#it's been a long time since i actively watched the show so it slipped past me

[iovetecchou]

That Funny Feeling ⧸ Dazai Osamu

༞ Contains...! !TW! this fic contains heavy topics such as: suicide, depression, anxiety, and self-deprecating thoughts. hurt/comfort type beat, hugging, gentle touches, hand holding, swearing, suggestive implications but NOTHING actually happened! kunikida is just silly, dazai really is a sweetheart in this ):

༞ GN Reader.

༞ 2,494 words.

a/n: if you have struggled with your own mental health past or present, just know that you are not alone. i love you and am so proud of you for still being here and pushing through each day, no matter how difficult that can be. never be afraid to rely on someone close to you when things become too much to bear, you are worthy of living and deserve to be loved.

Some people just aren't cut out for life. We are all dealt a hand, some cards interchangeable. But for the most part, they mold us; and make us who we are. They map out the rest of our lives. So what are you supposed to do when all the cards you've been handed don't play in your favor?

Even the interchangeable cards; you discard them only to pick up more rotten ones. Your judgment is poor, and your decision-making only gets you stuck between a rock and a hard place. 

You envy the people who were gifted better cards. People who were not condemned from the start. Those are the people who make something out of their lives, the ones who are deserving of taking up space.

You know this sounds self-deprecating, and yeah, it is. But to you, it's also logic. You think that's why you dislike Dazai Osamu.

When he talks so freely about death, his desire for a perfect suicide. It makes your stomach turn, not for obvious reasons, but for selfish ones. He plays off his pain as a joke so no one thinks twice about it when he asks a pretty stranger to "commit a double suicide" with him.

You try so hard to conceal your suicidal thoughts, hiding your depression behind a pretty mask. Showing up to work each day with a smile on your face and a "can do!" attitude. 

You and Dazai really are the same in that aspect, masking your pain so it's less noticeable to others around you. 

Your abdomen twists into knots when he talks so freely about suicide because it causes your mind to wander and your mask to slip. Dazai always seems to pick up on that slight change in you when it happens, too. His chestnut eyes bore holes into your profile from where he sits beside you. You can feel his eyes on you as you try to smile brighter, putting on a chipper face as Kenji updates you on how the cows on his farm are doing.

You hate it. It feels like he's reading your mind; retaining all your deepest darkest secrets. Does your face really give you away so easily? No... It can't be that. You've been working at the Detective Agency for a long while now, and since then, no one else has ever assumed something was wrong with you. 

If they only knew how pitiful your life really was. As much as you love all your colleagues at the Agency, you hate working. Waking up is exhausting, and you dread the repetitive daily routines you're forced to accomplish. On your off days, you sit at home alone- by choice. Interacting with others is draining, and when you're urged to participate in social activities, the anticipation and anxiety eat away at you until the day finally comes. 

Much like today, the day you've been letting eat away at you since the mention of a work party was brought to your attention. You practiced different smiles and laughs in the mirror, shaking your head and trying again when your "act" seemed too unnatural. You probably changed your outfit ten times before ultimately deciding on the same old thing you usually wore. 

Your hands were coated in perspiration as you balled your fingers, making a fist. You took in a shaky breath as you brought yourself to finally knock on Chief Fukuzawa's door. He welcomed you with a tight-lipped smile and a nod of his head, stepping aside to let you through. Immediately, you felt his eyes on you. Dazai watched your little performance as you greeted everyone, and when it was finally his turn to watch your act up close and personal- you froze. 

His eyes were too intimidating. You felt exposed in front of him. It irked you that he had such an effect on you. Why was it so easy to pretend with everyone else but him?

"Aww, where's my greeting?" Dazai smirked devilishly at you, raising his eyebrows slightly as he leaned in close. All-encompassing, invading your personal space. 

You remained quiet. You were on the outside looking in, screaming to yourself to say something- anything. Your gaze shifted to the floor as your hands came up to bunch up the hem of your shirt, rolling it between your fingers; an attempt to self-soothe. 

"I..."

"Oi! Stop teasing them, Dazai," Yosano shouted from the kitchen, plum-colored eyes still fixated on the fizzy concoction she began making for herself.

The sound of Yosano's strong voice ripped you from your stupor. Your head shot up, only to notice Dazai was still gazing at you- studying you. 

"I would do no such thing! I'm hurt that you think so low of me, Yosano!" Dazai's intense gaze finally eased up on you as he whipped his head around to face Yosano. The tall brunette man clutched a hand over his heart in feigned affliction. 

You took that as your opening to slip away, excusing yourself to the restroom. You hardly noticed the way Dazai's attention was drawn back to you at the sound of your hurried footsteps. "Hey- wait up!" 

You quickly pulled the bathroom door shut behind you. You could hardly look at yourself in the mirror, too ashamed of yourself for freezing up back there. The cool tile floor welcomed you as you sunk, curling into yourself. You hugged your knees as they drew closely into your chest. You could feel your rapid heartbeat in your throat, anxiety rising by the second.

"You know, I wouldn't be sitting on the floor if I were you. Let's get you up." Nothing registered until you felt firm hands grasp your biceps. A strong force drawing you up to rely upon your shaky legs. 

"Why- what are you..?" Your sentence fell off. You weren't entirely sure what you were trying to ask. Your mind was too convoluted with disappointment; shame for yourself. 

"The door was unlocked so I figured I'd let myself in! You weren't looking too hot out there, and I wanted to check up on you." Dazai's warm hands still cradled your biceps, untrusting the support your trembling legs half-heartedly gave you in your current state. 

"I'm fine," You chuckled out of nervousness before continuing, "I'll be out in a minute, so you can just go." You could tell by how Dazai looked at you that he didn't buy your lie, not even for a second. 

He let out a deep sigh, large palms moving up to your shoulders before he blurted out, "Stop, just- just stop. You're not fooling me, so quit it with the peachy-keen act. Why do you insist on hiding behind a facade?"

"Why do you?!" You shouted back. You brought your hands up to swat his hands off your shoulders. The shift between distress and rage made your legs feel more grounded. 

Dazai gaped at you for a moment. He genuinely looked taken aback before his face shifted into a tepid expression. He let his arms settle against his sides, his demeanor appearing more taut than usual.

"This isn't about me. Stop deflecting." His voice was eerily calm, making you feel unsettled. Seeing a more serious side to Dazai was far and few between for you. 

"But it is! I hate you... I hate you so much. You- you..." Your vision began to blur as tears spilled past your lashline and down your sullen cheeks. How embarrassing, you thought. Crying in front of the man that made your stomach turn. 

Dazai brought his hand up to your cheek, brushing away the onslaught of tears with the pad of his thumb. "I believe that hatred is displaced. You just don't want to acknowledge that."

Your eyebrows scrunched up in confusion as you drew your hand to grasp his wrist. You tugged with all your might to pull him from your cheek, but no give. Dazai stubbornly kept his large palm on your face. The warmth from his hand seared your skin. It was neither comforting nor unpleasant. Just... unfamiliar.

"You're wrong, I hate you-"

"No, you hate that you see yourself in me."

Your hand fell from his wrist. He was right, and deep down, you knew that. But you refused to admit it. It was shameful. You liked to hate Dazai because it took attention away from the real problem at hand, yourself. 

Dazai let out a sigh as he continued to wipe away your tears. "Tell me to stop if you hate it, but I'm going to hug you now." Before you could process, Dazai embraced you. His hand that was caressing your face only moments ago now cradled your neck. His other arm wrapped around your frame, enveloping you.

"I understand your pain well... I can see myself in you too. But I don't despise you, you know. I actually... worry for you. You try so hard to pretend that everything is fine. It must be exhausting."

It felt like your heart was being squeezed, as if your ribcage was collapsing in on itself. His words shot right through you, as did the guilt. You had been so unfair toward Dazai up until now. Using your displaced disdain for him as a distraction because you were too much of a coward to hold yourself accountable.

It ached so much to come to terms with. Your arms felt heavy as you pulled them up to wrap around Dazai's lanky frame. You quietly sobbed into his chest, grasping your hands into the back of his shirt desperately; as a small child would cling to their mother. 

Dazai hummed softly into your hair, welcoming the silence with open arms; as he did you. You were sure all your colleagues were wondering why Dazai and yourself had been in the restroom for so long, but you hardly cared at this very moment. 

For the first time, in a long time, you felt seen. Like you didn't need to hide when Dazai was in your presence... because even if you did- he would know. Being vulnerable felt similar to what you imagined walking a tightrope hung across two tall skyscrapers entailed. So, to say you were apprehensive about this was an understatement. 

However, in the same breath, it felt freeing. It took a little bit of weight off your shoulders to share your burdens with another person. But never in a million years did you think the person who brought you solace would end up being Dazai Osamu. 

"I'm sorry, Dazai- I'm so fucking sorry. I-"

"It's okay. Believe me, I treated people a lot worse than this from my own displaced hatred," Dazai interrupted. Caressing your hair softly, hyperaware of the wet feeling seeping through his shirt and smearing over his skin from your tears before he continued, 

"Just... just promise me you'll talk to me if it ever becomes too unbearable to handle on your own. I know how it sounds coming from me, I'm a hypocrite- huh? But trust me when I tell you… you are deserving of this thing we call living. Even if you can't see it yourself, I can... and I will remind you of that fact until I'm blue in the face if I have to." 

You pulled back from Dazai's chest as you sniffled, eyes scanning his stoic face. He smiled at you softly, rubbing up and down the sides of your arms in a comforting way. "There you are. I was beginning to think you cried your face off!" You chuckled at his dumb quip, letting your fingers untangle from the cloth adorning Dazai's back.

"Well, this is embarrassing... and I'm sure at this point all the others think were up to no good in here." It was Dazai's turn to laugh as his hands drifted lower, grasping yours softly. Your fingers intertwined as a lopsided grin painted your face.

"So let 'em! Who cares? The only thing that matters is that your heart is beating and you're here. Still standing in front of me." Your smile dropped slightly, the urge to cry bubbling back up, making your throat tighten.

"Dazai," You tightly squeezed his hands within your grasp. Scared that if you loosened your grip for even a second, this moment would be gone before you could say everything you needed to. "I'm really glad you're still here, too."

Dazai closed his eyes for a moment, his smile wavering. "There's so much pain in the world... sometimes it's hard not to notice it. I couldn't shut it out every time I felt your distress. That's why I kept a close eye on you all this time. I'm not just some creep with a staring problem,"

You both laughed at that sentiment before he continued, "I know with each day those painful thoughts are waiting for you. But it's not only that, there's also possibilities. Possibilities you can only discover as long as you're alive."

Your hands still clutched his with great force. His words caused you to cry once more as Dazai's eyes softened. He quietly cooed at you, whispering "don't cry," so gently, it was almost inaudible.  

"Dazai... I hope you know the same can be said for you, and your life," You paused, trying to swallow that lump in your throat before you continued. "I... want to help you- help you live. I know it doesn't mean much coming from me, but as long as you're still here I will do whatever I can to help you. I swear it."

Your tear-filled eyes bored into his chestnut ones. Desperately hoping your words got through to him. Dazai inhaled a shaky breath, eyebrows raising slightly. His lips curved into a tight-lipped smile before he let out a small chuckle. "You're really something else, you know that? Not even ten minutes ago you were shouting about how much you hate me. Now we're best buds... how cute!"

You knew he was deflecting, you guessed being vulnerable was just as daunting to him as it was for you. Before you could say anything more, the door flung open. Both Dazai and yourself whipped your heads in the direction of Kunikida shouting. 

"Dazai! Just what do you think you're doing- wait a damn minute! What did you do to Y/N to make them cry?! Get away from them this instant you damn pervert!"

Kunikida gripped Dazai by the collar, dragging him out of the restroom. When your hands untangled from his, you felt uneasy. There was so much more you wanted to say, but it would just have to wait... for now. 

You couldn't help but chuckle to yourself at the sound of Dazai shouting for you to help prove his innocence from presumably the living room. For the first time since you stepped into the bathroom, you looked at yourself. Taking in your disheveled state.

Ah, there it is again. That funny feeling. 

don't accuse me of making this a self-insert, i will cry!

[flowerygrdn]

Hello! Can we have Y/N insisting on Zach Maclaren's games or practices, suddenly he gets hit or hurt since he was intrigued by her presence. Fluff, cute, maybe dumb ;)

i'm gonna assume you meant assisting but yes ofc!

click, click, hit! | z. maclaren

「 pairing: zach maclaren x reader 」

warning: player injury and fluff (also a lot of soccer terminology, since I used to play lol.)

summary: y/n works as a sports photographer for zach's soccer team. he ends up getting injured...because he was a little distracted by her presence.

a/n: send in more zach/drew/rafe request!!!!

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*click*

I got the perfect shot of Alford scoring. I smile at my camera as the team surrounds him in celebration. As of right now, we're tied, 2-2. The stress of trying to get the perfect shot while also wanting to watch and see whether or not we're going to win is high. Not to mention it's cold as hell out here and I'm scared my camera is going to slip out of my gloved hands.

The team resets and Maclaren kicks off. I start following the team down the field. Honestly, the other team isn't even really trying. Maclaren goes to strike the ball and I zoom in to get the perfect shot.

*click*

Another perfect shot right as his cleat hits the ball. I smile to myself as the goalie lets the ball slip past his fingertips and the ball enters the goal. Everyone crowds around Maclaren this time, the left-wing even jumps on his back.

"Hey, y/l/n, can you possibly get a video of this next play?" The coach asks. I hum and set my camera to video mode. They reset and, once again, Maclaren kicks off. I start following the team down the field again. I zoom in on Maclaren and as he goes to kick the ball, the defender uses his arm to shove Maclaren on the ground. He lands on his hand and then rolls over in pain. I hear a whistle blow and everyone runs towards Maclaren.

"That's a penalty!" I yell towards the referee. All the coaches -- along with me -- rush onto the field and crowd around the injured player.

"y/l/n, do you have that video?" I nod and they tell me to show the referee. I do as I am told and they allow our team to make a penalty kick. We have to take Maclaren off the field since he is injured, even if it is just his wrist.

"I'm fine. I can still play!" He protests.

"Trust me, superstar. The way you landed, you shouldn't be doing anything too active." I argue as we walk him over to the medics. I watch to make sure he gets there safely and then I go back to video the penalty kick

-- zach's pov --

Superstar? There's no way she just gave me a nickname. y/l/n has been working for us for a few months now, and every time I see her I can't help but get distracted. Which is probably why the defender took advantage and pushed me. I may have been looking a little too long at her, maybe even trying to impress her. Look, she had a camera out. Her own camera that she bought, so yes I did want her to have some sick footage of me scoring a goal.

The medics are icing my wrist and asking me a bunch of questions about how I'm feeling. My eyes, however, are following the girl with a monopod and a camera as she runs up and down the field to keep up with the team. Man, she can keep up with us really well. Though she is visibly shivering. I guess it is cold.

The game ended and we won, the team came over and celebrated with me for a bit before I got up and walked away. I was looking for a certain person before my eyes finally landed on her. y/l/n was talking to coach and showing him the footage and pictures she got of us. She smiles and looks up at him for approval. I finally gain some courage and walk up to her.

"Hey, coach. Hey y/l/n." I smile at both of them. She smiles wide at me and does a cute little wave.

"Hey, Zach! Make sure you rest that arm and great job today." He pats my shoulder and walks away.

"How's that wrist, Maclaren?" Her voice is full of concern and she lightly grabs my bandaged wrist.

"It feels a lot better. Do you mind if I see the shot of my tumbling?" I ask with a little chuckle. She smiles and steps in front of me. Her back is nearly pressed against my chest and she brings the camera up and into my view so I can watch the replay with her.

"Wow, I really took a fall." She turns around and giggles as she looks up at me.

"Just a little." Her smile is probably the most beautiful thing I've seen. She seems so sweet.

"So...y/l/n, I was wondering...if you wanted...only if you wanted to! Do you maybe wanna...go out with me...sometime?" My words come out a lot less confident than I'd prefer, but hey, at least I got the words out. There's a moment of awkward silence before her smile turns even bigger and she moves closer to me.

"Sure, but only if you win next week's game without injuring yourself." She laughs.

"Oh?" I smirk down at her.

"Mhm, do we have a deal?" I hesitate for a moment. Who am I kidding? I'm Zach freaking Maclaren. I can win that game with my eyes closed.

"Deal, y/l/n." I'm met with a kiss on my cheek as she walks away. I assume that was my good luck kiss. Damn this is gonna be a hard game.

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[gyusrose]

➵ turn on -> c.b

⚠︎ smutty smut (mdni)

✎ established relationship

summary : while being on tour for months, you finally get to see Beomgyu, his new long hair makes you feel things and he sure as hell knows it.

beomgyu x fem. reader

( long haired gyu saves lives fr )

wc: 1.2k

you were sat backstage waiting for the show to end.

Beomgyu and you haven’t seen each other in such a long time, ever since the tour started, you’ve been busy with work and couldn’t travel with him.

although you two try to call and face-time everyday, it’s not the same. at all.

specially since you’re a sexually active couple, through a screen doesn’t hit the same.

you haven’t been able to see him face to face yet since you came a little late to the concert. but the moment you saw him with that long hair, you went feral.

who allowed him to look this hot, specially when you’re this vulnerable. and he knows it. he knows you’re watching.

‘what a tease’ you thought to yourself.

after you heard the guys bid their goodbyes and heading backstage you grew excited.

youmissed the rest of the guys as well but at this point all you wanted was gyu.

“hey _______, haven’t seen you in a while!” Soobin said engulfing you in a hug.

“me too, can’t wait for the tour to be over, i miss you all.”

“oh and by the way, do something about that kid. he’s been moody these past days and is getting on everyone’s nerves, i’m sure you can fix that.” Soobin said teasingly knowing damn well what he needed.

“don’t worry, i’ll fix it.” you said while he bid you goodbye. then founding beomgyu standing right in front of you.

god dammit, he looks even hotter standing in front of you.

his long hair stuck to his neck and forehead while his shirt stuck to his defined chest. he was still gasping from the show making me feel some type of way.

“isn’t it such a great welcoming seeing your girlfriend hugging another guy before you.” he said with raised eyebrows.

you rolled your eyes engulfing him in a hug.

his hands roamed on your waist. “ i missed you so fucking much gyu , and you looking like this isn’t helping at all.”

“i never knew how fine you look like with long hair.” you said pulling away, caressing his hair.

Beomgyu smirked at my remark. “they’re extensions, i can take them out if you want..”

“no! i like them, a lot actually.”

his smirk grew even bigger. “does it turn you on or something?”

“maybe? could be.”

>>

Beomgyu opened the hotel room with the card before slamming it closed and immediately kissed you vigorously.

you could feel his sexual frustration clearly.

you deepened the kiss grabbing his jaw and roaming your hands through his messy hair.

you barely took notice of him taking of your dress leaving you in your lacy underwear.

you didn’t even need to take off his shirt since he was already undressing himself, throwing you into the bed.

he started leaving kisses along your collarbone and neck then to your breasts.

as he got lower and lower, he opened your legs even more, kissing your inner thigh softly before pulling your panties to the side.

you could feel his hot breath against your core, at this point begging to be touched.

“you don’t know how much i’ve missed this fucking pussy babe.” he said before licking through your folds making your back arch at the sudden feeling.

that fucking tongue drove you crazy

he started sucking on your clit driving you even crazier. you rammed your hands through his hair diving him deeper into you.

as you were about to cum he pulled away.

whining in response, he chuckled.

“fuck me please Beomgyu just do it!”

“what a needy little girl, alright then, show me how much you’ve missed me.”

he said laying on his back waiting for you.

“i want to see you ride this dick.”

you wasted not time in taking your panties off and getting on him.

you lined him up with your entrance, easily slipping in him with your wet cunt.

both of your heads fell in pleasure.

“fuck i’ve missed this.” he said watching you slowly sitting on him, adjusting to it.

you started to go up and down faster as the pleasure became immense.

Beomgyu grabbed your hips with his big hands watching your every move. he bit his lip as your hands rested on his chest for support.

“so fucking sexy.”

he said making you moan and lean down and kiss him. he took this chance to hug your waist and ram his hips into you instead.

his strong thrust making harder for you to form any type of sounds.

Beomgyu groaned beneath me as you started to clench around his dick.

“shit.”

he flipped you over, him now being on top of you.

without warning, he slammed into you.

his thrust started off deep unlike yours. he grabbed your legs and put them on his shoulders sending you over the edge.

his hands found their way to your bra, you unclasped it , knowing what he wanted to do.

he took your sensitive nipples in his mouth while still thrusting furiously into you.

the skin slapping and moans covered throughout the room .

it didn’t take long until you came through his thrusts, closing your legs at the feeling. leaving you gasping from the sensation of euphoria you just went through.

Beomgyu wasn’t done yet though…

within seconds he flipped you over in all fours and once again slammed into you.

you, not yet recovered from your orgasm, were on the verge of tears.

Beomgyu took notice of this and whispered in your ear.

“is my baby crying because my cock? can’t take it?” he said kissing your shoulder.

you couldn’t even respond, as much as you wanted to.

he slapped your ass repeatedly, probably leaving his hand mark on them.

you could only moan your face into the pillow.

you could feel him getting closer by his rapid thrusts.

“fuck i love feeling you inside me.” you said quietly but enough for him to hear.

“say that again, louder.” he demanded

“i love how your fucking cock feels inside me.” you said between breaths.

he whimpered at your words and pulled out of you.

“open your mouth.”

you turned around and did as he said, he moaned as you tasted his load in your tongue.

as he finished you swallowed his whole as he caressed your face.

“i don’t know how i’m going to make it through this tour without you princess.”

[universallychaoticpan]

Ello o/, I love your works so much fjridnddknd /pos. May i req (if you're ok taking requests) a the reader pretends to be a client but actually a member of the agency but the ADA doesn't remember the reader because they have an ability to make anyone/everyone forget they exist and use it to protect the agency also dazai is the only one who remembers them. It can be a headcanon or a scenario thank you! \o/

hehehe the angst potential on this one was too good to pass up. I tried my best on this but it isn't my faveorite. Still I hope you enjoy <333

It was sheer torment, an excruciating agony, to be the sole guardian of your memory. Every recollection of your name, your voice, your gentle touch, your boundless kindness, felt like shards of glass piercing his soul. Your last words to him before you vanished echoed relentlessly in his mind, a haunting refrain, as he watched you stroll through the bustling streets of Yokohama, like you were simply ordinary.

He felt his heart break to see you again after so long, looking to Kunikida and Atsushi for some sign that you hadn't done what he was so worried you had. But there was nothing- neither showed the recognition he was waiting to see.

He stared until he caught your eye, people moving past you both as you saw the man you least wanted to see in the world.

The only man who knew what you were

The only one you'd loved

You looked at him with a million unspoken words in your eyes- I'm sorry....Please forgive me...Please let me go

And he said nothing.

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A year prior, you had woken before the sun. You'd left Dazai with the softest kiss you could, biting back tears as you slipped from your bed, whispering apologies under your breath and forcing yourself to do what you knew was necessary.

You'd suspected the Port Mafia was on your trail for information you had given up years ago- suspected that Mori had wanted you punished for giving up that information since you'd vanished with Dazai so long ago. But now, it was more than just a small murmur in the back of his mind. Mori had been actively gunning for you; his men had followed you, stalked you, threatened you in your home, and worse, threatened every innocent person in the Agency that knew nothing of the danger they were in.

So for their sakes, you were running. You were forcing yourself to vanish, and trying to believe you weren't making a mistake. Your ability had gone into effect already; everyone else you knew now no longer had any memory you'd ever existed. But Osamu Dazai wasn't everyone else. That was part of why you loved him so much.

And it was why you had to leave.

You couldn't risk his life, couldn't risk him knowing anything for fear of the Mafia seeking him out to question your whereabouts. He needed to know absolutely nothing. And you were going to make sure of it. You'd slipped from your bed that morning, trying to stop the tears that ached to spill down your cheeks, You forced yourself to kiss him goodbye, forced yourself to leave behind the only love you'd ever known, and told yourself it was for your own good. You had to sever all ties, no matter how much it wounded you.

You abandoned your life that day and left your heart behind in that bed, vanishing into the early morning mist.

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Even after all this time, after you'd convinced yourself that you'd let go and could return to the city, your heart still clenched when you felt Dazai's gaze, just as it always had. In the past, his eyes had brimmed with love, overwhelming you with their intensity, making you look away for fear of being consumed. Now, they were wounded, carrying a pain that was too much to bear. You couldn't bear to meet his gaze for a second longer, for fear that you would rush back into his arms, longing for him to hold you once more.

But you couldn't.

Because he couldn't be yours anymore. For his safety, for his own good, he had to remain distant. To love you was to invite danger, to plunge into an abyss with no bottom, sinking deeper even as your lungs screamed for air and your body yearned for light. And so, you faced the hardest choice of all.

With a heavy heart, you turned and walked away, brushing away the tears that clung to your eyes, knowing this was the final farewell. He would never forget you, never forget the pain of watching you choose to leave.

In the end, you were both wounded, the dagger of your departure carving just as deeply into your own chest as it did into his.

You ensured that your last memory would etch itself into his heart as a burning ember of resentment, enough to stoke the flames of hatred, making him despise you so intensely that he would never yearn to see your face again.

He would never see your tears, or know how you ached for him. It didn't matter.

None of that mattered anymore.

[peachymilkandcream]

Ready or Not|Part 3|Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: I hope you guys are enjoying this series, I'm really getting into more of the whole obsessive side as well as kind of the mystery of who/if anyone helped Evelyn to escape. I've really been enjoying this and comment to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc

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The door bursts open to Lili Strecker's office, a man she didn't much care to see again storming through with a heated air of vengeance. She ignored the small bead of sweat trickling down her neck, determined not to show fear to this man.

"Captain Levi, how good to see you again."

"I don't care to deal with your bullshit today Strecker. Where is my wife."

"I don't know what you mean, shouldn't she be at home resting? She shouldn't be up and about pregnant like she is."

His eyebrow twitched. "You know very well where she is and you're going to tell me."

She gave him a tsk tsk. "You know I can't tell you that, it's patient confidentiality. Just like how I would never tell your peers how the great Captain Levi's sperm isn't as gold as he thought."

His annoyance peaked, in his desperation to trap his wife with a child, Levi had in the past turned to a fertility specialist in an attempt to discover the problem and fix it. Even though Evelyn not getting pregnant initially was her fault, the specialists didn't take a liking to him when he mentioned that. She had always been rather soft to Evelyn, and colder with him. Maybe his wife had taken a chance on this rare moment of kindness and received help there, which is why he suspected her now.

"Is that a threat?"

"Only if you make it out to be one Levi. I'm through with watching men like you push around these women for your own selfishness. That sweet girl has done nothing but suffer in life and instead of controlling what's in your pants so she could find someone who really loved her. But you tricked her and now look where she is."

"Married to one of the most powerful men in the world, riches and comfort beyond her wildest dreams, giving birth to the strongest children that will carry on our legacy with pride."

"Forced to stay with a rapist and a psychopath."

In an instant Levi presses a blade to her throat. "Take it back."

"Would the prestigious Captain Levi really threaten to kill someone? Shocking."

Levi takes a long moment to calm himself, before stepping back and sheathing the knife. "You're right, it's not very becoming of me. I apologize."

Her eyebrows knit in confusion, in all the time since the Ackermans have sought her medical help she's never heard the Captain act this calm and collected before concerning his wife.

He pulls out a document and starts to read. "Dr. Lili Strecker, you are under arrest for harboring and assisting enemies to Eldia-"

"Wait what's going on here-" She cuts in as soldiers rush into the room to apprehend her.

"You will be taken from here to be kept in containment until you confess your crimes after which a trial will take place. Glory to Eldia-"

"You can't do this Levi! You hear me!? You won't get away with this!" Her struggling ceases when one of the soldiers hits her over the head with a wooden club, causing her to slip into unconsciousness.

"And long live the Queen."

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Evelyn had been taken in temporarily by the Azumabitos when she initially arrived. Having connections with her sponsor due to trading they were able to be convinced to take Evelyn and Furlan on their return trip home and help her get a fresh start in this new country.

Unfortunately for her, all of Evelyn's work experience was entirely useless. Active duty soldiers who fought Titans were useless here. Plus all her options were limited due to her condition. Housing was at an all time high with supply and demand being throughout the roof. Her fresh start wasn't looking to hopeful now.

Finally she settled on becoming a cleaning lady, it was the one thing she knew how to do well outside of slaying Titans and she could do it up until she gave birth. Some jobs even allowed her to take Furlan along so long as he behaved himself. The only good thing Levi had ever done was drill into her the importance of cleanliness, so making a good impression on her clients was easy, all of them wishing she had started her trade sooner so they could have had this clean of a house always. None of them ever knew her true story, not like she was going to tell them.

Anonymity was the only way she was going to survive. With the state of the world, Levi could have spies and allies in every part of the globe. She changed her name to Scarlett Westley, should anyone come asking around perhaps that would be enough to keep Levi at bay. Her appearance she wouldn't change, Evelyn believed that her husband had taken so much from her, he wouldn't take her entire identity. Deep down she was Evelyn Glass, not Scarlett Westley or even Evelyn Ackerman. That's who she was and Levi wasn't going to change it or taint it forever.

While the pain of seeing that vile man in the face of her sweet amd innocent boy led her to sob at night, she'd pull through. For them. For her confused son who asked where Papa was and why couldn't they go see him. For the child kicking in her womb at night, desperate to come out and see its mother was so distraught while it was forming. What was left of her life she would use it to ensure her children had everything they could. She would work for hundreds of hours if they meant they had the best of everything, so much that they forgot their father and what kind of man he was. She would raise them to be kind and caring people who didn't abuse their power for evil. They wouldn't grow up to be like him.

The thoughts were only comforting in the day, as soon as she shut her eyes, nightmares of Levi coming to take them all back haunted Evelyn's mind. Even though she told herself they were safe and nothing would hurt them again, something in the back of her head told her the opposite. Those words of Levi's ringing in her ears the last time she threatened to leave.

"If you burn that you'll be free to leave, but I'll be free to come after you."

[lowaltitude]

Caffeine | Eddie Munson, Coffee Shop AU

— Stranger Things.

— One shot.

— x Reader (Y/N)

❪ FEM! she/her ❫ ❪ prompt: ‘I write a bad pick up line on your cup every time i’m your barista’ AU ❫

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𖥻 Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, Coffee Shop AU, in which Edward “Eddie” Munson is the barista who’s casual flirty remarks you can’t seem to just brush off as nothing more than banter. OR in which Eddie‘s temporary job making coffee became a delight when he began flirting with a regular costumer

𖥻 No connection to Stranger Things series timeline. Ending is rushed as I lost inspiration. 5.5k words

𖥻 2023 rewrite here

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As I sat in the small coffee shop on the outskirts of town, I found my attention wandering from the book I had been trying to read.

Having reread the same sentence at least 59 times, my mind was preoccupied with the new barista. I had frequented this coffee shop regularly since starting high school, and never once had I guessed Eddie Munson would end up working here. Let alone imagine myself staring in awe as he was being trained.

His long curly hair was pulled back, tied into a bun with a few loose curls springing out and falling on his face every so often. I was watching intently as he learned how the coffee machine worked, and the regular barista trained him.

She had no idea that she was currently teaching the ‘freak, outcast’ Eddie Munson how to make a cappuccino, or that he usually made his money selling drugs in the woods behind the high school. It didn’t seem like he had shut out his personality for this position, Eddie had a Dungeons & Dragons pin next to his name badge on his apron, proudly showing off one of his interests. I felt the ends of my lips quirk upwards as he spilled some milk, cursing under his breath and his voicing carrying across the almost empty shop.

“Y/N” The barista called, snapping me out of my thoughts

“Yeah?” I almost croaked, Eddie was never someone I actively spent time looking at. For the past few years all I’d seen and heard was girls fawning over Steve Harrington or Billy Hargrove, so I’d never taken notice that Eddie was someone I would find so attractive. His reputation proceeded him.

“Do you need a new drink?” The girl gestured towards Eddie, who was still focused on the milk frother, and I closed my book. “Eddie” She said, catching the boys attention as I got to the counter. “Your first customer”

“Right” The boy turns around completely, his eyes locking on mine and making my mouth begin to feel dry.

I had never been in a class with Eddie, he was a year above me. Technically, he was two years older than me, but was about to be in the same class as I was since I’d heard he failed senior year once again and had to retake it for the third time.

“Good afternoon” The boy greeted. His badge said ‘Edward’ but I had never heard anyone call him that, and it seemed like if I did call him that he would repeatedly tell me his name was in fact Eddie.

Putting his hands either side of the register he waited for me to decide on my order, even though I almost always went back to getting the same drink. His coworker idly standing beside him and smiling at me, she already knew what I would be getting since it was always her that served me.

“Large iced coffee” I sighed, looking at the pastries in the display “And that donut”

I pressed my finger against the glass, the pink sprinkle donut seemed to call to me.

Eddie let out a low chuckle as he grabbed the donut and I watched with excitement. He slipped the donut into a paper bag and held it out of me, I stared at his hand for a second before reaching for it.

He flinched as my hand brushed against his and I took the donut, passing him the money. I looked up to smile at him, feeling his eyes pour into mine. The most gorgeous brown I had ever seen, they were as sweet as chocolate and as solid as the oak.

“Um, a name for the order?” He rushed, looking back down and fumbling to pick up a plastic cup.

“Y/N” I smiled, holding back my laughter “I’m a regular, get used to this face”

“Of course” Eddie said, writing my name on the cup. A single curl of hair fell loose and slipped down his forehead, the owners must have forced him to tie his hair back because I had never seen it out of his face before. “It’ll be ready soon”

“Thanks” My voice comes out almost a whisper, taking a few steps back and shuffling to my table. Internally groaning at my embarrassment.

Eddie wasn’t as classically attractive as Steve, or as infamous for his way with women as Billy. And honestly the only things I knew about him weren’t extremely positive.

But I knew he was in charge on the D&D club, and that he played guitar. One of his friends was my classmate Gareth Emerson but we’d only talked once when paired for an English assignment.

I liked Gareth, he seemed really nice and was fun to be around, but people were constantly harassing him as if he was beneath them.

Eddie called out my name, he didn’t have to speak very loud because it was only a small establishment and it was never very busy.

I was hoping the fresh coffee would allow me to focus back on my studies, I was doing fine when I got here after school but lost track the second I saw Eddie walk though the door. Leather jacket on and a flannel tied around his waist.

He pushed the iced coffee across the counter and dug his hands into his pockets as I approached the counter again. Picking up my drink, I furrow my eyebrows and look at the cardboard slip around the cup as I look at a crudely written message.

Oh, can you feel that? There is definitely something brewing between us.

I stare at it for a few seconds my eyes flicking between the message and Eddie’s face a couple times. He swallows hard and clears his throat, turning on his heels and pretending to do something else.

Putting the straw to my lips and spinning on my toes, I go back to my table and ‘hit the books’. Eddie had made a decent cup of coffee for his first order, and he made it very personal by writing a cheesy pick up line on it.

After tapping my pen on my open notebook for another 5 minutes I accepted that I wouldn’t be finishing me essay today.

‘Definitely something brewing between us.’ What did it mean? I know it was a coffee pun but he had reacted when our hands touched so maybe it was more than just a random remark, although i’m sure he wasn’t interested too much in girls right now.

I closed my books, there was three weeks until summer so I didn’t need to start thinking about boys now. I needed to get all my work done so that I could relax and enjoy myself, with the new Starcourt Mall opening I’d be able to have a summer that didn’t feel like I was in some small town.

After pushing everything into my backpack and picking up my half finished drink I got up and swung my bag over my shoulder.

“Bye” I sighed, tiredly waving to the baristas as they wiped down the counter. The bell above the door jingled as I left.

As I got close to my house, the sun dipped was almost completely gone and so was my coffee. I opened the lid of the trash can, looking at the cardboard sleeve and taking it off, tucking it in my back pocket before dropping the plastic cup in and going inside.

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A week and a half had passed since Eddie had started at the coffee shop, and as the days went on he had started to pick up more shifts, and each time he would write something new on the cup.

Words are not enough to espresso how cute you are.

Do you need more sugar or am I sweet enough?

I’ve thinking about you a latte.

I had started to slip the sleeve into my bag before leaving, and kept them in my desk draw at home so that I wouldn’t loose them. I knew they didn’t actually mean anything but they made me feel special. I wasn’t sure if he wrote on everyone’s orders or just mine since I never saw anyone else’s cups. Eddie and I had seen each other at school a few times since, he would be at the lunch table with his friends and we’d sometimes make eye contact as I passed by but nothing ever came of it. Desperately wanting to say something to him on days he looked indisputably happy or just really really cute.

I tucked my books tightly under my arm, adjusting the backpack on my shoulder and yawning as I got closer to the small coffee shop.

Walking up to the door, the small bell jingled as I entered. I gave my best smile to the familiar faces, trying to hide how unexplainably tired I was. How on earth I was still yawning at 4pm was beyond me. It wasn’t even as if my day was very exhausting, all I did was go to class and sit in the library during free periods.

Dropping my bag at the foot of a small table, I put my books down and fish out my wallet. “Afternoon” I yawned, rubbing my eye as I got to the counter.

“Good afternoon” Eddie smiled at me, grabbing a cup and already putting my name on it.

“Can I get an extra shot today? I feel like i’ve been hit by a land speeder”

Eddie laughed “So you’re a Star Wars geek, wouldn’t have guessed”

“Oh? Why’s that?“

Eddie’s eyes drift up and down slowly as he looks at me and a smile appears on his face.

I watch him shrug as I look down at the money in my hands, letting my hair fall over my face so that he couldn’t see me blush. After passing him the money I sit back at my table, opening my textbook and beginning to write notes, only looking up again when I hear the bell above the door chime. None other than the infamous Steve Harrington walked in, he wasn’t as bad as some people made it seem. I had tutored Steve for a short period of time a few months ago, we probably could have been friends if he wasn’t about to graduate.

He looked around, giving me a small enthusiastic wave before going to the counter. Steve was obviously not expecting to see Eddie working here, it was noticeable in how stiff he became while ordering a drink to-go.

“Y/N” Eddie said, putting the cup on the counter for me. I got up happily and went to grab it, politely greeting Steve.

Steve smiled “Good to see you”

“Yeah, you too” I nod, awkwardly tapping my fingers on my cup. I was itching to find out what Eddie had written. “You were looking for a job weren’t you? Find anything?”

“I did actually, you’re looking at a professional frozen dessert sales associate” He smirked and pulled at the collar of his shirt.

“So, you sell… ice cream?”

“Yeah” He sighed “Scoops Ahoy, at the new mall”

“I’ll visit you sometime” I smile, watching Eddie put a cup down for Steve.

“Thanks, man” Steve nods to Eddie, picking up the hot beverage and looking back to me. I thought it was odd, the summer heat was setting in but Steve had still chosen to go for a hot coffee and nothing else. “I’ll see you later”

Steve practically rushed out the door, the other barista appearing out of nowhere. “Who’s that?”

I jump putting my hand over my heart “Jesus— You scared me”

“He was so cute” She gushed

“Steve? I mean, yeah he’s cute. But I don’t think of him like that, he’s just some guy I used to tutor” I glance at Eddie, watching as he puts new pastries in the display.

“Hot and stupid? That’s my kind of guy”

“I’m sure he’d be into it if you asked him out” I shrugged and went back to my table, looking at the message on the cup with excitement filling me.

This must be decaf, cause you’re just dreamy!

My attention was on my books for at least a good hour until I started to feel the heat. Even with the air conditioning running in here and as much ice water as the staff could continue to hand me, I was feeling like I was about to melt.

Eddie groaned, finally caving and taking off his leather jacket. He continued to wipe down the table and I couldn’t help but stare at him, the shirt he wore was form fitting and the short sleeves revealed some tattoos. A guitar pick necklace falling from under his collar.

Biting down on my lip I tried to stop myself from looking at him, he wasn’t even doing anything that I could say was ‘sexy’ he just looked good doing regular activities.

My study notes now prominently featured a sketch of one of his tattoos, I’m not sure exactly was the tattoo was of but it seemed to be a mythical creature on his upper arm. I had focused on it for too long that I hadn’t even noticed when I’d started to doodle on my page.

“Do you want some more water?” Eddie asked, making me look up from my paper to him at the counter.

“No, thank you, i’m good” I flipped the page, closing my book and shoving it in my bag before standing. “I’ll see you Monday” I kept my head down, feeling like if I looked at Eddie again I would actually melt. Just go completely weak in the knees and fall right on the floor. His hair frizzy from the humidity, skin sparkling with small droplets of sweat and cheeks rosy.

As I walked back towards my house, I drummed my hands on my thighs, staring mindlessly at the orange sky and listening to the birds as loud music from a nearby car approached.

“Hey!” I heard, picking up the pace and looking down at my feet as the mysterious car slowed down alongside me. “Y/N, wait” Looking at the car, I stopped walking and noticed the driver was Eddie. “Do you need a ride somewhere?”

“I think i’m okay, I always walk home” Some part of me wanted to get in the car with him, just listen to his music and talk with him for a little while. He seemed like such an interesting person, and I somewhat craved more time with him, wanting to know him instead of the person I had seen him as before.

“It’s hot, and about to get dark. Come on” Something about his voice as he finished his sentence made my stomach flip. His voice was coarse and a little authoritative. Eddie leaned across to the passenger side, opening the door on his white van and I hesitated before climbing in. Putting my bag at my feet, I buckled my seatbelt and avoided looking at him.

“Thank you, Eddie”

“Where do you live?” He asked, driving forward again and turning his stereo system down a little.

“The stupid rich people culdesac in Loch Nora” Eddie laughed, but he knew exactly where I meant. I knew Eddie lived with his uncle in the trailer park, I didn’t think less of him for it. I appreciated how privileged I was, my family being able to afford the ‘nice neighbourhood’ here in Hawkins.

I hated living in the culdesac though. Every Friday night there was a pot luck and all the parents would attend, and on Tuesdays there was a neighbourhood watch meeting. The only time the street was lively was Halloween, kids knew everyone around here had enough money to just give away full sized candy bars. But god forbid anyone in my neighbourhood did anything actually fun, the slightest amount of noise and you were snubbed.

“I didn’t know you and the Steve Harrington were friends” Eddie said, breaking the silence

“He’s actually pretty cool. Wouldn’t say we’re friends, maybe friendly acquaintances”

“You’re not, like, his new girlfriend or something?”

“God, no.” I scoff “Steve’s great but, wow, I would never live up to that Nancy Wheeler standard.” Eddie pulled on to my street and I pointed out which house was mine, picking up my bag and raising an eyebrow at the paper now stuck to it. “Corroded Coffin live?”

“That’s just my band”

“You’re in a band?! That’s so cool” I gush looking at him

“Y-Yeah it is” A smile slowly breaks out on his face, he’s quite for a moment. The pair of us just staring at one another with stupid grins plastered on our faces. “You can come see us if you want, you know Gareth right? He’s the drummer”

“I’d love to come”

“Keep the flyer then. And I’ll see you Sunday, I guess” I nod and hold the flyer to my chest as I stumble out of the car, Eddie waits until i’ve closed the front door behind me. Turning his music back up and driving off, leaving me standing inside and staring at the flyer in hand.

Had I just been invited to hang out with the D&D club outside of school?

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After borrowing my family car, I just parked in front of the coffee shop since it was right next door to The Hideout, the town’s bar. Often, if I stayed at the cafe all day I’d eventually hear the loud music staring and people ending their days with a well deserved drink. I had never known that the music was sometimes Eddie and his friends.

As I walked in I was immediately met with the smell of alcohol, it was 8pm and the place was filled to almost capacity, with some people already drunk.

I didn’t feel like I was doing anything illegal by being under 21 in this bar, mainly because I knew everyone in the band was under 20.

After finding my way to the counter I ordered myself a drink, just water with ice because I obviously didn’t have an ID, and a few minutes later I saw the D&D club members make their way in stage.

Eddie had a drink in his hand, he finished it off and put it on the stage by his microphone stand before introducing the band.

“Hey, uh, I’m Eddie. These are my friends, Jeff, Grant and Gareth. We are Corroded Coffin, and this is Red Hot by Mötley Crüe”

The band started and I was a little startled by how sudden the music began, I was expecting them to ease into it but they just went all out. Eddie’s hair almost looked like it was floating around him as he moved, he was an incredibly skilled guitar player and his friends seemed to admire him as they played along.

The band only preformed a few songs, most people in here not even caring that there was live music.

“That’s our time, thank you everyone” Gareth smiled as he spoke into his microphone, getting out of his seat and stepping away from his drum kit. It had their band name printed on the kick drum and everything.

Eddie took his guitar strap off his neck, putting it on a stand and grabbing his glass before jumping the stage. He made his way to the counter and handed his glass to the bartender, he must be here often since they didn’t even question his age.

“Hey!” Eddie smiles, noticing me a few feet away, he slid towards me and leans on the counter, nodding to the man behind the bar as he’s passed a new beer.

“Did you like it?”

I nod, trying to stop the feeling of butterflies in my stomach as he so easily approached me. “It was really something, you guys are good”

“Do you want to meet the others?”

“Oh, well I sort of know Gareth and you already introduced them at the start of the set—“

“Come on” Eddie grabs my hand and grabs his drink with the other, pulling me away from the bar. My grip tightens on my glass as I try to hide my flustered state and we find the 3 other high school boys at the side of the stage.

“Guys, this is one of the regulars at the coffee house” Eddie drops my hand and I feel a twinge sadness at the loss of his touch.

“Hi. Y/N, right?” Gareth greets, putting a hand forward for me to shake.

“Yes, yes, that’s me. You’re all so talented”

Eddie moved a chair out from their table, taking a seat and pushing the one beside him out, I looked at it before sitting and putting my glass on the table.

I tapped my finger on the table as I waited, feeling like I had caused an awkward situation by coming here tonight.

“So, you like coffee?” Jeff asks after a minute, Eddie lifting his hand and smacking his friend in the back of the head.

“I do, I like coffee a lot”

“And you go to the coffee shop all the time for coffee?”

“Yeah?”

Gareth leans forward, his elbows on the table “Do you like seeing Eddie?”

“Gareth!” Eddie groans, kicking his friend in the shin under the table.

“I guess? I don’t know what you really mean” I look between the four boys, Eddie has his hand over his face in frustration and the others are looking at me. “He’s cool, I like the little puns on my cup”

“You like those?” Grant snorts, clapping a hand over his mouth to stop from laughing. I know they were bad, but I thought they were cute.

“I need another drink” Eddie sighs, getting up abruptly and going back to the counter where he finishes his glass again. I watch as he talks to a man, effortlessly engaging in a conversation, smiling to myself as laughs.

With Eddie gone, the three boys leaned forward on the table and startled me when I turned back to them.

“So you’re friends with Steve Harrington.”

I swallow the lump in my throat “Are you interrogating me? I’d like a lawyer present”

“We’re just getting to know Eddie’s new friend”

“Friend? Did he say we were friends?” Shifting in my seat I felt excited, although I had started imagining being more than just friends with Eddie. Going from strangers to friends was a good step forward.

Before they could answer Eddie sat back at the table, sighing and sipping his drink.

“We should get out of here soon”

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Every day since i’d seen them preform, Eddie and I had talked at school. At least once a day we’d exchange a wave or say ‘hello’ in the halls, his friends occasionally doing the same. He’d talk to me while I tried to read from his position behind the counter, and if the weather was intense he’d offer to drive me home. I was starting to enjoy the music he listened to and I think he had noticed.

Unfortunately, I had gained someone else’s attention while at school. Being paired for my final assignment with Billy Hargrove had him aimlessly following me to my locker and striking up a conversation.

I’ll admit, he was a very nice looking boy, although his hair needed to be washed as it looked crunchy, like a leaf on the ground in autumn, and he was always doused in cologne.

The last time Billy had made any sort of advance was when I was tutoring Steve and Billy took that as a challenge. To conquer the girl he believed to be Steve’s new love interest.

He was rejected and never attempted anything again upon noticing that Steve and I didn’t hang out anymore.

But as soon as we were paired for the assignment he had turned on his ‘charm’. He’d also almost seen the (now multiple) sketches of Eddie’s tattoos in my book while trying to copy my notes.

Walking up to the cafe, I got excited, but once I heard the familiar whirling of Billy Hargrove’s muscle car engine, the feeling began to fade.

Eddie’s van was parked in front of the coffee shop and Billy pulled in beside him, quickly jumping out of the vehicle and running to the door.

“Let me get that”

“I know how to open a door” I roll my eyes and pull the door open, smiling at another one of the regular customers, an older gentleman. “Good afternoon”

There’s a few crashes from the back kitchen and Eddie slides out behind the counter, with his apron loosely tied around his waist.

“Hey, you’re early” Eddie says, struggling to pull his hair off his face, a hair tie between his teeth. I laugh and rest my hands on the counter, glancing over my shoulder and seeing Billy still standing a few steps behind me. How he knew I would be here was unbeknownst to me.

“I’m here the same time as I am every day”

“I was just hoping to—" Eddie stops as he moves the curls out of his eyes and ties them back. Noticing Billy standing behind me. “Uh, hi.”

Eddie looks at me and I shrug, just as confused as he was. Since when did Billy come here, when did he ever drink coffee?

Eddie grabs a cup and writes my name on it.

“Not even letting me pretend to look at the menu any more?” I prop up on my toes and try to peer into the back kitchen “I need my favourite barista”

And as if on cue, the girl growls from the back area of the coffee shop.

“EDDIE!” She shouts “What the hell did you do back here?”

“What do you mean?” He calls back, gritting his teeth at me. I reach into my pocket and Billy steps forward, putting his hand on my arm.

“I’ll have the same.” He pulls out his wallet, both Eddie and I staring at him with furrowed eyebrows.

Eddie takes the money cautiously and I awkwardly step back, moving out of Billy’s reach and dropping my bag at the foot of a table.

The female barista comes out, glaring at Eddie and looking over to me. Mouthing ‘who’s that?’ as Billy pulls out the seat across from me.

I widen my eyes and shrug at her, watching as Eddie stands still behind the register. Holding the two plastic cups with his eyebrows knitted together and just blinking as he thought.

“So” Billy started, leaning back in his chair and putting a cigarette in his mouth

“You can’t smoke in here”

“Who says?”

“Me, the no smoking sigh, and basic human decency.” Billy chuckles at my answer putting the cigarette back in the package and waiting as if expecting me to say something. “Why are you here?”

“Assignment” He shrugged. I pulled out my books, awkwardly avoiding his gaze and flipping to a blank page in my notebook.

“Y/N” Eddie called, pausing as he looked at the boy across from me “and Billy” He practically spat his name.

I got up quickly, almost skipping to the counter with a grin on my face. The moment I wait for every day was finally here, and as I lifted my cup my smile dropped.

There was nothing. I put it down, picking up the other cup and looking at it.

Nothing.

“Uh, thanks Eddie” I half smile, picking up both drinks and going to the table again. I put one down in front of Billy and drink mine, opening my copy of Little Women to do my-our- assignment.

“Where are you up to?” Billy asks, sipping the coffee and looking at it like he thought it was absolutely disgusting.

“Chapter Thirty-Five” I mutter, grabbing my pen and staring to take notes. “Why? How far have you gotten?”

“Title page”

“This is due in 3 days” I glare, snapping my attention to him.

“So?”

I pushed the open book to Billy and he stared at it. “Read Laurie’s proposal and tell me your thoughts.”

Billy cleared his throat, picking up the book and scanning the page. He frowned and began to read aloud as I scribbled on the page and sipped my drink.

“‘I’ve loved you ever since I’ve known you, Jo, couldn’t help it, you’ve been so good to me. I’ve tried to show it, but you wouldn’t let me.’” Billy groaned “What is this shit.”

“Desperation.” I sigh, giving Billy a pointed looking and waiting for him to continue.

“‘Now I’m going to make you hear, and give me an answer, for I can’t go on so any longer.’”

He threw his head back, dropping the book down and sipping his coffee.

“‘I only loved you all the more, and I worked hard to please you’” I smiled to myself as I read Laurie’s speech “‘for I hoped you’d love me, though I’m not half good enough...’”

I bit the inside of my cheek, grabbing a pen and pulling the cardboard off of my cup.

“Billy go home, I’m sure there’s some girl out there waiting for you to call”

“And our work?”

“I’ll do it all and just put your name on it” I groan, running a hand over my face. Billy shrugs, grabbing the coffee and getting up.

Why hadn’t I thought of that earlier. He would have left me alone all day!

I waited until the bell jingled before writing on the cardboard slip from my cup.

I don’t need to have caffeine in my system, you manage to make my heart jump.

Pleased, I packed my things and threw my bag over my shoulder. “Hey” I smiled as I got to the counter, holding my coffee to my chest. “You didn’t write on my cup”

Eddie smiled for a second, focusing on wiping down the counter. “I didn’t want Billy Hargrove to get the wrong idea, ruin your date” He shrugged, wiping his hands together as he dropped the rag

Date? Was Eddie… Jealous? Dear god i’m asking you to let me have this, he is the most adorable boy I have ever laid eyes on and I don’t want to spend every day of my summer in here fawning over him for nothing in response. I want to go see his band preform and smile because he looks so perfect on that stage and he liked ME back.

“Mrs Green paired us for an assignment on Little Women, he left the second I said i’d do all the work”

Eddie looked up at me, finally meeting my gaze and I felt all the air being sucked out of my lungs. I cleared my throat and passed him the cardboard from my cup, he slowly reached for it and I turned on my heels to head out the door.

I walked at a fast pace until I got close enough to my house, I sat down on one of my neighbours lawns and let out the deepest breath ever.

“Oh my god” I groaned, I kicked my legs in the air and forced myself up. Walking the rest of the way to my house.

I practically danced to my bedroom, ignoring the anxiety burning inside me. I had flirted with Eddie. I put myself out there.

After over a month of spending every day watching him make coffee and practically drooling over him I was making moves.

Rapid knocking snapped me out of my thoughts, and I pulled my hair back in a hair tie as I went back to the front door.

“What does it mean?” Eddie asked, almost frantic as he held up the cardboard slip.

“Hello” I stared at him, my mouth hanging open

“What does it mean?” He repeated

“I don’t know” I blinked a few times, swallowing the lump in my throat “That I think you’re cute?”

“Is that a question or a statement?”

“A… statement?”

Eddie huffed out a breath and in an instant his head ducked down to mine, my eyes widened as I felt the warmth of his lips against mine before slowly closing and moving so I count wrap my arms around his neck.

His kiss is not like those in movie or books, it is the primal desire that lives in us all. Eddie cups one hand on the side of my face, moving closer so our bodies were pressed against each other. He embraces himself rather than hide as a copy of those romantic idols as he kisses me.

“Whoa” He mumble as we pull apart. Yeah, Whoa.

[ajpendragon]

Red

It was a pretty good sketch, she had to admit. Even with the loss of her normal pencils, she had managed to turn the singular red colored pencil she had scrounged up into a beautiful landscape. Most everything here on Mars was red anyways, so it hadn’t looked too off, although a few extra colors would have been nice. When she got back to base, she would need to repack her travel kit. 

Speaking of base, it was time to get going. She had left early that morning to get to the solar panels before the sun fully rose. A few of them had been giving some weird readings, and she had been sent to fix it. After brushing the brick-red dust off the surface, she had stayed for a few hours to ensure that they were now functioning optimally. With the last readout uploaded to her suit, it was time for her to go home. 

Each step puffed up clouds of red dirt behind her, each of them billowing away in the light wind blowing across the surface. She tucked the sketch into a pocket as she walked, eager to get home. It could go on the fridge. Rory would like it. 

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The ground crumbled beneath her feet, sending her careening down the slope. She hit the bottom with a thud, her route down clearly marked by a darker red streak where she had slid. Her oxygen tank was still attached, thankfully, and her suit appeared intact. She ran her hands over her body, checking for any damages she hadn’t initially noticed. Her hand came away red. Huh. That was new. Twisting as much as possible, she could just see the liquid dripping down to the ground, forming a slow puddle. As the adrenaline of the fall faded, her side hurt. A lot. 

She activated the comm unit in her helmet, hoping to reach the base for a pickup. Silence was her only reply. Either the hole she was in was blocking short range communications, or she had damaged her comm unit in the fall. She continued to try, refusing to give up yet, when a beeping interrupted her. A quick glance at her HUD showed the problem. Her injury had breached her suit. Oxygen was leaking into the surrounding atmosphere, and it would not take long before she was out. 

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“Hey Al, you’re still over by Mars, right?”

“John, you know exactly where I am right now. What do you need?”

“I’m getting a weird signal from the surface. It could very well be nothing, but since you’re in the area anyways…”

“You want me to go over there and check it out.” Alan finished, already changing direction. “I’m on it. Send me the coordinates, and I’ll be there ASAP. But if this is a false alarm, you owe me dinner.”

“Understood, Thunderbird Three. Transmitting the coordinates now.”

*******************************************

Her oxygen levels were long past where she would normally allow them to fall, deep into the red portion of the gauge. She had tried to pull herself out of the hole, but there were no handholds. The pain in her side had flared every time she moved, so now she had taken to sitting propped against the wall, trying to conserve oxygen as much as possible. 

She occupied herself by staring at the stars, watching the sun sink past the horizon and its more distant cousins appear one by one. One caught her eye, initially looking like a shooting star, but continuing in a blazing red trail. She idly wondered what it could be, too weak from blood loss and lack of oxygen to care much. 

She tracked it across the sky until it came to a stop right next to her hole, the shiny red rocket glowing in the faint light. Her eyes slipped closed as something seemed to descend from the side of the ship. 

*******************************************

When she opened them again, there was a red gloved hand reaching for her. It took a monumental effort to take it, but as soon as she did, it lifted her confidently into the air. She pressed her helmet into the red of his baldric, and felt safe. 

[mother-athena]

hi :3

I have a questiioonnn

do ya have any advice on tellin' romantic partner about agere? A few weeks ago I got an in-person girlfriend, and I've given her sooommeee hints about my agere. EX: Showing her my love for stuffies, saying "I have the attention span of a 2 year old", as well as telling her my favorite nickname is 'baby'

as well as some things when I've accidentally half-slipped around her; such as pouting and whining when she says she has to go, always holding her hand, being very clingy, and slightly baby-talking once or twice.

The thing is, I really really want to tell her about it because I think she'd be an amazing cg. For example right now; i've been sick (like really sick, with a fever of 103°F) for 4 days now and every day she's said how all she wants is to take care of me... But the thing is, she has a lot of medical problems and is usually in some amount of pain, so I don't want to put the strain of taking care of little me on her shoulders too.

Another thing is that for the past year I haven't been able to fully regress, it's only been half regressed. And even when I get that far it's only for a few minutes at a time. So with that being said, I don't know if there's really a point of telling her when I barely regress...

Any advice at all is very much appreciated <3

I hope you have an amaaaaaziinnnnggg day!!! <3

My my, you have quite the situation there, kiddo.. Let's see, my initial advice would be that since you've hinted to your regression around her and she seems to have responded pretty positively to certain behaviors, I would set aside time to actually tell her you regress. You can always ask her opinions on regression before admitting to it, sort of like testing the waters, but I think being honest is the best option.

Now, I know her condition worries you when it comes to her being your carer but there's always a chance you two can work something out that doesn't involve too much physical strain on her. Stationary and low energy activities would probably be best in the beginning, like coloring or watching a cartoon together.

Also, it's okay if you haven't regressed much or for long periods of time. There's no rule that says you have to do so for a certain amount of time to be a valid regressor. You can still always have her care for you in small doses when the feeling hits you. And its possible that maybe you hadn't been regressing much because you didn't want to be alone. Maybe when she starts caring for you, you'll find yourself regressing more often because then it'll become more of a comfort to you again. 💜

[kittenofdoomage]

Autumn Falls: Sunday (Pt.1)

Summary: Y/N’s had a run of bad luck that’s left her miserable, so her sister and best friend surprise her with a trip to Autumn Falls, the exclusive Californian resort where your every dream comes true. Seven days of relaxation and luxury await her, but will her vacation lift her spirits or leave her longing?

Pairings (reader is female): Negan x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader, Thor Odinson x reader, Sam Winchester x reader, Negan x reader x Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester x reader, Geralt of Rivia x reader, Steve Rogers x reader

Word Count: 37041

Warnings (expect any combination): slight angst and commiseration, non-disclosure agreements, flirting, conversations about relationships, oral sex, vaginal sex, public nudity and skinny dipping, size kink, sex in a hot tub, suspension (sort of), intense sex, breeding kink, yoga, my obsession with Sam’s hands, massages, dirty talk, slight praise kink, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, and squirting, threesome, double penetration (vaginal/anal), handjobs, shower smut, sex in a kitchen, horse riding, wild nature sex, over-stimulation, excessive orgasms,  comfort, companionship, aromatherapy and hot stone massages, anal sex, light BDSM, restraints, spanking/paddling, anal play, double penetration with toys, gagging, cuddling, post-vacation blues

MASTERPOST

She woke early the next morning, noticing right away that the other side of the bed was empty, a note left on the pillow. Sitting up, she grabbed it, reading Negan’s short message, smiling to herself as she threw herself back down onto the pillows. He’d been the perfect gentleman last night, making no move to seduce her while they ate or during the movie they’d come back upstairs to watch. She had fallen asleep in his arms, full and content, though at some point she must have moved away, allowing him to slip out without disturbing her.

The note apologized for that, and also let her know what time she should expect “Steve”, her last companion at the ranch on her last day. She was trying not to dwell on it, and dragged herself from the bed when her stomach rumbled, dressing in jeans and a t-shirt to go and get breakfast.

Megan was the only member of staff in the restaurant, and Y/N was quite happy to enjoy the same Spotify list she’d listened to a few days before. She chose the oatmeal and fruit for breakfast, taking her time since she had plenty of it before Steve would be at her room. It was another beautiful sunny day, but she was hoping for an indoor activity, and something that didn’t require too much energy.

Steve arrived on time, twenty minutes after she had gotten back from breakfast, and he came armed with a large storage box and what looked like a fold-up bed. She didn’t question it at first, taken aback by the tight white t-shirt that seemed to be three sizes too small, stretching over his chest like he might burst out of it.

“Where do you want me to set up?” he asked. “And I just wanna double check you’re not allergic to anything.”

“Uh… set up?”

He grinned. “Aromatherapy massage. Don’t worry, I can show you my credentials.”

“I’m sure that’s not necessary,” she replied, gesturing to the lounge part of the suite. “I guess in here is cool?”

Steve’s grin only widened, his blue eyes lighting up happily. He shuffled past, dropping his bag gently onto the couch before lowering the table to the ground. “It’s gonna take me a couple of minutes.”

“Should I change?”

The way his eyes dragged over her was a little startling, like his demeanor instantly changed from excited puppy to horny deviant, and she could feel her own reaction to him. “Can’t massage you through a shirt,” he drawled, his voice still holding the bounce it did before. “If you’re happy with just a towel… or you can wear underwear, a swimsuit or something?”

“My lack of swimsuit seems to be a recurring problem this week,” she joked, heading to the bedroom, hearing his laugh in response.

It wasn’t like she didn’t know the potential of the situation, that this could possibly turn into something kinkier than a simple massage. As she stripped out of her clothing and found the biggest towel in the closet, a pleasantly sweet smell wafted from the lounge, and she stepped out with the fluffy fabric wrapped around her chest, covering her to her knees.

“What’s that smell?” she whispered, searching for the source.

Steve motioned to the oil burners he had set up around the room. “The aromatherapy part. This is ylang ylang and clary sage. I can change it if you don’t like it.”

“No, it’s nice,” she insisted, smiling as she drifted closer, avoiding the table he was setting up, spotting a collection of flat black stones inside what looked like a cooking pot. “What are these?”

“Hot stones. Have you ever tried them before?” She shocked her head and he smirked, clicking the last part of the table into place. “Well, now’s your chance. They feel pretty good.” Stepping back, he gestured to the table. “Would you like me to step out while you get comfortable?”

“I’d say yes but I guess this place has lowered my inhibitions a little,” she answered, grinning at her own amusement as she approached the table. “On my front?”

“Yeah.”

It wasn’t difficult to get onto the table and it seemed appropriately sturdy as she laid on her front, pulling the towel open so it was draped over her back. She adjusted herself on the cool, soft surface, before lowering her head into the hole at the end which forced her to look at the floor.

Steve’s fingers made her jump when he moved the towel, covering her from shoulders to knees, and she frowned into the headhole. “That good?”

“Yeah.”

“We’ll start with the stones, the heat will hopefully improve the effects of the massage. The towel is just to make sure you don’t get burned.”

She nodded, though she doubted he could see it, and she waited for the first stone. He placed it between her shoulders at the top of her spine and the warmth sank through the towel quickly. Steve worked fast, placing stones all the way down her spine, on her shoulders and on the backs of her knees, then he stopped.

For a few minutes, she laid still, feeling the weight of the stones on her back, shoulders and knees, listening to him move around and enjoying the pleasant smell of the oils filling the room. The warmth felt good, and she found her eyes drifting shut.

When he touched her, pressing his fingers lightly against her shoulder blade, she jumped, giggling nervously as he withdrew. “Sorry,” she mumbled.

“I’m gonna take them off now,” he chuckled, plucking the first stone from her lower back. One by one they went back into the pot, and when he was done, he pulled the towel down so it was only covering her butt and the top of her thighs. “Relaxed?”

“Very.”

Oil coated his fingers as he smoothed them over her skin, applying just the right amount of pressure to soothe the aching muscle underneath. It wasn’t long before she was melting under his touch, humming happily as he worked her into a boneless lump. When he moved lower, passing by the towel to her lower thigh, she moaned, eyes rolling as his fingers found knots she hadn’t known about.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, switching to the other leg.

“Really good,” she murmured, exhaling slowly. “Like really, really good.”

He laughed under his breath and kept going, working his fingers along her calf. She felt weightless, almost dozing under his pleasant touch, and when he stopped, she jerked awake. “Still with me?”

“Mmm, yeah.”

“Do you think you can sit up?”

She nodded, moving her arms sluggishly, hoisting herself up without a second thought for her nudity. Steve was ahead of her, tugging the towel around to her front, and she clutched it loosely as she swung her legs around, looking up at him with a dreamy expression. “You’ve got magic hands or something,” she mumbled, pressing her free hand to his chest. “Whoa.”

“You’re gonna need to shower to get the oil off,” he murmured back, steadying her with one big hand on her shoulder.

The thought was already falling out of her mouth before she could stop it. “Hmmm, does the shower come with you?” Her eyes went wide as he laughed, his boyish features crinkling with amusement. “Oh, god, that was so…”

“I mean, I’m not opposed,” he replied, still smirking. “Besides, if the shower gets too hot, you might end up dizzy. It’d be kinda remiss of me to leave you unattended.”

She scrunched her face up at his odd manner of speech. “You sound like some forties gentleman,” she scoffed, shaking her head.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“It’s kinda cute.”

Steve grinned. “I’ll take it.”

Moving the towel so she could hold it around herself, she let him take her hand and tug her towards the bathroom. He released her to turn on the shower, running his fingers under the spray to check the temperature as she lingered in the doorway. When he began to peel off his tight shirt, she bit her lip, curling her toes into the floor as he revealed the carved physique she’d been expecting.

“Are you coming or not?” he asked, smirking at her as he hooked his thumbs into his sweats and pulled them down.

She couldn’t find her voice as he stripped, eyes zeroing in on the half-erection between his legs, drinking in every inch of toned muscle and unblemished skin. “Uh…” The lump in her throat didn’t go away when she swallowed, so she inched forward, letting the towel fall when she got closer to him.

“After you,” Steve murmured.

Her whole body felt like it was vibrating as she stepped past him and into the stall. He followed, closing the glass door behind him, and Y/N held her breath as she slipped under the spray, concentrating on the warmth of the water. A second later, he was pressed against her, and she moaned when he started to kiss along her shoulders.

“Still feeling relaxed?”

She hummed in reply, leaning back against him just a little. His hands swept down her arms then across her belly, holding her for a moment before lifting them again to cup her breasts. Her nipples reacted instantly when his thumbs scraped over them, achingly hard with the slightest amount of attention. Steve chuckled against her throat, grinding his lower half into her, letting her feel just how hard he was.

“Turn around,” he whispered, lips caressing the shell of her ear. She obeyed, shuddering as she looked up at him, then yelping in surprise when he dropped. Her hands met the glass and the tiled wall when she flung her arms out, whimpering as Steve buried his face between her thighs and forced her legs apart with strong hands.

“Oh -” She bit her lip, trying to contain the moans. “Oh, god!”

He growled, dragging his tongue through her folds, one hand sliding up between her legs to cup her ass, and she threw her head back, gasping for breath. She didn’t know how she wasn’t sore from the intense attention she’d received the day before but the thought became inconsequential when Steve’s tongue plunged inside her. His hands held her fast, impossible strength in his arms supporting her weight as she caved in on herself, panting through an orgasm she hadn’t been prepared for.

Everything was white noise. She gulped down air as he kept licking her, pausing every so often to tease her clit and force her body to jerk in surprise. The pleasure didn’t stop, every wave like an aftershock, and she was near to begging him to fuck her when one slick finger slid between her cheeks. At the slight pressure on her tightest hole, an entirely new desire overcame her, and she rolled her head to look down at him.

He noticed her staring and stopped what he was doing, smirking up at her as he kept rubbing his finger against her ass. “What?”

“I - that feels good,” she moaned.

He pressed a little harder. “Does it?” he teased, eyes darkening a little. “You been fucked there, doll?” She nodded, and his finger dipped into her ass, barely even an inch but enough to make her whimper. “You like it?”

“Yes,” she hissed, unable to stop her body grinding back against it.

The finger disappeared as he got to his feet and she whined with disappointment. “You want me to fuck you there now?” He reached for the shelf behind her, grabbing a bottle of shower gel and squirting some onto his hand, slicking up his fingers. When his hand returned to her ass, the same finger rubbing against her hole again, she arched, allowing him to pull her body flush with his, trapping his erection between them. “How does this feel?”

Y/N cried out as his finger penetrated her up to the knuckle, the desire for more far outweighing the slight discomfort. Steve worked his finger back and forth a few times, watching her face as he did, smirking at the way she keened for more.

“Put your hands against the wall,” he whispered, withdrawing again.

She moved eagerly, standing with her legs apart without even thinking, and he groaned, running his hand down her spine and stopping at her ass.

“I wanna feel this pussy,” he muttered, “but I promise I’ll give you what you want.”

There was barely a second to process what he said before he was sinking into her, filling her pussy to the brim while she gasped against the tiles. He groaned as he settled deep, then pressed his fingers into her ass, two this time, up to the knuckle. She grunted, hands splayed over the tiles as she adjusted to the sensation but it was only seconds before her body wanted more.

“That’s it,” Steve moaned, twisting his arm to force his fingers deeper, fucking them in and out while he started to fuck her pussy. “Open up for me, sweetheart.”

Her cries were muffled against the tile as he kept working her open, the dual stimulation of his fingers and his cock inside her making her weep with pleasure. There was nothing rough about his touch at all, like he was weaving some kind of magic to make every thrust feel like her cells were singing. Soon enough, his fingers were easing into her with little resistance, and he pulled out, grabbing the soap to lubricate his shaft.

“You ready?” he groaned, rubbing the blunt tip between her cheeks. She whimpered, arching her back even more until he stopped her, chuckling as he pressed a hand to her ribs. “Relax,” he soothed, guiding her into a better position. “Don’t tense up.”

With a nod, she exhaled, unable to hold back the filthy sounds leaving her when his cockhead pressed against her tight asshole. “Oh fuck,” she whined, fingers becoming claws against the tiles when he started to push his way inside. The soap eased his path, and it wasn’t long before he was halfway in, and she felt like she would die from the pleasure.

“Just a little more,” he crooned, both hands on her hips now as he wiggled back and forth, letting her adjust to the stretch. “Fuck, taking me so well…”

He slid in to the root, and she lurched off of the tiles, gasping loudly as his arms wound around her, keeping her in place as she shuddered. Her fingers remained on the wall, though she was almost on tiptoes, practically impaled on him.

Steve grunted, twitching inside her. “How does that feel?”

“G-good.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

She nodded bonelessly, whimpering when his hand dropped to her cunt, two fingers finding their way to her clit within seconds.

“Do you want to cum like this?”

“Yes,” she hissed. “Please -”

He didn’t hold back, and she couldn’t fight the intense feelings sweeping away all rhyme and reason. His fingertips danced over her clit, bringing her to an easy orgasm, though he didn’t let up, fucking her harder if anything. Her eyes rolled back, but Steve held her in place, drawing every last ounce of bliss out of her before finally spilling deep. The evidence was quickly washed away by the shower, and when he pulled out, she could barely hold herself up, slumping against the shower wall.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he chuckled, reaching for the soap again.

She felt drunk as he washed her, sneaking a kiss or two as he did, perking up when he was done. Stealing the washcloth, she started to return the favor, and Steve let her, humming when her fingers brought him to renewed arousal.

“We really need to hurry up,” he admonished, peeling her hand from around his cock with a smile. “As much as I’d spend all night in here… you’ve got other engagements.”

“With who?” she asked curiously.

He grinned. “Negan’s expecting you for dinner.”

He was almost done packing up when she returned from the bedroom, freshly dressed in a loose frock that hung to her knees. She watched him for a moment, still feeling the buzz from the shower, wondering if there was more of the evening to come. Outside, the sun was low in the sky, and despite how relaxed she had felt earlier, she wasn’t tired in the slightest.

“Would you like me to walk you down?” Steve asked, and it took a second for her to realize he meant the restaurant, presumably where Negan was waiting for her.

She smiled. “I think I can find my way.”

“In that case,” he said, moving closer, leaning in to peck her on the cheek, “it’s been a pleasure.”

A giggle burst out of her, and she covered her mouth, blinking at him apologetically. “I think the pleasure was mostly mine.”

He winked, picking up the folded table. “Then I did my job.”

I want to hear your thoughts, hope you're enjoying this series! 🎃

[latibvles]

titling is for the weak. part three to the band au. also putting this on ao3 so uhh watch out for that when I post the link there! this turned out WAAAAAAAAY longer than I initially planned for it to be. anyways have the guys, a bar, a performance, and Vicki's perspective again as a treat. a special thank you (again) to @almost-a-class-act and @cody-helix02 for listening to me lament over naming this goddamn band. this one is aptly just called “The Bar Scene.” You Can also read the rest of this under the tag “ #au: let me down easy ” :)

A Sunday with Devil’s Piano starts in the studio. Reuben “Chuckler” Jeurgens (although his friends also call him Lew, of which he has many) walks in with Wilbur “Runner” Conley hot on his heels. Between them are five iced coffees. Jeurgens smiles as he crosses to put the fifth in the mini fridge they put in the practice room.

“For Lena, when she comes in.” He explains, in reference to Lena Riggi, the sound engineer who’s worked with the group since their first album, and also known for her work with the Basilone Brothers. As Conley heads immediately to the drum kit, Sidney “Sid” Phillips, bassist, walks in — face lighting up when Chuckler hands him the coffee, but he’s looking around the room like something’s missing.

That something, or rather, someone, is Bill “Hoosier” Smith, their lead guitarist and typically — the first one in the room.

Vicki taps away at the keyboard, glancing periodically at the digital clock on the bedside table, and then at the slip of paper, the name of the club the guys would be performing at sprawled in Corrigan’s neat print. He’d given her the venue name and address earlier that day. The guys would be playing tonight in town, as good of an opportunity as any to get photos. She figured she could hack away at the beginning of the article now.

But her words keep getting away from her and what replaces them isn’t nearly as productive.

Staring at the blinking cursor on her screen, the only thing that comes to mind is an acoustic guitar, its owner smug-grinned and messy-haired, making sharp remarks in a rumpled white t-shirt. And every time he caught her stare, she knew he got a sort of satisfaction from watching her face flush, or watching her look away.

Monday was worse. A clean-shaved, alert, not-hungover Bill Smith was more bold than late, disheveled, embarrassed and hungover Bill Smith. He brushed by her, looming over her notepad and she could smell the spice from his aftershave — but she didn’t say anything. He gestured with his pointer finger to her heading, grinned.

You always make a heart for the letter I?

Only for headings, she’d wanted to say. But he was far too close and his eyes were far too blue for her to form a coherent thought, so she just rolled her eyes instead

Vicki’s been working far too long to not be able to recognize a honey trap. Bill could be as kind and funny as her neighbors in Melbourne, it didn’t change the fact that rock bands lived life in the fast lane, and she’s watched too many of her coworkers end up in messes of their own after falling for the easy smiles and pretty faces that this line of work attracted.

The first thirty minutes is a hodge-podge of activity. They step into the booth to record what they can, and exchange ideas for new songs for their next album. “He’ll show up,” says Conley, not especially worried about his bandmate’s absence. “He’s just directionally challenged.”

And sure enough, thirty minutes past call time — Bill “Hoosier” Smith walks into the studio. He’s narrow-eyed and clearly exhausted from the previous night (when the band held a much more intimate performance at The Troubadour). What occurred after the band’s 30-minute set? They’ll never tell. But Smith wastes no time in grabbing his guitar, and getting down to business.

The best and worst part was that Bill, contrary to what the gossip mags and paparazzi claimed, didn’t mind striking conversation and answering questions. He, like the rest of his bandmates, was endearing in his own way. He talked fondly about his grandparents and his parents, his siblings and growing up in rural Indiana.

But Bill would ask questions too, and no one wants to hear that sob story, so she skirts around it with the story of how she met Bob Leckie after her interview and how he’d crashed on her couch for a couple months after breaking up with a girlfriend.

She takes one last look at the clock, and scrunches her nose. She’d have to continue this later. Thanks a lot, Hoosier.

Picking out clothes isn’t a difficult affair — slipping on the black dress and the heels, flattening her hair and parting it down the middle, hanging her camera around her neck in lieu of a necklace. Vicki calls for a cab while putting on makeup and thanks whatever higher power there is that she doesn’t poke her own eye out with a mascara wand when her brain is elsewhere.

By the time she’s stepping into the cab from the hotel lobby, she’s already fiddling with her camera in an attempt to stave off her own thoughts.

It was a smart move on Corrigan’s part, keeping their talent fresh with these smaller gigs and not letting the local nightlife forget their faces. She wasn’t at The Troubadour the night they performed, but she’d be there tonight. If the label wanted them to maintain relevance, this was definitely the way to keep at it without compromising the quality of their work.

Vicki sees the line out the door before she sees the white lights of the sign for the bar itself, and withholds a groan as she pays for the cab. She had no personal qualms about pulling out her ID, and if that didn’t work she’d just have to call Corrigan. She takes one last look at herself in the cab’s rearview before stepping out and crossing the street. She focuses on the precise click of her heels rather than the indiscernible noises of offense as she skips the line. The bouncer at the door looks at her with a raised brow.

“I’m with the band,” she supplies him with, watching as his eyes narrow, reluctant to let her in. She reaches into her purse to grab her Press ID. As she’s pulling it out, a warm hand presses against her back, and she snaps her head to the right.

Hugh Corrigan’s in one of his finely tailored suits, and behind him are three familiar faces with large black cases in their hands. He smiles at her, then looks to the bouncer as Vicki flashes the card to him.

“She’s with us,” Corrigan reaffirms with a nod, ushering her inside before security can object. He immediately retracts his hand after that as they walk into the mostly-empty bar, its future patrons outside and buzzing with excitement. “Hope you weren’t waiting there too long, Miss Graves.” He offers, all squared-shoulders and polite smiles.

The ones trailing in behind him are anything but polite.

“Shit, I didn’t realize you were comin’ to this thing,” Chuckler’s voice is drenched in mirth, flashing a smile. “What, you invited Leckie too?”

“What if I did?”

“Well we would’ve told Hoos here to put on a nicer shirt.” Without meaning to, her gaze immediately moves to him — and Sid lingering beside him, and he returns it. He’s in a black short-sleeved button-down, a watch on one wrist and several bracelets on the other. His hair’s parted and gelled in an attempt to keep it out of his face. He eyes Corrigan with blatant suspicion, although the latter can’t see it, before looking back at her and eyeing her up and down.

“I think he looks alright as he is,” Vicki decides, without thinking about it too hard. His lip curls, and she’s grateful for the dim lights hiding her flush. Adjusting the end of her dress, she rolls her eyes and looks away.

The back entrance door slams, echoing through the space before Runner calls out.

“Y’know the band performing before us is called Dumb Fucks?!”

—

Dumb Fucks isn’t half-bad for an opener, but she’s not here for them, so she sits with her Coke and lets her legs swing from the barstool, watching and waiting to approach the stage later once the guys take it. She didn’t plan on drinking anything stronger until after she got her pictures — if she stuck around that long. Across the bar, tending to drinks, a familiar face hums.

“You didn’t tell me you were working tonight,” Margie points out. Margie was currently interning at Fusion, and worked as a bartender here on weeknights. Vicki shrugs, watching the brown-haired girl salt a rim swiftly and then get to work on a margarita for someone two seats down. “Or that the drummer was cute.” Vicki laughs, with a roll of her eyes.

“Right, cause that’s what at the top of the list, cute drummers for Margie.”

“Well it could be, if you loved me more.”

“I love you just enough,” Vicki assures as Margie moves down the bar to slide the margarita over the counter, take another order, and mix another drink.

“Not enough to get me the number of your cute drummer friend.”

“You mean my drummer client?”

“Same difference,” and then, tossing a rag over her shoulder and leaning on the bar, she gets a catlike grin. “Although the guitarist couldn’t stop looking your way during soundcheck, you know,” there’s a giggle in there, somewhere, as Margie’s grin grows and Vicki rolls her eyes, reverting her attention back to the band onstage to avoid Margie peering right through her.

“Kinda hard not to look when someone sticks a camera in your face, I reckon.”

“Oh you’re the worst,” she bemoans, all but flinging herself on the countertop. “Right, cause every guy you interview smirks at you and licks their lips and totally shows off on a guitar solo, right? All for the camera?” Vicki laughs, turning to look at her friend who’s resting her chin on her fist.

“Do you want me to answer that seriously?” Margie huffs, exaggerating her point by rattling her cocktail shaker with a certain type of vigor as the opening act wraps their set. Ice rattling is drowned out by the scattered applause and faint murmuring as the lights of the stage dim so they can change the drumkit and the guitars. She then finalizes it by sticking out her tongue before pouring the drink into another glass and breezing by to another patron.

Vicki rises after a few minutes, camera in her hands, as the murmuring starts to crescendo and the lights come up with Runner’s familiar drum kit. There’s a fairly sizable crowd around the stage, but thankfully she gets to the front of it — and there’s enough room for her to move about. Her palms are unreasonably sweaty, and her hair’s standing on end, ignoring the occasional bumps and jostling from other people trying to cross the floor.

When Chuckler comes out, and then Sid, she can’t help but giggle at their stark contrast. Chuckler, all rock-star swagger and charm, versus Sid, who’s somehow maintained that endearingly sweet smile, his cheeks already flushed under the lights. He catches her eye and the corners of his eyes crinkle as he takes his spot further from her, at the left of the stage. And then Runner, full of energy, waving his sticks in the air once he takes his spot behind his beloved drums.

She really tries not to stare too hard, when Hoosier walks on right behind Runner. She knew it was coming, but Vicki swallows hard nonetheless. He looks positively golden under the lights, catching all those shades of dirty blonde in his hair, that looks way softer than she remembers it looking earlier (not that she’d been looking for long). Now though, it feels almost criminal to look away. She might need a drink after this after all.

They go straight into the first song. Chuckler’s voice in the mic is a surefire wakeup call, and she snaps back into herself.

She heard and watched them practice several times in the past two days, she even sat through soundcheck prior to this. She had pictures of them tuning up, one where he looked through his lashes and grinned at her, but said nothing.

This is fundamentally different. Were it not for the view being a bit different through her camera, she could get completely lost in the sight of him. It feels less like her losing her train of thought and more like him stealing it.

And if Vicki weren’t so painstakingly alert, every hair standing on end — she could mistake that warm feeling in her stomach as her being drunk.

She shifts her focus to Sid and his bright grin, fingers dancing across the neck of the bass. He nods his head along to the music and she smiles as the camera shudders and she gets three more shots of Sid, in all his bass-playing glory. Then shifting his attention to Chuckler, sticking his tongue out on the ad libs, his raspy baritone reaching every corner of the room.

By the time he greets the crowd at the end of the first song, they’re already buzzing with energy, barely able to contain their murmurings as Chuckler speaks into the mic.

She watches and moves as her camera requires of her, taking pictures throughout and conscious of bumping into other patrons. The guys onstage work up a sweat, jumping around or otherwise moving. Hoosier gets this grin on his face that she’s never really seen. All-encompassing, directed towards the guys around him, his hair no longer neatly done and now strewn about his forehead. He licks his lips and her eyes divert to his hands as they fly across the frets. He makes it look effortless.

He looks golden.

By the end of the set, she’s already making her way towards the bar, to Margie who’s got one of her more knowing smirks on her face.

“So are you gonna introduce me to the drummer or what?”

“No, but if you get me a drink I might change my mind.” Margie laughs at that with a roll of her eyes, but likely recognizes the look on Vicki’s face — fixing to make her a Manhattan.

Now, at the very least, she can blame the warm, tingly feeling on alcohol and not—

“Thought I knew that lady in the front row.” Fuck.

She turns her head, as Hoosier takes up the seat next to her. She swallows hard as she catches the whiff of sweat mixed with whatever cologne he wears. In the moments where he asks Margie to get him a beer and she agrees, Vicki does her best to brace herself.

“And what if that seat was taken?”

“I’m sure whoever he is won’t mind if I keep you company.” Vicki scoffs, finishing off her drink and ordering another.

“Is that what you’re calling it?”

Hoosier twists the bottle around between his fingers. Vicki’s gaze moves from his hands back to his eyes. He runs his fingers through his hair, to push some of it from his eyes, but it still falls over his forehead.

“Well then what would you call it?”

“A bad idea,” his brows shoot up at her forwardness. She takes a sip of her drink, focusing on the burn of the whiskey as she swallows rather than on the intensity of his stair. “You’re much more marketable if you aren’t seen with a girl. The public likes attractive, single young musicians.”

He leans towards her and she sucks in a breath when his arm brushes hers. She tries to tell herself it’s for purely logical reasons — it’s a crowded bar and he’s just spent the past two hours carrying harmonies and talking into a mic, so he doesn't want to strain his voice by talking over the din. But Hoosier makes it very hard to believe that, looking her up and down like he did when they first walked in.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re a bad liar?” She turns her head a little more to stare at him, saying nothing. “‘N you still haven’t told me to go away yet.” He points out. She swallows hard, licking her lips and returning his stare.

“Would you go away? If I told you to?”

“If you want me to,” She doesn’t have a response for that, not one that’s true, so she says nothing. But Vicki doesn’t look away, and neither does he. He just grins, knowing, and she doesn’t know if she wants to wring his neck out or pull him towards her and make him finish what he’s trying to start here. More importantly, she really hates how he’s seeing right through her right now. “You look good, by the way. Forgot to say that.”

Musicians really are nothing but trouble.

“You didn’t have to,” She can feel a flush creeping up her neck, but she certainly hasn’t drank enough to be incoherent. She knows it’s him, doing that. She hates that too. “I saw you staring.”

“You said I looked good,” he returns, bumping his knee against her bare one. “And I saw you staring.”

“I said you looked alright.”

“Ain’t it funny how synonyms work?” She rolls her eyes and snorts, shaking her head slightly.

“You’re not funny.”

“Then why’d you laugh?” He challenges, and she knows it’s meant to be playful. Vicki presses her lips together, and with her free hand, she takes his shoulder, gently pushing him back so there’s a distance between them again. It’s hard to ignore the heat of his skin through his shirt or the firm muscle there. He looks at her hand, and then at her. She glances to Margie tending to the bar through her periphery, in an effort to remember where and who they are.

“Cause this isn’t gonna go how you want it to.” She lets her hand fall, resting her elbows on the bar itself, waiting for the scrunch of his nose and some kind of venomous words thrown her way that she won’t write about to maintain some semblance of pride. You weren’t the first, Bill Smith, and you probably won’t be the last — but I’m damned before I become a notch on your bedpost.

But he doesn’t do anything like that. Bill takes another sip from his beer, then sets it down.

“I don’t want it to go anywhere,” he sounds almost reassuring. The smile Bill gives her then, is almost boyish. “I just like it when you talk.”

It’s not what she was expecting and the way he says it, as warm as he feels, leaves her without anything that she could say in rebuttal. She can’t help but wait for a ‘but’ or some kind of catch, even though nothing of the sort comes from him. Vicki stares at him, mouth slightly agape but he doesn’t seem to notice until she clears her throat.

“Watch my drink, yeah? I’m going to the restroom.” She watches him drag the glass towards him, and without another word, she slips off the barstool to beeline to the bathroom.

If Vicki’s heart is hammering harder than it had been all night, that’s no one’s business but hers.

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

I HAD ANOTHER LOCKED TOMB DREAM.

Well, not exclusively Locked Tomb, this time it was like a wild amalgamation of an anime, a TTRPG, and Harrhowhark was mostly just There for Some Reason.

I haven't even read anything TLT since I read Nona twice??? I think I started reading GtN again and half of HtN when I was on Very Long Flights in November, but I stopped when I got back from England.

Wh...

I can't even remember the Plot details, but the POV oscillated wildly between Me (As I Am In This World) watching an animated show, some kind of choose-your-own-adventure movie that you could interact with, and Actually Being Harrowhark In Those Situations.

I specifically remember being like "Ha, that person with black outfit and white accessories looks like Harrowhark-- and SKULL PAINT, WAIT THAT IS HARROWHARK!"

Throughout the dream, I remember being bewildered and delighted that they made Something Locked Tomb into an Animated Series.

(Why must my dreams tantalize me with so many various media adaptions, only for me to wake up and realize they're not real?!)

Gideon made an appearance for approximately 2 minutes to banter with her at one point, she might have been checking peoples' weapons, but mostly it was Harrowhark and... a huge group of people I can't remember anything about.

(random bits I remember and putting a cut because it did get kinda long, even though it's all just Vague Feelings at this point.)

The "plot" involved a lot of running from people, winning competitions, and some kind of threat from the sky where one character stayed out in the open for too long and something dropped on their head that killed them. I was like "Holy shit, they actually killed someone???" But I specifically remember being like, "probably a good thing that was only a side character", I was more shocked by the death being there than upset that That Particular character had died.

(I think that may have been Dream Canon staying true to IRL Canon where I mostly latch onto One singular Character and mostly only have emotional responses to My Favorite. ^^';; It takes a rare and special piece of media for me to LOVE more than One Character!)

I think my brain drew from Pokemon Horizons, because there were scenes that took place in a thing that was a hot air balloon basket sometimes, and others it was a huge airship???

There were also scenes on the ground though, like something happened in a high school locker hallway that had... something to do with people doing crimes I think, I have no idea why my brain decided that was an appropriate place to put that whole thing.

I wish I could remember the plot because it was Adventurous and I was having a GREAT time, totally engaged (or exhilarated in the moments It Was Happening to Me and not a character on a show).

But alas, I woke up to the alarm and it slipped away. it took a solid 20 seconds to transition from Stirring From the Dream to Actually Being Awake. I was dreaming Really deeply, apparently.

Not sure if that's because my subconscious was Inspired by the concert last night (Breaking Benjamin, Disturbed, and Jinjer!) or if it's because, as I told my qpp last night, "I've done more physical activity in the past 48 hours than I have in the entire past 6 months." And was thus absolutely Conked Out.

(Helped Mom move, moved some things into our own place, and then the concert, which is a situation I'm constantly moving in. Even being sore from moving things for 6+ hours, I can't help but sway and dance and slam the rock fist. So yeah, a Lot of physical activity. The most I've done lately is 10-minute walks to bus stops and physical therapy exercises, which are mostly just little muscles in my hips.)

[sgojoenthusiast]

so this is what he likes?

armin x reader

summary:

armin figured out he wants to be dommed whilst watching an erotic film with reader. she fucks him when she finds out.

cw: smut obviously, reader is a woman, fluff if you squint at the end, dom reader, kissing, armin likes playing w boobs and having his boobs played with, virgin armin, they watch a sex scene together and things escalate, reader is a bit mean and confident, degrading, praise, pet names. recently edited - i swear i have better fics than this guys this was my first lol.

word count: 1.8k

likes, comments and reposts are deeply appreciated! <3 enjoy.

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The man on the tv whimpered as the woman on top of him slapped him harshly, grabbing onto his face and whispering dirty words into his ear.

As much as he wanted to, Armin couldn’t tear his gaze away from the screen.

In the past, he’s tried oh so hard to get an erection from the porn he’d watched on his phone, but it was all the same.

A man fucking a submissive woman blah blah blah.

He'd searched everywhere to find something he enjoyed, so that he was prepared in the future when he had sex for the first time.

With his lack of experience, he was scared he wasn’t going to enjoy himself, so he tried his best to find what turned him on, so that he could figure out what to expect.

You and Armin had been friends since the beginning of college. you had met during your english class you shared and really hit it off. you had everything in common, except your personalities.

Armin was timid and preferred to stick inside with his close group of friends, however you were confident and loud and enjoyed going out.

He liked this difference between you two. you brought out the hidden confidence in him buried inside and made him dare to try more risky activities just from a flash of your compelling smile.

He couldn’t deny his attraction towards you, you were perfect and so hot.

The screen flashes as the moans grow louder. you seemed unfazed at the sight before you, as if the erotic nature of the film was something you were used to. He wished he could say the same, but as his dick grew larger at the sight of the handcuffed man whimpering and pleading under the merciless woman.

He begged and moaned for release, sending heat straight to Armin's dick which he longed to free.

He'd never been so hard in his life so when he tugs the blanket you shared over his lap in an attempt to cover up, you look at him with a smirk on the corner of your lips.

Of course you had already seen the hardness of his cock, it was practically screaming at you.

So this is what he likes? you could get behind that.

you’d be dreaming about Armin for months. his soft skin and precious lips, you yearned to have them placed against yours as you fucked him into nonexistence.

You shift your body slightly, twisting around and moving closer to Armin and resting your head on his shoulder. The close proximity resulted in Armin tensing up as you drew circles on his knee.

He moves his head back slightly, turning his head to meet your eyes which were already on his face. Heat rushed to his cheeks as he continued to look at the tv out of embarrassment.

“Something wrong, Armin?” you asked, seemingly innocently, but Armin could see the hidden mischief behind your eyes.

Your hand crawled further up his leg, until you were millimetres away from his burning erection. Your thumb swiped slowly on his thigh as his breath began quickening.

What was he gonna do? You were seconds away from finding out he got hard from watching a man be dominated on tv! Oh you’re gonna be so weirded out-

“You don’t have to hide it from me, ‘min,” you said with an alluring grin on your sweet face. “I'm not gonna judge you, baby. After all, you should feel how fucking wet I am.”

Your eyes pierced through his, causing him to gasp as his cock twitched in his sweats.

“Cmon baby, show me that pretty dick of yours. I know you’re itching to free it sweetheart”

Armin felt flustered as your hand slipped underneath the blanket. How on earth did you know?

He wanted you so badly to touch him, but he just didn’t know how to tell you. So when you asked him with an endearing look in your eyes “can i touch you, baby?”, he nodded with such ferocity he felt his head would come off.

You grinned devilishly at his eagerness. “What if I kissed you?” you murmured against his lips.

“I-I- I don’t-“ he wanted to scream yes, but the words wouldn’t come out of his mouth.

“What? you don't want me to kiss you? speak clearly Armin.” you asked with a frown.

“N-no! that’s not it!” he stuttered. “please! i need you to kiss me” he whispered the last half out.

“Good boy.” you said as you brought your lips together. A moan slipped out his mouth as you slid your hand on top of his raging boner.

You slipped your tongue into his mouth as he ground his dick on your hand. He moaned lewdly as you sucked on his tongue.

He pulled away to breath, still not believing what was happening. The moans on the tv grew louder, in sync with Armin's rising voice.

You placed your lips on his neck and pulled down his sweats. “No underwear? did you know i’d end up fucking you tonight? Dirty slut.” you placed your hand on his pretty pink cock and slid it up and down gently; barely any friction.

His eyes widened as the insult slipped past your usual kind lips, however, your words just went straight to his dick and he whimpered and begged whilst grinding up harder on your hand.

“I- I need more.” he said with the little confidence he had. Your eyebrow raised as you tore your gaze from his leaking cock.

“More? you don’t think this is enough? greedy boy. Why should I give you more, huh? I’m touching you aren’t i?” Armin continued pleading, whispering words about how he’s been so, so good and deserves it and how needy he is for your touch. “Tell me, ‘min, is this your first time? Have you ever been touched like this before?” you stroked his cock slowly and gently.

He wasn’t expecting you to ask such things. He stuttered in his words, unsure of how you’d react to finding out he was a virgin.

“So you are a virgin? There's no need to be ashamed, sweet boy. I’ll fuck you nice and good, you’re all mine now, baby. Promise me this slutty cock wont touch another woman?” you gripped his dick tighter to punctuate your mean words.

“I- I promise! Please just use me, touch me! do anything please, I promise I wont fuck anyone but you! I need your touch…” he whined, back arching.

Satisfied with his answer, you pulled away, and just before he was about to complain, you demanded, “take your shirt off and the rest of your clothes. now.”

He pulled the blanket off his knees, it now lay on the ground, and tugged his sweats off the rest of the way. He finished by pulling his shirt off, causing his hair to ruffle.

You did the same, you pulled off all your clothes and your underwear, so that you both were bare under each other’s gaze.

Armin gulped as he saw how wet your pussy was. You grabbed his chin and brought your mouth to his ear, nibbling slightly before saying, “eyes up on mine, Armin”

You encased him between your arms as you planted both your hands on the arm rest, trapping his head.

He brought his knee up between your thighs, earning him a quick smile as you began grinding your soaking pussy on his knee, never breaking the eye contact you held.

You moaned softly and Armin smiled whilst you bit your lip.

“You've been such a good boy for me, ‘min, yeah? Do you want a reward? Want me to fuck you?” his eyes beamed and chants of pleas and yeses fell out his mouth.

You grabbed Armin's dick firmly and hovered over it, lowering your hips down to meet your sopping hole with his erection. Armin bit his lip in suspense and excitement.

His first time ever got to be with you. He was the luckiest man on the planet.

You both moaned in unison as Armin's lengthy cock entered you. “Shit- you’re so big, ‘min. gonna fuck me full, huh? fuck yes-“

His dick twitched inside you as you praised and complimented him.

As you got used to his length, you began to move your hips slowly, causing him to hiss in delight.

Your cunt grew more needy for Armin so you sped up your movements until you were bouncing swiftly on his lap, pulling his head back by his hair and moaning uncaringly loud with your head thrown back.

Armin lifted his head up to meet your neck, his gaze slid down to your breasts bouncing along with your hips. His hands slid upwards along your smooth skin until he reached your pretty tits. He squeezed your skin and pinched your nipples, mesmerised by the sight in front of him.

You noticed armin’s infatuation with your tits and wondered how he’d react if you slid your hands down his back and around his torso to play with his nipples-

“Aghh! Nghhh-“ his hands which were palming at your tits, now grabbed on yours which were playing with his.

Fuck he felt like he was about to explode.

“I- I’m gonna c-cum. Please!”

“Shit, Armin. Can you hold on a little longer for me, baby?”

He whined as he threw his head back. You tore one of your hands away from playing with Armin's pretty nipples, and instead grabbed his hand and led him towards your throbbing clit.

He hesitated a moment before moving his thumb. You swore at the contact, causing Armin's eyes to widen. He wanted to make you feel good. Wanted to make you cum.

He applied more pressure and speed, your head fell onto his shoulder so you sucked and bit on his neck, bringing the hand that was guiding Armin's back to his nipple.

Armin couldn’t hold it any longer. The feeling of you bouncing on his dick, playing with both his nipples and moaning and kissing against his neck was too much.

“I can’t hold it in-“

“Cum for me, baby” you panted.

That's all he needed to hear in order for him to release his heavy load inside you.

Seconds after, with the combined feeling of Armin rubbing your clit and his pretty cock hitting your g spot, you folded and came hard on his dick.

Armin whined and cried as you tightened around him and your grip on his tits hardened.

You placed your forehead against his, and breathed slowly.

His dick still rested inside of you as he asked, “does- does this mean you like me? or was this just…”

You smiled slightly. “‘min, you caught my eye the second i saw you. Of course I like you.”

You slipped off him carefully, both of you winced. you were just about to get off him and clean yourselves up when armin’s head collapsed on your shoulder. Before dozing off he whispered, “I like you too.”

[emjiroki]

Alpha Enji Todoroki x Omega Reader series part three

18+ MINORS DNI I WILL BLOCK AND REPORT

Word Count: 18.8k 🤯

Warnings: Explicit Scenes and Language, kidnapping, drugging, mentions of human trafficking ring, Other illegal activities (crime family), mentions of past domestic abuse, mentions of past child harm (Shoto’s scar), Omegaverse, Mating, Bonding, Biting, Blood, knotting, mentions of murder or bodily harm.  

A/N: The long awaited last part is finally here! I’m so proud to finally be done with my first series and I couldn’t have gotten here without all of you! I hope you enjoy; Likes and Reblogs very much appreciated! 

Tagging @the-lone-librarian @myhero-allmight

You sat looking out the front window, chin propped in your hands, as rain thrummed against the roof and streamed down the glass. It had been gray all day, storm clouds rolling in and swelling with rain. The news chattered quietly in the background, only being interrupted by the shuffling of Enji’s paper and the occasional rumble of thunder. 

“Are you sure they’ll show up? The weather is only going to get worse” You said as lightning flashed with another crack of thunder, further accentuating your point. 

“After that last performance, Toshinori and I are both geared for the warpath. They’ll be here, with smiles on their damn faces” Enji said, scent souring with irritation as his reading glasses slipped down his nose.

You moved from the chair by the window over to the couch, snuggling up against him and wrapping your arms around his bicep.

“Do you want me with you?” You asked, eyes trained on the tv as you pressed your cheek against his arm. 

“No.” He snapped a little too forcefully, face lightly flushing as he folded his paper closed, “You will stay here. This job is confidential anyway”. 

“Are you sure there isn’t another reason?” You teased, keeping your eyes forward as he glared at you.

“You know I don’t want that other Alpha around you. You don’t have to bring it up” He grumbled with a soft growl, throwing the paper onto the coffee table and shaking you off to get up and go to the kitchen.

You bit your lip to stifle a laugh, jealousy always looked cute on him. This big Alpha getting flustered and anxious, even if he kept a moderately tame exterior most of the time. But when his patients thinned, fuse burning to its end, it never ended well. There had been more than a few times some dumb Alpha had decided to be “too nice” as he called it. Enji always cooed so sweetly into your ear to leave the room and wait on the bed for him, Keigo and Touya growling and cursing at each other as they scrubbed blood from Enji’s expensive office rug the next morning. You also knew that it wasn’t just natural instincts flaring up. Guilt still hung heavy in the house after the failed family dinner the weekend before. 

You and Fuyumi had been in the kitchen since late afternoon happily talking as you prepared everything for dinner, waiting for Shoto and Touya to show up as Natsuo had been here when you and Enji had gotten home from the store. The red-haired Alpha had immediately taken to the stairs, avoiding his second-oldest son like the plague. 

“Hi Natsuo, did Fuyumi let you in?” You asked with a smile.

“This is my house. I have a key,” He snapped, his grey eyes sharp as stones. You watched his face grow flushed with anger when he spotted the fresh mark on your throat, teeth grinding together almost audibly. 

“Right. Sorry about that,” You said quickly, wanting to get to the kitchen and away from this angry Alpha as quickly as possible. 

“Don’t worry about Natsu’ He’s just..angry about mom” Fuyumi had said quickly in her brother's defense after you had asked her about the hostility. Natsuo hadn’t really come around again after his outburst at dinner that night, where the table was nearly flipped and almost everyone was left in shock. Except for Enji and Touya. The eldest brother rolled his eyes and got up to head out for a cigarette. Enji simply sighed and went back to eating, asking Fuyumi how her studies were going as if his son hadn’t just gone beet red from anger. Screaming about how Enji couldn’t just replace Rei like this. Like she never meant anything to him. Just thinking about the cold rage in his dark grey eyes as he glared between you and his father had your stomach twisting

The sound of the freezer door slamming made you jump. You did feel a little bad teasing him. He had been so tense all day. You made to get up and go to the kitchen and apologize but a heavy knock at the front door stopped you. 

“Keigo!” Enji’s deep voice shouted from the kitchen, “Get the door and take them to my office!”.You suppressed a laugh as Keigo came sliding down the banister of the stairs, slipping off the end and nearly falling into the floor before smoothing his hair back. 

“You guys are late,” He said when he opened the door, a flash of lightning lighting up the entryway as he looked down at his watch.

“Yeah well that’s what happens when you run into a storm that sends traffic into a snail crawl ten minutes after you leave, we planned to be here on time” Izuku snapped, you could hear his umbrella shut.

“I said the weather would get bad, dumbass” Katsuki’s low voice said from behind him. They were at the bottom of the stairs when Izuku whirled around.

“I told you to shut it. And keep it shut, this deal has to go off without a hitch or Toshinori is going to have my throat” the green-haired Beta snapped, the blonde Alpha in front of him growling as he pointed a finger into his chest. 

“Whatever you say Deku” Katsuki sneered with a roll of his eyes, fists clenching in an effort not to knock his hand away. 

“Soon enough it’ll be Boss to you,” Izuku said, glancing to the side and noticing you watching them from the living room. He smiled, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. “My apologies-”. Enji’s reverberating snarl cut him off, the scent of heavy smoke sending your heart pounding. 

“Do not talk to her” Enji snapped. Izuku put his hands up in surrender, emerald eyes going to the floor. The red-haired Alpha turned, eyes flashing over to Keigo who shrank under the pure anger. His massive hand clenched into the blonde Alpha’s shirt, a deep growl in his chest. “What happened to ‘Take them to my office immediately?” Enji said, voice gravely and cold as he yanked the smaller man forward, venom coating the words that were practically hissed in the blonde’s ears. 

“S-Sorry Boss, we’re going now” Keigo stammered, legs shaking slightly as he bared his throat, golden eyes looking anywhere but at the bigger Alpha still growling at him. You got up from your spot on the couch, unable to tell when this aggressive show of dominance would turn into bloodshed and deciding it was better to get out ahead of it. 

“Enji,” You said quietly, almost carefully as you placed a hand on his arm. Keigo’s shirt was immediately loose from his fist, the blonde scurrying back away as Enji turned to you, arms going around you with a growl and moving you back to the couch. You watch around your Alpha’s hulking shoulder as Keigo hurries the other two up the stairs, Katsuki catching your gaze once before Izuku shoved him to move up. You sighed with relief once they were out of sight upstairs, leaning up and wrapping your arms around Enji’s neck. 

“They’re gone,” You said, feeling his muscles relax slightly even as his scent still raged like a forest fire. 

“Good. Too many eyes on you” He growled, nudging your head to the side to bury his nose against your scent gland, right where his mark was. 

“I’m sure no one missed this mark on my throat,” you said, cheeks heating as he swiped his tongue against the raw skin, a deep purr of approval rumbling from his chest. 

“I want everyone to see it” He purred, pressing hot kisses against your jaw, “Need everyone to know you’re mine”.

“You’ve been so tense lately that I don’t think anyone is going to forget. Trust me” You said softly, placing your hands on his shoulders. He pulled back to look at you, turquoise eyes burning bright as he searched your face, looking down at the mark reddening your skin and bringing his hand up to graze a thumb against it.

“Tense doesn’t even describe it,” Enji said in a hushed tone, the expression on his face conveying that he wanted to say more, but resigned silence took its place. He traced his left hand lightly up your waist, keeping you close as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. A yearning growl escaped him as you sighed into his mouth, your hands tracing up to his chest and ghosting fingers teasing the top button of his shirt. He pulled away with a soft chuckle, pupils blown wide even as he tried to keep himself under control.

“The things I would do to you if I didn’t have them waiting upstairs,” Enji said, pressing a huffing kiss to your temple before going to the door, “Stay down here until they leave, I’ll come to get you for bed”. You nodded with a resigned sigh, going back to the couch and turning on a movie as your pulse raced and heat pooled in your gut. 

《♡》

You didn’t remember falling asleep, only that you had put some movie on and had curled up on the couch to wait. But now it had to be at least nine-thirty, the windows having gone dark except for the flashes of distant lightning through the clouds. You wrapped your blanket around you and made for the kitchen, listening closely for any sound from upstairs. You couldn’t hear anything but that didn’t mean much in the way of being a good thing. Your stomach growled as you searched through the fridge, then pantry before deciding on some packaged cookies. You sat at one of the island bar stools and opened your snack, scrolling through your phone for a minute before you heard footsteps coming down the short hallway. You didn’t expect Katsuki to come through the door, and judging from his wide eyes he hadn’t expected you either. 

“Hi,” You said quickly, not really sure what else to say as you sat rigid in your seat. His smokey, sweet scent inadvertently had alarms ringing in your head, natural instinct telling you this wasn’t safe, even if he hadn’t posed any threat. In fact, he was doing everything he could not to look at you, still refusing to cast his eyes to the floor for an omega but looking at anything else. 

“Hi,” He said gruffly, locking his eyes on the fridge. “Just grabbing water”. Once he was digging through the fridge you relaxed a little. You don’t know what came over you but you asked out of curiosity. 

“How is everything going up there?”. Katsuki paused, water bottle in hand. You guessed he hadn’t expected you to speak again.

“Fine. Better than expected” He said, shoulders tight with caution. 

“That’s good, I get worried when things are too quiet,” You said, biting one of your cookies in half. The blonde Alpha snorted a laugh.

“Figured quiet would be a good thing”. ‘Not in this house’ You thought ruefully. You knew what quiet meant. Bloody laundry and body bags being dragged down your stairs when Enji didn’t think you could see. Tending to the bruises and lacerations on his knuckles from teeth, and sometimes exposed bone, cutting into the thickened flesh. 

“I gotta get back upstairs but can I ask you something?” Katsuki asked, breaking you away from your thoughts.

“I guess,” You said with a shrug, slightly nervous now. Enji always said not to talk to anyone that doesn’t work for him about your situation. 

“Did he… really buy you?” He asked. The silence was heavy, you not really knowing if it was okay to talk about and him probably knowing he crossed a line. 

“I guess his son Touya did really but yeah,” You said quietly. You hadn’t really thought back to that night in a while. Or to any of the nights and days before that, when you were caged up just hoping not to die. 

“Just curious. Wondering if the rumors were true” Katsuki shrugged, cracking open the lid of his water bottle. 

“Rumors?” You asked, suddenly just as curious as he seemed to be a moment ago. 

The blonde nodded, “Yagi was champing at the bit to meet the omega that caught Enji’s eye. Especially since his ex-old lady is in the looney bin”. You flinched a little, Enji hadn’t told you that. Only that they were divorced a few months before the auction night. 

“He doesn’t tell you much does he?” Katuski asked, reading your silence like a book, crimson eyes searching your face. You shook your head. Enji had always told you the less you know, the better. 

“Well the less you know, the better. Princess” He said, echoing your thought and leaving the kitchen without another word. You barely had time to gather your thoughts before the front stairs erupted in activity. The sound of multiple pairs of stumbling footsteps and Keigo and Izuku’s laughter, the jingling of car keys, and the front door opening. You abandoned your snack and went out to the hall, watching as Enji ushered a drunk Izuku out the door into the hands of Shoto’s assistant Inasa, Katsuki growling under his breath and attempting to snatch the car keys from his hands as the drunk Beta tried to drag him to the car. 

“Take them to Yagi’s place, dump them on the driveway. I’ve already told him you’re coming” Enji said, rolling his eyes as Izuku fell into one of the plants on the porch.

“Yes sir,” Inasa said, hauling Izuku up with a sigh. Enji slammed the door and locked it, grumbling something about “idiots” under his breath.

“Keigo, you’re too buzzed to drive home,” the red-haired Alpha said, pointing towards the couch where you had previously been sleeping. 

“Sure thing Boss,” Keigo said with a tired sigh, immediately crashing down into the cushions and pulling the other spare blanket over himself. Enji turned to you, realizing that Katsuki had come from the same direction, and froze. 

“Did he bother you?” He growled, scent rising to threatening levels as you walked over and snuggled against him.

“No, he was just getting a bottle of water” You reassured, your Alpha instantly relaxing as you purred against his chest. “Ready for bed?”

“There are some things we need to discuss first,” Enji said, shoulders stiff and scent smokey with uneasiness, “Let's go upstairs”. 

《♡》

“I wanted to let you know that Yagi and I are going to be going on this job with Keigo,” Enji said as you were fixing your pillows on the bed. You gave him a questioning look, he never gave you much of a warning before leaving for work.

“Oh. Okay?” You said, pulling your blanket down, “Can I ask why you’re going?”. An exasperated sigh escaped him. You knew he liked to keep you as far from anything having to do with business as possible, especially after what happened with Yagi last time.

“Apparently this CEO is someone Yagi and I know personally, used to work with my Father. That Beta boy, Midoriya, is wanting his mate to take over the company but the old geezer won’t sell” Enji said, fixing the case on his pillow.

“Who’s Midoriya’s mate? Another Boss?” You ask. Enji laughs, a loud barking laugh you didn’t hear often. Only when he found something really funny.

“No sweetness, Just some nothing Beta girl who wants what she’s owed,” the big Alpha said, “Yagi and I are going to have a meeting with him, see what’s holding him up from selling and if by the end he’s still being stubborn well…”. You didn’t need to wonder what that meant, or where Keigo came into this equation. You knew he would be stationed on a nearby rooftop waiting for the opportunity to blow a piece of lead through the man’s head the moment he stepped from cover. You suddenly felt sick, the thought of Enji leaving sending your stomach twisting in knots. 

“Are you… sure you have to go?” You asked quietly, hand unconsciously going up to run a finger along the still red mark gracing your neck. A rumbling croon pulled itself deep from his chest at the sight of your distress.

“Unfortunately, I do. Only for a couple of days. But that kind of leads me to my next question” He said, pulling your arm lightly so you were sitting down next to him at the foot of the bed. The intensity in his teal eyes had you blushing before the question even left his mouth. “Do you remember when your last heat was?”. Fire bloomed in your cheeks, mouth going dry as you looked down away from his gaze. You couldn’t remember, piecing together any memories of the last couple of years that weren’t riddled with some drugged illusion was nearly impossible. 

“I don’t know. At least a year” You said quietly, praying he didn’t get angry even though you didn’t know why he would. 

“A year?” He asked,hand-holding yours tighter in shock. 

“At least” You repeated. Your heart slammed in your chest. You had known this conversation was coming, since the moment you allowed him to put his mark on you. 

“This is why I wanted to tell you that I was going to be gone, my love” Enji said, sensing your distress and pulling your wrists up to his throat, spreading his woodsy fiery scent across your skin. “An Alpha’s bite sends Omega’s into heat. Usually about a week after the first part of the bond is placed”. 

“First part?” You asked a little lightheaded from his dominating scent clouding the air around you. 

“You have to bite me too, Sweetness.” He said, a purring rumble escaping his chest as he pressed light kisses to the pads of your fingers, “But Omega’s only can when they’re in heat”. A responding purr bubbled up to your throat as he pressed closer against you until realization hit you like ice water. 

“Wait, so you’ll be gone when I… you know?” You asked, not liking to say the word. Enji chuckled, a warm hand tracing up your ribs.

“I’ll be back before then.” He said reassuringly as his scent lost the alluring edge, morphing into something more serious so quick it nearly gave you whiplash. 

“But if I’m not, you call me and I’ll be home in record time”. 

“I’ve heard it's dangerous for Omega’s to go through heats alone.” You said quietly. His hand cupped your chin, forcing you to look at him. 

“You won’t be alone,” Enji said, scent burning with urgency as he pulled you into his chest, heavy arms circling around you protectively, “I’ll be there for you.” You could hear his heart pounding, the muscle thrumming heavily against your ear as he held you, crushing you so close it felt as if he was trying to bury you in his chest next to it. You had never seen him act this way, the waves of anxiety rolling out in his scent were nearly suffocating.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked. His arms loosened, falling away as if he had just realized what he was doing. He nodded, turquoise eyes bright with apprehension. 

“Is that… what happened to Rei?” You asked quietly. Enji flinched. You never asked about her. He never talked. She was like a ghost that no one mentioned in his presence, the fear of his rath ringing too deep with those that have seen what he could do.

“Among other things. yes,” He said, looking down at the floor between his feet. You waited for him to continue, Enji sighing when he realized that you weren’t going to drop it like you usually did any other time she was brought up. 

“She had always had an idealistic home life. Her parents were well-off business people, had a happy marriage, and children. That’s exactly what she wanted. What she, unfortunately, didn’t realize until she was in the back of a van was that her father had borrowed and never returned money to my father. To pay off half of his debts, her father sold her to us. She never got over that” He explained, still looking at the floor as he continued, “The marriage arrangement was my father’s idea. He no longer wanted Rei in his house due to the upset she was causing my mother so he brought her to me. We were married two weeks later. She came into the marriage resenting me for being my father’s son, for being who I was. At that point in my life, I had never thought about getting married. Mating and bonding with anyone. I was focused on pleasing my father and making sure this family was passed to me”. The only time Enji had ever really opened up was that one drunken night two weeks after you had been brought to him. And he had never brought it, or the subject of Rei, up again since. With his mark in your flesh and the bond half forged you could feel his unease, the pain and shame practically leaking from the pores of his skin, it made your stomach churn. 

“All she asked of me was to give her children,” Enji said, eyes trained on something distant that you knew you wouldn’t be able to see, the aqua blue always bright and glowing having gone dull with far off memories. “One child’s life is enough to risk in a life like this, but Shoto is our fourth. I put a stop to it, even if her hatred for me only increased. But the hate was not undeserved, I was unnecessarily cruel to her. She ended up lashing out at Shoto, nearly killing him. That’s why she’s now in a mental institution. I’m the reason she's there.” The room felt like it was charged with electricity, like the lightning from outside had made its way in here to make your ears ring. 

“So that’s why Shoto has that scar?” You asked, Enji turning to you as if forgetting you were there. 

“Yes.”

“You never let her mark you?”.

“No. I never wanted it and she never asked, even if she had ever wanted to. She never wanted me to mark her either.”. You were confused. Enji has made it clear of his commitment to you, wants you to mark his throat where pale untouched skin lay now. But Rei wasn’t allowed to mark him. His first mate. The mother of his children. Why you? Why now? So many unspoken questions and you knew they were written on your face from the snort of exasperation.

“I know it must be confusing. But it’s simple. We didn’t care for each other the way we were meant to. I didn’t love her the way she needed”. You looked down at your hands clasped together in your lap, contemplating all of the information he just shared with you. It wasn’t very often he was this open.

“Do not hide your thoughts from me” Enji said with a stern tone. 

“I just… why me?” You asked in barely a whisper, still hesitant to look up. Enji’s eyes never failed to steal your breath away, especially when he was looking down at you with so much unbridled passion. 

“There was just something about you. It set my soul alight. Like I had found something I had long been looking for” He said, leaning in and brushing his nose against your throat, “But it was those such intense feelings that made me leave. Had me running fast and far away before I ruined another innocent with my degradation. I am completely undeserving of you”. Tears were welling up in your eyes as he pulled you up into his lap, your body immediately relaxing into his warmth. 

“I don’t want to be anywhere else” You hiccuped with a relieved sigh, “I couldn’t imagine not being with you”. Your tears spilled over onto his shirt, staining in wet dark blotches. Enji pulled you away to wipe your face, placing feather-like kisses against your cheeks and chin until you were purring lightly.

“Don’t cry sweet one. These sins are mine to atone for. I promise to never squander my second chance” He said, the deep rumbling of his purring making your blood feel hot and your bones turn to jelly. You curled yourself closer against him, tears drying against your cheeks as his warm, comforting scent began to lull you to sleep. You only stirred awake when Enji shifted on the bed, still holding you to his chest as he maneuvered the blanket up around you. 

“I love you. With everything I have left” Enji whispered, oblivious to the fact that you could still hear him. 

《♡》

“Now you’re sure you’ll be okay?” Enji demanded for the fourth time the next day as you were helping him pack his carry-on for his flight. 

“Yes, I promise. Everything will be fine, you’ll only be gone for two days anyway” You said with a hidden roll of your eyes. He had been on edge all morning, from the moment he woke up at five a.m for a three-thirty flight, until now just twenty minutes from when their driver would be here to take them to the airport. 

“A lot can happen in two days,” He said, “That’s why I’ve asked Fuyumi to come over tonight to check up on you”. You groaned in annoyance. 

“Enji, She has her own life to deal with. Don’t make her waste her time, I’ll be fine”. 

“This isn’t up for discussion,” Enji snapped with finality in his tone. He wasn’t budging on this. He was already upset enough having to leave you, his scent burning and heavy with distress, it was probably best not to push him. 

“I’m going to miss you while you’re gone,” You said, sliding the book he was currently reading into the front pocket of his bag. A comforting rumble rose from his chest, pulling you into him when he could smell the hints of loneliness on your scent. 

“I’ll miss you too,” Enji said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“HEY, BOSS! CARS HERE!” Keigo’s voice called from downstairs. 

“If you need me. Call me. I don’t care where I am or what time it is, I’ll be there” Enji said as you descended the stairs to see Keigo holding the door open for their driver to collect their suitcases. 

“I’ll call you to come back as soon as your plane lands,” You said teasingly. He huffed a small smile and squeezed your hand.

“I can only hope you would.” 

It hurt to see him climb into the passenger seat and drive away. Like your entire body was calling out to him not to leave. Not to leave you alone and afraid to be without him. You wouldn’t have told him that even if someone had paid you though,  knew that if you had let on how much it pained you to let him go that he would never have gone. You fought the tears welling up in your eyes, took a deep breath to calm your shaking hands. Everything would be fine, Enji would be back in two days.

《♡》

Why was it so hard to leave? His gut twisted as he watched the house fade behind him. His heart was thudding like he had run a mile as he settled back into his seat, taking a deep breath to try and calm himself. Enji couldn't explain the feeling of emptiness in his chest, why it was taking everything not to get the driver to turn around and take him home for one more embrace. One more opportunity to hold you close. 

“Boss, she’ll be okay,” Keigo said as if hearing the thoughts running through his mind, “It’s the bond bringing up anxiety”. It wasn’t as comforting as the Blonde Alpha was hoping, doing almost the exact opposite as Enji’s hands clenched into fists. You were probably a wreck right now, all of your instincts begging for him to come back. He didn’t like that thought, nearly pulling his phone from his pocket and calling you right then. That is until he noticed through the rearview that a dark car was weaving in and out of traffic, coming to a slow behind them. At first, it seemed strange, but reckless drivers were common nothing too unusual. Until they started changing lanes along with their car. And any turn they made or adjustment they made was matched. 

“Drive faster and take two right turns” Enji instructed the driver.

“Sir I’m in the far left lane, taking a right would put an extra ten minutes on our drive” The driver explained, obviously not noticing the car behind them. 

“Just do what I tell you,” Enji snapped, “I think we’re being followed”. 

“Followed? By who?” Keigo said turning in his seat to look at the vehicle behind them. Enji forcibly turned Keigo’s head to face forward. 

“Don’t look, I don't want them catching on” Enji growled, watching carefully through the mirror. As their driver flipped the blinkers and began merging so was the car behind them. Keigo pulled out his phone, pressing the number three speed dial button, and held it to his ear.

“Touya are you in the car behind us?” The blonde Alpha asked, his confusion evident in his tone. Enji listened as his oldest son said No, that he wasn’t even close to the freeway right now. They took the first right turn as Keigo was asking Touya to get a hold of Natsuo, telling him to get someone on the road right now. But as the second right came up the car switched lanes and went ahead of them, speeding off before they could get a license plate. 

“What the hell do you think that was?” Keigo asked, his gold eyes flitting back and forth between his window and the rearview nervously. 

“I don’t know, but I don’t like it” Enji growled uneasily, “Let Natsuo know that I want someone on patrol around the block tonight”.

“Yes sir” Keigo agreed, sending the second eldest brother a quick message as they pulled into the roundabout for the airport. “Are you gonna call y/n? Let her know what’s going on?”.

“It's better not to. Her instincts are going to be going wild enough as it is, we don't need her paranoid on top of that. It might send her into an early heat,” Enji said, even as the uneasiness in his chest was growing every step he was taking into the airport, bags clenched tightly in his hands. 

‘I’ll be home tomorrow night, she’ll be okay until then’

《♡》

“Fuyumi you really didn’t have to come over. I’m fine, everything’s been really quiet” You said when you opened the front door, Fuyumi in the doorway with a take-out bag in hand.

“And risk my father getting upset with me? No thanks,” She said, handing you the drink holder and passing you on her way to the kitchen. You both paused when you heard a car racing up the drive, spraying the small gravel stones as they passed the still open gate and came to a stop. 

“Get in the house. Now” Natsuo barked, slamming the driver's side door and making his way to the door. 

“What’s going on? What are you doing here?” You asked, you and Fuyumi sharing a look as he moved you back from the doorway to shut the door.

“Father called and said they had a weird encounter on the highway, told me I needed to stay here and watch the cameras,” He said, an almost desperate twinge to his voice even as his light scent revealed nothing.

“Why didn’t he call me?” You wondered out loud, thinking of grabbing your phone and calling him. ‘He’s probably still flying’

“Why would he? What are you gonna do?” Natsuo replied sharply, turning and heading for the stairs, “I’ll check the cameras, stay here”. Neither you nor Fuyumi could say another word before he was gone, leaving you both puzzled as you took the food to the kitchen to grab plates. 

“I wonder what happened?” you asked, setting the drinks on the island before going over to grab plates from the dishwasher. 

“Who knows. The job comes with risks,” Fuyumi trailed off, suddenly sensing your uneasiness and backtracking with a flush to her pale cheeks, “But don’t worry, I’m sure it’s nothing”.

You didn’t say anything, you and her fixing your food in silence before heading to the living room. Fuyumi was scrolling through channels trying to find something to watch as you picked at your food, stomach curling in knots as you thought about Enji and whatever had happened earlier today. You knew he wouldn’t call you to tell you anything was amiss, was adamant about keeping you as stress-free as possible. No matter how tense he had been before leaving, the apprehension practically poured off of him. 

“We forgot the drinks in the kitchen,” Fuyumi said, setting the remote to the side after finding a show.

“I’ll get them for you,” Natsuo said from the doorway suddenly, passing by towards the kitchen. You hadn’t even heard him come down the stairs. You suddenly made to get up, setting your plate of food on the table. 

“No, it's fine I’ll get them,” you insisted, a bad feeling consuming your body. Something was screaming to not let him out of your sight, pushing you to follow him as he waved you off with a dismissive growl. 

“It’s fine, don’t let your food get cold,” Fuyumi said, a questioning look in her dark eyes when she detected the sourness of your scent as an adrenaline flash made sweat break against your temple. You nodded, not trusting your voice as you sat back down, body still tense as you listened to Natsuo’s footsteps coming back, both of the cups in hand. Fuyumi immediately took hers from her brother but you just stared apprehensively at the cup until he rolled his eyes and set it on the table. You heard him mutter something under his breath but you paid him no mind, everything in you focusing on your thrumming heart. Maybe you were just being paranoid. There was no reason to be feeling this way, what motivation would he have to do anything. You suddenly felt guilty for the anxious thoughts running through your mind, fire burning in your cheeks at your behavior before picking your cup up and taking a drink. Nothing tasted off, the consistency was fine, it was just tea. You felt foolish at that moment and refused to even look at the white-haired Alpha who had seated himself in a chair on the far side of the room. It was quiet for the next few minutes, the only sounds were take-out boxes shuffling and the show on the tv, one you hadn’t been paying attention to. 

“Left my phone in my car, I’ll be back,” Natsuo said, only waiting for Fuyumi to acknowledge him before leaving. The sound of the front door shutting behind him seemed so loud. And so did the sound of Fuyumi hitting the coffee table. The sound nearly made you jump, would have if your mind wasn’t fuzzing over, vision blurring out as you turned to see her slumping to the floor. 

“F-Fuyu-mi,” You mumbled, her name coming out as a garbled mess as you tried not to fall forward into the floor, instead dropping your plate and attempting to get to your feet. That was a mistake as the entire room spun, sending you to your knees only a few steps from the edge of the couch. You could feel drool spilling past your lips as you angled your face to the floor, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to gain some sense back. What the fuck is going on?

“You took enough tranquilizer for two people your size, that's what the fuck is going on,” Natsuo said as he leaned against the couch, finishing the thought you had spoken out loud. Again you hadn’t even noticed him coming back, his footsteps so quiet even in your drugged state. 

“They must have had you drugged constantly to build this kind of tolerance,” He said, closer this time as he crouched down to grip your face in his hand, turning you to look at him. His stone gray eyes seemed even colder now, the satisfied look on his face sending a chill down your spine. Your head sagged in his hand, ears ringing as you fought not to blackout.

“Don’t die yet” Natsuo said with ice in his voice as his thick hand slapped your cheek, the stinging bringing back clarity for only a few moments. “Get her in the car, take her to the hideout”. You nearly vomited when you were lifted off the floor suddenly, stomach lurching as someone carried you out over their shoulder. You weakly grabbed onto the doorframe of the front door, groaning as you held on with all the strength you had left. 

“Let go or I’ll break your fingers,” The unfamiliar voice of whoever was carrying you said, yanking on your arms until you finally couldn't hold anymore. Whoever it was was taking scent suppressors, keeping their natural scent muted so low you couldn’t even detect it this close up.

“Fuck you,” You said with as much clarity as you could muster, lifting your arm and elbowing the stranger in the back of the head as hard as you could. It must have stunned him because the next thing you knew you were in the gravel, a shooting pain erupting in your side from where you landed and all the remaining air in your lungs rushing out. 

“Stupid little bitch,” He growled, kicking into your stomach and finally making you vomit onto the ground.

“Enough,” Natsuo’s voice snapped, “I’m going to have a hard enough time making my story fit with the damn mess she made, I thought I gave her enough to knock her out completely like my sister. Stubborn whore”.

“Aren’t you in medical school? Pretty sad you messed up measurements” the stranger asked, stooping down to pick you up as he opened the back door to a car you didn't know. 

“I hired you to get rid of her, not talk. Get the fuck out of my sight. I’ll call you on your burner in twenty-four hours with the rest of your payment” Natsuo said with a deep growl in his voice. Like father, like son. You knew he would probably break your nose for saying that. Your limbs were weak as you tried to hold yourself up in the backseat of the car, leather cold against your face from where the strange Alpha had tossed you in and slammed the door behind you. The window closest to you rolled down, Natsuo leaning in against the frame of the window. 

“Just remember, this really has nothing to do with you. I would have done this to anyone unfortunate enough to end up with my devil of a father. It’s what he deserves”. Tears welled up in your eyes as the glass rolled back up, a cold smirk on his face as the driver started the car and began to pull down the driveway. You shifted slightly and felt your heart leap, you still had your phone. You struggled to get your hand to cooperate as you tried to fish the device from your pocket, nearly sobbing when you were able to pull up your dial pad and hit the number 1, Enji’s speed dial. You couldn’t only hope he was able to pick up, that his phone wasn’t dead.

《♡》

“Don’t be so antsy Todoroki. I know you’ve got that pretty little omega waiting for you at home but we’ve got a job to do,” Yagi said with a sharp tooth grin as they rode the elevator up.

“My Omega waiting at home is none of your concern,” Enji snapped, hands clenched into fists, “And I should be home taking care of her right now but I have to be here. With you. Because the Beta you decided was oh so qualified to handle your family, can’t even take charge and join us for this meeting with his fiance’s uncle.” 

“Well we did say we would take care of this for him, it won’t be long,” Yagi said with a roll of his bright blue eyes, “I doubt this jerk is going to sell. Then we’ll have Keigo deal with him.” The blonde Alpha made a slicing motion across his throat. It was Enji’s turn to roll his eyes. He hated Yagi’s unprofessionalism. And he felt even more irritated knowing that others thought the same of him. Just because he’s beat a few people into submission doesn’t mean he’s unprofessional, just thorough. The small reception area of the sixth floor was brightly lit with large windows, the elevator dinging almost too cheerfully when the sliding doors opened. The secretary greeted them and sent a message through the phone of their presence. 

“I expect you to take this meeting into your hands, Yagi. Izuku is your protege after all,” Enji said, checking the time on his phone. He had gotten in later the night before after Keigo had insisted he join him for drinks in the bar across the street, his phone dying at some point during the flight, and had immediately fallen asleep when he got back to his hotel. He had expected a good morning message from you but his phone had still been dead that morning, having forgotten to charge it the night before, when Keigo had knocked on his door to wake him up so he had taken advantage of the chargers in the taxi Yagi and him used, but no messages. Only a lone voicemail that had beeped in when he turned his phone on in the lobby. He told himself he would listen to it after the meeting, even if every nerve in his body itched to click it and hold it to his ear now. 

“Toshinori! Enji! Long time no see!” The gruff voice of the older gentleman called from his tall office doors, ushering them inside. 

"I'll be in soon," Enji said sternly when Yagi looked over expectantly, lifting his phone to his ear as the voice-mail started. The shutting of the office door behind him seemed so quiet compared to the hammering of his heart as a weak whimper broke through the speaker.

"Enji…" your voice was so quiet, sounded so tired, "h-help. Plea-" your plea was cut off with a startled shout, the sound of a car window rolling down and then crashing before it ended. His ears were ringing, mouth tasting as if there was blood on his tongue when there wasn't. He couldn't breathe, could barely even move other than the deep gasping breaths he was drawing in through his nose. Was he going to blackout? He couldn't decide as he listened to the voice-mail again. And again. And again. Didn't stop until the secretary asked him if everything was alright as he stood like a stone facing the windows. Enji bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood this time as he pulled out his wallet, pulling out a wad of cash and telling her to take herself to lunch, anything to get her out of this building before he lost it. There had to have been a look in his eyes as he handed her the money because she took it hesitantly before grabbing her purse and nearly running for the door. In reality, his scent had turned thick as smoke and hot as scorching flames, nearly unbearable to anyone but you. His omega that he had failed again. It felt like he was outside of his body looking in as he retrieved his gun from the holster, marching towards the closed office doors with a malicious purpose. Both of the men in the room startled when Enji kicked the door in, the frame splintering and the doorknob going through the plaster of the wall it banged into.

“What the hell is this?”. The CEO barely had the words out of his mouth before a bullet was taking their place, the back end of his skull busting like ripe fruit across the tall windows behind him. 

“Jesus Todoroki, hell of an entrance,” Toshinori said with an impressed scoff. 

“I was gone for one goddamn night,” Enji said quietly under his breath, mind reeling as he tucked his gun back to carry it out as he headed for the doors without even a glance back to the slumped body leaking and pouring off the desk. 

“What are you talking about? Hold on!” Toshinori called after him, moving to catch up as he pulled Keigo’s number up on his phone. 

“Someone took her,” 

“Took who? Wait a minute! Easy!” Toshinori said, positioning himself between the red-haired Alpha and the elevator as Keigo finally answered. “Jesus, Keigo the plan went sideways, something’s wrong with-”. He was cut off mid-sentence as Enji snatched the phone from his hand. 

“Get me a flight home Keigo. Now.”

“Boss, what the hell is going on? I saw you blow that guy’s brains out” The blonde Alpha said, his tone pitching higher in stress.

“Someone took her Keigo. They waited until I was gone and took her” Enji said in such a broken voice he didn’t realize it was him speaking for a moment. 

“I’ll call Shoto, see if he knows what's going on,” Keigo said, sucking in deep breaths as he skips stairs down from the roof. 

“No time. Book me a flight home as soon as possible”. Enji ended the call and slapped the phone back into Toshinori’s hand. “You can wait for the clean-up crew since you dragged me into this”.

“Now hold on a minute this isn’t exactly what we agreed to” Toshinori tried to protest, still blocking the way to the elevator. 

“If you don’t move the fuck out of my way I’ll rip your chest open and feed you your own heart”. Yagi only wavered for a moment before stepping aside, blue eyes hard and cold as ice as anything he wanted to say died on his tongue, Enji’s scent burning so acrid and murderous that he had to fight his eyes from the spot at his feet. Enji’s phone was going off in his pocket as he slammed the button to call the elevator.

“I got a flight for us in an hour, it’s the soonest I could get,” Keigo said, the sound of a car door slamming shut in the background, “I’m in the rental on the way to get you, I’ll be around the corner in two”. Enji set out across the lobby as the elevator doors opened, noticing the small spattering of blood on the cuff of his white shirt in time to roll them up. The thought of you not being home to point it out and chide him about wearing white shirts nearly made his knees buckle, his chest aching like there was a gaping hole in his chest. He couldn’t break down yet, once you were safe and back in his arms he would give himself time. All the time in the world just to love you with everything he had and give you everything you’ve ever wanted. Keigo was already waiting out front, Taking off down the street the moment Enji had his door shut. His phone began ringing as he clipped his seatbelt, Keigo rounding a corner to the freeway and punching the gas. 

“Shoto, what is it? Have you heard anything?”.

“Father, Fuyumi is in the hospital,” Shoto said, his voice sounding out of breath, “I just got back in from my conference and I’m on my way now, apparently her, y/n, and Natsuo were all drugged last night with take-out food”.

“What the hell was Natsuo doing at the house? I told him to be on patrol last night,” Enji growled, pinching the bridge of his nose to try and stave off the headache he could feel building behind his eyes, “Are they both okay?”.

“Yes, it was just an aggressive sedative. They were given fluids and are gonna be discharged in a bit” Shoto explained, apparently having finally found a cab as Enji could hear a low voice in the background as a door shut asking where he needed to go.

“Do they remember anything that happened? Did they see who took her?” Enji pressed, palms sweating as he gripped his phone, dread swirling deep in his gut.

“Not as far as I know, Fuyumi doesn’t remember even leaving the house. They say that she and Natsuo came in by ambulance, I’ll know more once I get there” Shoto said, his voice shaking. 

“I’ll be home in four hours. Have Touya waiting at the airport for us,” Enji said, trying hard to keep the razor-sharp edge to his tone even as it felt like his whole chest was hanging open and bleeding into his lap. He ended the call and stuffed the phone in his pocket, hanging his head into his hands for a moment to just try and get his thoughts straight. He knew he was making Keigo nauseatingly uncomfortable with the destressed scent rolling off of him thick as smoke, engulfing the car like an open flame. The blonde Alpha said nothing though, sitting in pained silence as he drove as fast as legally possible, turning probably too sharply into the parking garage and cutting off three people for a spot. Enji couldn’t even remember if he had clicked his seatbelt as he climbed from the car, snatching his bag from the trunk as he went and making a beeline for the check-in counter, Keigo rushing to pull up their flight information and rental receipts on his phone as he practically had to sprint to keep up with the red-haired Alpha’s steps. At this point, anything that got in Enji’s way would perish. And possibly turn to ashes in his hands.

《♡》

The plane ride was a blur, he didn’t think the adrenaline stopped flowing or his heart slowed at all from its hammering pace. But when the house came into view it all sunk in, the crushing feeling of knowing that you wouldn’t be there happily awaiting him to come home, a bright smile and your warm scent making everything in his being light up like a match. Enji couldn’t help, or even really detect, the sorrowful broken undertones in his scent as he climbed from his car, Keigo and Touya following right behind him. 

“Have you heard anything from Natsuo?” He asked as he slowly grabbed his bag from the trunk, trying to take his time and avoid the inevitable pain that was coming inside that house. 

“Nothing. Shoto should be here soon, Fuyumi said she was going to call you when she got back home,” Touya said, fumbling with the lighter in his hand. Enji couldn’t even be bothered to care about him smoking in the house anymore as pushed himself forward, even if his feet felt like thousand-pound weights. The house was dark, even with seemingly every light on it felt so hollow and dark, the shadows too tall and the silence too final. It didn’t feel like the home you had made over the past ten months. All the warmth was gone like it had been sucked out with a vacuum, making Enji’s stomach turn. Everything in him wanted to collapse, give up and dissolve into his mattress but he couldn’t rest, not until you were safe and home again. Enji’s eyes scanned the scene of the living room, blankets scattered across the couch and take-out cups and bags still on the table. 

“Where are the containers and plates?” Enji asked, senses heightened with the stale scent of your distress permeating the air around him. Something wasn’t right. 

“Maybe paramedics cleaned up?” Keigo said in an attempt to put the pieces together. 

“Did a lousy fucking job, left the cups out and rice on the floor” Touya said, crouching to pick some of the food up between his fingers. Enji circled the couch, picking up one of the cups and popping the lid. It smelled stale and watery, as expected from over day-old tea, but something seemed different, the smell off just enough that it was noticeable. It had an almost powdery type of scent, like chalk dust but diluted with a fake sugar substance. 

“It’s the drinks,” Enji stated, closing the lid on the first and picking up the other one, “They've been tampered with”. 

“How can you tell?”

“Can smell it,” Enji growled, holding the cup out for Keigo to take from him. Keigo’s face wrinkled up at the scent, stirring the contents with the straw and watching as the tea grew cloudy with an almost blue-white powdery substance.

“That’s some sedative for sure,” He confirmed, handing the cup to Touya for him to check even as he rolled his eyes, “But the most common one that’s used is in liquid form with no smell”.

“This shit is loaded into plastic pill shells for dosing in the hospital and psych ward,” Touya said, dipping the tip of his finger into the liquid before it could settle and taped it against his tongue, a shiver running across his skin, “I was doped up on this 24/7 when I was an intake patient because I was too violent”. Enji remembers that, remembers Touya being only seventeen and drugged up like an animal, drooling and barely able to function. All because he ripped some guy’s eye out in jail. 

“Then where’s Natsuo’s drink?” Keigo asked.

“He said he just ate some of the food. Passed out in the kitchen on the phone with the ambulance” Touya explained. Enji got up and made his way to the kitchen, determined to inspect the food boxes. It looked like nothing had been touched in here, take-out boxes still open with a fork dropped to the floor. But the plates were in the sink, food already cleared off. Enji’s picked up the box closets to the edge of the counter, showing the same contents of the food on the floor. 

“I’ve done kidnapping for high profile people before and I’ve never seen it done this haphazardly,” Enji said as he barely had to move the noodles around to see the light dusting of powder inside.

“I might have a theory on what happened with Natsuo, Boss,” Keigo said, an uneasy look in his golden eyes, “you probably won’t like it”.

“Why don’t we keep our theories to ourselves until we have facts. Especially when it comes to my brother,” Touya growled, blue eyes bright as he postured himself threateningly.  Enji rolled his eyes as they growled at each other, jaws tight and fists clenched in aggression, he didn’t have time for their shit. His heart leaped into his throat as his phone began ringing.

“Fuyumi. Finally, what happened?” He demanded, beginning to pace around the kitchen. 

“I’m so sorry Father, I don’t know what happened. Please don’t be mad-”

“It’s too late for that, but I’m not angry with you. I love you and I'm glad you’re safe ” Enji said cutting her off, and he realized this is the first time he’s said he loves her in a long time. Since she was an early teenager. That thought made him cringe and push it back, he’ll fix it but not now. “I need you to try and remember anything that happened”.

“Well, I… Father I don’t want to say anything accusatory but… there was a moment of clarity where I woke up maybe a minute after hitting the table that I noticed y/n had fallen to the floor,” She said, her voice shaking and he could tell that she was fighting off tears, “N-Natsuo was saying something to her, had her face in his hand. If he didn’t drug us then he definitely drugged his own food”. Enji’s ears were ringing again, that all too familiar of bubbling, burning rage filling his chest and his vision slowly turning red. Fuyumi must have taken her Father’s silence for disbelief because she continued to babble apologies, saying “Maybe it wasn’t, probably was someone else”. But it was the next thing she said that jarred him out of his stupor. 

“What would he do this for?”. It brought back the memories of that dinner over a week ago, the absolute betrayal and hurt and fury that was written all over Natsuo’s face when he exploded.

“He would do it for your mother,” Enji said in a near mumble, everyone going silent at once. He said goodbye to Fuyumi, telling her to stay home and call Shoto if she needed anything, before turning to address Touya. 

“Bring Shoto upstairs when he gets here,” Enji growled, trying to keep a grasp on the last of his calm, “We need to get a hold of Natsuo”. 

《♡》

“What the fuck is going on Shoto?! Why has no one been able to find him? It’s been two days,” Enji seethed, every bone in his body protesting as he paced his office, surprisingly having not made a permanent path in the carpet over the past couple of days. 

“I don’t know. He’s got his trackers turned off and I went to his house with the spare key. He’s gone” Shoto insisted from across the desk, head in his hands as he listened to his father's heavy footfalls go back and forth behind his desk chair. Back and forth. Back and forth. The sound could be heard reverberating through the house. It was near constant at this point, along with an acrid smell of distress and anger permeating the walls, the only break was when Enji slept. And that was only three hours in the last couple of days. He knew he looked like a wreck, dark circles shadowing below his turquoise eyes, and felt like it too. He ached from head to toe, muscles tense like he was in permanent fight or flight, and he was so angry. Ready to rip someone’s throat out at a moment’s notice, snap their spine and pull it piece by piece out of their mouth. Enji hadn’t felt this sort of anger in a very long time but it came as a sort of comfort, it was the cushion keeping him from falling apart. 

“Sir I see Natsuo’s car passing through the gate,” Inasa said from where he was watching the security camera’s from his laptop. Enji nearly tore his office door from its hinges as he stormed from the room, down the hall and stairs to the front door in record time, Shoto still scrambling down the stairs behind him. Natsuo had barely gotten the car in park and just removed his seatbelt when Enji threw his driver’s door open, fisting into his shirt and yanking him from the car. 

“Where is she” Enji demanded, eyes burning like hellfire reflecting in his son’s dark granite gray.

“What the hell are you talking about? Let go of me” the younger Alpha snapped, trying to pull away from his father’s hand. Enji’s iron grip tightened, nearly shredding the front of the shirt.

“Where. Is. She” He said again, voice dropping deeper into a growl with every word. 

“Probably gone. I don’t know. I don’t know what happened just like Fuyumi” Natsuo insisted, his face flushing in anger at his father’s tone. 

“Keep your sister’s name out of your goddamn mouth, she’s one of the reasons I called you here,”. Enji watched the color drain from Natsuo’s face, a small flame of shame flickering in his gut at the thought of his own son doing this. 

“Do we need to go upstairs or are you going to tell me what you did to her?” Enji growled, scanning his son’s face for any indication of anything. It felt like someone dumped ice water on him for a moment as he watched the panic fade into an almost bored expression on Natsuo’s face, the small glimmer of pride giving him away.

“I paid a guy to take her back and sell her. I have no clue where she is now” Natsuo said calmly, pulling away from his father’s frozen hand and unwrinkling his shirt. “This is what you deserve for what you did to mom. Broke her into barely a shell of a person. So bad that she permanently scarred her own child. You don’t deserve happiness. You don’t even deserve to breathe but that isn’t up to me”. They hadn’t even got into the house, all of this business aired out in the middle of their driveway and now he was going to walk away. Drop a bomb and leave. Enji didn’t understand the emotions he was feeling, so much anger and disappointment and shame all tied together and wrapping around his throat. He wanted to pummel him into the gravel, break his face until he looked like a slaughterhouse floor, but he knew he couldn't. In a sick way, this was justified and he was still his son. He always thought it would be Natsuo that got back at him, but he never imagined when and where. Natsuo waved to Shoto, a happy self-satisfied smile on his face as he turned and got back into his car. “Should have joined me Shoto, you and Touya really missed out, this feels better than anything in the world” the white-haired Alpha said with a sigh, turning the key in the ignition, “Hope you have a long sad life, Father”. Enji couldn’t breathe as the car pulled away, just watched the taillights fade until he made the turnout. 

“Boss?” Enji heard Keigo say quietly, the blonde Alpha nervous with the murderous scent pouring off of him. The sound of gravel crunching under his feet reached his ears before he realized he had turned and was walking back to the house. He could hear Keigo trying to say something to him, heard him catch the door in his hands before it smacked his face as Enji slammed it open and bounced it off the wall. A deep, blood-curdling snarl rumbled from his chest when he felt Keigo getting too close for his liking, trying to talk to him and follow him into his bedroom. The space he shared privately with you, where your scents were still intermingled in the sheets. He'd never let anyone else set foot in this room again. 

“Enough” Enji snapped roughly, cutting Keigo’s incessant talking and questions about what he was going to do. He didn’t know. Had no clue what to do at this point, but he wasn’t going to tell him that. Wasn’t going to show more weakness than he had already. “Leave me”. Enji waited until the front door shut downstairs, sinking the house into deathly silence before he allowed himself to breathe. To let the stressed tears pour down his face and his chest to feel heavy as stone. He wanted to scream, to shout, and howl out the pain that was constricting his lungs but he couldn't muster up the energy. It took everything in him to pull himself away from the door and make it to the bed, laying down carefully and nearly sobbing when your sweet scent wafted to his nose. There was nothing better than you. Your scent, your warmth, the love shining in your eyes when you looked up at him. Love that he and everyone else but you knew he didn’t deserve. He was selfish though, selfish enough to take your love and hold it close as the only line of life he had left. It truly felt like his world was ending and he was grasping at the pieces, said pieces being your pillow and your side of the sheets. He knew the scent would fade and be replaced by his if he continued to brokenly purr and rub his throat and face against the feathery softness but he couldn’t bring himself to stop, felt like he would end someone’s life if they tried to take this away from him. 

Enji didn’t remember falling asleep, but he awoke in a panic, the room dark and the bed cold. He wondered for a brief second where you could be and then it hit again. You were gone. Probably terrified and needing him. With the bond half sealed his anxiety was high and he knew you were feeling the same. He hoped desperately that you couldn’t feel his anguished sadness, couldn’t feel the pain leaking through the tears in his eyes as he clutched your pillow tighter. He looked over at the alarm clock on his bedside table, twelve thirty-four a.m. Enji had been asleep since five and he knew there was no hope in going back to sleep. He got up from the bed, deciding going to his office to get a drink was better than just laying in bed staring at the ceiling with an aching heart. 

The room flooded with a warm yellow light when he switched on one of the table lamps closest to the bar, popping the easy lock on the cabinet doors to get his good bourbon. But when he opened the doors he was met with the bottle as expected but with a bright pink sticky note stuck to it. 

‘Not too much ♡ I love you’ in your handwriting was his undoing.

“Fuck!” He cried out, throwing the heavy bottle into the wall and shattering it, liquor running down and pooling in a dark stain on the rug. Bottle after bottle shattered against the wall, the pile of glass growing and scattering across the floor. Enji decided then and there, with a heaving chest and rage boiling in his gut, that he would go to the ends of the earth to find you.

《♡》

Coldwater being splashed in your face shocked you awake with a gasp, your head aching terribly from the sedative and your stomach-turning. Your face was throbbing with your mouth tasting like iron and you couldn’t remember why.

“I don’t know anything about her paperwork, I just picked her up from the guy okay? I don’t know why,” a female voice said from somewhere nearby.

“We don’t have repeat Numbers Toga! That's my problem! All of the people that get sent through here have a number assigned. She can’t have a repeat unless she’s been discarded and returned” A raspy male voice responded, “And they should have told me she was damaged, she’s got a mark and that bruise, which shouldn’t be there. 

“Wakey wakey sweetheart, it's not nice to stay sleeping during a meeting,” the Alpha with a water bottle in hand said. He had blonde hair and a scar running up his forehead, large hands that manhandled you into a sitting position as you groaned from your pounding head. 

“Well whoever the fuck you hired had no paperwork and a popped-off license plate, so you tell me what happened Tomura,”. The smell of her syrupy sweet scent made your stomach turn harder, the scent of another Omega bringing back horrible memories and finally making you vomit on the floor.

“Looks like she’s awake,” The blonde omega girl said with a giggle at the irritated sound that Tomura made. 

“Jin could you please get something to clean that up with? Christ” Tomura growled. You could barely see them, your vision blurring with the hammering behind your eyes. They seemed so far away even though it was only a short conference table. 

“Omega, Do you remember anything that happened? Why you were brought back to us?” Tomura asked from the head of the table, his Alpha scent smelling like the sour of fresh wild berries. Vaguely familiar. You shook your head, groaning when it made your eyes throb.

“No I… have no clue,” You said quietly, trying to keep your voice from wavering and exposing just how much you were screaming on the inside. Everything was wrong, you were hurting and your Alpha wasn’t here to comfort you, You had no idea where you were or why this felt familiar in a way that made your entire body tense with uneasiness, stomach-turning from something other than nausea. You could feel his gaze on you, burning into you until you thought to check for holes in your skin. It was then you registered what he had asked you fully.

“Back to us?” You asked. The Alpha’s burning red gaze nearly had you scrambling from your seat, all the patchwork memories from the auction and before coming to the forefront of your mind. Spots began popping in your vision and knew you were going to blackout, gritting your teeth and digging your nails into your palm to stave off the unconsciousness.

“Damn it,” You heard Tomura growl as you rested your head against the table before you injured yourself further, “She’s been here nearly five days and no one thought to check her tattoo? Get the fucking blacklight”. You vaguely felt them lift your arm as you simmered in the dark haze, trying to listen for as long as you could before you were dragged back under, heard the soft hum of the blacklight. It was strange to you because you had never known you were tattooed, a number you didn’t know and had never seen forever labeling you in a life you never wanted to be a part of. You could feel hot tears rolling down your cheeks and pooling against the table beneath you but you didn’t care, and you knew they didn’t either. 

“Just take her and lock her up for now, give her some water. Atsuhiro, check the order numbers from the past year and see who we took to auction,” Tomura said, snapping his fingers in irritation at anyone in the room. Your head was swimming again and you were sagging in Jin’s hands, barely conscious and only thinking of one thing. Enji. His name bubbled from your mouth on a soft cry, sobs catching in your chest till you could barely breathe. All you wanted was for him to take you home. The sickness you had felt for yourself as you fell in love with him, and you still didn’t understand why it happened so quickly, was nothing compared to the feeling now. Like your insides were being shredded out and all you could do was cry for the only person who could help you. Being here you knew he was only a few hours away, remembered bits and pieces of the car ride with Shoto and Touya eight months ago, and that only seemed to make things worse. Knowing he was so close but also so far away. 

“What the hell is she blabbering about?” The red-eyed Alpha growled, his scent rising in distress as he grew increasingly uncomfortable with your crying.

“E-Enji,” You said brokenly one more time. You couldn’t see the look on Toga’s face when she froze helping Jin pull you from the chair you were in, now unconscious and dead weight in his arms, but it sent a chill through Tomura’s blood, her face having gone moonlit pale where she usually had a flush. 

Her voice was barely contained from shaking, “We might have a problem”.

《♡》

Enji had been working day in and day out to try and restore the corrupted security camera footage, but he knew with Natsuo’s skills it was gone. It was the only key to finding out who he paid to take you. His second-oldest son had gone completely no contact, and more than likely left the country, which with the anger he feels so deep in his chest it's like thorns are wrapped around his heart it was probably for the best. A deep sigh left Enji’s chest as his phone began ringing, he had gotten so tired of the small hope that flared every time he heard that sound and the inevitable defeat he felt afterward. 

“Shoto, what is it?” He asked, attention still trained on his computer. 

“I’ve got the guy,” Shoto said with a hopeful lilt to his voice. Enji’s office chair fell backward, bouncing off the floor and rolling to the side as he all but shoved his desk out of his way.

“Where” He demanded, heading straight for the stairs.

“He’s being held here at station two, you’d make it in ten minutes”.

“I’ll be there in five,” Enji said, shrugging on his jacket and slipping his pair of brace knuckles into his pocket, not like he really needed it but he wanted to give this asshole something to remember. Enji was glad we had sent everyone away, able to move more freely now without someone dragging along. Everything felt so overwhelming right now that he can’t even think about having someone in his space, his home. Except you. He had awoken so many times over the last few nights with an aching heart and his cock hard against his stomach leaking so profusely it ran down his sides and stained his sheets. But more than anything he just wanted to hold you again, wanted to pull you against his chest and spread his scent anywhere he could reach and tell just how much he loves you. His fingers were gripped white against the steering wheel as he drove, definitely over the speed limit and sure as fuck not caring. When he said he would make it in five, he meant it. Shoto was waiting out front to escort him in, foot-tapping as he waited until his father was within earshot.

“Two of my officers picked him up on an attempted kidnapping from one of the local karaoke bars last night, apparently he’s a part of one of the smaller human trafficking rings in our prefecture,” Shoto explained as he walked in ahead of his father, leading the way to the interrogation rooms.

“How do we know it’s him?” Enji asked as they paused outside of Room one. 

“Bouncer said he overheard him bragging on the phone about how his most recent client was a Yakuza’s boss’ son

“Enji Todoroki, meet Kai Chisaki,” Shoto said with a venomous tone, scent souring as he glared at the brown-haired Alpha chained to the table, “This is the shithead that broke into your house”. 

“To be fair, I never actually went into the house,” Kai said with a smirk, turning his attention to Enji, “your son Natsuo really knows how to write a check”. Enji didn’t hold back, having already slipped the knuckles on before he walked in the door, and smashed his massive fist against his nose. Blood sprayed across the table as the younger Alpha’s head flew back, tilting him in his chair until it clattered to the floor and the only thing holding him up was the handcuff around his wrist connected to the bolted-down table. Enji stepped around the table, the sputtering coughing sounds as Kai tried to scramble up fed into the bloodlust he was feeling. 

“So. You’re the fucker that got paid by my son to take my Omega from me, huh?” Enji growled lowly, thick fingers winding into his hair and yanking him forward by the crown of his head, “And sold her”. Kai shook his head, blood dribbling down his chin.

“I don’t sell ‘em,” He said in a choked-off tone as he spit blood onto the floor, “I just get ‘em for the distributor”. Enji’s fist collided with his face again, relishing in the feeling of blood smearing his knuckles and lining the creases of his skin. It had been far too long since the last time.

“And who’s your distributor?” Shoto pushed, taking a seat on the opposite side of the table. 

“I have many different clients,” Kai said as if it was some brag, “I don’t keep track of the bitches I take, just the money I make off of ‘em”. The next punch was to the gut, Enji feeling a rib crack beneath his hand when it connected. 

“I suggest telling us what we want because I’m fully inclined to let my Father beat you to death right here,” Shoto said coldly, leveling him with a glare. 

“Better yet, we can cut his limbs off and his tongue out then dump him in the middle of the forest” Enji snarled, fighting the urge to punch the Alpha in his grasp again when he spit blood onto his shirt. 

“I-If I told you who I s-sold her to, they’ll kill me when I get out of here,” Kai said, the blood from his broken nose drying against his lips and chin.

“Do you know who you're talking to? I’m about to fucking kill you right here. I don’t give a fuck about what happens to you after this, I need to know what you know RIGHT NOW” Enji shouted at him, shaking him in his grip and smacking his head into the metal table.

“T-Tomura Shigaraki. First time I’ve worked for him,” Kai groaned, the pain from his nose and rib starting to set in, “I took Natsuo’s money as a side job, figured I could make more getting rid of his problem, and then bring her to my distributor for my finders fee”. Enji’s heart was hammering in his ears, mouth going dry. He dropped the black-haired Alpha to the floor, standing to his full height.

"Get this pathetic shit cleaned up pretty for his mugshot, is Touya back in town yet?" Enji asked, turning away from the man on the floor before he decided to kick him.

“Not for a couple more days,” Shoto said, opening the door for his Father before following him out. He directed a few of the officers standing around to clean Kai up and book him on kidnapping and attempted charges, Enji cleaning his hand off on a paper towel. All he could think about was getting ahold of Touya, telling him to call that fucker he does business with and going to get you. But the exchange he was a part of was important and Enji couldn’t jeopardize that. He was about to call Toshinori and curse him for getting him involved in any of this shit when his phone started ringing. It was a private number, obviously someone not in his contacts, and under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t have answered but none of this was normal. 

“Who is this?” He asked sharply, snapping his fingers and signaling for Shoto to follow him outside. 

“Someone who has something you probably desperately want back,” Tomura’s raspy voice said. Enji could tell he was smiling to himself.

“Where is she? Is she safe?” The red-haired Alpha demanded. 

“Oh yeah, she’s safe, I’ve got her in one of our cells. Just like where she used to stay”. Enji’s chest was rumbling with a growl, gripping the phone was hard it risked snapping. 

“Was this some sick plan or something? Natsuo pay you too?” He asked roughly, trying to keep his seething anger contained. 

“Natsuo? Your son? No clue he was even a part of this” Tomura said, his tone showing genuine surprise, “No that asshole Kai brought her to me. We checked her blacklight number and it matched with you and Touya in our books”. So it really was a coincidence. Or fate or whatever you wanted to call it. Enji felt like all the air had been pushed from his lungs, a shiver running up his spine. Shoto was by his side with a questioning look, following closely as Enji made his way over to his car. 

“Let me talk to her,” Enji said, his voice cracking in a nearly begging tone as he climbed into his driver’s seat. but he couldn’t be bothered to worry about weakness right now. He was the weakest man in the world without you. 

“I expect compensation for keeping her safe for you,” Tomura said with an almost bored sigh, Enji could hear him entering a code on a locked door, “One million yen will do. Since Touya and I are acquaintances”.

“Fine. I’ll wire you half now and half when she’s safe with me” Enji confirmed, watching as Shoto set the transaction to be put through immediately. 

“Enji?”. It felt like his heart stopped, a cold sweat breaking across his skin with an overwhelming relief he hadn’t ever felt before. 

“y-y/n? Sweetheart? I’m here I’m coming to get you” He said almost breathlessly, tears pricking at his eyes when he heard you sobbing. 

“I was so scared,” you sniffled a soft whine in your voice, “I want to go home”. It broke his heart, made his chest ache, and every instinct in him was flaring up and calling for you. 

“I’m on my way right now, baby, right now I promise, give me two hours” Enji insisted, breaking out of his relieved stupor to jam the keys in and start the car. 

“See you then,” Tomura said with the dry chuckle, the phone beeping and signaling the end of the call.

“Keigo is waiting for you at the house, said he’ll drive back,” Shoto said flashing Enji the text message.

“He better be ready and at the end of that driveway,” Enji snapped, “I’ll be putting a bonus into your account later, for your help”. ‘And for not siding with your brother’ that part wasn’t said out loud but the look shared between them was enough. Two more hours and he would have you back. Two more of the longest hours of his life. 

《♡》

You rubbed your wrist where the shackle had kept you to the bed and were unable to pace yourself into exhaustion again. They had to practically force water and food down your throat over the last few days, but now you knew Enji was on his way. That he was coming for you and wasn't going to leave you here, tainted in the eyes of every other Alpha with the mark on your throat. Your eyes were so sore from crying and you could feel your body begin to ache, which wasn't a good sign. Enji warned of this happening, your heat starting because of the bonding mark and you had made it longer than you two had thought, probably because of the stress. Stress brought on by this situation you found yourself in. It didn't take someone telling you for you to know this was about Rei. You couldn't blame Natsuo for being angry for the way his mother was treated, it wasn't right the things Enji said and did. But the only thing you could see when you looked at him was the Alpha you fell in love with, as unexpected and quick as it was, and there wasn't anything you or anyone else could do about that. You just wanted to get back to normal, or whatever normal had become for you anyway. Your stomach flipped when you heard the keypad beeping, immediately standing from the small bed in the corner. Tomura did nothing but motion through the doorway to follow him. 

“Is he here?” You asked hopefully

"No, but having you ready will cause a lot less hassle," Tomura said with a roll of his eyes as he led you down a hall and into the meeting room you could remember pieces of through headache memories. “You’re lucky though, He's paying a pretty penny to get you back. Most wouldn’t”. 

“I know,” you said softly, “I’m the lucky one but He always says how much he doesn’t deserve me”.

“Well from what I’ve heard of that shit show family from Touya, he’s right,” The crimson-eyed Alpha said with a dry barking laugh. 

“You don’t know him as I do,” You said defensively as He motioned for you to take a seat, “He’s not all that bad”.

“Gross, Thank god I don’t know him personally. Alpha’s that show their spines even if it is for their Omega don’t have any place running a Yakuza family”

“So Someone like you deserves it more?” You demanded quickly, heart pounding in your ears, “It might be hard to understand for you but he loves me, more than even I know”. 

“Please spare me the syrupy sweet, You’re lucky he’s coming for you because I’d have you bleeding out on the floor for your smart ass mouth” Tomura snapped, slamming his hands down on the top, scent turning to a cloying sweetness in his agitation. It might have made you uneasy, frightened even if you didn’t physically sense Enji entering the building before you even smell his scent. But it was murderous, angry in the strongest degree and even Tomura had an apprehensive look on his face.  You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of someone shouting something and then them crashing into the door. An involuntary gasp escaped your lips when Enji threw the door open, a burning fiery look in his turquoise eyes. There was blood smeared against his cheek, and a closer look showed it on his hands as well. 

“What the fuck is this?!” Tomura shouted angrily, standing from his seat so quickly it tipped backward and fell to the floor. 

“Need to remember and pass messages to your guards,” Enji said with a ragged breath, “Train them to keep their weapons holstered”. His bright gaze immediately locked onto you. It was like the first time all over again, the air leaving the room except for his scent wrapping warmly around you, the only thing you could focus on was each other as everything else blacked out. You felt the whine breaking from your throat as you got up from your chair. Enji was immediately moving, giving you no time to walk over to him and engulfing you in his arms. Tears were leaking down your cheeks before you could even say anything, soaking into his shirt as he held you close, a soft croon meant only for you making you melt into his chest. His heart was thumping like a drum against your ear, breathing ragged as drank in your scent, his strong body shaking lightly under your grip as if all of his strength was going into standing at this point. 

“Are you alright?” He asked, his voice deep and rumbling down to your bones. You nodded against him, drawing in a shallow breath.

“Yeah… Now,” you said, a fresh wave of tears spilling as the overwhelming relief made you dizzy.

“I’m so sorry my love,” He said, his tone soft and pleading as he moved his hands up to cradle your face, “I’ve missed you so much”. You didn’t reply as you moved closer, pressing your lips to his as a way of showing just how much you had missed him too. A soft growl rumbled against your lips as you pressed closer, your hands going up to fist in his shirt as your tongue swept across his lower lip. It wasn’t a moment after the scent of his arousal hit your nose that a familiar and not at all welcome cramping began in your abdomen, drawing a sharp breath from you as you nearly doubled over. Enji knew immediately what it was, scooping you up to cradle you against his chest. 

“Get first aid to the one left alive at the gate, Shoto will be sending the rest of your money over when I get to my car,” He said, kissing the top of your head softly.

“Great. Wonderful. Doesn’t really solve my problems,” Tomura muttered, a hand down his face in exhaustion. 

“Would you rather me keep my money and kill you too? Whats one more to the three outside?” Enji snarled, arms tight around you. The blood on his hands needed no more explanation. 

“Fuck!” Tomura shouted, “Just get the fuck out of here! Cause way more trouble than you’re worth”. Enji didn’t need further dismissal, turning to the door and leaving without another word. 

“Just keep looking at me, don’t look down. Please” He said as you got closer to the front door of the compound. You didn’t say anything, knowing he was trying to spare you from seeing the bloody mess, but you could smell it. The thick smell of iron permeated the air around you but you didn’t take your gaze off of him, smudging the dry blood on his cheek way with your thumb. 

“I missed you,” you said quietly when you could finally catch your breath in the fresh air outside.

“I missed you too,” Enji said in a soft rumble, holding you close and breathing in your scent, arms shaking as he fought relieved tears from his eyes. 

“We ready to go?” Keigo asked from the rolled down driver’s window, dark shades perched on his head now that the sun had set low enough. 

“More than ready,” you said from Enji’s arms, tapping him to let you down so you could get in the car. 

“Glad you’re back,” Keigo said quickly as Enji rounded the car, “Glad you’re safe”. 

“Did you really miss me Keigo?” You said teasingly, feeling light and almost giddy now that the relief was setting in and you knew you were going home. 

“Maybe a little,” He said with a smile, “Boss has been a wreck, barely sleeping”. 

“I got two hours last night, screw off,” Enji grumbled as he slid into the back seat with you, “How is the drive looking?” 

“Probably about an hour twenty-five minutes, evening traffic is pretty light tonight,” Keigo said from the front seat, the music on the radio turned down low. Another cramp surged through you, making you gasp and curl in a little on yourself. Your cheeks flamed as you felt slick gush into your underwear, your legs twitching at the uncomfortable feeling of the material sticking to you. Any hope of keeping your pre-heat under control had been out the window the moment Enji had barged into that room, the connection of his scent to your deprived brain had flipped a switch you couldn’t turn back. The red-haired Alpha’s hand gripped against your upper arm, pulling you tighter against him. 

“Just a bit longer love, we’ll be home before you know it and then I’m all yours,” He said in a rumbling tone, the bass of his voice going straight down to your dripping pussy. 

“C-Can’t. Want you Enji. Now” you whined, your voice breathier than you had ever heard it and you could feel your body temperature steadily rising. 

“Shit. Keigo, drive faster” Enji snapped, rubbing soothing circles against your arm, trying to keep you calm and subdued for a while longer. The more you squirmed against his side and let soft whines fall your lips, the harder his breathing got until he was practically panting, his own cheeks growing red in his combined arousal. 

“You gotta stay calm, omega, we’ll be home soon I promise,” Enji said through gritted teeth, the growing erection in his pants showing the effect you were truly having on him. 

“Hurts Enji,” you said, sore eyes on the verge of tears again, “Please”. That last plea broke him, a hungry growl making your blood sing. 

“Put your headphones in and keep your eyes on the road” Enji snapped at Keigo, the blonde following orders immediately and slipping in his Bluetooth earbuds. Enji undid the tie to your sweatpants, pulling your soaked panties down along with them. 

“You’ll make do with my fingers for now, I’m not going to knot you until you’re safe and comfortable in your nest,” He said, freehand holding your face for a moment to make sure you were listening, “understand?”.

“Yes, Alpha, please just make it not hurt anymore” you nearly cried, back arching as he slid two of his thick fingers down to collect your wetness before pushing in. With your heat setting in, quicker than you had anticipated, your insides were soft and pliable, not even needing to be stretched as you began shifting your hips roughly against his fingers, soft panting whines rolling off your tongue unrestrained as pleasure clouded your brain. 

“Smell so good,” Enji said almost breathlessly as he pressed kisses against your throat and the mating mark that wasn’t so raw anymore, “addictive. Your heat scent is different, like honeyed bourbon”. It was embarrassing how quickly you were reaching your end, spot popping behind clenched tight eyes as it felt like your body was burning in soft velvet, every nerve ending alive and sparking as he curled his fingers and massaged the soft spot that had you leaking onto his seats. You came around his fingers with a broken cry, clenching around his fingers so hard you nearly forced them out. Your legs were twitching as he kept moving his fingers, only stopping when you gripped his arm, the burning fire from your heat simmering down for now with the orgasm still buzzing in your bloodstream. 

“Better?” Enji asked, concern in his bright eyes as he scanned your flushed face. You nodded, still trying to get your breathing under control, body sagging back against him. “Just try to get some rest now, you’ll need all of your strength to get through this heat my love”. You laid your head against him with a sigh, a contented purr vibrating from your chest as his fingers threaded through your hair, attempting to put you to sleep. It didn’t take long with the exhaustion of barely sleeping for the last week dragging at your heels, closing your eyes and laying your head against Enji’s chest, the thrum of his heart lulling you to sleep.

《♡》

“Sweetheart, we’re home,” Enji’s voice said gently, warm hand running up and down your arm. You cracked your eyes open as Keigo opened the back door, the lights of the walkway and porch greeting you. It was a strange feeling, knowing that eight months ago you were terrified as you had pulled into the driveway, the house seeming like a daunting prison. But now all you could see was home, the place where you could be safe and loved. 

“As of now, I’m unavailable for the next week. Don’t call me, don’t text me, don’t email me. My phone will be off and put away along with my office locked up,” Enji said sternly to Keigo as he climbed out behind you, “If it’s important enough to interrupt me, send someone with a death wish, especially if its Yagi”.

“Yes sir,” Keigo said, fighting a smile from his face, “Can I ask you something though? What are we going to do about Natsuo?”. Enji paused for a moment, taking a deep breath.

“I don’t know. But he’s gone. Cleared out his bank accounts and left. So it’s best just to leave him alone” He said with a resigned sigh. Keigo nodded in understanding, turning to leave. 

“Thanks for the bonus by the way!” He called over his shoulder. Enji huffed and waved him off, following you to the house. 

It was obvious Fuyumi had been here, the scent of cleaning supplies lingering in the air and a couple of windows open in the living room allowing a breeze to refresh the house. 

“I’ll have to thank her,” You said, already thinking of something you could get for her or bake her as a show of gratitude. You knew things had been hard for Enji with you gone and you know the overwhelming scent of his depression would have made you more than upset. 

“Don’t worry, I’ve already sent her enough money to go on vacation out of the country for a break” Enji reassured you. With the house smell so fresh you were acutely aware that you hadn’t bathed since this whole fiasco began. 

“I need a shower” You stated, taking his hand as he offered it and headed upstairs. It felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders when you opened the door to your room, the soft scent of you and Enji mingling together and making your heart warm, but you had to fight every instinct telling you to climb into your bed. Not until you were clean and smelling like yourself again.  Enji didn’t hesitate to help you undress, pulling your shirt off and throwing it like it offended him, a soft growl rising in this throat at the smell of other Alpha’s on you. Especially with your heat simmering just below the surface. You were thankful for a bit of reprieve, the comfort of finally being home with your Alpha making every instinct calm and easy to keep at bay, for now. Enji started the hot water for you, urging you to get in as he undressed. You had never been so grateful for a shower, the water feeling like hot fingers digging into your shoulders and massaging away the tension as a soft moan escaped. You went to grab your bottle of shampoo as Enji stepped into the shower behind you but he swatted your hand away, the large Alpha squirting the soap into his hand and beginning to lather your hair. 

“You know I can wash myself,” You said in an attempt to be teasing, even as you melted against his chest. 

“Just let me,” He said gruffly, “it… calms him down”. You hummed in acknowledgment, knowing he was talking about the baser instinct Alpha inside who was tearing at the surface to be let free and comfort his omega. You were surprised his rut hadn’t been triggered with the distress, showing another testament of the control Enji had over himself. It was quiet as he rinsed your hair and repeated with your conditioner, stealing the loofa from your fingers to soap your body too. He was touching you as if you were glass, like you would shatter at just the wrong movement.

“I thought I’d never get to see you again, never get to hold you again,” He said quietly, the sadness and pure upset thick in his tone as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, “I’m so grateful to have you back”. 

“I was afraid too,” You admitted, body shaking lightly at the thoughts of how badly this whole thing could have ended, “Can’t imagine living without you”. 

“I did for a week and it was the worst experience of my life. I’ve been tortured and I would pick that in a heartbeat over losing you again,” Enji said, rinsing your loofa and going to reach for his own shampoo. He gave you a shocked look when you swatted his hand away in the same fashion, taking the bottle from his hand. 

“This isn’t a one-way street, Enji,” You said with a smile, squirting the soap into your hand, “I missed you too”. Just because he had to stoop slightly so you could wash his hair for him didn’t matter, the rumbling purring filling the bathroom made that clear enough as you ran your nails across his scalp, thoroughly washing through his crimson hair and loving every moment of being able to pamper him and watching the tension release from his shoulders with just your touch. You always loved the shivers than ran across his skin when you touched the tattooed skin of his back, the red dragon curling up his spine and ending at his shoulder blades still mesmerizing as you ran your fingers along it as you took his loofa and soaped his back. 

“You’re so beautiful Alpha,” you said, watching goosebumps race across his skin at the name, a suppressed groan in his chest. 

“Nothing compares to you, my love,” He said, turning back to you and lifting your face to look him in the eyes, “Not the sun, the moon, or any of the stars”. The kiss he pressed against your lips had your knees shaking, so much love poured out in a simple action that it made tears spring to your eyes. You were suddenly hit with another wave of cramps, the emotional reaction to the sweet moment had dragged your heat back from the brink with a vengeance. Enji turned the shower off as you stumbled out to wrap in a towel, drying the water still clinging to your skin quickly and not even bothering with the clothes on the counter Enji had gotten for you just in case. You sighed with relief when you were finally able to sink into your bed, the sheets freshly cleaned but your pillows and blanket still the same and smelling of your Alpha, even if it was slightly soured with his previous upset. The heat was stifling all thoughts past getting your bed straight, moving the blankets around until you were satisfied, you knew you were going to need more materials later but it barely being the first day of your heat the things you had would be just fine. Everything felt just slightly off with not having been prepared but at least your instincts were quiet, Omega satisfied that at least you were home. 

“First days always the worst,” Enji said from the bathroom doorway as he watched you move things around and spread your scent anywhere you could that didn’t feel saturated enough, “Are you feeling alright?”. 

“Hot,” you said, pushing the blankets away from you. Enji flipped on the ceiling fan and a moan tumbled from your lips at the feeling of the cooling air against your skin. 

“Better?” He asked, pulling a water bottle from the mini-fridge situated next to the dresser on the far wall. He stood next to his side of the bed, cracking the seal on the bottle and motioning you over. 

“Don’t want water,” You said with a pout, reluctantly crawling over to him across the bed. 

“Don’t care, not going to have you passing out from dehydration” He said in a firm tone tilting the bottle towards you, “Drink”. You did as you were told, taking a few gulps from the bottle before he put it to the side with a satisfied hum. Enji had slipped on a pair of underwear in the bathroom and you had just noticed, your heat-addled brain zeroing in on the black briefs hugging his thighs. 

“Off,” you said, a soft growl bubbling from your throat. He didn’t move fast enough, your hand gripping against the waistband and tearing the material down the side.

“Impatient are we?” He asked, a deep groan of approval gracing your ears as you wrapped your hand around his half-hard length. You didn’t say anything, not trusting your voice to not be broken and whiny. Your eyes rolled back as you took his cock between your lips, tongue dipping into the slit and tasting his pre-cum as his smokey scent filled your nose. It took everything in him not to thrust against your mouth, letting you savor the moment and tease him with your tongue at your own pace. This was about you not him, even if his breath was growing ragged and thighs shaking anytime you sucked against him. His cock was in the back of your throat before he knew, nearly going cross-eyed as you push your face against his pelvis and took him in so deep he could barely feel your breathing. You could feel yourself beginning to leak against the bed, thighs rubbing together as your heat began ravaging your body, sweat slickening your skin as hot flashes surged. Thankfully the cramping was easier to ignore as if your body knew it would get exactly what it needed. 

“Come on now, gonna make me cum” Enji said with a groan as he pulled you off, surprise lighting his gaze when a keening almost hurt whine broke from your lips. Your breath was coming out in harsh pants and you could feel the heat on your skin and knew you were flushed, probably looked a sweaty mess but you couldn’t find it in you to care. Not when your Alpha was looking down at you with such love and devotion it made butterflies swarm your stomach. 

“Let me take care of you baby,” Enji murmured, nudging his nose against your cheek, “make the pain go away”. His right hand smoothed up your side to your shoulder, pushing you back against the bed. You turned under his touch, facing your back to him as you presented yourself on your knees. The arch of your back pulled a ragged moan from him, your pretty cunt on display just for him and leaking so desperately you had already soaked through the sheets.

“Just like that baby? Like the very first time?” He said with a rumbling croon, pressing hot kisses along your spine. The thought of the first time he ever knotted you had you sinking further into the mattress, a desperate sound leaving you as you looked back at him with lust-blown eyes. Enji had to grip your hip to keep you from pushing yourself back on his cock, wanting to ease you back so as not to hurt you. 

“Easy love,” he purred, one of his large hands pressing against your shoulder blades soothingly, “I’m not going anywhere. Ever again”. 

“Promise?” You asked, your voice breaking as you pleaded. With a shift of his hips, he was sliding into your soaking entrance, a guttural moan being forced from your lungs at the stretch. 

“Promise,” He said, barely shifting back before thrusting in. You could feel the slick running down your thighs and splashing up on his abs every time he fucked into you, huffing groans of restraint raining down against your hot skin as you slick heat sucked him in anytime he tried to pull away. Your first orgasm took you by surprise, no building up just a pleasurable burn settling in your abdomen as the head of his cock nudged just past the soft spot inside of you.

“Gotta ease up, gonna cum too quick” Enji growled, the almost begging undertones to his voice not escaping your ears as he began thrusting just that much harder, pulling obscene sounds from you as he bent over your body to gather you against his chest.

“Please Alpha, want your knot,” You said with a breathy whine. All the breath left you when he gripped your hips and spun you around to lay you on your back. 

“I’ll give it to you love, just want your mark on my throat first,” Enji said, his strong hands wiping the sweat from your forehead and pushing your hair away from your face. His hips hadn’t stopped moving and you were so close again, the squelching sucking noises of his cock pummeling in and out of your tight entrance had your eyes rolling and your back arching. 

“Feels good doesn’t it?” he asked as he brushed his nose along your throat, his tongue running against the sweaty skin of your mating mark. The light dig of his teeth into the skin had your legs locking around his waist pulling him as close as you could get him. The slick velvet of your walls clamped down around him as your orgasm burst through your stomach, a pleasured scream tightening your chest as your head spun. The only thing keeping you grounded was the insistent hand pressing against the back of your head urging you to the bare skin of his throat as his thrust grew sloppy. 

“Please Omega, put your sweet bite on my skin, can't take it anymore, want to be yours, all yours” Enji panted, the begging rumbling whine sending a shiver down your spine. You had never heard him make that sound before. An animalistic snarl dragging from his chest as you sink your teeth in, the hot flow of his blood running against your teeth and tongue as has he finally pushed his knot in with a pleasured moan, almost howling at the feeling of rightness as he filled you with thick spurts of cum and felt the bond settling over his body. Your hearts thrummed in tandem, bodies buzzing like your veins were filled with golden sunlight, 

“I love you” you panted against his lips as he kissed you, a satisfied purring radiating through both of your chests. 

“I love you too, more than anything in the entire world,” He said, carefully holding you and rolling onto his back so he didn't jar you or pull at the knot. Your body felt like liquid as you lay against his muscular chest and stomach, kissing softly against the still bleeding bonding mark and relishing the feeling of his warmth against your lips, the absolute purity of his scent sending your head reeling and slick leaking out around his knot. You shifted your hips, testing to see if you could ease him out yet but he was still locked against you, cock still lightly throbbing and leaking lazily inside of you. 

“Try and relax, it might be a while,” Enji said with a groan as you tugged slightly. 

“Need you again,” You moaned against the flesh of his throat, sucking up a bruise as he growled, “Want you to fill me up again, please”. 

“Just relax and you can have me, knot won’t go down if you’re squirming like that” He panted, hands going to down to still your hips. Enji kissed along your cheeks and the bridge of your nose as you steady your breathing, feeling the knot slowly begin to release. As soon as you could move you were sitting up, hands on his chest as you lift your hips off of him, both of you moaning as your combined fluids rushed out and soaked his pelvis and the bed beneath him. The hormones from your heat were racing through your brain immediately, the pheromones of his scent and his cum on your skin causing your brain to fog. You could feel him hard against you again, the arousing scent of your heat affecting him down to the deepest parts of his instincts. His hand moved down to grasp the base of his cock, lining the tip up with your sensitive, swollen entrance as you sank down, causing a high-pitched squeal to fall from your lips. The stretch at this angle had you drooling, your hips immediately beginning to bounce against him and chasing the high that was so close you could feel it at the tips of your fingers.

“You’re so beautiful, God just look at you,” Enji groaned, eyes so lust blown the turquoise was a thin ring, “My beautiful Omega. Mine, Mine.” The last word was said in a deep possessive growl, his sharp canines shining in the low light of your bedroom.

“Bite me Enji, mark me again” you begged, the plead barely leaving your mouth before he was sinking his teeth in just as you had done. You were both so sensitive that when you orgasmed around him his knot swelled again, a rough thrust popping it through your entrance and filling you fully. The pleasure was blinding, the feeling of his teeth in your flesh and his hot cum filling sending your vision to black for a moment he pulled you down to lay against him again, rough groans vibrating your ears as his cock throbbed. Enji traced light kisses against your throat, cheeks, and lips, smearing your blood around like a trail of his love on your flesh. 

“Rest now sweet one, you need it,” He said with an exhausted sigh, “so do I”.

《♡》

It was early morning when you cracked your eyes open, dawn having just passed and the early birds beginning to chirp outside. Enji’s snores drowned them out though, his heavy chest rising and falling like he hadn’t slept in years. Which is exactly what it felt like, a deep tiredness still dragging at your bones. 

“Need me?” Enji asked, his morning voice so deep it seemed to rattle you as he laid a hand against your back to hold you close. You shook your head, heat not taking priority right now even though you didn’t know how long it would last. The warmth surrounding you sent a purr vibrating through your chest, so content being home and in the arms of your Alpha you nearly cried. As unconventional as all of this was, and dangerous at times, you couldn’t think of any place you’d rather be. Anyone else you’d rather be with. You could feel Enji’s ownn content happiness through the bond you shared now and that only comforted you more, snuggling up against his chest. 

“Someone’s lovey this morning,” Enji said with an amused lilt to his voice, his scent smokey sweet with affection.

“Can’t help it,” You said burying your face in the crook of his arm. His warm hand dragged you up to face him, pulling you close to press a kiss to your lips.

“I’m so in love with you” He said, resting his forehead against yours, “Will you marry me? Be my wife and let me love you properly for the rest of eternity”. Tears swam in your eyes as you smiled, barely able to squeak out a “Yes” before he was kissing you again, hearts beating as one. Maybe everyone got it wrong retelling the legends, because you knew now for a fact that Oni’s do have hearts. 

[imabookadict]

part two of this fic

part three here

a/n: delivered a bit late but enjoy this!! could definitely write a part three if wanted

warnings: (very small) implication of sexual activity, once again not proofread (sorry!)

you were late.

azriel checked his watch for the third time as he stood outside of the nicest restaurant in all of velaris. he felt ridiculous, getting his hopes up that you would actually want to go out with him. spend time with him.

right when he was about to head back to the house and brood, you came running down the street bare foot, heels in hand. “i’m here!” you shouted, and azriel let a chuckle slip past his lips.

“i’m so sorry,” you panted when you had stopped in front of him. “i had lost my keys and i couldn’t just leave the house unlocked and then i had to run here and-“

az put his hands on your shoulders to calm you down. “y/n,” he smiled. “it’s fine.” he pulled back, and the sharp breath you inhaled was definitely obvious to anyone around.

azriel just as himself was gorgeous. but when he put real effort into his appearance? devastating.

he wore simple black slacks and a dark blue shirt, showing off his tattoos. his dark hair was pushed out of his face so you could clearly see his hazel eyes and long lashes. you noticed a scar that cut through one dark brow, and suddenly you found yourself curious as to how he got it. you found yourself curious about a lot of things when it came to him, despite the unease you’d felt before.

you darted your eyes away from him when you realized you had been staring. he didn’t mind though. he was doing the exact same thing to you.

after a minute of awkward silence azriel cleared his throat. “you- you look lovely, y/n.” a dark blush stained the shadowsinger’s cheeks, and you felt a slight satisfaction at the sight.

“you don’t look too bad yourself,” you winked at him, and the blush darkened even more so.

“are you ready to head inside then?” he asked, extending his arm to you. you took it with a nod.

over dinner, as you answered all the questions he asked you about your family, friends, life, you wondered why you had ever felt uneasy by azriel’s presence.

you asked him about his own family, and when he gave you a clipped answer you realized this was a male who was very lonely.

when dinner was over, azriel walked you home. when you had gotten to your doorstep, you were expecting him to lean in for a kiss, but he just stepped away and smiled.

you must of had your thoughts written on your face because he explained, “i didn’t want to make you feel pressured into anything. if you wanted to be kissed, you would initiate it.”

not a lot of males would care about that.

azriel’s eyes widened a bit as you stepped towards him and grabbed his neck. you’re touch was hot on his skin, and he instantly felt the heat travel to another part of him.

he bent his neck towards you, and when you pressed your lips onto his, he stood as still as a statue.

he hadn’t been kissed like this.. in a long time. had not experienced a kiss with so much feelings behind it since he was young. it made his heart ache.

and to know you wanted this, this female he was completely enamoured by, well, he wanted to shatter into a million pieces so you could put him back together again.

you pulled away from him, and noticed azriel’s chest was rising and falling in an uneven rhythm. you smiled, knowing you had such an effect on such a powerful male.

you turned and stepped through your front door, thanking and wishing him a good night.

but as you watched him walk farther away, you realized you did not want this night to end like this.

azriel turned at the sound of your door opening again, and he felt a smile grow on his face as you asked him,

“would you like to come in?”

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write some headcanons on how the brothers would react to the alternate timeline MC (the one killed by belphie, rip) haunting the house of lamentation? I just think some angst would be neato. Keep up the good work! I love your writing <3

Oh how much I love this concept. With all the ghost MCs I've been writing this fits in perfectly. How I love writing angst hehehe thank you for this wonderful ask

Thank you so much for your kindness. I hope I can do this justice :')

It has been months since you've been gone. Your body buried in the human world, and yet your soul still felt like it was lingering.

They could see you - a glimpse here, a whisper there and your presence everywhere. Almost as if you just walked past them into your room, and lay curled up in bed with Satan's new books or Levi's new manga. Only you weren't.

The bumps in your bed were just pillows and blankets. The extra chair stood out like a sore thumb. They would so often call you and then feel stupid for expecting a response. Except you had started answering back now.

Lucifer could often hear paper rustling in his sleep. And when he woke up he found the paper work was done more than he remembered doing.

He found his favourite tea brewing whenever he was too tired. And it tasted exactly how you used to make it.

At first he thought it was some sort of sickening joke from his brothers so he threatened to punish them if they didn't come clean. But it was none of them.

Then...MC? Did you come back somehow?

He went into a secret frenzy, looking for you everywhere. Sometimes when the house was empty, he screamed out your name, he could hear your voice softly calling back from your room.

Soon those soft vague sounds became his only comfort - he became super strict about silence in the house. He refused to have any other tea than the one he found magically brewing. He'd always kiss the cups before drinking from them, and his eyes would sting with unshed tears.

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Mammon might be scared of ghosts. But not you. Never you. Especially when he could feel your weight in his arms whenever he missed you too much.

Maybe the sensation was more vivid, since he was the last one to hold you alive. He could also see you. A faint shadow that walked beside and waved to him whenever he was in your room.

And though the shadow had no face, he could tell it was smiling. He felt calm around it. Like you never left. He denied your death the most and now there was reason to.

He barely left the house and most of the time he just stayed in your room. That's where he had most memories with you. Sometimes he found coins and Grimm strewn around your bed, as if you'd left it there for him. He took them and stored them away, never to spend them.

He was overjoyed when he saw your shadow in his room. He started talking to it like it was you, pressing his lips against the walls where you appeared and watching your shadow reaching up to touch his shadow, holding it tight. In those moments he swore he could feel your arms around him again. And on those nights, his pillows would be drenched with his agony.

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Leviathan first noticed it when he saw that Player 2 was always logged in, in all of his games. Even the ones that came months after you were longer there.

And while player two didn't actively play, he found boost items in his game inventory that he didn't achieve himself. You used to hunt down boost items to help with his battles and he protected you during the fights.

He starts getting even more into gaming, to the point where he forgets to go out for meals. Mammon and Satan have to drag him out to eat. He often just sits there talking to himself as if you're still there.

Then one day, in the group texts of the game, he sees you text. Player 2: 'Go get him Levi! I got your back; we have a lot of ammo!" He forgot the game altogether desperately typing back a message.

You don't text as often as he would like, but he's always waiting for whatever you say. It's easily the best part of his day. If he fell asleep in front of the screen, he would wake up covered with a blanket and good morning message on screen. His brothers claim to never have gone inside so he knows it's you. He cries into the blanket you covered him with cause he misses you.

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Satan came to feel your presence in the strangest way. There was a particular cat that you were attached to. That cat started finding ways to sneak inside the house, in the library or Satan's room, holding small books in its mouth.

When Satan opened them up, he found petals of your favourite flowers tucked away in some particular pages. It resembled the way you marked your favorite chapters using colored bits of paper or bookmarks.

He figured out a way to talk to you. He made something that resembled an Ouija board and left a little cat shaped button on it. He tried it out in your room, and it worked. You were talking back. Not whole sentences but broken phrases and words. So he used yes and no questions from then onwards.

He often found new books in his room, a hint that you wanted him to read them. While reading, he could swear he felt your head rest on his shoulder as if trying to read with him. He also left books in your room to read. Though he missed your touch and your voice, the fact that you still talk to him gave him so much joy. He often kisses the books he gives you, hoping they reach your fingers and litters the pages with tear stains in hopes you'd see them and come back.

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Asmodeus screamed the first time he saw you behind him in the mirror. You were transculent, barely visible. But it was you and your distinct smile and wave of the hand, leaning against his bathroom wall, long streaks of dried blood near your neck. He could even smell you - your scent like flowers, firewood and old books.

He tries to talk to you, even tries to hold you but you're just an image. A reflection that reflects nothing but empty space. You don't seem to talk but you nod or shake your head in reply. He presses himself into the mirror as if trying to hug you tight.

But lately he hears whispers, very faint and barely there but he hears them. Always calling him somewhere where there is a mirror. Cause that's the only place he can see you. If you thought he was obsessed with mirrors then, you should see him now.

He almost covered his whole room up with mirrors so he could see you from all angles, making you feel as alive as he possibly could. He screams your name into his pillows. Maybe you would respond if he was louder?

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Beelzebub often passed by you room, all covered now, just like Lilith's. The door was always kept open but he didn't dare enter. But one day, a strong gust of wind blew it wide open as if urging him to enter. So he did.

On the bed he found some fresh treats placed right in the middle of your bed. It was the treats he loved to eat together with you. How did they even get here?

He sat on the bed and absent mindedly started eating. When he ate, he could hear your laughter and you talking - a surge of memories flooding his senses. And when he was done, he could swear he felt your fingers wiping his mouth.

Eversince then he refused to eat anywhere except your room and his brothers had to drag him to the table during breakfast and dinner. But whenever a new bakery or restaurant opened, he would bring all the food back only to eat it in your room. And he would smile, listening to saying how delicious the food is. He would often clutch at his chest and cry, missing the way you used to hold him whenever he was sad. Won't you come hold him now, MC?

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Belphegor couldn't feel a thing. The only way he knew you were still here was when he brothers acted strangely. He'd ask them of course, but they'd never reply to him. He was the reason MC was gone. Why would MC show themself to him?

So he observed his brothers, always cautious for every little thing that was out of place. He'd caught all his brothers crying at some point or the other. Especially in your room. So he'd curl up in your room to spend the night in there hoping to feel you like his brothers. Only he never did, and Mammon and Satan would scream and drag him out the next morning.

None of the brothers would let him inside of their own rooms either. They couldn't save you when it mattered. So now it was their way of protecting whatever essence was left of you.

Feeling dejected and guilty he went and locked himself inside his old attic. He rested his against the bars that locked him in. Isn't this where he first met you, MC? Sigh. You'd been nothing but kind to him so why did he-

"Belphie.." Then he heard it. For the first time in forever, he heard your voice again. Soft and kind - just like before. He looked up and through the bars, he saw the most familiar sight. You smiling at him through the bars, your fingers wrapped around yours. And just like that he broke down. He started howling in pain, as he tried to reach you, but his fingers slipped right through you. "I'm sorry I'm sorry come back please come back!" He cried as you disappeared into thin air again.

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[erodasfishtacos]

Cheating!h blurb where ana asks why they dont have sex or at a party and she’s trying to pull him into a room and y/n watching him try to make excuses and then next time having sex with y/n he says anna keeps trying and she has the pride he doesnt give in... or something exploring that situation

warnings: smut, cheating, angst

“Anna, I just-“ Harry huffs as she tugs him into a spare bedroom of the party after he had put up a valiant fight to keep them in the main area.

Her hands are unbuttoning his already barely buttoned shirt, running down his bare skin, and he is cut off by a sloppy kiss to his mouth.

Fear shoots up through him, it’s not YN, he doesn’t want this with her.

“C’mon, it’s been almost six months and you still haven’t touched me. Just fuck me,” Anna complains, fed up with the lack of or more like nonexsistence of their sex life.

It was near impossible to believe, someone like Harry who oozed sex out of every pore of his body wasn’t sexually active or interested in fucking his girlfriend.

When Anna takes a different approach of going for his belt buckle, mouth trailing against his collarbone, and attempting to get to his groin - which hadn’t hardened in the slightest.

“Enough,” Harry states firmly, grasping her wrists lightly and making her look at him, “I don’t want to have sex right now, okay?”

His girlfriend’s face falters, “You never want to.”

“If you don’t like it break up with me,” He hisses, knowing YN is going to get suspicious the longer they’re in a room together.

Anna, who really did have a kind heart, frowns, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pressure you into anything. I would never force you to.”

Harry just rebuttons his shirt, “S’fine. Let’s just get back to the party and have a good time, yeah?”

She nods as Harry swings his arm around her shoulder, unlocking the door, and pausing when he sees YN a bit of the ways down the corridor - staring at the two leaving the bedroom.

“I’m going to get a drink,” He dismisses bluntly, his focus set on the girl who was visible angry with him in the kitchen.

Before he can get out a word, she steps forward and swipes her thumb against his collarbone.

It comes back with the waxy substance of Anna’s bright mauve lipstick.

“Have fun in there, did you?” YN asks, she tries to keep her tone cool and unbothered by Harry sees right through it to the insecurity.

“You know I didn’t,” He replies between gritted teeth, how could she get jealous when this was all her?

He didn’t want a girlfriend.

Well he did but he only want her and she fucking knew that.

“If you wanted me to believe you, maybe you would have wiped her lipstick marks from your neck and chest,” She chuckles and it makes Harry’s hair on the back of his neck stand up.

It was the distinct chuckle and tone she used when she was upset but wasn’t going to admit it over her dead body.

Before he can call her out, she shoulders past him, disappearing into the dancing crowd of people and out of his side.

“Fuck,” He mutters, running a hand through his hair before trudging off to find Niall and Zayn - to distract himself.

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“Stay the night, please?” Anna asks softly when Harry pulls up to her small, quaint little house that fit her perfectly.

“M’sorry. I have a long day tomorrow.”

It was a lie. It was rarer that he told the truth to his girlfriend than fibbing.

“So? Let’s cuddle, do something,” She begs, frustrated with her emotionally and sometimes physically distant boyfriend.

Harry shakes his head, “Maybe next weekend.”

He always said that.

It never happened.

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As soon as he drops off Anna, his next stop is a route that is ingrained in his head front and backwards, her apartment.

He has a key, doesn’t bother knocking and just barges into the dimly lit house with her shoes tossed clumsily on the floor - almost trips.

When he finds her, she’s in a towel - freshly showered, and brushing through her hair in her small walk-in closet.

She heard him come in, knew he was storming in here, and still didn’t turn around when he slammed open her bedroom door.

He’s crowding behind her, knocking the brush out of her hand, and pinning her to the wall, “You’re so bloody ridiculous. You jealous little brat.”

YN doesn’t respond, her body still wound tight with tension and a gluttonous feeling of rage for earlier in the night.

“Been fuckin’ you and only you since I was seventeen. Y’know that I didn’t fuck her, didn’t even touch her and you still have the nerve to act like a crybaby,” Harry seethes, his whole chest pressed against her back, no room to escape.

“Her lipstick was all over you,” She argues back weakly when his hands come to the knot in her towel, teasing at unraveling.

“Yeah because she was begging me to fuck her and I said ‘no’ so she tried to get in my pants and I pushed her off.”

“Why?” YN murmurs, quiet in the small space.

“You fuckin’ know why,” Harry growls with his teeth grazing across her bare shoulder blade.

“Say it.”

“I pushed her off ‘cause you’re the only person I’ve fucked since I was seventeen. My cock is yours,” He rasps, untying the knot and letting the towel drop.

He wishes she would just end all this bullshit.

Let him have her fully and completely but she was so fucking afraid of getting hurt when it wouldn’t happen.

“Go on, tell me who owns this cunt,” Harry demands, hand tucking between her thick thighs to cup her puffy mound in his hand.

“H,” She whimpers as his finger lightly slides up the wet groove of her center with a careful drag.

When she doesn’t give him the answer he wants, he gives her clit a hard pinch, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Yours, fuck - it’s yours,” YN huffs at the slight but welcome pain on her nerves - relaxing when it returns to soft strokes.

“Anna is pretty, y’know? Had her on me, kissing my neck, unbuttoning my shirt and shit,” Harry hums against her ear, two fingers sinking into the tight heat of her body.

He continues, “Didn’t even get hard when that happened. That’s how fucking trained I am for you. What a tight fucking leash you have me on.”

YN turns a bit into putty at his words, insecurity slow flooding out of her body, and feeling more like how she usually does.

“How do y’ever forget? How much I love you?” He asks in true disbelief, it literally oozes through his pores how much he adores his high school sweetheart.

“Don’t-“ She squeaks desperately.

“Why won’t you let me tell you how much I love you, baby?”

His voice like dark, sweet honey that seeps into her every nerve-ending and makes her feel lethargic, in a boneless silky way.

“Stop plea- Just touch me,” YN begs when his fingers crook into against her plushy, tight walls with focused strokes.

“You need to admit it, y’stubborn little thing. I know how in love you are with me,” Harry pushes, needing to hear validation from his favorite person on this earth.

He squats down, spreading her cheeks, and leaning in to lick from the top of clit all the way back to her other entrance.

His large palms keeping her apart, digging into the thick skin until his fingers are white - tongue finding her core and darting in to her most sensitive area.

“H, oh my god,” YN moans, head falling forward against the wall, pushing her hips backward into his mouth.

“Darling, c’mon. Show me how sweet y’can be f’me,” Harry goads encouragingly, it always took a little bit of effort to get her to break.

“I love you….s’much,” She whispers, voice cracking on the last syllable as he rewards her with a suckling kiss to her clit and slips his fingers back in.

“I know y’do, baby. You know I’d never give it to anyone but you,” Harry coos, anything to get her to soften her harsh edges, chip away at her stone wall.

Her hand reaches behind to weave through his hair, her stomach sucking in harshly as she feels her tight band snap as she releases.

“O-oh, you’re mine. Y’mine,” His love chants as she rides out her intense wave of her orgasm as he helps her through it.

“M’yours,” Harry agrees immediately, standing up and a smile breaks on his face when she turns around and wraps him into a hug.

“I love you. I know you didn’t touch her. I just hate it,” YN murmurs softly, undoing his shirt and sliding it off of his shoulders.

His smile fades at her words, “Then make it stop. The minute you tell me you’re ready to make this work, I’ll break up with her.”

“I’m no-not ready,” She stammers, eyes widening like a deer in headlights at his words.

So afraid. So fucking scared.

“Okay, okay,” He soothes when he sees her chest start to rise faster and faster with anxiety.

He doesn’t want to drop it.

He wants to shake her and ask her how the fuck she doesn’t see that they’re already in a relationship and she’s being blinded by irrational fears.

Harry waddles them over to her messy bed, pushing her back and adjusting until she’s in the center - staring at him with doe eyes.

He loves her so much it hurts to look at her for too long.

When he tugs off his jeans, taking his phone out to put on the side table - he sees an unread text from Anna.

I’m sorry about earlier. I really want to make it work with you. You’re a great guy x

Harry should feel bad. Maybe his stomach should have dropped or something at how awful he’s being to that girl.

But when his love is splayed out, pliant and malleable for him, he can’t find an ounce of fucks to give as he tosses it on the bedside table.

He had been in love with this girl since he was sixteen, never fell out of it, he was addicted to her - willing to go through all this bullshit if it meant he had her.

It always felt like the first time, crawling on top of her, and bending down to pull her puffy lips into a strong kiss as he slides in, always a pleasant stretch.

As they move together, in a familiar rhythm, she murmurs against his lips, “One day, I’ll be ready.”

“Please, make it soon, darlin’,” Harry pleas, swallowing harshly before pushing his emotions into hard, deep thrusts.