shit, you’re probably all banged up, shit. Did the stair hit your back? Did it break the skin?” Suddenly, warm hands were gingerly touching his lower back, feeling for the welt already swelling. Electrical shocks rippled under his skin despite the layers of clothes between him and the hand, but Castiel hissed sharply when the pressure of his fingers hit the welt.

“Sorry, hang on. Don’t move too much, not until I can be sure you didn’t break anything.” The guy was completely unfazed by touching Castiel. It was a gentle touch, but definitely clinical. Was this guy a nurse? Doctor?

“I used to be a paramedic.” The guy answered Castiel’s unspoken speculation. He gently pressed around the welt. “Anything hurt?”

“No.” Castiel managed faintly, his brain already providing unhelpful scenarios where the man’s hand drifted lower and suddenly his last Glimpse was coming true right then and there—

“Okay, I don’t think anything’s broken.” The guy said, sounding relieved. “Can you stand?”

“Yes. It’s just a bruise.” Castiel said, his defenses rising with the determination to never allow that last Glimpse to come true. There were too many risks, too many dangers associated with having friends, let alone pursue a romantic relationship. For this man’s sake and for Castiel’s sanity, he would do everything in his power to stop that Glimpse from happening.

“I’m alright, thank you.” He said quickly, stepping back to allow an acceptable amount of space between him and the man.

“Okay, uh, good.” The guy said, ducking his head sheepishly.

Please don’t. Castiel begged helplessly, staring as the man glanced up at him through his lashes. He was undeniably gorgeous. Light brown hair styled lightly and freckled, tanned skin. Those enrapturing green eyes that made Castiel want to smother himself in that very shade, framed by long lashes. Plush pink lips and a little scruff that Castiel wanted to feel on his skin. Broad shoulders filled a worn leather jacket over a flannel and Henley. Oil-stained jeans and scuffed boots. Rugged and beautiful.

What the hell did future Castiel do to secure a night with this man? How did an awkward, nobody with a fear of people manage to have sex with this perfect, gorgeous man who could get anyone he wanted?

“Sorry about that, man. I swear I don’t go running into hot guys as a pick up line.”

Castiel’s jaw dropped, and the man went very red when he realized what he’d said.

“Ah, fuck. I-I didn’t mean, that’s n-not—shit, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that—“

“It’s alright.” Castiel cut him off hastily. “I’ve actually got to go. I’m supposed to meet my brother and he’s probably worried that I haven’t shown up.”

The man looked embarrassed but startled by Castiel’s hasty retreat. But he moved to let him up the stairs.

He was already a few steps up when the man spoke again.

“Sorry again, man.”

It was a mistake to turn back around, but Castiel did, perhaps selfish enough to indulge in the man’s beauty one more time.

Then something happened that never happened before. Castiel had another Glimpse when he met his eyes.

It was gentler than the first, like an aftershock after an A-bomb.

Deep, sweet spices mixed with buttery pie dough and tangy apple.

A warm, soft red that enveloping his entire body like an embrace to protect and cherish.

The man’s deep, rough voice murmuring “Cas” with such profound affection and care.

Then, Castiel’s voice answering in the same low, gentle caress of soft happiness—“Dean”.

This could not be happening.

[mochegato]

Heroic Deeds

Thanks to @boldlyanxious and @ive-fallen-down-the-rabbithole for the idea

 Marinette was going to kill her roommate.  Because that’s why she was in this situation in the first place, her roommate was too busy to pick up his own damn paperwork.  And she was just too “nice” to say no.  And puppy dog eyes should be illegal.  In fact, that was the next house rule.  No puppy dog eyes.  She has never in her life been able to say no to puppy dog eyes and mean it.  Manon, Etta, Ella, Adrien… no more!  Hence forth they were banned.  It was already a rule with the kwami.  It would just have to be instituted as a rule with humans as well.

But until then, she had to deal with this ridiculousness.  This thief that sounded like he was bored out of his mind, like she was inconveniencing him by being held hostage.  Is it too much to ask for him to be more invested in this than she is?  I mean, she may be the one with the gun pointed at her, but he’s the one that’s pointing it and he’s the one that broke into the office to steal whatever documents he was halfheartedly looking for during the day instead of at night when NOBODY WOULD BE THERE.  

But noooo, this jackass had to do it during the day and at the exact moment when she would be there. Really, what was her luck?  Was this punishment for not wearing Tikki constantly anymore?  She was only supposed to be in this office for a total of a whole ninety seconds. Walk in, grab the documents that were supposed to be ready and waiting for her, and walk out.  But instead she was stuck here critiquing this idiot’s ransacking skills, because that ninety seconds is exactly when this blasé thief decided to strike.  

At least Kate was safe, she huffed to herself.  Kate had been lucky enough to have gone to the backroom for the documents just a few seconds before Idiot Man came in.  Hopefully, she had escaped through the backdoor and had contacted the police already.  Because apparently Kate hadn’t pissed off the kwami of luck like Marinette somehow had.  She and Tikki were going to have a very long, very hissy discussion when she got back home.

And this guy wasn’t. Even.  Paying.  Attention. To.  Her.  The gun was pointed in her general direction, but it was like she was the furthest thing from his mind, like she held the same threat level as a kitten.  But that was his mistake, underestimating her, because this kitten had claws.  God, she’s been hanging out with Adrien too much.  She’s beginning to think like him.  She let out a breath and banged her head against the back of the chair she was sitting in out of frustration and disappointment in herself.

It wouldn’t be so bad if he was ignoring her to focus on his search, but he wasn’t really paying attention to that either.  She would think he was high on something if there were any other signs of it.  No, this just was just bored, like he was wasting time, waiting for the police to show up.  Maybe it’s the ski mask he was wearing that was annoying him.  Who wears a ski mask in the summer?  And… did he just check his phone!  Oh, Hell no!  That was the final straw.

She moved before she could overthink it, sliding over the desk she had moved behind when he came in. She plowed into his chest with both feet, catching him completely off guard and knocking him back into the filing cabinet.  

“Hey, get off me!” he yelled, sounding more affronted than worried.  

She twisted around and kicked the gun out of his hand with one leg, following it up with a punch that would have broken his nose if he hadn’t blocked it with his forearm, redirecting her hit.  She stopped her momentum before breaking her hand on the filing cabinet.  She pulled her arm back instead striking her elbow directly into his cheek.

“What the fuck!” he yelled, holding his cheek and looking up at her like she was crazy.

He reached for his gun, but she kicked his arm and raced for it herself, kicking it under a nearby cabinet. “That was my gun!” he gritted out, rounding on her.  At least he finally looked invested in this.

“I noticed,” she smirked at him, delivering a roundhouse kick to the face.  He dodged at the last second and shoved her leg, changing her momentum and sending her flying toward the edge of the table.  She squeezed her eyes shut as she braced herself for the impact. If she timed this right, she could use the table as a springboard to go back at him.  The table was solidly built from thick, heavy wood and metal.  It had to weigh several hundred pounds.  It would be able to take her weight without moving even a centimeter.  She took a breath to prepare, but the impact was significantly softer than she had anticipated and didn’t give her the bounce back she expected, causing her to end up sprawled on the floor instead of springing back at the thief.  

Before she had even registered what happened, she heard a grunt in front of her and the sound of the table scraping against the floor as it moved.  She looked up to a red helmet looking back at her.  Her eyes flicked down quickly to his chest as if she needed the confirmation the bright red bat there gave her.  He stood up quickly, rubbing his shoulder as he approached her. He knelt down in front of her. “You okay?”  His voice was considerably softer than she would have anticipated from the vigilante considered to be the most dangerous of the bats.

She stared at him for a few seconds, shocked by the tone and to see him there in the first place.  She had been expecting the police not a bat. It was daytime, everyone knew they didn’t come out during the day.  The bat signal didn’t work during the day.  “Miss,” he tried again, his voice taking on a concerned edge.

“Oh!  Yes.  Yeah. I’m fine.”  She nodded rapidly and reached down to rub her leg where the thief had pushed her, more to relieve anxiety than because it actually hurt.  

“You’re hurt.”  It was a comment, not a question.

“It’s okay, really,” she tried to assure him, but he was already up and stalking toward the thief who had started edging toward the door.  Marinette mentally scoffed at his stupidity.  She understood underestimating her, she was an unknown and looked tiny.  But Red Hood was a known entity.  His threat level was well established.  Why on Earth wouldn’t the thief have run as soon as he appeared?

“Hood…” he started nervously, holding up his hands as though trying to placate him.

Whatever other argument he was going to try to make died on his lips as Hood picked him up and threw him through the large, plate glass, front window.  He stood at the window for a few seconds, watching the thief run away. Satisfied with what he saw, he turned back to her.  “How badly are you hurt?”  He approached her slowly.  He rolled his shoulder a few times, almost imperceptibly.  If she hadn’t been familiar with trying to hide an injury, she might have missed it.

Marinette smiled at him.  “I’m not. Are you?  Did I hurt your shoulder when I slammed into you?”

“Are you sure?”  He stopped a respectable distance from her.  He seemed to eye her leg suspiciously, but backed off questioning it. “I mean emotionally too.  An incident like that can be stressful for some people.”

Marinette rolled her eyes.  “Please, that wasn’t stressful.  That was annoying.  And you didn’t answer my question.  How is your shoulder?”

Red Hood paused for a few seconds watching her.  “It’s fine.  You weren’t afraid?”

Marinette scoffed.  “No. The most stressful part of this is I’m supposed to be picking up some important documents for my roommate and I don’t know if I’m going to be able to get them now.”

“If you didn’t feel afraid of what he would do, why did you attack him?  You could have provoked him into doing something he wasn’t going to do before,” he gently chided her.

Marinette let out an annoyed sigh.  “You sound like my roommate.”

“Sounds like a wise man. Why didn't you listen?” He cocked his head to the side.

She mumbled something into her feet, not making eye contact with him.

He arched his head closer to her.  “What was that?”  She mumbled something again, slightly louder this time, but still not loud enough for him to understand what she said.  “What?”

“Because he pissed me off.  Okay?” she finally yelled in exasperation.

“What did he do to piss you off?” he asked carefully, because if the guy did anything to hurt her, he was going to hunt the asshole down and kill him.

“He was bored,” she growled.  “He was holding me at gunpoint and acting like I was the one that forced him into the situation and it pissed me off, okay.  I mean the audacity!” Red Hood fought laughing at the adorable scrunched up face she made as she talked.  She waved her arms around agitatedly as she spoke.  “You don't want to be here?  Newsflash, asshole!  Neither do I! I mean, if you’re going to threaten me, put some effort into it, you know?  Am I not worth the effort?”

“You are.” Red Hood answered instantly.  “I mean, you seem like you are… from what I can tell.”

“It’s just disrespectful,” she groused, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting as she leaned against the table.

“Extremely,” he agreed absently, staring at her pouting lips.  “Lucky for you though.  Seems like he underestimated you.  I don’t even think you needed this knight in shining leather to rescue you.”

She huffed out a laugh.  “I already have a knight in shining leather.  Two, actually, if you count my roommate, which I do.  I don’t really need another.”

He motioned like he wanted to take his helmet off but stopped himself.  He positioned his arm on the table she was leaning on, supporting his weight as he leaned closer to her.  “But are they heroes?”  

“Yes,” she answered without hesitation.  “I mean… to me,” she added quickly.  She didn’t need anyone making any kind of a connection between her and Chat.

He seemed to contemplate her for a moment before responding.  “You must be quite something to have so many knights willing to fight for you.  But, maybe you can use another, after all they’re not here right now and I am.  I can be your knight in shining Kevlar instead.”

She chuckled, looking down shyly.  When she looked back up, it was through her eyelashes.  “Yes, you are here and during the day too,” she smirked at him.  “I didn’t think you guys could come out during the day.  I thought sun repelled you.”

“You’re thinking of vampires.”

She pretended to study him carefully.  “So you’re stating for the official record that you are not, in fact, vampires then?  Just regular bats.  Interesting.” She looked away nodding as if in thought.  “I’ll have to let my friend know you’re refuting that theory.  She runs a superhero blog.  The vampire Bats theory is one of the more popular posts.”

He chuckled and she could hear the smile through his words. “We aren’t.  Well, I’m not.  Can’t vouch for Robin though.  He’s definitely some kind of cryptid.”

Her face was starting to hurt from trying to contain her smile. She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at him.  “Although… you could be lying.  After all, you are entirely covered right now… in the middle of the day… in the summer. That’s a lot of leather for a hot day. It kind of looks like you’re hiding from the sun.”  She shrugged her shoulders innocently.

Red Hood stared at her a few more seconds and she was cursing the helmet for an entirely different reason than she usually did.  Right now she was dying to know what kind of face he was making.  Was he smirking?  Was he frowning?  Was he blushing?  Did she make Red Hood blush!  Was he enjoying the interaction or was she annoying him?  He moved over to the window he had thrown the thief through earlier and stopped a few feet from it.  He pulled up his sleeve to reveal his forearm and exposed it to the sun.  “Happy?”

Marinette looked at his forearm for a few seconds, struck by the muscles that were so defined even in his forearms.  The things that man could probably do with his hands… She walked closer and started to reach out to touch his forearm only to snap her hand back at the last second.  Her cheeks blazed brightly.  She cleared her throat lightly.  “For now,” she nodded as casually as she could manage, looking everywhere but his eyes.

“Don’t feel shy, P… rincess,” he smirked at her. “Feel free to feel freely.”

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, as much to stop herself from reaching out to touch him as embarrassment. “Probably not a good idea to go around groping people you don’t know so….”

“So,” he started quietly, moving closer to her, “you’re saying you want to get to know me better and then you’ll grope me.” He quirked his head to the side as he took another step closer.  “How well do we have to know each other for that?  ‘Cuz, I’d let you do it now, so it’s all up to you.”

Marinette’s cheeks blazed a deep red.  She looked away to collect herself.  While this was fun and Red Hood’s body should be as illegal as his actions, she wasn’t looking to be another notch for him and considering the speed he was moving with someone he just met a few seconds ago, that’s all she would be.  She took a breath and looked back up at him.  “I’m saying… I should find the papers I was sent here for and get them back to my roommate.”

“Let me walk you home.  Make sure the guy doesn’t come back.  I can check the security of your place too to make sure you’re safe,” he offered in a tone that sounded sincere.

“Okay,” she nodded.

“Okay?”  He sounded surprised at her answer.  Most women must not say yes to him, which frankly she had a really hard time believing.

“To the walk, not the apartment check,” she corrected him firmly.  “My apartment is safe.”

“Are you sure?  I can…”

“My roommate made sure it’s safe and I trust my roommate more than I trust you,” she cut him off.  “No offense.”

Red Hood was silent for a few seconds before nodding.  “Okay.”

<><><><><> 

Marinette laid down on the couch for a while after getting home replaying the events in her head. No matter how many times she ran through them, they still didn’t make any sense.  The thief didn’t make sense.  Red Hood being there during the day didn’t make sense.  And Red Hood hitting on her… didn’t not make sense, but it definitely dampened the crush she had on him.  

After a little while, her stomach reminded her she had planned to pick up something to eat after picking up the paperwork, which means she hadn’t eaten since the croissant she had at breakfast and it was now dinnertime.  She let out a groan and forced herself up off the couch.  Maybe chopping some vegetables would make her feel better anyway.

She had already started sautéing the onions when the puppy dog eyed man himself finally made it home.  “That smells great, Mari.  Were you able to get the paperwork?”

Marinette blinked at him a few times before narrowing her eyes and pointing the knife she was holding at him.  “You’re not allowed to do puppy dog eyes anymore!”

“What?  Why?  I mean… I don’t… do that,” he trailed off quietly at the glare she was sending him.

“Yes, you do,” she glowered and went back to cutting vegetables for dinner a little more forcefully than she had originally.

“So what happened that was so bad?” he asked carefully.  He moved to sit on the counter, but made sure to keep a fair distance between him and Marinette, or more specifically, her knife.

“The office got robbed!” she exclaimed loudly, waving the knife wildly.  “While I was in it!”

He jumped down off the counter and ran to her.  He grabbed her shoulders and looked her over carefully for any signs of injury.  “Mari!  Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

Marinette scoffed.  “No.  I just started trying to take him down when Red Hood interrupted.”

“Red Hood, huh?”  He waggled his eyebrows at her.

“Yes, Red Hood,” she rolled her eyes.  “Shut up.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but shut it quickly and took the knife from her hand first.  Once he was fairly safe from getting stabbed, accidentally or on purpose, he continued.  “Did you flirt with him?”

“What?” Her cheeks flared brightly.  What the hell!  Why was he asking her that?  That was not a conversation she wanted to have.  It was hard enough to have normal conversations with him and his tight shirts and charming smile and piercing eyes, but him encouraging her to flirt with other people was really not a conversation she wanted to have.

“Well you… you like him, right?  You said he was your favorite and he was a dilf, even though I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have any kids,” he said nonchalantly as he swirled the onions in the pan.

“Yeah, because he could be my daddy,” Marinette muttered to herself, but apparently not as quietly as she thought she did, judging by the choking sounds next to her.

“What!”

“What?”  The smug smirk making its way across his face told her that her denial didn’t come across as innocently as she had hoped.  “Shut up, Jason.”

“So he made a good impression then?” He asked somewhat awkwardly, which was bizarre for him. “You might even want to see him again?”

She smacked him in the shoulder pausing when he flinched heavily.  She stared at him, studying him closely.  That was where Red Hood had been nursing earlier.  Red Hood, who has the same dimensions as Jason.  Red Hood, who had a still healing cut on his forearm in the exact same spot as the one Jason mysteriously showed up with a few days ago.  Red Hood, who knew her roommate was a he.  Red Hood, who reminded her so much of Jason, which is why she liked him so much in the first place.  Red Hood, who was definitely flirting with her as he rescued her while she was the only one… in Jason’s aunt’s office… after saving her from someone who, thinking back, had the same dimensions and eye color as Roy…

“Oh he made an impression,” she said absentmindedly, still staring at his shoulder.

“A… um, a good one?  He did save you, right?  Heroic deeds and all?  Women love a hero,” Jason added casually.

Marinette stared at him for a few seconds, letting the pieces settle into place.  Finally, her eyes widened in realization.  “You set it up…”

Jason’s face went blank. “I… What?”

“You set it up,” Marinette repeated with more confidence.  “You… Why?”

“What are you talking about?” Jason tried desperately.

She punched him hard in the shoulder.  “Jesus! Fuck, Pixie.  That hurt.” Jason cried out as he rubbed his aching shoulder.

“Good!  What the fuck?  Why would you do that?  Were you trying to scare me?”

“No!  I was… Because… because you liked Red Hood.  I wanted you to meet him,” he said defensively.  He looked away and took a breath.  When he looked back, his voice was quieter, shakier. “You wanted Red Hood and… and I wanted you so…”

“You know, you could have just, I don’t know, popped up on the roof when I was there or showed up when I was walking home.  You didn’t have to stage a robbery!  Think about all that damage Kate has to deal with now!”

“She was remodeling anyway. She needed to demo the entire office so… two birds, you know?”  He shrugged a little too casually to be casual and flipped the onions again.

“And one bat.” He rolled his eyes at her.  “Or you could have just… said something”

“You weren’t interested in me.  You were interested in Red Hood.”

Marinette let out a long sigh.  “I was interested in Red Hood because he reminded me of you.”

His eyes widened in realization.  “Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’.  And liking him seemed less emotionally damaging than destroying my relationship with you by flirting.”

“You thought I wasn’t interested?”  He looked at her incredulously.  She looked down at her feet, shuffling them awkwardly, refusing to make eye contact, almost like she was afraid of what he was going to say.  He couldn’t allow that to continue.  He turned off the stove and walked up to her slowly, careful not to scare her, just like Red Hood had earlier that day.  He gently cupped her face, softly enough that she could pull away if she wanted to.  He stroked her cheeks tenderly.  

When he finally spoke up again, his voice was loving and reverent.  “Pix, I’m head over heels.  I don’t think you even… no, I know you don’t know how much or you wouldn’t question why I tried talking to you as Red Hood instead.  I love you, Pix.  I love your heart and your humor and your sass and your passion… and your face.  I love that too.  

“And God, your smiles. I love your smile when you’re happy, which is different than your smile when you beat me at UMS, which is different than your smile when you see a little kitten, which is different than your smile when you’re thinking about home, which is different than your smile after you’ve completed a commission, which is different than your smile when I make an amazing joke that you hate.  I love them all and I just want to see any of them, all of them, every day.”

He didn’t realize how close he had gotten to Marinette’s face until he realized the gasp she let out sounded like it was right next to him.  She laid her hands over his wrists.  “Jason…”

“And I really hope I didn’t…”

“Jason!” she interrupted. He looked at her wide eyed.  She smiled reassuringly at him.  “Can I kiss you?”

“Oh God, Pixie, you can’t imagine how happy that would make me,” he smiled down at her, lowering himself so his lips were close enough for her to reach.

She grinned back up at him as she pushed herself up, her lips a few millimeters from his.  “Oh, I think I have an idea,” she whispered before closing the distance.

@jasonette-july-event @maribatserver

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

Cantina| Tech

Note: no thoughts just horny

Warning: 18+, Bathroom intercourse, multiple orgaisms, lots and lots of intercourse, and Tech Horny

Reader: Female

Y/n smiled as she wore the tight dress charcoal in color with a red choker the small skull charm hanging from the necklace.

Couples passed by her in the small back hall, most likely going into the alley way or back rooms to get off with one another.

She had been waiting for her partner, he had filled her thoughts before hand via message that he would be all her's tonight, and whatever she wanted she would receive it.

So she dolled herself all up, pushed a shot of the finest space whiskey she could get at the bar down her throat and waited.

Finally the wait was over and Tech pushed himself through the crowd, making his way over to the usual meeting spot deep in the small hallway.

"Sweetheart. Finally!" Y/n spoke with a sigh, he made his way over as she reached out her arms for a hug.

"Mesh'la."

She smiled as he placed a hunger filled kiss on her lips, both filled with apology and longing.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too babe." Y/n spoke.

Tech chuckled watching her legs squeeze together from the bottom of his eye.

"Me? Or my cock?."

She chuckled, "well when you tell a girl she can have whatever she wants, especially in the way you told me."

He chuckled, he knew he had riled her up before hand and even riled himself up, the idea of his seed filling her multiple times had filled his head, she begging for even more as he fucked her so much the cum coating her outer pussy walls and his cock became a frothy white.

"Then what is it? That you want tonight?" He hummed as she bit her lip, "Tell me every detail."

She chuckled as he kissed her, she responding with a kiss as she pulled away biting her lip.

"Well...is it bad that I want it all?" Y/n responded.

"All of what Princess? Tell me." Tech teased.

"All of your cock...all of your cum in me." Y/n told him, "for us to fuck so much that neither of us can walk."

"Odd." He spoke, kissing her softly, "that's exactly what I was thinking."

She hummed a chuckle, kissing him he kissed back, his hand falling onto her leg as he slowly pushed her closed legs open, his hand finding his way between them and slightly going up her dress, rubbing a curled finger against her lacy panties as she hummed softly into the kiss, gripping his arms as her legs spread open more.

Pulling away from the kiss Tech removed his hand from between her legs.

"Let's go to a back refresher babe." Y/n told him grabbing his hand as he let her lead the way, taking him back to the singles bathroom, she was close with the owner, and always had herself a clean refresher when she needed or wanted.

They were ment for actual bathroom use.

But the cantina knew what they were mostly be used for, as the bar doubled as a nightclub during late hours. The bar even making money off them, many would have to pay to use the back "refreshers".

She pulled him in and as soon as the door was closed she was pinned against it with Tech locking it in the same moment. He trapped her further with a kiss, pressing her agaisnt the door as he pushed his tounage inbetween her lips, her hands at the back of his head, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

Tech pulled away causing her to whine, and try and pull him back in.

"Pouty little thing aren't you?" Tech teased as he grabbed the front of her dress yanking it down releasing her breast from confinement.

He leaned down giving each nipple a wet kiss, swirling his touange around her senstive buds with flicks of his touange. She groaned heavily, as he pleasured her breast she lifted up her dressing, the bottom half pulled up to her stomach as she slipped her hand into her panties, rubbing her clit.

She groaned throwing her head back, Tech's hand joining her in her panties.

"Doing that will get you no where." He told her as he slipped his middle and ring finger inside her soaked pussy.

"T-tech!" She cried as he fingered her.

He bit his lip, watching her come undone was pure bliss, and not only did it make her feel good it made him feel good as his hard covered cock pressed up against his cod piece.

"F-fuck..." he groaned softly, the speed of his fingering increasing.

What he would do to be inside her right now. Her begging for him to dump his balls in her, filling her with cum just to want to bust another one in her. Fucking her senseless, her grabbing his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin marking her as his, calling him baby, or sweetheart as he busted another load into her, forcing her to keep track of how many times he filled her with his seed.

"I-Im cumming!" She cried.

"M-me too." He groaned.

She cried out in pleasure as he followed, squirting on his fingers she meweled in pleasure, his thumb rubbing her clit as well as he came in his blacks and armor.

He pulled his hand out of her, licking his finger's clean as she stood in a daze, both with heavy breath.

"T-tech...please..." she begged, pulling at his armour.

He removed his armour as quick as possible, tossing it aside and out of the way, his blacks having a wet stain on them, if they hadn't gotten into the moment so quick he would of been ashamed getting off to pleasuring her not even having been touched, but he didn't give one fuck.

He had removed his bottom armor, and now was removing his top armor, and as he did she dropped down to her knees, seeing her dropped to her knees he quickly pulled off his chest peice which blocked his vision, tossing it to the side her watched her pull down his blacks down barely enough to release his cock and balls.She drolled at the sight of it, so cock and cum hungry, his cock dripped with his cum.

"Fuck yes..." she spoke softly, licking his tip and dragging her tounage along his shaft cleaning up his previous mess.

Tech groaned as he watched her deep throat him, just to pull out and lick her lips.

"Please mouth fuck me." She begged as he flustered.

"Whatever you want baby girl."

He grabbed her chin as she looked up at him with needy eyes, his tip pressing against her closed lips.

"Open."

She did as told and wide, he slipped in her mouth and down her throat as he bit his lip, a hand at the back of her head holding a wad of her hair, and started thrusting in her mouth, a groan at the back of her throat sent a vibration up Tech's cock and spine, he released a massive moan as his hips sped up.

"Baby girl...what a slut taking my cock like this...oh fuck."

Tech hit deep down her throat, attempting not to be so rough with her as he mouth fucked her.

He pulled out giving her a breather as he jacked himself off as she did, her panting heavily a hand in her own panties as she opened her mouth again for him to countie mouth fucking her, he happily slid back in her, balls deep in her mouth as he pulled groans from her throat only increasing his pleasure.

"Baby girl..." he muttered pulling out of her mouth as he painted her face with cum.

She was surprised none the less an eye closed to not get cum in it as she licked any that fell on her lips.

Usuing his thumb he cleaned her face, his seed dripping down his palm as Y/n grabbed his wrist licking his hand clean, and sucking his tumb clean.

A few fingers under her chin lifted her head up to look at him, her cheeks flustered with the idea of sex clouding her mind as she looked up at him in lust.

He couldn't help and returned the look, helping her stand up as he brought her into a passionate kiss.

Groaning into the kiss Tech held her hips.

"Maker what a pretty little thing..." he moaned into the kiss, Y/n's core throbbing to let another release out as Tech removed her panties.

He pulled away from her helping her remove the snruched up dress rolled up on her abdomen as she wiggled out of the tight ring of chlothing, then helping Tech with his black's pulling them off all the way.

Pushing him back, Tech pulled her along, he was sat on the toliet seat as Y/n pulling away from the kisses.

He leaned forward, kissing her stomach softly as Y/n chuckled her hand raking through his hair. He looked up at her as she kissed him, Y/n carefully lowering herself above as his hand held his cock as he helped her line his tip up with her folds.

Lowering herself onto him, his tip pushed in her as she bit her lip a hand braced on his shoulder The two groaning together, as she sat herself on his lap, his cock deep in her as she brought him into a sloppy kiss.

His hands with a tight hold on her, he kissed back, white filling his vision.

Her ontop riding him was the sexiest thing in his mind, and everytime she did it made him melt like putty, loose between her fingers as she controlled him.

Tech pulled away, groaning heavily, her hips raising up and down, he griping her thighs in pleasure.

"oh...maker..." he groaned, Y/n pulling him into another sloppy kiss, her walls squeezing tight around the base of his cock.

Tech pulled away causing to Y/n chuckle at him, his forehead resting on her shoulder as she countied to ride him, his breath heavy and needy as he moaned heavily, she leaning into his ear meweling his name, her finger nails gripping onto the back of his neck.

"You want me to cum on you? Hmm? Tell me slut."

"P-please..." he groaned, "please cum on me- Oh!-"

Tech watched as she rode him, bouncing up and down, throwing her hips occasionally. His nerves were putty, all of them seemily rewired to his cock.

His cock accidentally slipping out, just to readjust and sit herself back on it.

"M-maker...oh..." Tech meweled, drool running down his chin, his head rolled back along with his eyes.

How was someone so fucking good like this, her tight walls squeezing even harder around him earing a heavy groan.

"P-please cum..." he begged softly, "please cum on me!"

She gripped his shoulders slamming down on him a final time as she moaned squinting onto his cock as her walls uncontrollably tightened around him.

Tech released a mewel, Y/n having to force his head on her direction as he had let himself go, basking in her release.

Y/n kissed him passionately as Tech tried to bring himself from cloud 9. He kissed back, his hands on her hips both moaning into the kiss, Y/n pulled away, Tech whined as she lifted herself up and off his cock.

She chuckled kissing him, returning him back to earth, his cock still hard. He stood up following her, pushing her against the nearby wall as he lifted a leg up and to his hip.

"Tech..."

"I know baby girl me too..." he moaned as she kissed him, he kissing back and lining his cock up with her folds once more

"You wanna cum with me huh?" Tech spoke a hand braced on the wall besides her head as he slipped in her, pushing deep in her.

"T-tech-" she groaned.

"Fuck... still so fucking tight..."

Y/n bit her lip as Tech started thrusting into her, her head falling back as she groaned, her own hips taking partially over as she grinded on him with each thrust.

Tech groaned, his speed increaseing as he lifted her leg higher.

"Right there! Tech! Oh- Yes! Mhmmm-"

Tech contuined to fuck her senseless, and in no time she was begging to cum.

Demanding she keep it in he sped up his pace she whinning in pleasure as he groaned, feeling a final snap coming along.

"T-tech I- I can't- Please!"

"Oh Baby! Baby Im gonna cum."

"P-please!- fuc'mmmm..."

He kissed her passionately, filling her with cum she came on him, the two moaning into each others mouths as Tech held her close.

The pulled away for air as he carefully pulled out of her, dropping her leg as her knees gave in, he luckily catching her and pushing her up agaisnt the wall to keep her steady.

"I fuckin love you..." she told Tech, melted hearts and stars in her eyes as she held onto him, her cheeks flustered as he smiled weakly.

"I love you tok baby girl." He told her kissing her temple as she smiled her head resting on his shoulder.

Best Cantina Ever.

[tomurasprincess]

Kinktober Day 03: Watersports (Desperation)

Day 03: Watersports Title: Desperation Pairing: Shigaraki x Reader Word Count: 2k Warnings: Noncon, omorashi, watersports (both pissing AND being pissed on), humiliation, degradation (like, seriously A LOT), choking, yandere Note: I have reasonable friends who talked me out of the yellow water banner I was going to use because I am clearly a mature adult. But I will not be persuaded on my yellow dripping piss font.

Kinktober Masterlist

“Alright guys, I’ll be right back,” you tell your friends, having to raise your voice to be heard above the booming techno music of the club. “Gotta go to the bathroom.”

“I guess someone drank a bit too much,” your friend giggles a bit as she sways on her feet. Several people from your hero agency have all come to celebrate the successful capture of a villain you’ve all been pursuing for months, a member of the notorious League of Villains. Things got just a bit out of hand, and you’ve all had too much to drink.

You stand up, grabbing briefly onto the bar before you right yourself and head to the bathroom. The bathroom is hard to find, far away from the main dance floor, and in the time it takes you to find it, your need becomes much more urgent as all the alcohol catches up with you.

If you were less drunk and more alert, you would have already noticed the red eyed, blue haired man who has been watching you the whole night. But you’ve barely been paying attention to anything but drinking and dancing, and so nothing seems amiss as you enter the bathroom, being closely pursued by the man who finally sees the opportunity to get you alone.

It isn’t until you enter the women’s bathroom that you realize there’s a problem. The door abruptly closes behind you, lock clicking loudly through the close quarters of the room. You whirl around, just a bit unsteady on your feet and meet the eyes of the man blocking the door.

You recognize him immediately. After all, you’re a pro-hero, and he’s been in the news for multiple attacks as Japan’s most wanted criminal. The leader of the villain you just helped to capture and arrest

Although you’re in absolutely no shape to fight him off, you don’t intend to go down without at least trying. You stand up straight, waiting for him to rush you, preparing every muscle to spring into attack the second he moves. But even being prepared for an attack doesn’t do you any good. You’ve always heard how fast Shigaraki moves, but you’re still taken by surprise as he crosses the length of the bathroom so quickly that you can barely see him, pinning you roughly against the wall.

“Little hero, it’s really not smart to be this drunk, you know,” he snorts derisively. “Especially not as a hero who just captured one of my members.”

Shit, shit shit, you curse to yourself, he knows that you’re responsible. Although you knew it was a long shot, you were still hoping this was a chance meeting, a complete accident. But now you realize that Shigaraki has probably been stalking you for a while.

He sees the realization on your face and laughs at you. “Yeah, I know exactly who you are, hero,” he spits the word hero out like it’s a curse. “And I decided to follow you and teach you a bit of a lesson on what happens when you fuck with the League of Villains.”

And with that, he wraps a hand around your neck, pinky raised barely above your skin as he begins to tighten his grip. You grab at his wrist as you try to pry him away, but it’s no use. You’re too drunk and he’s too strong, and you accomplish nothing but beating your fists uselessly against his arm.

Just when you’re beginning to see stars, about to pass out from the lack of oxygen, he releases you. You take gulping gasps of air as you steady yourself against the wall, hand flying up to touch your neck gently. You wince a bit at the burning sensation where his fingers dug deep into your skin and left marks.

Your eyes snap to his in confusion as to why he let you go, and you ask the question you’re afraid to know the answer to. “Are you - going to kill me?” You try to sound more confident, like the hero that you are. But you fall short, and Shigaraki smirks at your worried tone.

“No, I don’t think so,” he murmurs as his eyes roam down your body with a look of pure lust. “I’ve thought of something so much better than that.”

You instantly try to make a break for it while he’s not holding you in place, but he simply uses his hips to shove you back, grinding what is a quickly hardening erection against you before he pulls you in for a heated kiss. The kiss is more of a battle of dominance than anything else, one that you quickly lose as he overpowers you. His hand tangles into your hair, pulling you closer as he uses teeth to bite into your lip while his hand runs down your body. He grabs your dress in one hand, all five fingers touching the material, and you let out a sharp gasp as you watch the fabric turn into ash, leaving you in nothing but a bra.

“No panties? Fucking hero slut, were you expecting to get some cock tonight?

You shake your head back and forth, your confidence as a hero quickly failing you with every single thing this villain does and says. “N-no, of course not,” you stumble over your words. “I just -”

“Just what? Just wanted to show this pretty little pussy off to everyone?” He reaches down to cup you between your legs, finger dipping down below your slit to gently graze his finger over your clit. You buck a bit, trying to get out of his grasp, but he forces you roughly back against the wall. “Because I certainly saw it when you were sitting at that bar, presenting yourself to every person who walked through like a bitch in heat.”

Your bra is the next to go as he decays it like he did your dress. You feel the burning rush of shame as you stand completely naked in front of him.

You’re trembling now, both from his words and the fact that he’s continuing to graze your clit every so often, enough that you feel a brief stab of pleasure but not enough for anything else. You keep shaking your head, unable to find the words to refute his statements.

“Just admit it, hero,” he murmurs almost gently into your ear, “you wanted something like this to happen.”

“I - no, please stop, I don’t want this,” you plead, but you know that it’s not going to stop him from doing what he wants to you.

His finger goes slightly lower to slide into your entrance, curling up to hit a sensitive spot on your inner walls. You can’t contain the moan that slips out, pussy involuntarily clenching down around his finger.

“Shit, you’re fucking soaked and I haven’t even done anything to you. You really are a bitch in heat, aren’t you?”

He begins to aim for the spot that had you moaning, and once he finds it again, he doesn’t relent. You try to grab his hand and pull him away, but he grabs your wrist and slams it against the cold wall, causing you to whimper at the pain shooting out. It was then that you realized something horrible.

You still have to pee, and every movement he makes inside of you only causes it to get stronger. You begin to writhe even harder, crossing your legs as tightly as you can as you desperately try to hold it.

“What’s the matter, hero?” He mocks you in a cruel tone. “You’ve been drinking a lot tonight, and I bet you’re starting to feel it.”

“No no, please, please just let me go,” you whimper as you clamp your inner muscles down, squirming away to try and relieve the pressure.

But in your distraction, Shigaraki has unzipped his pants, and he forces you to bend over the counter as he strokes his cock in one hand. Your nipples are pressed against the cold surface, causing them to quickly harden as you shiver from the cold.

Something thick and hard prods against your entrance, and you try to brace yourself for what you know is about to happen.

It’s not as if there’s a damned thing you can do about it.

When he begins to push inside, a groan tears from both of your throats as he slides in inch by inch. You’re embarrassed to realize that he was right when he said how wet you are, as there’s not even any pain as his thick cock bottoms out inside of you.

The desperate need to pee is even more intense now, causing tears to run down your face as you throw away what little pride you have left.

“Please, I have to -” you trail off, too embarrassed to finish your sentence.

“Have to what? I can’t help if you won’t tell me,” his malicious tone contrasting with the soft words.

I have to pee,” you whimper pathetically, “please let me pee.”

“Then go,” he chuckles darkly, “I’m not stopping you. In fact -”

He reaches around to press down on your bladder, causing you to squeal as a small trickle of pee dribbles out. “I’ll even help you. Aren’t I so nice, hero?”

He begins to pound into your pussy, pushing down on your bladder in time with every thrust. Your crying does nothing but encourage him to go faster and press down even harder on your stomach.

Finally, you can’t hold it anymore, and you let out a choked sob as your bladder releases, hot piss running down your legs and drenching Shigaraki’s pants. He lets out a low groan at you pissing all over his cock, reaching down into the stream to get his hand wet.

He begins to increase his pace, reaching down with the hand covered in your own urine to rub tight circles against your clit.

He grabs your hair, keeping one finger far away as he forces your back to arch and stare into the mirror at yourself.

“See how ruined you look?” He growls as he makes you look into the mirror at yourself. Your makeup is smeared from your crying, eyeliner running down your face. Your hair is an absolute mess, and there’s a four fingered handprint around your neck where he choked you.

“Please please please, don’t, I don’t want this, please,” you babble the words almost incoherently as his fingers grind hard against your swollen bead, cock continuing to hit your g spot with every thrust.

The pleasure finally overwhelms you and you cum with a strangled wail, pussy fluttering wildly around his cock. Your orgasm sends him over the edge, barely able to pull out of you before he’s shooting ropes of cum against your back. He strokes himself through his orgasm, milking his cock out all over your skin.

“Aww, it’s okay, hero,” he coos maliciously at you, “don’t you feel better now?”

His gaze turns contemplative as he seems to think of something, his eyes lighting up with amusement. “You know, since I helped you, don’t you think you should help me?”

You’re too out of it to realize what he means until you feel hot liquid splashing against your back. You meet his eyes in horror, only for him to smirk at you. “It’s only fair, isn’t it?”

He grabs you and flips you to your front as he also covers your tits, waiting until he’s completely finished before he tucks his cock back into his pants.

You have never felt as humiliated as you do right now, bent over a bathroom counter by a villain, shivering and covered in piss and cum. Your look of utter defeat causes Shigaraki to laugh.

“This is what you get when a pathetic level 1 hero goes against someone like me,” he sneers at you as he begins to walk to the door. “If you decide to try something like that again, I’ll just have to come back for you.”

He gives a dark chuckle as he glances back at you one last time.

“Or maybe I will anyway.”

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[astrella-writes]

prompt | @ssoftlydreaming​ asked: nfjsja ok from sweet home can you do lee eun-hyeok and basically he has to decide if he should risk the danger of everyone in the apartment complex or save reader who is outside and struggling to survive.

warnings | female pronouns, angst, spoilers for episode one of the netflix adaptation of sweet home, if you haven’t watched episode one complete then this won’t make much sense, panic attacks, the general horror of sweet home, eun-hyuk being a logical pain in the ass, somewhat of an open-ending.

word count | 1.7K

author’s note | i hope this satisfies your masochistic desires! i’m honestly so happy to have angst as my first request, and that isn’t sarcasm at all.

The sound of his descending footsteps echoing throughout the concrete stairwell became background noise to Eun-Hyuk as he stared at the unanswered messages he had sent you well over an hour ago. This was strange behavior coming from you, considering you usually responded back within minutes. Not wanting to jump to conclusions, he tried to think of a logical explanation to calm his increasing worries. Perhaps your phone died on your walk home, or you had to work over-time without a chance to inform him.

He was certain some minor inconvenience caused your abrupt absence, although he couldn’t shake off the unnerving feeling settling like a burden of tense muscles upon his shoulders. Realizing there wasn’t much more he could do, especially since all the calls he gave you went straight to voice mail, he decided to wait patiently for a reply from you and try to keep his thoughts clear during the meantime.

Eun-Hyuk stuffed his phone into his pocket as he finally reached the half-open double doors that led out onto the first floor, his ears immediately picking up on the commotion before he looked over at the front entrance that was blocked by the shutters. A group of people stood dispersed nearby, talking amongst themselves and watching one resident in particular as he tried tugging on the metal bracing that barely budged. The man sighed, dropping his arm and admitting defeat as he walked away from the shutters, mumbling to himself.

‘First the elevators aren’t working, and now this?’ he thought to himself, unimpressed with the current situation, especially since he had work that night. He wasn’t the only one annoyed by the circumstances as the surrounding people openly expressed their vexation. Although, unlike most of them, he remained calm and simply observed the scene with his hands in his pockets. Multiple residents spoke loud enough for him to catch on to the fact that the security guard was missing, which made little sense considering this was an issue for him to resolve.

“Excuse me?” a feminine voice sounded from behind him, causing him to turn around and look at the woman. “Do you have any service on your cell?” Despite having just been on his phone, Eun-Hyuk was so preoccupied with his thoughts regarding your whereabouts that he didn’t notice the minor detail of whether he had any service.

Pulling out his phone and unlocking it, he immediately dialed your number, taking the possibility to hopefully connect with you and find out where you were. When his ear met with a high-pitched ringing, Eun-Hyuk lowered the phone, lost in thought for a second before looking at the woman.

“I guess not,” he said, watching as her face dropped in disappointment and she turned to walk away, but he stopped her with a question. “What’s going on here?” 

The woman hesitated, wondering if anything was even worth sharing considering she would give him more questions than answers. She went on to explain how every main exit had been closed up, locking everyone inside. Although she speculated someone was behind this, she had no idea who it was and for what purpose it was done. 

The explanation caused Eun-Hyuk to swallow thickly before turning his gaze towards the concealed entrance. He stared for a moment, silently wishing for your safety.

                                                          ―――

A shrill ringing penetrated your ear, causing you to jerk your head away from your phone and hang up on your attempt at calling Eun-Hyuk. With a frustrated cry, you threw your cellphone upon the ground, hearing the shattering of the screen as it smacked face-first against the concrete.

On the verge of tears, you made yourself as small as possible in the alleyway's corner, pulling your knees up to your chest as you rested your forehead on top of them. Your breathing grew increasingly more labored as the sensation of dread and pure hopelessness consumed your mind.

Eun-Hyuk’s words repeated in your head during times like this, when you were at risk of having a panic attack. Stay still. Take slow breaths. Think of something nice.

You squeezed your eyes shut, allowing the gathering tears to flow freely down your cheeks as they gathered at the tip of your chin. Forcing yourself to take in deep breaths, your trembling body gradually stilled. Eventually, your thoughts morphed as you focused on your breathing, rather than the surrounding chaos.

Think of something nice.

Eun-Hyuk’s face filled your mind, the sight prompting a ghost of a smile. You recalled your first meeting which occurred almost a year ago, when you had just moved into Green Roof Apartments. Someone had suddenly removed the towering stack of boxes you were carrying from your hold, and just as you were about to thank the person for helping, you realized you recognized him.

It turns out that you both used to attend the same high school, although you weren’t in the same class, your friend group interacted with his friend group quite a lot. Seeing his face brought back all those times at lunch when you would sneakily try to steal glances at him without your friends noticing. They noticed, of course, and teased you relentlessly about your crush but they were nonetheless supportive. They even proposed setting you two up on a date, because a ‘little birdie’ told them he had been crushing on you too.

Unfortunately, you were in such denial that someone as handsome as him had feelings for you, and rejected the offer. He was simply unobtainable, the extent of your relationship never surpassing polite greetings and friendly smiles until you both graduated and never saw each other again. Or at least, that’s what you assumed would happen.

It seemed fate gave you two another chance, unsatisfied with your prior silent pining and not acting upon anything. Considering you both matured immensely, talking came easy, and it wasn’t long before a much deeper connection began blossoming between the both of you.

His sister reacted indifferently when she walked out into the hallway one day, only to witness the both of you moving suspiciously away from each other, as if trying to conceal something. She caught on immediately, especially since her brother had been mentioning you quite often.

“Seriously? He’s the best you can do?” She scoffed, eyeing her brother disapprovingly before pushing between the both of you and walking off. You stared at her retreating figure in shock, oblivious to the smile on Eun-Yoo’s face as she disappeared down the stairs.

Once his sister found out, Eun-Hyuk became increasingly more open in terms of your relationship. And eventually, after a long week of his sister degrading him for not moving to the next step, he asked you to be his girlfriend. It wasn’t the most romantic of set-up’s; he had knocked on your door and asked you so casually that you wondered if he was joking.

When he assured you he wasn’t, you almost knocked him off his feet from the abrupt hug you gave him, accepting his simple proposal.

The memory faded, and the realization hit you like a truck. Eun-Hyuk was waiting for you, and you couldn’t give up on him. Taking a deep breath, you got up from the ground, trying not to focus on the screams and sounds of destruction in the distance as you lightly jogged towards the entrance of the alleyway. You peered behind the wall and looked both ways. The coast was clear; it was now or never.

                                                           ―――

You raced around the corner, narrowly dodging the attention of a nearby monster as its head popped up from one of the many dumpsters lining the brick wall of Green Roof Apartments, the location you had been trying to reach from when this all started.

The sound of metal creaking, which you quickly recognized to be the shutters descending, urged your aching legs to run faster as the darkness before you faded the closer you got to the entrance. That’s when you noticed Eun-Hyuk struggling to keep the shutters open as a distraught woman crawled towards him. He reached out a hand towards her, just as he looked up and made eye contact with you. His eyes widened at the sight, although bloodied and bruised, you were very much alive. You smiled at him, relieved, feeling safe already.

That was until you heard a rustling coming from your right, along with animalistic groans, as if something was just stirring back to life after being immobilized and ready to lash out again. A flurry of panicked voices came from the lobby of the apartment, everyone watching in horror as the hunched-over silhouette of the monster with a snake-like tongue began recovering to its full height.

Luckily for you, the monster disregarded your presence as it ambled towards the entrance. You stood frozen in fear as the shadow of its body passed over you, the sound of its languid steps lulling you into a trance as your body trembled lightly. 

It was perceptible that trying to run past it would end in your demise, leaving you stuck on what to do. Your pleading eyes drifted towards Eun-Hyuk, hoping he would come up with a plan to distract the monster long enough so you could make a break for the gap underneath the shutters he had been holding open - a perfect enough size for you to slide under.

He stared you dead in the eyes as he dropped the shutters; the metal clanging loudly against the tiled floor. You blanched, staring back at him in disbelief. A semblance of guilt took over his features, and you shook your head in denial. 

Your eyes stung with tears, and you wondered whether to cry and beg for him to help you or keep the remaining bit of dignity you had left. The monster suddenly shot its tongue within the gaps of the barred metal and Eun-Hyuk disappeared from sight as he dodged; the trance you were in instantly dissipating as you came to terms with the situation.

He left you to fend for yourself, surrounded by a horde of monsters. You weren’t sure whether to give up or keep going, considering nothing seemed worth fighting for at the moment. 

Did he regret it? Of course. Would he do it again? Without question. Eun-Hyuk would sacrifice anyone to keep his sister safe, even you, and even himself.

[s0ulm8s]

boys like you (1.0)

✿ summary : alone and left in a mansion with nothing but your canvases and the dust slowly collecting on the window sills - a commission and a call from a childhood friend completely changes your life.

✿ genre : ot7 x f!reader, poly au, hybrid au, soulmate au, deer!seokjin, black panther!yoongi, great dane!hoseok, wolf!namjoon, calico cat!jimin, tiger!taehyung, bunny!jungkook

✿ warnings : mentions of death, maybe some mentions of assault, some fluff, reader is described as small (i.e smaller than jimin), slight age gap (reader is younger than jungkook)

✿ word count : 2.2K

✿ author’s note : i am inexperienced in hybrid aus, smut, and series so pls bare with me (not proofread yet)

✿ series masterlist! | 2.0

making yourself buckle down and work on the piece in front of you had proven to be more of a task than you had originally anticipated. the wide expanse of blank canvas you had stretched yourself 3 weeks ago, mocked you from the the sun room. it was only four days before you had to deliver your piece that you had really forced yourself to pick up a paint brush and do something useful.

the endless days spent alone in the vast building you now called home was doing a number on your psyche. the sheer loneliness seemed to eat away at not only your sanity but aided to your artist’s block - it was truly a gruesome cycle. locked away in an beautiful estate that you never asked for.

not only that, but working from home and having an all but nonexistent social life in a country you only permanently moved to a year prior was a fate worse than you had imagined.

you huffed, finally setting your small brush down on the easel, stepping back to assess your final draft. despite being so unmotivated and plum out of ideas, you were still proud of what you created - you had promised yourself long ago that you’d never sell a piece you abhorred, and you’d remained true to that promise thus far.

a blaring ring ripped you out of your critical trance trained on the landscape in front of you, startling you as your heartbeat quickened in pace.

“hello?” you answered, soft voice flowing through the other end as you anticipated the response from the unknown caller.

“yah! y/n! is that you?” the voice that responded was loud and excited, the baritone of it something you could never forget. a staple soundtrack from the summers you spent with your father in south korea.

“mingi? how’d you get my number?” you asked, a genuine smile flooding your face at the sound of his familiar laugh on the other end. 

of course, the two of you had stayed in brief contact since meeting as children. but as you grew, you saw less of each other. three years ago he and his boyfriend, yunho, had successfully started their own rehabilitation and adoption center for hybrids. the first year was hard, but the business quickly gained popularity and as the creator - he’d been exceptionally busy since her permanent move to south korea. they had two permanent doctors on staff, kim hongjoong and park seonghwa, along with a 24 hour staff. the workers were really exceptional, but you had only ever met their core group when the business first started. which included: choi san, jung wooyoung, choi jongho, kang yeosang, the two doctors, and of course the two owners.

“you were commissioned by a friend of mine! which is actually why i wanted to reach out.” he answered happily as your breathing evened and heartbeat finally settled.

“it’s good to hear from you, really. what can i do for you?” you asked sweetly, and mingi only briefly thought about teasing you for your soft tone and giving nature.

“would you be able to come to the adoption wing today? i’m working here all day as we’ve some new hybrids ready to find a new home. maybe in about an hour? you could join me on my rounds and we could talk. i’d like to see you, anyways. i’ve missed you.” mingi spoke professionally, but his admission made tears prick at your eyes. he almost sounded like the sixteen year old boy who had stolen your first kiss when visiting your father that summer and the memory of when things were simpler stung in your chest. your cheeks flushed. mingi smiled at your silence, knowing he had flustered his best childhood friend. you narrowed your eyes briefly, as he had tried to convince you many times in the past to adopt a hybrid of your own - but you had declined, not entirely convinced that you could provide an exceptional life for another being. because even though your knowledge on hybrids wasn't nearly as advanced as mingi’s, you still knew the basics. they weren't just animals, they were human. and there was no guarantee there. there never was with humans. you hesitate.

“y-yes. i can come by, i’ve just got to swing by and deliver my painting beforehand.” you answered as you both agreed on the meeting the time. “oh, and mingi? i’ve missed you, too.” you said genuinely as he broke into a toothy smile. it had been ages since he’d seen you, and though he knew he could blame it on his work - he didn’t know how to face you after the death of your father. he couldn’t bring himself to be there for you, to see you so broken, and he had blamed himself for that everyday. it was a relief to hear you say it. you had always been so forgiving, sometimes to a fault.

after bidding your goodbyes to the tall boy on the other side of the phone, you quickly changed clothes into something not completely ruined by the muted pigments of your paint, loaded up in your small suv, and you were off.

the delivery of your piece went smoothly, no heckling or disapproving gazes from the wealthy couple, which made your trip to TWILIGHT that much faster. you pushed open the double doors connected to the building in the right wing, clearly labeled ADOPTION. 

the smell of roses and lavender was strong in the reception area, the scent was welcoming and calming as you walked up to the front desk. 

“y/n!” the dark haired boy behind the computer called, finally rolling away from behind the screen. kang yeosang. “it’s so good to see you!” he exclaimed, eyes scanning your face as he made his way around the counter and pulled you into a soft embrace.

“likewise, yeo! it’s been a while hasn't it?” you ask rhetorically as you stare up at his daunting height.

“mmm” he hummed with a nod, releasing you. “i'll let mingi know you’re here.” he called, returning to his place behind the sleek desk, paging mingi, and then proceeding to catch up with you.

the small conversation didn’t last long before a pair of heavy footsteps drug your gaze to the wide staircase, mingi barreling down them.

you braced yourself as the giant scooped you up into a bone crushing embrace, spinning your small frame around in a circle as he let out a happy laugh. your arms snaked around the man’s neck to secure your place and return the hug.

you giggled happily as mingi finally set you down in your original place, looking down at you excitedly. had he gotten taller? impossible. maybe you had shrunk?

after an exchange of excited greetings, mingi gestured to his clipboard before finally asking, “you ready?”

you nodded softly and followed close behind as he guided you down the halls of the adoption center. he gave you the rundown of their center, showing you the wide expanse of spotless rooms sealed in by plexiglass to show the hybrids ready to be rescued. he explained that most hybrids were separated by predator, prey, species, breed, etc. but many were grouped together with their respective packs. the rooms were quite lavish, but not very homey. but what could you expect from an adoption clinic? the point was to find homes.

you passed many show exhibits, watching intently at the small dogs or tall humans sitting in the rooms patiently, playing with one another or napping quietly. you cooed at a few.

“so i asked to see you because i’d love to have your art displayed in our business.” he propositioned, leading you into an empty room as the automatic doors opened and shut behind you. you nodded, heart lurching a bit as you recalled your artist’s block. you shook the thought away as you observed the room. it was large, littered with scattered pieces of nice furniture and random toys. “ideally, i’d love to have your pieces throughout the whole establishment but this is my main concern.” he finished, gesturing to the empty space on the large wall, the one you’re faced with when first entering.

“are you wanting a mural?” you ask, voice now stable and a bit louder. 

“i'd like the piece to cover the majority of the wall, but i’d rather have it on canvas if that’s doable. in case it needs to be moved.” he explained as you nodded, taking in rough measurements of the space as mingi explained his vision for the space - effectively helping you circulate a few ideas on what you could create. you accepted his offer as he discussed payment and supplies with you, adding in an extra cost at the large measurement of the canvas you’d need custom made.

the air in the room grew a bit thick at the sound of a small beep, alerting the two of you to another door opening. your skin was now a bit hot and you suddenly became very aware of your surroundings. your fingers tingled a bit. usually a foreign feeling such as the one you were experiencing would send you into a panic, but it didn’t. if anything you felt quite calm as you looked on inquisitively at the distant thump coming toward the two of you.

“ah, it’s look like some of our hybrids are finished with their check ups.” mingi announced as you nodded lazily. he turned to you. “we usually send them into the lounge area for about an hour after routine check ups. helps them calm down.”

suddenly, you could pay no mind to mingi’s words as a black bunny rounded the corner, back foot slapping the tile exceptionally hard every so often as you smiled down at the creature happily. it stopped in it’s tracks as it’s gaze landed upon you, rearing up on it’s back legs, and tilting it’s head innocently as it examined you. 

you knelt down to greet him, the bunny immediately approaching you and sniffing your hand before accepting you and nuzzling into you closer. mingi was taken aback as he observed the usually reserved and nervous rabbit.

“hello.” you cooed, stroking the bunny effortlessly, careful to avoid his ears and tail, briefly recalling how sensitive they could be. “what’s your name?” you asked as mingi coughed.

“this is jeongguk, he’s one of our younger hyrbrids. the youngest in his pack.” he told you as you picked the bunny up and set him into your small lap. mingi almost gasped at the interaction between you and the rabbit as you pet him happily.

your trance was interrupted at the light purr and brush of a small calico next to you. you instinctively reach out to pet him, as he rubbed into your hand. “and who might you be?”

“this is jimin, the two are in a pack.” mingi attempted to explain, trying to understand the absence of jimin’s usually protective behavior and unable to tell you the full story before you asked him something he was not expecting.

“and they’re ready to be adopted?” you asked softly, not even looking up at mingi as he stuttered. the idea of adopting a hybrid didn’t seem so far-fetched now at how taken you were with the two animals in your lap. you could handle the bunny and cat, without a doubt.

“y-yes but we only adopt out entire packs together and -”

“of course, i wouldn’t dream of separating them. is there anyway i could meet them properly, as soon as i possible i think -” you interrupt. starting to gush a bit, voice hushed and excitable.

mingi cut you off, “no, y/n. you aren’t listening. they aren’t just a pack of two.” he sighed, as your gaze finally met his. “in fact they aren’t just bunny and calico, they’re pack also includes that of a wolf, black panther, deer, great dane, and tiger... their pack has been hard to adopt out as it’s so rare for such a large mix of predators and prey... but they found each other and experienced a lot together... it was only inevitable. and we can’t separate them, we refuse to. and they won’t leave one another.” he finally finished explaining as your expression fell. you let out a breath. seven hybrids. all male. and three apex predators, at that. the thought of suddenly thrusting seven knew faces - seven new men - into your home was intimidating to say the least.

you looked down at the two animals in your lap, the bunny almost looked cresfallen. gauging your reaction as his big brown eyes stared at you expectantly. as if he knew you’d reject him. mingi continued rambling on about how many adopters had expressed interest in at least one of the pack but were never willing to bring in all seven. it hurt your heart as you watched on the bunny and calico.

the estate your father had left you was empty, though. begging to be occupied. you had more than enough room and were blessed with an untouched inheritance. maybe this is what you should use it for. you had always felt too guilty to spend it. but nothing seemed more right, which was a shocking realization to someone who never thought they’d adobt a hybrid.

“could i meet them? the seven of them? i’d at least want to give them a chance... truthfully, i dont think i can leave them behind.” you admitted softly, the bunny and cat both perked up, ears raised and twitching.

“of course. i can arrange a meeting and speak with them tonight... i’ll gather their files for you to take home tonight. can you make it back in again tomorrow?” mingi asked after a deafening pause of hesitation, mouth hanging agape before coming back into reality.

“i’ll be here.”