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aesopsharpmybeloved · 1 year

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Just You Wait

Father Paul and you enjoy a steamy little 'recreation' in the recreation centre. Set during Pirate Priest, or Halloween On Crockett Island.

I had this idea I thought was hot, but didn't know if it wasn't too freaky, so I went and got a second opinion from @blackberries45 and she also thought it was hot. So I hope you'll find this hot as well :)

Basically, Paul and reader being switches who love each other and their fun.

NSFT/18+, I SWEAR TO GOD, GO AWAY CHILDREN

Just You Wait - 4.8K

tw: explicit sexual themes, slight femdom, oral sex (woman receiving) consensual unprotected sex (het), rough(er) sex, semi-public sex, comeplay, swearing

“Oh, just you wait till I get my hands on you, father.”

Father Paul shivered. While your voice was cheeky and teasing, it had that unmistakable undertone to it, one that was a promise as much as a warning. He also couldn’t have imagined that look in your eyes, that dark intense expression which made his heart thump loudly and heavily within his chest as pins and needles of excitement and anticipation settled in his belly. Your relationship was based on mutual adoration and trust, but also openness, in every aspect of it. Therefore, when Paul learned he really likes it when you take the lead and full control every now and then, he told you so openly. Turns out, you also liked to take on the dominant role sometimes.

And so, the priest knew he’d be on the submissive side of today’s activities, at least at first, and this knowledge brought a flush to his cheeks and a rush of blood to his groin. Still, he kept teasing you, riling you up, just to make sure you kept your promise. And by the time the two of you waved goodbye to the last few volunteers who helped hauling the pumpkins into the rec centre, he was positively desirous. He stood, still as a statue with his hands on his hips, watching the backs of his neighbours disappearing through the door with a friendly smile. The door closed with a little thump and his eyes immediately turned to you.

You too observed the now closed door, not making a sound. After a minute or two, during which Paul felt his sanity slowly melting away, you finally moved. You walked over to the door and turned around to face him. Your eyes boring into his and claiming the priest’s entire attention, you made a big show of reaching for the key in the lock. In the absolute silence broken only by a light buzzing of the fluorescent lights above, the click of the key turning around in its lock penetrated the air like a gunshot, and made Paul’s wildly beating heart skip a beat.

Like a predator nearing its prey, you made slow, calculated steps towards the man, keeping your eyes on him the entire time. He watched, transfixed, not daring to move a muscle until you appeared right in front of him, showing no intention of stopping. Paul took a step back, then another, then another, up until his back made contact with the cool wooden wall of the rec centre. You looked at him appreciatively, his pupils were blown so wide it made his eyes appear entirely black, and it was rather obvious the priest was trying very hard to control his breathing.

You were in his space now, so close you felt each of his shuddering exhales on your cheeks. A single sweet, reassuring smile is what you gave him, before looking down slightly and placing your hands on his shoulders. They made their way down his arms little by little, fingers squeezing the muscles there, the muscles he’d been teasing you with the entire afternoon. Finally, you reached his wrists, and, in a single quick movement, closed your fingers around them hard and lifted his arms up to pin them against the wall above his head. This move caused his body to get effectively trapped between you and the wall. A single small whimper escaped his lips.

Father Paul was obviously stronger than you, could easily escape the confinement, could push you back and flip you around without the slightest difficulty and both of you knew it. Neither of you cared. Paul obediently held his hands up against the wall, a little shiver involuntarily running through him as his t-shirt rode up and exposed a strip of the soft skin of his lower belly. Giving him one more smile, this time a devilish one, you lunged forward to capture his lips in a rough, bruising kiss. The man let you ravish his mouth to your satisfaction, feeling each little nip and bite shoot straight into his already painfully hard cock.

Soon your mouth left his rapidly swelling lips to latch onto his neck instead. His eyes were fluttering now and more little sounds were leaving him. A bit of shuffling and suddenly his chin was grabbed, forcing him to open his eyes. In his haze he hadn’t even noticed that his wrists were crossed and held in a single hand, while you administered attention upon his throat. You held his gaze firmly, your thumb now stroking against his lower lip: “Now… behave.” Paul nodded. You returned to sucking on his neck while your free hand now travelled down, across his chest and stomach, before it snuck below the fabric of his t-shirt and moved back up.

You drew circles around his nipples with your thumb until they hardened into little pearls, and only then you lightly pinched one of them. At the same time, you bit just a little harder on a spot which would be hidden under his collar, and ground your hips into his. His loud gasp turned into groan and the priest was now an absolute putty in your hands. Leaving his nipples be for the time being, you let your hand go down again, until it reached the waistband of Paul’s work trousers. You ran your fingers up and down his dark happy trail, making him squirm and thrust his hips, trying to get some friction against his aching member. You moved back before he had the chance however and he let out an unhappy whine, hips thrusting into thin air instead.

“Shh…,” you said, moving so you could whisper in his ear, “I told you to behave, didn’t I?” Paul whined once more, but his hips stilled. You waited for a little while, letting him calm down slightly before you carried on. “Good,” you whispered at last and moved back close to him, fingers reaching to tease at the hair leading to his crotch again. He didn’t try to buck into your hand now, so you took mercy on him. “Very good,” you praised, “you’re doing so good, love.” Finally you slipped your hand past the waistband and into his trousers and underwear. His organ was damp and hot, releasing little drops of precum from the tip. With hands still pinned to the wall above, Paul let his head fall down on your shoulder, releasing an almost pathetic little sound as you finally took hold of him.

You pumped his cock slow and hard, sucking a mark onto that little spot just above his collarbone. You chuckled when you felt Paul’s knees buckle slightly, and a deep moan sounded right next to your ear. “Mhm, f-fuck … you’re going to make me come into my pants,” said the priest, his voice high and breathy. It was neither a question, nor a warning, it was a simple statement of the truth - he knew that was your plan from the start. You grinned against the already purpling spot circled by a reddened imprint of teeth and pulled your hand out. After you made him raise his head and turn his attention to you, you made a show of sucking the remains of his precum from your digits, humming appreciatively at his taste.

He looked like a glorious mess, with his hair out of place and sweat glistening on his skin. His beautiful mouth was raw from your bruising kisses and eyes unfocused. You moved closer again, your free hand moving up once more to grasp at one of his wrists. Placing one of your legs between his, you pressed your thigh against his poor clothed member, slowly moving in an up-and-down motion before stopping. One more intense look was all it took for him to understand and he thrusted his hips, rutting against your thigh. “Go on, love, you’re doing well,” you breathed and put your leg even closer to help him.

He gave a thrust after another, finding a rhythm, before his head fell onto your shoulder once more. His arms stung with fatigue after being pinned above his head for so long, so even if he wanted to resist your hold, he now physically couldn’t. Of course, resisting was the last thing he wanted. Right now, the only thing on his mind was the tremendous need for release, as he desperately dry-humped your leg, his pace growing faster and faster. His face was contorted and he was certain some of the sounds he made were positively whorish, and that he’d be very embarrassed about them, hadn’t his brain been drowning in endorphins and his cock throbbing violently, pre-cum flowing in a steady stream and ruining his underwear.

His pace was feverish now, frenzied, and he rutted harder and harder to get more friction on his weeping organ, you had to hold onto his wrists extra hard to not get thrown off by the ferocity of his thrusts. Finally you had enough leverage to move one of your hands down again and into his hair. You grabbed as many strands as you could and tugged hard. The priest’s head fell back and his hips stuttered. A broken moan fell from his lips and his hips jerked involuntarily for several seconds, as Paul’s orgasm rolled over him like a hurricane and his cock finally released a thick spurt after spurt of cum.

You slowly let go of his wrists and the poor man nearly collapsed on you right there and then, his body overcome with pleasure and exhaustion, but you managed to hold him up by pressing his body against the wall with your own. You felt wetness on your thigh, as Paul’s spunk actually managed to seep through both his pants and trousers. After a while you shifted slightly and accidentally ground your hips against him, which made both of you whine, Paul with overstimulation, and you with your own until now ignored arousal. The priest’s long arms landed heavily on your shoulders, but they were entirely too weak now to really embrace you. Yours were too, after all, you had been the one to hold them there. Even in his post-coital bliss, however, father Paul got a brilliant idea, and slowly he slid down the wall, taking you with him, until he was sitting down, his legs bent at the knees. You automatically climbed into his lap and curled into him, pressing little soothing licks to the love bite you made.

Paul's breathing and heartbeat slowed down little by little, and he finally closed his arms around you with his head craned back and eyes closed, still riding out the last remains of his orgasm. You stayed like this for a while, with Paul’s arms slowly regaining their strength he started stroking intricate patterns on your back and hips, sometimes sliding underneath your top to feel your soft skin. The priest then lifted your head up from his neck by putting his finger under your chin, just so he could capture your lips in a messy delicious kiss, the intensity of it growing by the second. The flame in your core returned and you shifted your hips a little.

Father Paul pulled back to look into your eyes, his own darker than night. “Ride my face,” he said, his voice deep and rumbling, but there was a pleading undertone to it. You smiled softly, your thumb stroking over his pretty lips. “You want me to ride your face?” you asked teasingly, “want me to rut against your mouth, make your face all wet with my juices until all you can see, smell and taste is me?” The priest groaned and licked his lips, and you felt a stir under your backside. Paul’s cock was getting interested once more. You wiggled a tad, pressing yourself against the twitching organ before moving away and standing up. Paul looked at you, alarmed. “Be good and wait here, I’ll be right back,” you said and started walking towards the rec centre’s supply cabinet - there were blankets, pillows, some simple lightweight mattresses, all the things one would need were they to use this place as a shelter.

You came back with these items. They were all light enough to carry in a single arm. Paul eyed you questioningly, sitting in the exact same spot where you left him, not appearing to have moved a muscle. “I don’t want you just lying on the floor,” you explained. Some dominant play from time to time? Sure, but even when you got a little rough, you still wanted the other to feel comfortable. The rec centre’s floor was cold and hard, and you didn’t want Paul’s head dragged across the linoleum each time you thrusted against his mouth. You set the mattress down and put the pillow on it. The blanket you set aside for now.

“Get up,” you spoke softly with a smile. It wasn’t really a command, but it wasn’t a question either. Paul obeyed and stood, his legs just a little unsteady. “Come here, love,” your hand extended towards him and he took it as he reached you. “Now strip. I want to see you.” Not breaking eye contact unless inevitable, the priest began pulling at his clothes. First to go was the t-shirt, slightly stained from when he wiped his hands against it while carrying the pumpkins. His skin was soft and smooth, with a golden hue to it. His dark pink nipples hardened under the chill of the room and gooseflesh appeared on his arms. The mark you made above his collarbone stood out beautifully. He carelessly kicked off his shoes and toed off the socks. Paul reached for the zipper on his work trousers, but then stopped.

“Is… is the back door locked?” he asked quietly then. “Locked, and the key’s in the lock. I checked when I fetched the mattress,” you replied patiently, standing with your arms crossed and admiring the view before you. Finally he pulled the zipper down and popped the button open. Hooking his thumbs under the waistline of his trousers and underwear, he pulled it down, cringing at the wet sticky mess inside. “I think these are beyond salvation,” he murmured as he finally got rid of the clothes. He unceremoniously dropped them at his feet and looked at you expectantly, waiting for your next directions. His shaft was half hard again, glistening wetly with his release still, and throbbing slightly every now and then.

“Lie down, make yourself comfortable,” you said and began undressing as well, slow in your movements. He lied down, naked as the day he was born, resting on his elbows so he could watch you better. The priest didn’t care how many times he saw you bare before, each time it felt like the first time. Each time he was just so fascinated with how beautiful you are, every inch of you was an inch of perfection, your flesh made to be loved and adored and worshipped. He marvelled at your breasts, freed from the confines of your bra, the way they moved and bounced depending on what you were doing. He ate up the sight of your hips as if he were a starving man, the feel of them in his hands as he held them to thrust into you was tattooed under his skin, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. Once you too put away your shoes and socks and began peeling off your own jeans, his breath caught in his throat.

No, he decided, he will never have enough of this. Unlike him, you kept your panties on, and he shivered once he saw they were soaked with your arousal and clinging onto your most precious jewel, the sweetest forbidden fruit he wanted to taste over and over and always. You walked over to the mattress and onto it, your feet on either side of the priest’s rising and falling chest. Very slowly you kneeled, your clothed sex no more than twenty centimetres from Paul’s face in this position. He wasted no time. His hands took hold of your backside and the priest pulled you closer, his mouth immediately finding your clitoris through the damp fabric and he licked at it desperately. You sighed in pleasure, your ache finally attended to. Your hand went back into his hair and you gently massaged his scalp. You gave a little tug each time Paul’s wicked tongue sneaked under the cotton to lick at your folds. “Alright…” you breathed out airily after a while and pulled his head away, “lie down.”

Paul did just so, and you stood up once more to remove your last piece of clothing. Then you went to straddle him once more, this time right on his chest. You sat down now, your knees on each side of his head, his arms on your calves and hands closing around your thighs. “Please…” he said with that soft smile, his expression completely open, love and lust written on it so clearly, like black ink on a white page. You leaned forward to brace your hands on the mattress behind his head and he helped move you until your cunt was lined with his face. And then he lunged forward.

He moaned against your sensitive skin once he was flush with your dripping sex, tongue instantly darting out to lap up your juices and taste every single inch of your womanhood. Still, he pulled at your thighs, until you were close to sitting on his face. You let out soft gasps and sighs, feeling the knot in your stomach slowly coming into existence. You then shifted more of your weight onto your hands and rolled your hips, making Paul’s mouth drag over your slit and nub, and moaned at the sensation. The priest's eyes bore into you from his position, cloudy and half-lidded, but unwilling to miss a single second. You rolled your hips once more and released another moan, when his tongue slipped into your fluttering hole.

Now every time you thrusted, the tongue moved within you, his mouth was sucking hard and Paul’s nose bumped into your clit, sending tremors through your body. You found a rhythm and slowly climbed up the hill of pleasure, your moans becoming louder and more frequent under the priest’s wicked mouth. Your arms began shaking slightly and you were forced to relieve them of some of the weight, sitting on your lover’s face even more. He didn’t seem to mind however, his arms still pulling you closer and closer. Your mewls and whimpers filled the room, along with his own. You looked behind you to see his hips jerking unconsciously, his cock completely hard and dark red, standing against the priest’s stomach and leaking drops of precum into his own belly button, the clear fluid sticking to the hair underneath.

Paul felt you getting close, your walls fluttering around his probing tongue, his greedy mouth hungrily swallowing everything you could give him. You really were the only thing he could see, smell and taste, and he never wanted to stop. He was getting close too, your taste, all those sounds you made, the way your face showed all the pleasure he was giving you. The man was certain he could come untouched just from having you ride his face. You had different ideas, however. He whimpered when you put your weight back on your hands and lifted your cunt from his face. He even tried to pull you back, but you slipped from his arms and sat further away, on his waist.

Your pupils were blown so wide, only a tiny strip of your iris was visible and you were breathing hard. Paul felt your wetness mixing with the pre-cum on his stomach and it pushed him ever so closer to his peak. “I want you inside,” you said between rapid breaths, your voice no longer a command or a direction, it was a plea. “I’m not going to last,” Paul replied, barely recognising his own voice. You smiled at him from above, a drunken smile, white teeth contrasting with your flushed cheeks: “Yeah, me neither…” His hands took a hold of your hips and then travelled north, over your sides, sliding behind to stroke up your back until they reached your neck. He pulled you down, gently and connected your lips. His mouth, nose, cheeks and chin were all wet with your arousal and Paul wasted no time in pushing his tongue into your mouth, fucking it like he fucked your hole.

“How?” he asked after you had to part for breath. You thought for a moment, pleasure clouding your mind: “From behind, please.” Paul nodded and you went to change your positions. In the end, you were on your hands and knees, pushing your bum up into the air. Paul’s hands were spreading your cheeks apart, his thumbs parting your sopping wet folds and revealing your pink entrance. A tiny drop of arousal slipped out and rolled down your aching sex. “Oh, fuck ,” groaned Paul and moved forward once more, chasing the drop with his tongue and licked a long stripe between your labia. You shuddered and your head dropped forward: “Please Paul, please just take me already!” you were openly begging now, last bits of your dominance melting under the need for release, the need to be filled.

The priest climbed over you, his chest resting on your back and one of his hands moving to turn your head to him. When you did, he kissed you again, softly at first, but then he once more pushed his tongue past your lips and, at the same time, pushed his hard cock into your warmth. He easily slid all the way in on the first thrust and you had to pull away from his kiss to gasp and throw your head back. Your fingers dug into the mattress and a shiver ran through you. The priest filled you so perfectly you could cry. He gave you a few moments to adjust, but then his hips snapped harshly and you very nearly fell forward, all the while releasing a pathetic needy whimper.

Paul grabbed your face now and kissed you again, his other arm sneaking under your body to take a hold of your shoulder from below, and with that he began thrusting. His hold of you allowed him to deliver deep, hard thrusts while keeping you in place, all yours for him to take. The kiss was positively filthy, all tongues and saliva, shuddering whimpers and needy whines. “L-look at you, taking my cock so well…” said father Paul against your mouth, the snapping of his hips becoming faster, “like you were b-built to take me, and only me. I-I’ll, ah! Oh God, fuck! I’ll fill you so good, pump your pretty little h-hole so full of cum.” It was your turn to produce a very whorish sound as your eyes closed in rapture.

It drove you mad when father Paul talked dirty. Words that would sound crude from anyone else made your cunt clench on its fleshy intruder when they were spoken by him. You didn’t know why it was, perhaps it was the way his rich voice kept breaking, maybe it was the fact the pleasure he was feeling made him stutter. Maybe it was because he spoke them while kissing you, looking at you with such wonder and adoration. You were so close, your and his arousals were seeping out of your clenching heat and running down your thigh, and you felt blissful tears in your eyes. His hand finally released your face and stroked down your body, over your bouncing breasts and down your belly before it found its goal.

His fingers harshly pressed against your lovebud and your arms finally gave out. With a moan you fell forward and your face hit the mattress. Your hands were in front of you, scrambling for anything to hold on to, before they found the pillow and you buried your fingers into it, knuckles soon going white. Paul’s pace was brutal now and he ground himself into you, his bollocks slapping into the back of your thighs, his shaft hidden within you completely, all the while he carried on with the merciless attacks on your clit. You could no longer moan, only able to release small wretched whimpers as your lover pounded into you with reckless abandon. Your whimpers, his moans, the skin slapping against skin wetly all echoed through the mostly empty space, sounding extremely obscene and the air was filled with the smell of sex.

Paul leaned down and pressed open mouth kisses on your neck, shoulder, cheek, everywhere he could reach. “I’m so c-close, my angel. Come on, c-cum for me,” he said, his voice an octave higher and flicked over your clit hard. Your toes curled and your back arched, and you came so hard you nearly lost vision. Your walls squeezed the priest’s manhood in a vice grip and that was all he needed as he sheathed himself into you completely once more and released. He shuddered out a long groan and ropes of hot cum filled you, so very deep you could almost feel them in your belly. He shallowly thrusted as he was riding out his second orgasm that day, pushing his seed even deeper into you.

You lay boneless, too exhausted, too fucked out to move. The priest pressed more kisses against your shoulder and then pulled his softening member out of you, making you wince. He fascinatedly observed your still gaping, fluttering entrance as pearly cum began weeping out of it. He used his fingers to catch a few drops and push them into his mouth. Then he gathered more of your mixed releases and held the hand in front of your face, your head still on the mattress. You obediently opened your mouth, sucked the cum off his fingers and swallowed. Finally, your lover lowered his head to catch the escaping proof of your passion from your thigh before pushing it back inside of you with his tongue. You whined miserably, overstimulation and the sting from your wild coupling making you shy away from Paul’s soft tongue.

He took mercy on you and helped move you on your side on the mattress, your head on the pillow. He lied beside you and covered the both of you with the blanket you brought earlier. His strong arms enveloped you and you nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his usual scent mixed with the unmistakable smell of physical pleasure. You couldn’t stay long, of course, you already felt Paul’s come dripping out of you, and your thighs were getting sticky with the drying remains of seed your lover hasn't licked away. Right now, though, you were simply happy to be held and cuddled by him while you came down from your high, your bodies calming and cooling, brains regaining control of higher functions once more.

“You okay?” Paul asked after a while, his voice back to normal. “Yeah,” you whispered back and pressed a kiss on the mark you made earlier, “are you?” His fingers began combing through your hair softly and he sighed happily: “Couldn’t be better. Though, I’m not looking forward to putting on those pants again,” his nose crinkled cutely, “even if it’s just for the walk home.” You giggled quietly.

You got a little cleaned up in the rec centre’s restroom and wrapped your filthy underwear in some paper towels. You both decided going commando for the short walk back to the rectory was more agreeable than the mess you made of the undergarments. To be safe, you also pulled the sheets off the mattress to take with you, the pillow and blanket as well. A quick cycle in the washing machine and no one will be the wiser. Paul opened all the windows to get the heavy odour of sex out and you both inspected the floor for any proof of your little tryst. Feeling content nobody would ever know, you finally left the recreation centre, turned off the lights and locked the doors from the outside. Darkness fell while you were seeking the pleasure of each other’s arms, and the only sound around was the crashing of waves from the shore and a light gust of wind blowing through the wooded area behind the rectory.

You made your way to Paul’s little home, holding hands and enjoying the sounds of night. Once inside, you kissed his upper lip and excused yourself, so you could go load the washing machine in his bathroom. He joined you there not five minutes later, pressing his warm body against your back and gently curling his arms around your waist. He began pressing small butterfly kisses on your neck, while you fiddled with the washing cycles. You turned in his arms once you finally set one and the machine’s deep rumbling tore through the quiet. You reciprocated the kisses slowly. “Mhm… shower?” he offered. You smiled against his neck.

Hiya, I hope you enjoyed reading the 4.8k words of unashamed p0rn, because I sure enjoyed writing it :3 If you’d like, check out this story and the entire series on my AO3. I love feedback so much, if I’d love it any more I’d propose to it <3

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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years

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~ Heated ~

Warnings: Hybrid!au, bunny!fem!reader x wolf!dom!Bangchan x kitty!dom!Minho, threesome, consensual sex (YALL BE SAFE), penetrative sex (AGAIN, BE SAFE), reader goes into heat idfk?, jealousy (like a lot), nicknames (bunny, slut), sliiight dacryphilia, blowjobs, fingering, cum eating, creampie.

Word Count: 2,556 words (YO CHILL)

Requested: YE thank u anon *tips fedora*

Note: YALL this is the first time ive EVER written something like this and tbh i didn’t even know wtf hybrids did so i did my research lmao and if this sounds hella uneducated it’s because i am.... i studied biology in school but... not this 😳

Also I CANT FIND ANY GOOD GIFS OF THEM TOGETHER

A bunny, a wolf and a cat in the same space was anything but calm. You knew because that’s how you lived.

“Y/n! We’re leaving” exclaimed Bangchan from the hallway. They had some sort of meeting to attend which they told you about at dinner yesterday. You ran to the hallway in order to say farewell to your two loving boyfriends, that small tail of yours wiggling in the air.

Being much smaller than they were you jumped a tiny bit to reach their lips, kissing them goodbye.

“Be safe!” you yelled out the door as you saw their figures disappear.

“We will!” they yelled back in unison before the three of you giggled.

You were hit by the cold breeze from outside as you closed the heavy front door. Already missing them you sat down on the grey couch, throwing a blanket over yourself and putting on some TV show.

Hours later you heard a distinct chatter getting closer. It was Bangchan and Minho! The door handle of the front door rustled and your ears jerked to the location from where the sound was coming from. The two boys walked into the shared apartment giggling and chatting but something wasn’t right. Your scent never deceived you and in that moment you could have sweared that the smell of another female hybrid was lurking around them. You walked up to them and hugged both the boys, not wanting to make a scene just as they entered. Minho patted you on the head and ears and as you stood closer to the duo there was no doubt in your mind that they had been around another female in her heat since the pheromones change during that time.

“Had fun?” you asked them while they took of their shoes.

“It was alright” Minho said plainly. You were confused by the lack of emotions on his face. He walked straight by you, tail just as emotionless as his face. Bangchan pecked your forehead as your eyes were still glued to Minhos figure.

“What’s with him?” you asked the bigger boy.

“I..I don’t know y/n”. His voice sounded unsure and that only added to your suspicion. The smell of a female hybrid was still hitting your nose and so without thinking you blurted out to Bangchan;

“Were you near other girls?”

He was caught off guard by your brash question. His shaking pupils and flattened ears gave you an answer which made your blood boil.

“I can smell it on you Bangchan, don’t lie” you said with a stern voice while you looked up intensely at the boy.

He was frozen in place and couldn’t form a sentence before you slammed him towards the wall. Maybe slammed is a overexaggeration, more like pushed because he was double your size.

“Ok y/n! We might have...hugged a female and then realized she was going through her heat but we didn’t mean it!” he blurted out, scared of the fact that your ears were now tight against your head.

Now you understood why Minho had run off in such a hurry. When another female was in her heat it could trigger other hybrids as well and you felt the effects right away. Not only were you aggravated but helplessly rubbing your thighs together.

You stepped aside letting Bangchan go to which he did the same thing as Minho and hurried out of your sight. You stood there dumbfounded and horny. They had caused a problem and now they were going to have to fix it. Stomping, you made your way to the room from where you heard anxious chatter which was the bedroom.

“BANGCHAN AND MINHO!” you flung the bedroom door open and the chatter died down. You were met with two pairs of freightened eyes staring at you from the bedroom floor.

“Uhm...y-y/n... are you sure that you aren’t going through your heat right now?” Minho said hesitantly not wanting to annoy you even more.

You bolted to the cat-like boy and with a handful of this t-shirt you threw him against the wall, nearly knocking down a picture frame. Yet again, ‘threw’ being an overexaggeration but what wasn’t an overexaggeration was your temper.

Minho’s breath hitched as his back hit the wall Bangchan was still glued to the floor, not moving in fear of pissing you off even more. You looked Minho dead into the eyes but you were immedietly flustered as he smirked, responding to your eye contact with his slightly yellow cat eyes. The smirk turned into a insulting laughter as he licked his lips. His shadow was cast on you which made you appear small in comparison. The catboy approached you slowly, his fluffy tail standing up and wagging from side to side. Your ears got low as you backed away from him, still looking into his yellow marbled eyes. Bangchan’s gaze moved along your movements and stopped when you were blocked by the bed and couldn’t move away any longer. You sat down on the bed making you even smaller as Minho towered over you. His soft tail brushed against your arm sending a shiver down your spine. His ears twitched once before he bent down, feeling his warm breath against your cheek as he looked you into those innocent bunny eyes.

“Good bunnies don’t act like that, isn’t that right Bangchan?”

Your eyes shifted towards the wolf-like boy that had now stood up and was getting closer to you. You clenched your thighs together as you felt bare under Minhos intense gaze.

“Look at our little bunny, feeling desperate?” Bangchan cooed as he spread your legs with his foot, leaning towards you just like Minho.

“It’s n-not fair!” you proclaimed, leaning back on your hands against the bed and gripping the bedsheets, squeezing the fabric tightly.

“What’s not fair? It’s not our fault our little bunny is such a slut and heats so easily” he purred towards you. He wasn’t wrong.

Bangchan sat down beside you, feeling the weight of the bed shift. He snaked his big hands up your thigh eventually reaching your sopping cunt. You grinded against his hand and tried to gain some sort of friction between his warm hand and your clothed pussy. Minho grinned before he crashed his lips onto yours and once again his smugness shoked you. The kiss was wet and sloppy in contrast to his teeth that were sharp. You moaned in the kiss as Bangchan had slipped his hand underneath your panties and was now feeling your wet folds.

“We’ve barely done anything bunny” he growled against your ear as his canines poked out of his mouth. You shuddered, not only from Bangchans voice but how his two digits entered into your aching cunt at the same time Minho was swirling his tongue around yours.

Bangchan took off his clothes and then yours while the kiss advanced. Minho tilted his head and cupped your face into his hands as he rubbed his thumbs across your cheeks. You broke the kiss to catch a breath of air but before you knew it Bangchan layed you down on the bed, hovering above your naked figure. In the corner of your eye you saw Minho slowly undressing, his hardening member springing out of his underwear.

Bangchan attached his plump lips on yours that were slightly swollen from the intense kiss earlier. His hands roamed free on your body and kneaded your breasts firmly. The small whimpers that came out of your mouth only teased Bangchan more, now sucking purple marks onto your neck and boobs. Eventually he reached down to your throbbing cunt, kissing it a couple times before flattening his tongue against your folds. Moaning, you grabbed a fistful of his thick hair, pressing his face nearer. His tongue worked like magic as it twirled around your enlarged clit, feeling his sharp teeth from time to time when he softly nibbled on it. His tongue jabbed at you needy hole, making wet sounds everytime he did that. The pleasure was immense which was seen by the way your legs shaked. Bangchan saw the pained expression on your face as you were struggeling to part your legs and decided to give you a helping hand by pinning you things down to the bed, slowly tracing his fingers up and down them. Just as you arched your back Minho appeared and tapped Bangchan on the shoulder as a sign to move away. Bangchan nodded and sat further down the bed, pumping his raging erection as his eyes watched how Minho’s face got closer to yours. Those vertical slits in Minho’s eyes never failed to make you scared. His soft fingertips traced downwards as he stared at you and as his fingers reached your cunt that was sucked dry moments earlier he inserted two fingers without any precautions making your ears lurch up.

Your brows furrowed as you looked at him with a pleasurable expression on your face but he just smirked that teasing smirk yet again. His fingers pumped in and out of you at the same pace that Bangchan was pumping himself. His tip was coated with a drop of precum and his girth made your mouth water. When Minho’s fingers started reaching your g-spot you tightly shut your eyes as moans spilled out of you like liquid. He kissed you on your forehead before pulling out his fingers, leaving you empty. You groaned at the loss of contact but was quickly filled up again when Bangchan alined his member with your hole before sliding into you with ease. His tail brushed again your leg as he started pounding into you, not giving you any time to adjust. Minho couldn’t just sit there and jerk off, he needed to get into the action as well and so he yanked you by the hair, almost gripping your ears and rested his dick on your swollen lips. You looked up towards his cat-like face and hesitated because Bangchans was already sending you into overdrive. Minho saw the hesitation in your eyes before scoffing and saying;

“you wanted this slut”

He was right. You mouth was longing for his length. All hesitation washed away as you started sucking him off. First licking the tip before sinking down on his shaft, feeling him twitch inside your wet mouth. You were trying your best, bobbing your head up and down with speed but as Bangchan thursted into you harder and harder you couldn’t help but to occasionally let out a broken moan against Minho’s hard dick. This pissed him off. He pulled your hair, moving your face closer to abdomen as you choked on his dick.

“Suck it properly” he hummed before letting you go harshly. You coughed and moaned at the same time, all kind of sounds dribbling between your red lips.

Bangchan was close and you knew by the way his thrusts were getting more aggressive but just as a scream of pleasure was on it’s way out of you he pulled out. White ropes of cum covered your stomach and hipbone as Bangchan milked himself out of every drop, groaning and biting his lip while doing so. Minho pulled you up by your arm and harsly flipped you around on all fours. Now it was his time to have fun. His rock hard member entered your fuck out hole making you grip the sheets firmly, knuckles turning white. Even if he was smaller than Bangchan his dick sure wasn’t as it filled you up to the brim, the sensation of being stuffed coaxing a few whines from you. Minho held you by your hips and thrusted into you at an animalistic speed, the sound of skin slapping against each other filling the room. Your moans sharpened Bangchan’s ears and before he knew it his limp dick was hard yet again. Your head hanged down as you tightly shut your eyes, trying not to scream whilst gripping the sheets but you felt Bangchan’s hand cup your chin, lifting it up to face him. Looking up you saw his broad figure, his member right infront of your face. The look in his eyes was endearing, being a wolf hybrid he is often misinterpreted for being evil but you knew the love he had for both you and Minho. He stroked your cheek with the back of his hand before sliding two fingers across your lips. Without command you started sucking on them, earning a smirk from the wolf-like boy. Upon removing them a loud pop was heard and he instead replace them with his dick. Minho’s thrusts made you jerk forward, Bangchan’s dick hitting the back of your throat and accidentally choking you. Tears burned in the corners of your eyes but you kept looking at Bangchan through those tear stained eyes because his eyes were filled with love, reassuring you. The difference in pace and attitude almost broke you. Minho’s dick twitched inside of your cunt, his member fitting perfectly between your velvety walls while Bangchan was taking his time, gently moaning and looking at you, stroking your ears backwards as he admired how pretty you looked with his dick stuffed in your mouth with drool spilling from the corners of those petal-like lips.

Minho was going even faster, your boobs bounced with his movements and made you choke even more on Bangchan’s dick. He glared at Minho with narrowed eyes, angry that he made you uncomfortable and such a mess beneath him. Minho being the smug cat that he is didn’t care. He wanted to see you even more wrecked and so his last couple of thrusts were hard, pounding into you almost like a piston. Minho was getting more vocal, letting out groans and breathy moans. As you looked at Bangchan with a fucked out expression with his dick in your mouth Minho came inside of you. The white liquid coated your insides and make a squelching sound as Minho rode out his orgasm with small nudges into your pussy. Minho’s length was pulled out of you, his cum leaking in drops down your thighs. Bangchan’s head rolled back as his girthy dick twitched in your mouth once before his cum spewed down your throat. His canines poked out once again signaling pleasure as he patted you on the head. With a loving expression you looked him straight in those narrow eyes and swallowed, your adams apple bobbing from the action. He smiled down at you and pulled you up for a kiss as Minho’s cum was still dripping down your leg.

Bangchan pulled away from the kiss and layed down on the bed panting. Minho stepped inside the bedroom with a towel in his hand which he threw at you.

“You did well” he said shallowly before he muttered something under his breath. “Didn’t deserve it”.

Bangchan frowned towards the boy. “y/n always deserves it, shes our bunny after all” he said while wiping you down as you giggled when the touched your sensitive parts.

“Yeah but if you try to dominate me once more you won’t be able to walk” Minho said as he layed down onto the bed, pulling you closer to his slightly sweaty body.

“I-.. I won’t” you murmured but the three of you knew it was a lie.

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fantasia-monogram · 3 years

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Inspection

♥️ Inseong x reader (gender and pronouns not specified, female anatomy)

♥️ Smut (~2k words); I'm back with my quirky nerdy a bit emotionally detached Inseong agenda! Oral sex and fingering, a tiniest little bit of anal play, edging, lightly hinted objectification and somnophilia and, possibly, some elements of medical play (can be interpreted like that). Established relationship. They're both kinky bastards, everything is fully consensual.

♥️ Disclaimer: this is just for fun! I’m not claiming that’s how he is in real life, it’s just my imagination doing whatever it wants. Read at your own discretion.

You certainly didn't plan to wake up before the alarm, but the sound of rustling behind you pulled you out of your well deserved sleep. It was already getting bright outside - despite that, you were about to try your luck dozing off again.

At least until Inseong's arm sneaked around your waist, only to push you snug against his chest.

You hummed in confusion. Inseong? Awake at this hour?

"Shh- You can just doze off. I need to do an inspection on you." His whisper, smooth like silk, brought warmth to the back of your neck.

"Inspection?" You asked, although at this point, nothing coming from Inseong's pretty mouth should have sounded weird or confusing. Especially so early in the morning. "What are you on this time?"

"My brilliant brain. And eight hours of quality sleep," he murmured against the shell of your ear. That was true: last night, he went to bed right after taking a shower, claiming he would only take a short nap. Two hours later, you had no heart to wake him up, so you just snuggled with him and fell asleep yourself.

"Anyway, we haven't seen each other for a couple days… I need to check up on… some vital parts of your gorgeous body." His hand hovered over the front of your briefs. "See if you're cumming properly."

You squirmed in the embrace, unable to hide the jolt of excitement that rushed through your body. That only made Inseong pull you closer.

"Oh no, we can't have you all tensed up during the hole inspection," he cooed with fake sympathy; you couldn't tell if his choice of words weirded you out or made you horny. Probably a mix of both. "You need to relax."

Just as he said that, he moved his hand upwards, letting it slide under your T-shirt. He caressed the skin on your stomach, which definitely wasn't helping you calm down.

He leaned his head over your side. Now, with better access, he left a trail of tender kisses from your temple, all the way down your jawline. You were just starting to relax a little, when his fingers moved down, catching the hem of your underwear.

"The sooner we start, the better. Be nice and follow my instructions, okay?" he asked in a reassuring tone, although you knew he was just pretending. Mere thought of his dirty intentions made you shiver.

He sat up and pushed away the sheets.

"Can you lie on your back for me?"

You nodded and did as he told, your heart beating faster with every moment.

Inseong was in front of you in seconds, sliding your briefs down.

"Okay, now spread your legs wide."

You trembled when cold air hit you between your legs, as you hesitantly fulfilled the order - or maybe it was just because you felt so exposed. Inseong, not wasting any more time, nestled himself comfortably, leaning on his elbows. He moved his face dangerously close to your pussy; you could feel his breath on your skin.

After a while of just observing intently, he spread your labia with his fingers, using the thumb of his other hand to press your clit in a little circle. You grasped the sheets beneath you, holding back a moan.

All that anticipation was driving you crazy, even though he was touching you without any kind of lubrication so far.

"Oh, okay. Correct reaction."

Inseong's voice was steady and almost neutral despite the situation you were in; he still didn't bother to look away, either. Another circular motion of his thumb had you writhing, but you didn't make a sound - that is, until he grazed another finger through the slit of your entrance, making you whine at the brief contact.

You decided to peek, only to see him observe his now wet index finger. Then, he licked it clean.

To say you were all fired up would be an understatement.

"That's better." He returned to his earlier position. "But still not enough."

He made brief eye contact with you, probably just to make sure you can see everything well. Lining his face right above, he let a streak of saliva drip from his mouth onto your clit.

Your body jerked as the liquid hit your swollen bud, the roll of it through your skin almost agonizing. Inseong, still in character, watched it flow leisurely, until the last drops disappeared between your cheeks.

You swore your revenge after you were done. This amount of teasing was truly criminal.

Next moment you had to drop your threats, though, because Inseong nonchalantly brought some of your wetness up and started massaging your bud properly - all of that with his eyes still focused on his ministrations.

Yes, you were basically reduced to your pussy. Yes, it was turning you on like hell.

The movement was definitely too slow to be satisfying, so when clenching around nothing gave you no relief, you let out a couple strangled, high pitched whines.

Inseong picked up your clue, though not without putting his own twist into it.

"I suppose we're done with the preparation," he stated calmly. "Time to start the actual inspection."

That bastard. He was just playing around all that time.

He carefully pushed a single finger into you - and you could clearly tell it was the middle one, because once it was all in, its tip rested right on your sweet spot.

You tried rotating your hips to get some pressure you craved so much. Inseong immediately withdrew, no more than a centimeter or two, making you cry out from sheer frustration.

"Everything seems to be fine on the inside, too." Inseong murmured. You could hear a devilish smirk in his voice.

You were looking to the side, not wanting to show your eyes were glazed over with tears, but you caught Inseong sitting up straight with the corner of your vision. He was staring right at your face.

No, you couldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing you so worked up.

As if he read your mind, he put his hand on your knee, spreading it further. Still staring at you, he started pulling his finger out as slowly as it was humanly possible. You were so swollen and sensitive already that the deliberate, agonizing movement was making you lose your mind.

Inseong chuckled. He was clearly enjoying it.

You thought he was done teasing and would just peacefully bring you to climax, but he had something else in mind.

Daring to look at what's happening, you saw him finally pulling the finger out, a long streak of your juices sticking to it. You could swear you blinked for a mere second - only to get startled by your own sharp gasp as Inseong pushed three fingers at once into you, the slide easy thanks to all the wetness.

Oh God, the fullness was heavenly after all the teasing.

Keeping his eyes on you, Inseong started pumping his fingers in and out at a relentless pace. At the same time, he kept rubbing your clit with his other hand.

He might have sucked at physical activity, but his hand coordination was out of this world.

You covered your face with your arm to drown in the intense sensation; at this point, you didn't care - you screamed, unable to handle the delightful stretch in a collected way. Soon enough, your cries dissipated into quick breathy moans, a tell-tale sign you were close.

That's when Inseong abruptly removed his fingers, once again leaving you empty. You let out another scream; this time, out of frustration.

"For fuck's sake, just let me cum!" You hit the bed with your fist.

Inseong laughed out loud.

"What? Are you kidding?" He laid down on his stomach. "We still have another hole to inspect."

You went quiet immediately. You brought up this topic a couple of times before. Was he actually going to do it now? A shiver took over your body.

Inseong pressed his middle finger against your clit hard enough to elicit a choked gasp from you. He started moving it down, coating it well with your juices. Once he passed below your entrance, he licked his lips and leaned in to press them on your clit.

You couldn’t control the sounds coming out of you anymore when he put his mouth and tongue to work, literally making out with your pussy - slow kisses, licks and warm huffs of air turned you into a mess in no time. The feeling was so overwhelming you almost forgot about his finger that was going lower and lower down your crack.

You held your breath when you felt it touch your other hole.

Inseong stopped for a moment. He swallowed theatrically. What a show off.

“I need your consent for the final part of the inspection.” He was dead serious.

“G… go on…” You mumbled, surprised at how hoarse your voice has gotten.

With that, Inseong’s tongue swirled on your skin again, and his finger mirrored the movement. His oral game, as amazing as always, distracted you for a moment; he increased the pace, and you decided to focus on the sensation.

Then, you felt the pad of his finger push a little, and your mind was gone.

Your orgasm hit at the slightest breach through your rim; you came hard, practically wailing, shocked by the intensity. It lasted longer than usual as well, so that when you were done, you could barely get yourself back together.

“Oh God… Oh God, what was that…” You wondered, completely out of breath. Stunned and confused, you sat up.

Inseong’s shirt was soaked all around the collar, not to mention he was wiping his chin with a sleeve.

“I give it an 8 out of 10 score, just because of squirting. Didn’t get to inspect the other hole properly.”

You smacked his shoulder, although it was more like a weak pat considering your physical strength just leaked out of you.

Quite literally.

Inseong’s only reaction was surging forward to pin you to the mattress with his body. He pressed his lips against yours, letting you taste yourself on his lips. You didn’t mind it; you both loved being a little messy anyway.

"I love you so, so much. I'm sorry I called your cunnie a hole," he said, breaking the kiss. You shook your head at his remorseful expression; he always gave such cute nicknames to your intimate body parts that this one time wasn't an issue for you at all.

He embraced you tightly, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“Hey, sir, I think we have one more inspection to do,” you giggled, feeling a half-hard bulge poking your thigh through Inseong's shorts.

No answer came. You pulled away from the embrace as much as you could, locked by Inseong's tall frame.

The boy was asleep already, resting his head on your shoulder, a carefree smile on his lips.

You sighed and patted his hair fondly. Well, sometimes it was all about him giving you pleasure you deserved, rather than trying to chase his own. Having you blissed out under him would feed his (bigger than expected) ego just enough.

Actually, it was one of the things you loved the most about your relationship - right after Inseong's unusual quirks and kinks, that is.

#sf9 imagines #sf9 smut #sf9 scenarios #inseong imagine #inseong scenario #inseong smut #inseong x reader

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everything-laito · 3 years

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if I don’t have tendinitis by the end of writing this series, I am officially immortal. anyways here’s the long awaited Laito and Cordelia analysis: Part I

Hi, Corn here! Holy shit I’ve been wanting to write this for forever now; idk how long this series will be but uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I’m gonna wing it.

Lemme get something REAL clear before I begin. Because for some fucking reason I still see people trying to say that Cordelia did not molest/rape/etc Laito. Cuz she did. It’s called grooming and manipulation, sweetie. And I’ll explain that too.

Also, I’m not defending or justifying Cordelia’s actions (there’s a difference between explaining why something happens and defending it. For example, we know racism is harmful and awful, but explaining what it is and why it happens isn’t defending it). I also don’t defend Laito’s nonconsensual or abusive actions either on here, I also wanna clarify that. I just merely explain his theorized rationale and psyche.

God I don’t even know where to start, or where this is exactly going to end, but my god, time to pop off. I’m going to divide this into sections as well.

Also I think this is usually a given with all the Laito stuff I put on here, but, spoilers ahead! And trigger warnings galore! Pedophilia/rape/abuse/grooming/depression/anxiety are the ones I can think of now, but all of those are really a given on this blog. Just wanna emphasize it because I’m gonna go deep into em.

As always,,,,, rant under the cut~!

Section 1: Before the Storm (insert Life is Strange joke here)

There’s quite a bit of back and forth about where Cordelia started doing this. I just finished Dark Fate and the conversation between the triplets caught my eye. Laito mentions in his Dark Fate Ecstacy Epilogue that implies Cordelia wasn’t abusive at first. It’s revealed how Karlheinz used Cordelia just for his Adam and Eve experiment to create a new human race, which is why he blatantly ignores her after courting her and making her have kids that she didn’t even wanna have. Which is. Yikes. I’d say that’s a form of coercive pregnancy abuse.

The conversation turns to Laito who then says that Cordelia lost her mind due to of sexual frustration and then hurt the triplets. Sexual frustration is a real and common thing, but I’m gonna explain the potential logistics of this being turned into abuse.

Sexual frustration in general can be described as a sense of “dissatisfaction stemming from a discrepancy between a person’s desired and achieved sexual activity” (source). I know it’s from Wikipedia but the phrasing of that definition is just too perfect. (also Wikipedia’s good just to get the basics from ;) ) Sexual frustration can happen from physical, mental, emotional, social, religious, or spiritual barriers. Everyone has some kind of ideal sexual activity, whether it be innate and or learned (like getting used to sexual acts over time, whether that be from a traumatic or consensual experience). However, I can safely say that Cordelia has high libido, regardless of the reason.

Oxytocin, my absolute favorite hormone to talk about, is huge in this case. Touch starvation (what I’d say most of us are going through now because of quarantine) also depends on oxytocin level. We’re social creatures, and we need touch in some way. Having sexual needs is also not a thing to be shameful of (if you do have them), since that is also very human and very biological. Oxytocin is needed for so many things! From social bonding, sexual bonding, reproduction in general, and general emotional wellbeing. Everyone has different levels of oxytocin needs. With a lack of oxytocin, whether it causes sexual frustration or touch starvation (or both), it can create fear, anxiety, and or depression. This has to do with my favorite part of the brain, the amygdala. It’s this lil almond shaped part (hence, amygdala, which is Latin for “almond”) is responsible for empathy, your fight and flight response, as well as SO many other things. I’ll talk more about the amygdala later, because I’m getting off track.

Back to the logistics of oxytocin deficiency and abuse. Basically, I didn’t initially think that touch starvation or sexual frustration could get so bad that someone would resort to abuse. Haven’t found anything that supports that either. However, since it is linked to depression and stress, I do believe Cordelia would have other underlying psychological issues that made her response to depression and stress just so much worse. It’s kind of obvious that Karlheinz absurd her, and when someone goes through a traumatic episode, there’s different coping mechanisms or different emotions are triggered. Maybe even before Karlheinz she had issues, but we will never know. I just know that Cordelia seems susceptible to some kind of manic episodes, such as mood swings and intense behaviors.

Dark Fate confirms that Karlheinz most likely used this, and used Cordelia due to her Founder blood and that her psyche was “optimal” to eventually have the triplets kill her. Karl can see the future and past etc, I believe that was confirmed in Lost Eden too. Anyways, all of this paves the way to what Cordelia did to the triplets.

Section 2: The Beginning

There’s been quite a bit of back and forth between when did Cordelia start sexually abusing Laito? We know that Kanato and Ayato were abused when they were young, but there’s no flashbacks in Laito’s routes that depicts him being a child (to my knowledge). Not saying Laito wasn’t abused when he was a child, but I can assure you that the first time Cordelia had explicit sex with Laito was when he was older.

Special thanks to @vampiretsuki and @amiecris for helping me think this through on Zara’s server!

There hasn’t been any flashbacks that specifically show us the first time that happened. However, I believe that there was a flashback in HDB that shows one of the first times. Here’s a scene from Laito’s Dark Epilogue:

Cordelia: ー Laito…Laito… Laito: …Hm? Is something the matter? Cordelia: I have a favor to ask. It just isn’t enough. You can do it, right Laito? Laito: You really are something…So that’s why you came to me again? Cordelia: Fufufu…That’s right, Laito. Come on, quickly… Laito: …Guess it can’t be helped. I’ll love you plenty. Cordelia: Aah…My cute Laito~ I love you. I really do. Laito: I can do it…right? Cordelia: Of course, Laito. Now, quickly…

First of all, ew. Second of all, Laito’s diction implies that this was maybe the second or third time this occurred. He asks a question, and ends it with “again.” We know by this that it is not the first time, but the question also means that Laito might not have expected to occur again. His tone also implies some surprise to it, at least in my ears. His other question, “I can do it, right?” screams hesitance to me. If this scene took place down the line, or after many times he did this with Cordelia, I don’t believe he’d be some level of surprised or hesitance.

Now, you may be thinking, “Oh! What about Ayato and Laito’s Versus II CD?! Didn’t it mention that Laito wasn’t in the triplet’s shared bed 9/10 times?!” And yeah, if you remembered that, kudos to you! Yes, you’re totally right. I thought this was some inconsistent writing, but I don’t believe so. I believe Cordelia was grooming Laito as a kid. For some reason, grooming never came to my mind, it was Tsuki who mentioned grooming, and Cris also backed that notion up. It’s not confirmed if Cordelia planned to do this to Laito in the beginning (which I doubt, I think she sexually exploited him on a whim due to sexual frustration and because Karl wouldn’t; and the suitors she had wasn’t “enough” for her) but I think it’s implied that it happened (from the earlier excerpt). As for grooming, here’s an excerpt from the VS II CD:

Ayato: You weren’t even there 9 out of the 10 times. Laito: So you knew, Ayato-kun. Ayato: … Laito: You know, I have been thinking how I came to be the person I am today. I am still wondering why wasn’t it Ayato-kun or Kanato-kun.

God that’s so SAAAD! This is why Laito being groomed from a young age would make sense. It would also make sense as to why he was so dismissive and hesitant to help Ayato out. In Ayato’s flashbacks, Laito is there, but doesn’t interfere when Cordelia gets into the picture. Laito tends to run away from his problems, and this manifests even when he’s a kid. To further the support of the claim, it’s definitely not farfetched that Cordelia would do something to a child, especially her own child. She used Kanato for his singing voice when she was having sex..... yikes. That’s another form of sexual exploitation. So uh, let’s dive right into see what grooming does,,,,, *opens another private window* Here’s the source I’ll be using too.

Grooming is a process that is typically used to sexually exploit children. Ewewewewewewew. It can be a quick or gradual process. It’s basically harnessing the trust in children utilizing constant contact. There’s not much explicit evidence describing this with Cordelia, but if Laito wasn’t sexually exploited when he was younger in the fashion he was “used” to when he got older, again I do think he was groomed. It would make sense as to why he either avoided conflict with Cordelia as a child. Either that was his own disposition (which to a degree I think it is), or maybe he was confused about Cordelia’s actions towards his other brothers, since he “loved” Cordelia. Young Laito typically fell silent when Cordelia entered the room, which again could be because of his disposition, fear, or he knows not to say much in front of her.

During the grooming process, a child can result in not being able to see coercion and deception. In general, kids 7 years old and under biologically are not able to differentiate persuasion from their own decisions, which results in the laws surrounding advertisements catering to children. Fun fact. I know we’re dealing with vampires and so their brains might not work like that, but from what I’ve seen, they’re pretty human. Also, we’re still not sure about their ages or how vampire biological ages work, but bear with me on this.

Another stage of grooming involves cutting off the child’s support system, whether it be family, friends, etc. I made a comment in an analysis that Laito doesn’t have a support system, and at the very least, his brothers. But even that is pretty weak. You know how it’s mentioned how Laito wasn’t even in bed with Ayato and Kanato most of the time? That’s probably due to Cordelia weakening Laito’s bonds with them. Furthermore, on the website I’m using to get information from, it says this:

Control and alienation is exercised in the following ways:

[more bullet points here]

- creating conflicting feelings of love and hate, protection and exploitation, guilt and innocence, entitlements and duties.

OOOOOHHHHHH BBBBBOOOOOYYYYYY!!!!! Ayato and Kanato say that they fucking hate Cordelia. But... Laito’s the only one that says he “loves” her. He also says that he hates her. So, from this, I think it might be safe to say that Cordelia groomed Laito as a child, and continued to use those tactics when he was older.

Well, I’m gonna end it here for part one. That was quite the ride, but I hope you enjoyed nonetheless! Next part, we’ll be getting into Laito when he’s older and the effects it had on him, along with some other crazy dark sides of psychology. I still won’t be answering many of my inbox questions until this huge analysis is finished, sorry! I kinda wanna focus on this first. But feel free to hit me up with any questions! I’ll still get to them :)

Any Cordelia/Laito questions will most likely be answered in this series, just a heads up. But if you have any questions pertaining to Cordelia/Laito right now or after the series, feel free to hit me up still! Any clarifying questions for this post or anything in general are always encouraged as well if you’re confused or want me to elaborate on something :)

Part two is planned to be up next week! See ya then ;) -Corn

#analysis #Laito sakamaki #sakamaki laito #raito sakamaki #sakamaki raito #Cordelia sakamaki #sakamaki cordelia #diabolik lovers #dialover #dialovers #dl #corn pops off again

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rocorambles · 3 years

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(Includes Spoilers for S4 ep21) could you write something where after the Inarizaki game Nishinoya wants to thank Kinoshita for his help during the game. He asks Kinoshita what he would like as a thank you and Kinoshita, sheepishly, half-jokingly asks to fuck Noya’s gf (reader). Noya thinks about it for a moment, and then “okay, but I have to be there too.” It could be a totally consensual situation on the reader’s part or more of a Yandere situation — whatever vibe you prefer. Thank you!!!!!

I went for regular NSFW instead of DC since I’m feeling softer tonight~ Also I think this is my first Kinoshita ask?????? So thank you for that! Wrote this with the second years aged as third years to keep it 18+

Warnings: NSFW, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

Graduation is a funny thing and the somber and serious tension in the air is unusual for the usually rowdy bunch. Even as “mature senpais”, they haven’t changed much and raucous laughter fills the air as they reminisce over the last three years they’ve spent together, remembering about every heartbreak, every win, every detail. And as they talk about the first time they’d ever gone to Nationals, the Miya twins, Inarizaki, Nishinoya suddenly spins around to stare at Kinoshita, genuine gratitude in his eyes as he thanks him for all his help all that time ago.

It’s rare to see the libero so serious and maybe that’s why Kinoshita instinctively jokes, to lighten the mood. They’ve always been close and it’s no secret how playfully and openly jealous he is about Nishinoya having a girlfriend, let alone someone like you. So when Nishinoya giddily asks Kinoshita what he wants as a thank you for helping him, it’s so easy for the joking words to slip off his tongue when he asks for a night with you and the room immediately fills with laughter, already moving on to the match against Nekoma, only to become immediately silent when Nishinoya shouts “okay” to a baffled Kinoshita.

Chaos ensues as Kinoshita immediately back pedals, telling Nishinoya he was just joking, as Nishinoya insists that he accept his offer, as the rest of the third-years scream and shout in disbelief. But Nishinoya always does have a knack of getting his way and Kinoshita would be lying if he said he wasn’t thrumming in excitement and anticipation as he nervously knocks on Nishinoya’s front door a few nights later.

He expects to see a familiar grin when the door opens, but his breath hitches when he sees you and suddenly it’s all too real what’s about to transpire and he’s a mess of nerves as you cheekily grab his hand and pull him in, closing the door behind both of you as you excitedly drag him to Nishinoya’s bedroom where the libero casually greets his friend as if he isn’t about to watch his friend and girlfriend fuck right in front of him.

“Don’t mind me. Just have fun!”

Kinoshita scowls at the easy words, wanting to retort that it’s easier said than done, but you’re all he can think of when you pull him down for a passionate kiss and he moans as you playfully grab his ass, pulling him against your writhing body as you press against him, purposefully swiveling your hips against his groin and winking at him as he pulls away with a gasp for air and stares wide eyed and slack jawed at you.

“I thought you wanted me, Hisashi~ Is that not true?”

You pout and Kinoshita scrambles to find words to soothe and reassure you, only to gulp at the mischievous glint in your eyes as you push him onto his back on the bed and straddle his reclined body, groaning at the feeling of your soft breasts pressing into his chest as you lean on him.

“Maybe you just need to be warmed up a bit. Don’t worry. Yuu was nervous the first time we did it too.”

“NO I WASN’T-”

Nishinoya’s always been whipped when it comes to you and Kinoshita chuckles at how quickly the exuberant libero shuts up at your sharp look, but when you turn those eyes back on him, suddenly there’s nothing humorous about the situation and he moans as you cruelly palm his rapidly hardening cock while you sit back undress. And his pants feel uncomfortably tight as he stares at your naked body, hips rutting in the air to hump against your hand as you put on a show for him, throwing your head back and moaning like a porn star as you roll and tweak your nipples with your free hand, trailing down the front of your body and spreading your legs as you show him your glistening pussy.

“Come on, Hisashi. Don’t you want to feel how this tight pussy feels around your cock?”

You smile at his fervent nods, taking your sweet time as you bend forward and help him remove his pants and boxers, licking your lips when his cock finally springs free. You’re quick to straddle his hips and both of you moan as you slowly sink down on him, taking him bit by bit before finally bottoming out and staying still as you adjust to being stuffed full.

The sight of you on top of him is breathtaking, the feeling of your tight walls clamping down around him addicting, but he swears he loses his mind when you begin to slightly bounce. Up Down Up Down Up Down. Little whines and moans slipping past your lips as you desperately seek pleasure, a desperate plea in your eyes as you lock gazes with him.

And how could he let you struggle?

You yelp when you’re suddenly being flipped over, but you sigh in relief from your new position on the bed, instinctively wrapping your legs around Kinoshita’s back and gripping his shoulders as he begins thrusting in and out of you. It feels so good, the way his cock drags against your walls, reaching deep inside of you with every thrust, and you unconsciously tighten when you accidentally make eye contact with your boyfriend as your head shakes side to side, feeling so exposed and vulnerable in a deliciously humiliating way as Nishinoya strokes his cock to the sight of you being used by someone else.

And before you can stop yourself you’re begging for more, harder, faster, anything Kinoshita can give you as the coils inside of your stomach twist tighter and tighter and you scream as athletic hips slam into you at an intense borderline bruising pace, slipping your hand between your bodies as you desperately rub your clit. All it takes is a few circles before you’re convulsing, thrashing, wailing as you come undone, Nishinoya grunting as he joins you from the corner of his room, his seed spilling all over his hands as he watches your lewd o-face.

Kinoshita isn’t far behind and as your walls tighten around him and milk him in a silent plea for his cum, he groans, hands clenching in the bedsheets around you as he slams one last time inside of you, balls slapping against your ass and staying still as he empties himself inside of you.

He’s careful as he gently pulls out of you, laying by your side as he catches his breath. But as post-coital bliss winds down, a growing awkwardness builds inside of him and he’s unsure what to do, tensing when you instinctively cuddle against him as you seek warmth and comfort in your exhausted state, eyes hesitantly looking at Nishinoya who’s making his way over to the two of you.

But he smiles, wondering why he had even bothered worrying when this is Nishinoya of all people, and he relaxes, letting himself rest as Nishinoya cheerfully joins the two of you on the bed, easily slipping in on the other side of you and wrapping you in a bear hug as he nudges Kinoshita into curling an arm around you as well.

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come-on-shitty-boys · 4 years

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//kiss kiss fall in love. oikawa tooru//

Request: Oh my GOD kiss kiss fall in love I WANT TO SEE AN ACTUAL FIC but even the summary was SO GOOD HFUAEILWfdbj

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.6K

Notes: all the consensual kisses in this are v sexc bye

September 13, 2006.

Age 12.

“Did you hear that Kaori and Iwaizumi kissed?”

Your head snapped away from the court below to look at the boy next to you on the bleachers. He sounded so nonchalant about the whole thing as if he hadn’t just shared some incredibly hot middle school news.

“Really?” You ask.

He nods quickly, wide brown eyes following the ball as the high school students from Aoba Johsai squared off against a lesser opponent in this round of the tournament.

First kisses had been the talk of the grade lately. Who was having their first kiss with who? What was it like? Are they dating now? But as all of your other friends finally took that plunge, washing away any childishness as they indulged in their first big kid activity, you and Tooru had been left in the dust. Your other classmates would be sharing the stories of how it happened and who it was with and when asked about yours, all you could do was look towards your feet and shake your head, telling them that you hadn’t had your first kiss yet. They would all get a sad look in their eyes, but they would pat you on the back, repeating that phrase that you had heard ever since this all had started. “It’ll happen eventually.”

There was an unwavering pressure being placed on you from your classmates and Tooru had felt it bearing down on his shoulders too. Out of your group of friends, you two were the only ones who hadn’t had their first kiss, but there just wasn’t anyone that you wanted to share that important rite of passage with. Even still, you just wanted to get it out of the way. You just wanted to be able to say that you had finally had your first kiss.

“You know, I don’t understand why everyone is so obsessed with this first kiss thing,” Oikawa says. “It's just a kiss. It’s not that big of a deal. Older people do it all of the time, so it’s obviously not super important.”

You just shrug in your seat next to him. “I think it’s because it’s the first one, you know? Like, the first time you got to play in a game was a big deal, because it was the first time. It’s something that you remember.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” He was trying to play it cool, act like it wasn’t bothering him, but the slowly quickening bounce to his leg was telling you otherwise. He had long since stuffed his hands in the pockets of his Kitagawa training jacket and he was awkwardly biting the inside of his cheek. As much as Tooru hated to admit that he cared about something as silly as a kiss, he couldn’t help but feel left out as now even his best friend had left him behind in the dust.

You weren’t sure what shocked you more about the moment to come. Was it his words? Or was it the fact that Oikawa Tooru actually looked away from a volleyball game?

“We could kiss.”

You were taken aback, eyes wide as you stared at him. “What?”

“If we kissed, we could just get it over with.”

“Won’t that be kind of weird? I mean, Tooru, we’re friends!”

He simply shrugged his shoulders again. “Then let’s not make it weird.”

You take a shaky breath and nod. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah. Okay. Let’s kiss.”

Tooru nodded as he scooted closer to you. He could feel his face burning with the heat of embarrassment and the way his heart pounded in his chest was surely loud enough for you to notice. “So, do I just-?” He placed his hands on your cheeks abruptly, making the moment significantly less romantic than you ever thought it would be as your skin stung from the not-so-delicate contact. He started to lean in, but he stopped right before he was close enough to place his lips against yours. “You’re sure about this?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

And without any more need for reassurance, it happened. Oikawa Tooru stole your first kiss and you took his. You didn’t expect his lips to be as warm as they were, nor did you expect to like the way his hands felt against your face.

But as soon as it began, it was over and Tooru awkwardly slid away from you, his eyes immediately returning to the volleyball game at hand. If it weren’t for the intense redness that was creeping up his cheeks, you’d be convinced that it was all just in your imagination.

“That was nice,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your fingers brushed over your lips, feeling the place that he had been just moments ago. Your voice was as small as his as you let out a simple, “Yeah.”

March 24, 2011.

Age 17.

It was supposed to be fun.

They told you that this would be fun

This was not fun.

Being surrounded by your classmates, faces full of make-up and hair still expertly done from your time at the school dance, was the last thing that you wanted to do. You just wanted to get a cheeseburger and go home, but no. That would’ve been too easy. That would’ve been no fun. Tooru didn’t have to beg too much to get you to cave. After years of friendship, he knew you better than he knew himself. He knew how to make you melt, how to get you wrapped around his finger to do what he wanted. His secret weapon was never used for more than asking you to buy his lunch when he forgot his wallet or asking you to stop by his house on your way to school to grab some homework he forgot, that is-

Until now.

You had been roped into the teenage favorite: truth or dare. Tooru had shown you those puppy eyes, pleading with you to play. “Just one round. Come on. It’ll be fun.”

And that was all it took for you to take a spot on the floor next to your childhood friend, cups of an undisclosed beverage in your hands. His free hand found a comforting spot on your knee, a small attempt to help calm your nerves, but to no avail. Even his soothing, “You’ll be okay” wasn’t enough.

The turns bounced from person to person. Tooru had to try to do a backflip. Mattsun was left singing Disney love songs to Hanamaki. Iwaizumi, who knew better than to pick dare, had to share his most embarrassing story about himself. Some girl had to share the last time she cried (it had been earlier that day as she got ready for the dance). But, when she pointed at you and asked that fateful question, you stared at her like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Y/N, truth or dare?”

You knew better. You swear you did. But, the “dare” just passed from your lips too easily and there was no going back. You had signed away your fate and would ever remember whatever social torture they were going to put you through.

“I dare you to make out with someone in the circle.”

“Don’t you think that’s a little much?” Oikawa pipes up.

“If Y/N doesn’t want to do the dare, then that drink needs to be finished,” the girl states simply, pointing towards your cup.

“Tooru, it’s not that big of a deal. It’s just a kiss,” you say, trying your best to hide the nervous shake in your voice.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he whispers, but when you just shake your head, nudging your knee against his, his stern expression shifts into one that’s more shocked at what you seem to be insinuating. “Are you sure?”

“If you’re okay with it, yeah.”

It would be easy. It’s not like you haven’t kissed him before. Sure, that was five years ago, but the two of you were able to kiss then without anything becoming awkward, surely you could manage it again.

But, his hand felt so warm as it slid to the back of your neck, his other hand resting on your knee to brace himself. His eyes flitted down towards your lips and you could see him swallow hard before closing the gap between you. He let your hands settle on his chest, feeling the muscles that had formed from so many years of rigorous volleyball training under the thin material of his shirt. It was weird to feel his tongue slipping past your lips to further deepen the kiss, but for some reason, you found yourself not minding having his lips pressed firmly to yours. If anything, it felt natural, like that’s exactly where they belonged.

And then, Tooru slowly pulled back from you, wiping the small string of spit from his chin. Just as soon as you were starting to enjoy kissing him, it was all over and you were both left to just sit back awkwardly in your spots as if you weren’t riddled with embarrassment that an entire room of people just watched you make out with Oikawa Tooru.

March 28, 2011.

Age 17.

The kiss wasn’t meant to change anything. You should’ve been able to walk into school that following week and go about your usual business, laughing and chatting along with the others in your friend group. But, as soon as you took your seat at the lunch table, Tooru started packing up his things, telling everyone that he had to go finish a test during lunch. You should’ve been able to hold a conversation with Oikawa that lasted more than thirty seconds because he said that he had somewhere else that he needed to be. And maybe he did have to be at all of the places he said he did, but his unwillingness to be anywhere near you had started to gnaw away at your mind. Had the kiss really been that bad? Why did he seem so embarrassed to even be around you?

You held his jacket tightly in your arms. He had loaned it to you after the party as the night air had grown chilly and as you stepped into the gymnasium after school every pair of eyes were on you. All except one.

Tooru’s head was trained forward, focusing on the ball in his hand as he warmed up. It was as if he didn’t even notice you were there and if he did, he sure didn’t seem to care all that much. At least, not until Iwaizumi landed a swift kick to his backside, eliciting a tiny yelp from the setter as his brows furrowed tightly. With the ace pointing a firm finger in your direction, Tooru raised his hand up in greeting as he walked towards you.

As cool as he tried to look, he was sure that you could notice the slight tremble in his hands or even the soft pink that tinged the tips of his ears. His radiant smile stretched across his face as he took his jacket out of your arms. “Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N,” he stated plainly, trying to turn around before you could say anything further to him, but your fingers gripping the tail of his shirt brought him to a quick halt.

“Tooru.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re avoiding me.”

He tilted his head, a bemused look on his face. “Why would I do something like that?”

“You tell me. This is the longest conversation we’ve had since Saturday,” you say.

“I’ve just been busy, Y/N.”

“So this isn’t about-”

You’re cut off by his bright laughter tinkling in your ears. “About the kiss? No, Y/N. You said it yourself. It’s just a kiss.” He smiled softly, giving a gentle pat to the top of your head before turning fully away to return to his teammates.

Maybe it was just your imagination, but there was a hint of sadness in his final words that matched the almost pained smile that was burned into your memory. But, there was nothing further that you could do. He had walked away from you without another word of explanation and your only option was to turn and walk away yourself.

March 30, 2011.

Age 17.

can we talk?

That’s all it had said. There was no note as to what was needed to be discussed, just a simple question that bore the weight of the world in three short words. It had all of the anxieties bubbling in your chest as you stared down at the notification that was attached to his name. Was this it? Was Oikawa Tooru finally going to tell you that things had just gotten too awkward after that kiss and that it would just be better for the two of you to stop being friends?

Yeah

Your fingers reluctantly tapped at the letters on your phone, watching as the little bubble showed up on your screen with the three dots to show that he was typing out his response.

i’ll be over in 5

You wanted to object. You wanted to ask if he could just text you or if this could be settled over a phone call. The moonlight filtering through your window gave you a decent enough indicator that it was much too late for you to be slipping out of the house to have a secret rendezvous with Tooru just so he could friend-break up with you. But, after all of these years, you knew that it would be hopeless to say anything in an attempt to convince him otherwise. His mind was made up and you were almost certain that he was already leaving his house before you even had the chance to answer his initial text.

But it was out in the inky blackness where the stars sparkled like infinite fairies dancing in the sky, Tooru stood waiting, his arms huddled tightly against his form in an attempt to find warmth in the chilly March night. Yet, when he saw you approaching him, it was like every bit of cold jumped from his body as happiness warmed his body, a smile stretching over his lips.

There was something about the solitude of the night that had sprung a new confidence into him. Here, in the silence, with only the moon as a witness, there was almost nothing holding him back. Even the unamusement that was etched over your features wasn’t enough to shake him.

You tweaked an eyebrow at him, a sigh leaving your lips as you just stared at him. “So?”

Oikawa Tooru’s lips had been against yours three times now. Each one before had been nothing in comparison to the emotion that he poured into this one. His hands had found their place on your cheeks, the warmth of your own clinging onto his wrists as if to ground yourself to reality. It was a kiss that said everything that he had been wanting to tell you, but was too nervous to put into words. A wordless “I love you” had melted so seamlessly into the slow movements of his mouth, washing away all of the worries that had been plaguing your mind.

You could still feel his warm breath against you as he pulled away slightly, eyes slightly lidded as a content expression fell over him.

“Maybe it wasn’t so much something that I wanted to tell you, but rather something that I wanted to do.”

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ardent-musings · 3 years

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Naughty and Nice

Murphy McNully Smut

Warning: NSFW +18, also everything in this is consensual! Just want to clarify :)

December – 1993

Eighteen months. Eighteen months was far too long for you to be away from Murphy. When you two decided on parting for that amount of time, you knew it was going to be hard. But never could you imagine how you would miss simply sharing space with him, hearing his cheery voice talk statistics and strategy as you sipped your coffee in the morning. You craved him in your life. A life without Murphy was dull and lifeless and as you stared at the sleepy man beside you, the idea of being without him again seemed like torture. Everything about him filled any vacancies that remained in your life’s puzzle.

You’ve been in this position before, sleeping side by side on a plush couch, your head was resting on his firm chest, thanking how all the years of rolling himself around made him so strong. It had been so long since you got the chance to hold his muscled body against your own, he emanated a warmth that countered the piles of snow that laid just outside the windows. His easy and even breaths allowed you to fall asleep with him.

After hours of laying together, you awoke to find him nuzzled into you, all blissfully unaware of how much you loved his gentle sighs as he slept. Your wonderful chatterbox of a boyfriend was silent and yet he still took your breath away. His blonde hair was tussled from you running your hands through it mindlessly, it was far too beautiful to not gently play with as he slept. The roaring fire that blazed beside you bounced a luminous glow off his cheeks, making him look all sweet and innocent; it was the exact opposite of the man that regularly ravaged you until you were speechless. But you weren’t complaining.

Your plan was to allow him to rest for as long as he needed, you almost succumbed to continuing your own nap, but before you closed your eyes a whisper of your name woke you up fully. Within the dark room, Murphy was breathing a bit heavier, his face scrunched as he let out your name in throaty groans. It confused you for a second until you felt his hips slowly rubbing up against the side of your body, they were moving on their own accord. The heat that rose to your face matched the copper tones of your hair, suddenly the chilly winter day became sweltering hot at the realization that Murphy was moaning at the thought of you as he slept.

Every word Murphy spoke was able to send shockwaves through you on a typical day; however, the absolute sweetest sound was how your boy was yearning for your touch even if he was unconscious. His groans were desperate and he held onto you tighter, the pounding of your heart threatened to rip open your chest. This moment which was once so soft turned incredibly naughty in a second, and you couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to help your boy relieve his tension.

You’ve discussed this sort of thing before in casually sordid conversations over tea and coffee, and now was the perfect opportunity to put into action a plan that would make Murphy feel good. Before he could grip on to you any tighter, you snaked your body away from his side, the sleepy Murphy whined at the loss. Thankfully he was only dressed in a pair of loose fitting blue pajama pants and a thin tee shirt even though it was unbelievably cold out. He was sprawled out on the couch and you knelt between his open legs as you ran your hands up his taut thighs. God, you loved his body. It was perfect in every way regardless of what anyone had to say.

Murphy was stunning, his arms were now resting above his head exposing a sliver of stomach beneath his flimsy shirt. You practically growled as your hands trailed up to the waistband of his pants, pulling the drawstrings loose so you could wiggle the garment below his v-line. The plane of warm skin where his legs met his hips was begging to be scratched, so you dragged your nails teasingly, enjoying the way his hips bucked at the touch.

Soon enough, his boxers followed just the same, pulled down far enough to grasp his hard cock into your cold hands. It felt invigorating to be touching him like this, every tiny groan and thrust of his hips made you hotter and greedy for an even greater reaction. His whines grew more strangled as you stroked him a bit harder, but it wasn’t enough. Still kneeling between his legs, you bent forward, taking him into your mouth as you tentatively sucked just the tip of him, enjoying the way he moaned like a needy boy. You put all of your focus into taking care of him, your hand stroking what didn’t fit; nothing about this was rushed, you were worshipping him in the best way you knew how.

His noises were getting louder, which made you wetter by the second. Your attention was unwavering, until the feeling of your hair being fisted by Murphy’s grip made you release him with a pop, smiling cheekily as a string of saliva dribbled from your lips.

“Fuck, babe. What are you doing?” He grunted, his head dipping back and exposing his throat as you kitten licked his length. His eyes had hardly even opened yet, the exhaustion that led him to take a nap stuck with him still.

“I think it’s very clear what I’m doing,” you smirked and hollowed your cheeks, your warm mouth felt like heaven around him.

With Murphy still in a daze, all you wanted was to draw even prettier sounds from him, so you fucked with his mind as well as his body.

“Was this what you were dreaming about when you were moaning my name in your sleep, honey?” You joked as you sat up and ripped your shirt over your head, leaving you in a lacy pink bra that left little to the imagination. “Cause, I think this was exactly what you were thinking, bucking your cock into me like a needy boy.”

Murphy huffed at your words, they were condescending but painfully true; he thought of fucking your pretty face until you whined and cried on him. He loved the way you looked with your lips around him as your eyes teared up from the ache in your jaw. It was intoxicating, the blonde boy now grabbed you by the back of your neck, bringing you back down to his cock which you welcomed with a hum.

“Goddamn, babe. Fuck I love your mouth,” he groaned, his morning voice sounding more like a growl than anything else. It sent a wave of arousal down your tummy, this was a fun start to your stay together, you giggled before tasting him again.

Your mocking jokes and attempts at controlling him was abandoned by the way he rocked his hips against your face. Even though he was still working himself out of his nap, Murphy had a way of taking ownership of you without even trying. It was dirty and desperate which only fueled your need for him to cum for you. Hands and lips worked together in rhythmic strokes, leaving you positively dripping at the sight of his face contorting in pleasure. Murphy gasped swears under his breath as he gripped onto you tighter until he finished with a cry, his chest heaving while you cleaned off every drop he offered you.

“Pants off sweetheart,” Murphy mewled sleepily as soon as he was able to catch his breath. You followed orders, stretching out your sore legs and trying to regain balance. By habit, you went to remove your lace panties until he grabbed at the back of your thigh, forcing you closer to him. “Never said to take those off, did I?”

He grinned at you with a boyish smile, as he gripped your legs, propping your wet core above his hungry mouth, both of your legs settled beside his wide shoulders.

“Sit.”

Your eyes widened at his command, hesitating as you held onto the armrest behind Murphy’s head for stability. Looking down at his eager smirk and heavy lids was such a pretty sight and you whined at the thought of following his command.

When you didn’t react fast enough for him, Murphy hooked his arms around your legs, gripping your hips and pulling you down onto his face. His hands were unyielding, but you didn’t want to move once you felt his nose graze long the lace of your wet panties. He hooked one of his fingers around the flimsy excuse for clothing and stared into your glossy eyes as he licked the wetness from your inner thighs. The eye contact was wonderfully intense. Unable to handle the teasing you closed your eyes, until he slapped your thigh as a warning and suctioned his lips around your clit.

With a cry, you grabbed his golden hair between your fingers, holding onto it as you rocked your hips onto his smug face. Murphy always knew how to move his mouth in a way that had you begging. His moans and licking sounds were dirty, your boyfriend was fully putting on a show, and making sure you knew just how much he wanted you to fuck his face.

From his position, staring up at you, watching you grab onto your breasts as you humped his face was beautiful. Your blissed out expression and reddening chest was everything he wanted and more. This was another image he had saved to memory, one he thought of during your time apart when he needed to get off; the mere thought of having his girl on his mouth and whining from his touch was wicked. And now it was happening in the darkness of the room by the heat of the fire. But nothing compared to the heat that was between your quivering thighs as you started moaning above him.

Murphy’s attention and starved lapping at your clit was growing to be too much, your pulse was pounding in your throat and after a few more grinds against his wet chin, you came hard and without warning. But that wasn’t enough for the Murphy who only grabbed at your legs and forced them apart again as he dove back in nearly grunting and depriving himself of getting a full breath.

“Fuck, Murph, I can’t,” you whimpered despite your hips sinking further onto his mouth. Your own body was betraying you.

“I don’t think so, darling. You’re going to give me what I want, ‘cause I know if you wanted me to stop you would’ve safe worded,” he chuckled as his licked once at your clit. “But until then, I’m gonna play with what’s mine.”

And without missing a beat, your sensitive pussy was once again being devoured by your insatiable boyfriend. Your knees tried to close, but Murphy’s strong grip held you down, forcing your burning body as close to him as possible. One orgasm wasn’t enough for your boyfriend, so he continued to feast on you until you came again on his face.

By that time, your body was heaving and holding onto the armrest, just searching for anything to ground you as Murphy continued to kiss and lick you with fervor.

“Come on, sweetie, you can cum again. Be a good girl, stay down,” he was breathless and you couldn’t help but giggle at how wet his face was from his relentless ministrations on your tired cunt. But eighteen months was a long time to go without him, so against your better judgement you lowered yourself down again and awaited whatever he had planned.

With a quick twist, where you were once above him, Murphy now had you pinned against the couch in a sitting position as he finally pulled your panties down and throwing them to the floor. He was laying on his stomach, grinding into the couch as he pried your soft shaking legs open and ate you with raw desperation making you yell. You were sensitive from his pink lips already, but this angle allowed you to see how his back muscles flexed every time as he readjusted his upper body on his elbows. The waistband of his plaid pajama pants hung dangerously low down his back, the dimples at the base of his spine showed in the light that glowed from the fire. He was so powerful and confident in his movements, moving your legs to rest on his shoulders.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he mused as if he was talking to himself, his thumb circled your clit in admiration. “I could die doing this.”

“Murphy,” you whined without having anything else to say. All thoughts and words ceased to exist as he continued to toy with your heat with a single finger.

Tauntingly, he licked his finger and slowly dipped it in you, rubbing up in hooking motions, which made you yelp and pull away. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he continued to pump into you and lick at you yet again, the fire and previous multiple orgasms pulled from your body left you burning to the touch.

“It’s been too long, babe. Seeing you cum for me like that is just too good. Now, I want you take off your bra and play with your pretty tits, darling. Do it. I know you can.”

He added another finger to your wet slit, rubbing deeper than he ever had as he hummed against your clit. After releasing the clasp with trembling hands, you began to knead the flesh of your breasts, playing and flicking at your nipples. Murphy groaned in approval as he continued to pump his fingers into you, enjoying how you wiggled at the feeling of his lips against you.

In an almost innocent demeanor he removed his fingers from you, despite your whimpers at the loss of contact. He was only focusing his thumb on your clit, rubbing in firm little circles. Murphy brought his wet fingers up your chest, grazing them over your neck and tapping them against your lips. Without question, you opened your mouth and welcomed them into your mouth, sucking at your wetness and appreciating the taste. Murphy smiled in awe as you wrapped your pretty lips around him, like you did earlier on his cock. He craved that feeling again, but that would have to wait.

It was almost painful how much focus he had on your clit alone, but the continuous attention had you moaning around his fingers as he pushed them further into your whiny mouth.

“Wanna see you cum like this. I know you can, sweet little slut, you’ve been wanting this,” his brows furrowed as he concentrated on bringing you to yet another orgasm, and after a few more circles from his thumb, your back arched as you came with your hands in his hair.

You were going to move away but Murphy’s fingers pulled from your mouth and dipped back into your sensitive cunt, barely giving you a chance to come down. His fingers were pounding with a purpose as he kissed the inside of your knee.

“Murphy! Shit!” You back was contorted at a painful arch as your hips grinded against him, your upper body elevated by the armrest as you tried to find some distance from his mouth that was now back on your clit.

With a cry that echoed throughout the living room, you came again, your legs closing around the beautiful blonde boy that had just gotten you off for a fourth time. You felt like you were about to pass out, having to jump off the couch just to give yourself a break. This was the only moment you actually rejoiced in the fact that Murphy couldn’t stand up to chase after you.

You fell to the ground, your legs felt like jelly and they ached, you just couldn’t support your weight after the painful pleasure Murphy inflicted on you. The man in question sat up, wiping at his chin and collecting whatever wetness resided on his face and licking it off his fingers.

“God, I missed tasting you babe,” he hummed at your collapsed and trembling form at his feet.

“I can tell, dear god, Murph,” you moaned, the intensity of it all still sent shocks through your body.

“Well, we’re not done, hun.”

You looked up to see Murphy was sitting at the edge of the couch, his cock resting in his hand as the other extended behind him to hold him up. If you weren’t so tired, you would’ve taken him into your mouth again, but your mind was too fuzzy to react just yet.

Murphy could sense your exhaustion, so he got comfortable slowly stroking himself as he watched how your red hair draped on top of your collarbones, framing your heaving tits perfectly. You were gorgeous, all weak yet fully satisfied, and yet he wanted more. He simply could not get enough of you. Your mind, your attitude, your drive. Your undying love was like a drug made specifically for him and him only. No one looked at him the way you did, you looked at Murphy like he was the most perfect person in the world, and god, he thought the same of you.

And there you were, sitting at the base of his feet with elated and tired eyes, still fully entranced by the way his hand moved over himself. A smile pulled on your face and Murphy nearly came at your gorgeous expression, but that’s not how he wanted this to go. With his hand still on his cock, he brought the other to the back of your neck, crashing his lips against yours as he breathed you in. It was slow and gentle, the kiss making you drip again, despite how wrecked you were. But when he released your lips, his grey eyes bore into yours in a way that made you whimper.

“I love you so fucking much,” Murphy whispered with a frown, his jaw dropping as he continued to touch himself just inches from your wanting mouth. His forehead rested against your shoulder as he huffed labored breaths that tickled your neck. You began caressing his tensing thighs, enjoying the way the muscle contracted against your hand. “I can’t… fuck, sweetheart.”

He looked up at you with a worn out look, eyes stormy gray and misty as he held your gaze. Before he could cum again, he brought both hands to cradle your jaw in his large grasp, barely touching you as you lazily kissed his swollen lips. You could still taste yourself against him as your mouth molded to his, gasping into each other in search for air. Murphy was so lost in his need to just kiss you again, the time apart affected him so much that just having your lips on his was pure euphoria. He nearly whined against your mouth as you played with his hair, gently scratching at the nape of his neck.

When neither of you could breathe, you pulled apart but still close enough for Murphy to pepper soft kisses against your jaw. He hummed against your warm skin, inhaling the scent that drove him wild, kisses turned to nips; his stubble scratching against your throat, leaving it burning and red. This position was no longer serving his needs, so Murphy shuffled back against the couch until his back met the soft cushion.

His chest was heaving, clearly overwhelmed by everything he was feeling, and you couldn’t help but stare at him like a lion did their prey. Murphy’s head was resting back, elongating his body into one continuously sinful line all while his hips craned up looking for attention. He gulped at the sight of you inching off the floor and straddling his hips, bringing your lips down to bite at the spot where his shoulder met his neck. Your fingers fished through his hair, exposing his weak spot to you even more.

With greedy intentions, Murphy grabbed your thighs and pressed your hips down onto his own, his need to be close nearly consuming him.

“Come here, babe, let me feel you,” he instructed as he held your hips steady as you sunk down on to his hard cock.

Murphy let out a hiss as you started grinded against him, but you stopped once he gripped your hips hard.

“No…fuck. Stay still, love. I just want to feel you.”

And there you were wanting and whimpering, filled with your lover and gaining nothing but even more desperation from having to remain still. But once Murphy began circling your clit with his thumb again your head fell to his shoulder, shuddering at the tease. You wanted to wind your hips against him, but he forbade it, rather your boy just wanted to feel you tighten against him as he played with you.

“God you’re so pretty,” he groaned against your neck, “Can you cum just from me touching you like this, my girl?”

Before you had your chance to answer, your climax came again, rocking your body against his which made him grunt. You were squeezing him so perfectly, the feeling making him caress your cheek and place tiny kisses at the top of your chest as he gasped. But his thumb kept rolling your abused clit, rejoicing in the way you cried against him. Your tears were reminders of the time you spent apart, each one that fell from your blurry eyes filled him with burning desire. With still hips, your legs trembled, almost cramping as you hit your climax all messily on top of Murphy’s lap .

“There you go, good girl. My perfect girl, yeah?” His thick brow quirked as your stomach tightened, his cock buried in you was making you shutter from the glorious stretch. “Are you okay?”

It took all of your energy, but you nodded with a hazy smile, “What are you talking about? I’m still good for a few more rounds.”

You thought it was a joke, but the idea of you not being satisfied caused a fire to blaze within Murphy’s chest. That dumb little smartass mouth of yours was going to get you in trouble. With a cheeky wink, Murphy grabbed at your legs and began bouncing you up and down his hard cock, a scream erupting from your throat while he laughed. It was a mocking laugh, but it sounded too good as your hips collided with his own. His grip on your hips was almost painful, your tired and burning legs begged you to stop, but Murphy’s aggressive bucking left you no other option.

“Murphy… God, I can’t,” your sentence was lost as a low whine ripped from you.

“Oh no, you will, darling. It’s been too long since I’ve wrecked you the way you deserve. Sweet girl, you’ve never been more perfect. You’re going to cum for me. And then again. You’re going to cum for me as many times as I want because that’s what my girl deserves.”

His mouth took a slight detour as his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking and tugging and the nub between his teeth. Your back arched into his hard chest, alleviating any space between your writhing bodies. His rutting into you hit a spot that made your head fall back, climaxing hard as he flicked your other nipple with his skillful tongue.

You had no idea how many times Murphy had made you come undone, anything that required much thought was just a vain and pointless endeavor. His cock was still slowly rocking into you, working you through your last high while building another one in its place. It was maddening, suffocating fucking, Murphy had never been so determined to see you fall apart so many times, but you couldn’t deny the wonderful ache that was building again in your core.

Mascara was running down your cheeks in pretty streaks, it was almost as pretty as your red swollen lips that dropped as Murphy brought your face close to his.

“There’s my girl,” he praised through gritted teeth. “So sweet. So fucking dirty. So incredibly mine.”

It was as if your hips were moving of their own accord, independent from the strain the rest of your body felt from your countless orgasms. Your mind was dizzy, clit terribly aching, and throat sore from screaming at the beautiful torture only Murphy knew how to inflict on you. Everything told you to stop, but you wanted to see Murphy cum again, his pretty moans were the only thing keeping you from collapsing entirely.

With renewed purpose, you gripped at his hair hard and yanked his head back in order to bite down on his pulse, bouncing hard on his cock.

“Fuck, doll! Goddamn, yes,” Murphy groaned as you sucked at his throat, stilling the air at the source, leaving your boy breathless.

Your whines were reckless, each sound loud and careless without a lick of embarrassment. This was Murphy’s favorite part of you; you were tired and fully fucked beyond comprehension, and yet you were still too stubborn to give up before you got what you wanted. And what you wanted was for Murphy to cry like you did.

“Come on, my love,” you breathed into his neck, tickling his ear before you bit down hard. Murphy yelped loudly, gripping your hips in a bruising manner, leaving crescent shapes where his nails dug into your supple skin. But you didn’t care. You needed him to cum for you. “Let go, baby. I know you want to. Be a good boy for me and cum.”

Your body alone was enough to drive any man crazy, but your words and gnashing teeth against his neck was what made your love cry out in ecstasy. His hips pounding into your weeping pussy, making you both cum at the same time, staring into each other’s eyes as you gripped his hair for stability. Murphy’s head fell to the back of the couch, gasping at the feeling of you pulsing around him like a second heartbeat.

But no feeling was better than the bubbling delight he felt as he watched your head rolling back, your breasts pressed against his bare, hard chest. Your arms and legs were shaking from the pleasure and pain of it all. Gorgeous red hair, scarlet lips, and crimson cheeks left him positively feral for you. And despite his better judgement, he brought his thumb to your clit one final time.

The tiny touch had you falling backwards, making Murphy pin you against the soft cushions. He was still inside you, leaving you feeling so full and warm, but his teasing thumb on your poor clit was overwhelming.

“Just one more, please,” Murphy begged. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you so bad, babe. Please just cum for me one last time.”

You were positively leaking from where he was still situated inside of you, it was filthy and yet you couldn’t deny him his final request. The fire that burned not only stayed at the apex of your thighs, but it spread up your chest and down your calves leaving you aching for relief. His thumb was growing more desperate, circling faster as you pulled at his blonde hair, mewling and crying from both pain and pleasure.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Cum for me. Cum for me love,” he groaned against your throat.

After a few more seconds of relentless stimulation to your sore clit, your hips bucked against his, shaking and panting as you fell apart for the last time that night. You couldn’t help but scream and sob as you rocked up against him. Every nerve ending in your body was up in flames, the fire from the blazing logs beside you in the pit hardly compared to the state Murphy left you in. The whole time you were thrashing heedlessly beneath his hard body and unable to control your movements, Murphy was cooing and praising you.

He understood he put you through so much, both physically and mentally, and all he wanted to do now was bask in your afterglow. Getting you off nine times was a wondrous feat but nothing was more beautiful than the way you looked after being devilishly worshipped by him. Murphy was brushing the sweaty hair that stuck to your forehead, he had to see your pretty face all hazy and thoroughly loved. His chest fell on yours once your breathing pounded in a steady beat. Appreciative kisses ghosted all over your temples, cheeks, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips. It was slow and gentle, but full of love and adoration.

You could hardly comprehend what had just happened, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was your gorgeous man was lying on top of your flushed chest, smiling with a shit eating grin at his fantastic performance. With whatever sanity remained, you grabbed a cashmere blanket that fell to the floor, wrapping it around your sore and sweaty bodies.

Whatever you did to deserve this man, you had no idea. But it had to be fate, or destiny. Something bigger than yourself had placed this man into your life. He was perfection in every way. And there was no one who would love him as dearly as you did. As Murphy grinned up at you with love filled eyes, you knew he felt the exact same way. With a final kiss, you settled onto the couch fully and held Murphy close to you for the first time in a year and a half. You had a lot to catch up on, but if this was any indicator of what was in store, you couldn’t wait to get started.

@kc-needs-coffee (Enjoy babe. I was excited to expand on one of your C&C chapters!)

#murphy mcnully smut #murphy mcnully #hogwarts mystery #coffee and commentary #sorry in advance

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Snowy Nights in Tokyo

Part 1 of the “Let Me Take Care of You” mini-series Fuyumi Todoroki X fem!Reader (alternating between she/her and they/them pronouns) Word count: 11,919 someone stop me

Not to get too gay on main but @floof-reppu opened my eyes with their Fuyumi fic. Which inspired some assertive!Fuyumi. Everyone say thank you to her for helping me the NSFW scene. It’s my first one and tbh I still have a lot to learn in writing smut but here it is.

Me being me, I’ve also gone overboard and now have to make a mini-series for Fuyumi. I don’t even care that I won’t get a lot of notes for this. It just...feels like I need to write it, you know?

Anyway, this is dedicated to all the eldest daughters in the world who have had to take care of everybody but themselves.

Content warning: Hyper vigilance, alcohol, references to drunk adults, references to high stress work environments, mild Quirk play (not previously negotiated), brief orgasm denial, possible naked book clubs, and VERY consensual sex between two sober adults. Emotional, intense topics brought up before, during, and after sex. It gets heavy, y’all. And a little awkward because surprise, surprise. Sex with a virtual stranger isn’t always all that sexy.

“To y/l/n - for kicking ass and finally taking a night off!” Your friend toasts you. Similar cheers echo her as shot glasses clink together.

Rolling your eyes, you throw your head back and take your shot. You are well-acquainted with burns but the shochu is an unfamiliar one in the back of your throat, making you cough. Your old schoolmates laugh, jokingly asking you when you last actually drank. A second later, you remember to laugh with them. The sound scratches itself out of your throat, hoarse from the recent burn of liquor.

It feels...off.

Even if you weren’t on shift, even if you were having fun with friends and tossing back a couple of well-deserved drinks, you couldn’t help being hyper aware of everyone in the room: The group of salary men, somber when they first arrived, now laughing hysterically. Some girls’ night out, tipsy women giggling over cocktails. Random tourists in the back going nuts over sake bombs. You watch it all on the mirrored wall behind your friends.

Eventually, your eyes wander to your unsmiling reflection next to your friends and realize… You look older than them. Your friends glow with this vibrancy, this carelessness, that made them feel younger to you. You listen to them talk - about classes, about apartment hunting in Tokyo and midnight convenience store runs, about dating. A whole different life than the one you live now. You’re the same age as them, have known some since high school, but you somehow feel ten years older. A part of you always feared your friend group growing apart as you all got older. But you never expected you would be the one to age so quickly ahead of them. There is too much weighing on your mind, too much you’d seen.

You close your eyes and the images are vivid on the back of your eyelids. The memories sweep over you, drowning out the surrounding laughter and clinking drinks. Phantosmia clogs your senses like smoke. The taste of ash soots the back of your tongue.

“Seriously, though. It’s been forever!” one of them exclaims.

You jerk back to the present, blinking.

“Does your new boss own you or something?”

You stiffen.

Another friend nudges her, shooting her a reproachful look.

“I actually don’t see him that often,” you say, tone sharp. You don’t want to kill the mood, not when it’s been so long since you’d seen any of them, so you try to lighten it. “He’s busier than I am.”

There are few people you respect as much as your boss. It’s a privilege to work under someone with so much experience and skill. You worked your ass off for years before you became qualified to even apply, and that was only the beginning. If you couldn’t keep up with the team, you weren’t needed. Too many lives at stake. The only person held to higher standards were the ones your boss set for himself.

“Right, right,” says the friend who made the sarcastic joke. “And we’re grateful to him, really. But...”

“But we really do miss seeing you, y/l/n,” another chimes in, sincere.

Your best friend intervenes. “Besides, he’s not all bad if he let you and that cute coworker of yours off for the night. Speaking of…”

Knowing what they’re getting at, you check your phone. “She says she got caught up in...something.”

“Really? Even the salary men over there are taking a break.”

Your table looks over to see the middle-aged men, completely sloshed, start their own improv karaoke. Your friends immediately crack up and imitate the off-key singing.

While you laugh with them, a part of you itches. You think of your coworker and the ongoing case. It feels strange, almost wrong, to be joking with your old schoolmates and making fun of drunk salary men while they were risking their lives.

Maybe you are becoming something of a workaholic, you privately admit. But it’s good work, important work. You help so many people everyday. You love your job.

But what’s the point of if you don’t have someone of your own to protect? a voice whispers, the same quiet voice that speaks up when you leave the bunks for your own lonely apartment.

Now’s a good time for another drink.

Ignoring the teasing requests for another round from your friends (“C’mon, y/n, we know you’re getting paid more~!”), you slide through the small crowds until you find an open space at the bar. The bartender’s swamped with orders piling in from a sprawl of college boys. Some sports team, you think as you subconsciously size them up, too rowdy to be an academic club. Harmless but stupid.

Still, you watch them from the corner of your eye.

“Could I get the matcha highball, please?”

Her voice should have been too soft to hear in the loud bar but somehow it rings out clear as a bell. Everything slows down. Your eyes widen, snapping to look at her.

At about average height, she stands out among the bar patrons in her modest white blazer and high-waisted jeans. Her soft-looking hair is white like the snow outside, vermillion streaks ribboned throughout the light strands. She shifts from foot to foot, full hips swaying with the motion.

You stare.

“Oops~”

You snatch the college boy’s wrist before he could “spill” his drink after he purposely bumbled over. The boy (really, he could only be a year or two younger than you) jolts, gawking at you.

With a stony expression, you look him dead in the eye. “Careful.”

“Oh!” The woman startles at the sudden commotion. She turns and you still.

Her face is cuter than you’d imagined it: a pert nose, soft jawline, and pretty pink lips that look like they’re made for things like smiling and laughter and other nice, soft things. Large, bright eyes like a winter sky framed by glossy eyelashes blink at you behind glasses.

The entire world around you just...freezes. The only conscious thought you can think is her, her, her, her. The inner mantra matches the tempo of your heartbeat.

“Uuh...hey?” the college boy speaks up. You realize that you haven’t let go of his wrist - oblivious to his attempts at pulling away from her vice grip. And that you’ve forgotten to breathe.

Feeling your face turn warmer than usual, you swiftly look away from her. It’s pure autopilot that allows you to say, “Be a little more careful. We don’t want any ‘accidents’.”

Driving your point home, you squeeze just a little - a silent show of your strength - before abruptly letting go. He stumbles back slightly, nearly bumping into another person, and stutters, “Y-yeah, whatever. Sorry.”

Partially to avoid contact with pretty turquoise eyes and also to drive the intimidation home, you stare after him stoically until he disappears.

“Thank you.”

You take an extra second to breathe, willing the concerning heat in your face - and the rest of your body - to lower before you face her.

Then she smiles at you.

The heat returns tenfold. Damn.

Light-headed, you quickly realize she isn’t merely cute. This stranger was so stunning that she knocked the air out of your lungs with just a look.

“No problem,” you croak.

The bartender saves your life. “Matcha highball!”

You have exactly 5 seconds to breathe and get your shit together while she gets her drink. You flounder for something, anything, to say. You could bench press the bar counter itself but you can’t talk to a random (beautiful, alluring, breath-taking) woman at said bar counter. But would that be weird? Would that make you no better than the creep deliberately spilling drinks on people?

Drink in hand, she turns back around and smiles again. It’s just as debilitating the second time around. Your knees weaken. “Thanks again.”

“You come here often?” you blurt out. And promptly wanted to blast yourself.

You expect her to lift a dainty eyebrow and walk away, pretending your existence never happened, but instead she honestly answers your terrible cliche. “No, not really. I’m...usually at home around this time. But some work friends told me I couldn’t skip out on happy hour again.”

Given her the simple sincerity of her answer and the way she completely missed the near “spill”, you deduce that she doesn’t come to bars often or at least doesn’t have much experience with the nightlife. You almost want to ask what a (beautiful, damn near ethereal) girl like her is doing in a place like this but thankfully quash the impulse.

“Me, too,” you say quickly, straight-faced. “Except they’re not so much work friends. More like actual friends. Not that friends from work can’t be actual friends but they’re my friends outside of work. Except I haven’t seen them in a while. Because I work. A lot. Not that I’m a workaholic or anything. It’s just an intense job. But I’m not intense. Well, kinda. Some people say I can be. Only because it’s important - the job, not me. Um. Not in like a self-deprecating way but like in a self-important way - which I’m not. Or I try not to be. I just care about people which is kinda a requirement for my job. Mostly. Or at least it should be. Some people, you know? And I’ll just stop talking now.”

It’s a wonder steam doesn’t hiss out of your ears with how hot your still stoic face is. You almost wish a villain would tear through the bar and knock you against the wall right. Now. Damn it, y/n.

Yet miracle of miracles, her polite smile slowly widens into an amused one - and one of those genuinely nice ones, without so much as a trace of mockery. “It’s like that with my job, too.”

How is she still here after that? And was she really...making conversation?

You swallow and try not to seem overeager when you ask, “What do you do?”

Her face lights up. “I’m a teacher.”

You can’t help the rare, almost timid smile that wobbles onto your lips. A teacher. Of course the angelic-looking woman is also a sweetheart with a sweet job. God, that sounds so precious. “Yeah? What grade?”

“Third.” Thinking about her class, her smile broadens. Your first impression was dead on: her face was made for smiles.

“Third grade…” you repeat. Not just a teacher, an elementary school teacher. No wonder she seems so - wholesome? Patient? Kind? You damn near melt at the mental image of her working with little kids.

She tilts her head, bangs moving with the cute motion. You try not to get distracted. “What about you?”

“I - “ You hesitate. It always feels weird when you tell people your vocation, almost like you were bragging. Besides that, another part of you - the increasingly paranoid, always on guard part - is cautious. “I’m a civil servant. Public safety.”

She makes a small noise of interest. “That does sound intense.”

“It has its days. But your job is probably a lot harder.”

Something in her eyes flashes. “You think so?”

“Mm.” You nod. “Teachers have to take on a lot, right? You’re not just teaching kids - as if that’s not a big enough responsibility, teaching the next generation. You’re also their counselors, social workers, referees, lawyers, motivational coaches. Sometimes even surrogate parents.”

Her expression softens into something more thoughtful. “Yeah… Yeah, sometimes.”

Whereas before you were hyper aware of everything, now your entire attention is narrowed in on her. It’s the first time in a long time you weren’t subconsciously counting every head in the room or checking for emergency exits. And she’s quiet, considering you. The two of you spend an unusually long time analyzing each other.

She licks her lips. You try to keep eye contact but can’t help yourself, gaze flickering at the deft movement.

“My name’s Todoroki. Todoroki Fuyumi.”

You briefly linger on her familiar but common family name before zeroing in on her given name, Fuyumi. Fuyumi. As in winter beauty. You inwardly applaud whoever chose her name; they had the right idea.

You bow politely. “Nice to meet you, Todoroki-sensei.”

She laughs a little, cheeks flushing pretty and pink. Her returning bow is shorter, a little awkward with a drink in her hand. “Please, you don’t have to call me sensei. I’m off the clock.”

“What should I call you then?”

“How about…” She seems to internally debate this. “Fuyumi? We’re about the same age and besides, hardly anybody calls me Todoroki outside of work.”

“Fuyumi-san…” Your lips naturally curl upward while saying her name.

Her eyes flicker away and back, catching your own. “And yours…?”

“Y/l/n y/n. But y/n is fine,” you say, an almost lie. No one but your closest and dearest call you by your given name. But you can make an exception for this stranger at the bar, for Fuyumi. A small, greedy part of you simply wants to hear your given name in her voice, see how those pretty lips move around it. And besides...

Something tells you it won’t be long before you can count her in the small, tight-knit circle anyway.

“Nice to meet you as well. Please take care of me.”

“Of course.” You pause, realizing what you just said. “Uh…

Her rosy cheeks brighten but she’s still smiling, still looking at you with those bright eyes. “Can I get you a drink, y/n-san?”

Yeah, your name definitely sounds good - really good - coming from her. Almost as good as her own name feels on your tongue.

“I’d love that, Fuyumi-san.”

Another kneecap-shattering smile is sent your way.

Cool it down, y/n. Cool it. Down. You tug on your collar to alleviate the growing heat under it.

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Despite their earlier hassling over you not spending enough with them, your friends are more than okay with you (temporarily, you insisted, lying to them and yourself) ditching them to talk to someone new. They seem almost more excited than you are -- “almost” being the operative word. You feel like you’d been hit by someone’s electric Quirk, and the feeling persists the longer you talk to Fuyumi.

You find a little two-seat table near one of the windows of the bar. It offers you both an open view of Tokyo, bright and alive in the dark winter night, where flurries of snow roll through the neon-lit streets. A nice sight, you’re sure, but you’re all but ignorant to it in front of Fuyumi who sits across from you. White blazer draped over the back of her chair, she wears a form-fitting black turtleneck. A simple gold band glints on her wrist as she fiddles with her glass, tracing the rim with an elegant finger. You notice that despite having gotten her drink sooner, the ice cubes remain perfectly intact while your own drink is now a watered down version of your original order.

Not that either of you are really drinking, consumed in conversation - in learning each other.

You learn that Fuyumi is 22 years old. Less than a year ago, she completed her bachelor’s in elementary education at Showa Women’s University. This is her first year teaching, and she loves it. She adores her class. You listen attentively as she talks with her hands and a brilliant smile, describing one shy student’s increasing confidence and another’s improved reading score. You learn that your earlier deduction was correct: she isn’t much of a nightlife person, preferring smaller get-togethers and home-cooked meals. You learn that she loves the weather outside, attention sometimes drifting to the falling snow outside. You learn that she loves to read but is weak to the same soap operas you are. You learn that she’s kind and smart and passionate.

And that if you look directly at her for too long, you forget how to breathe.

Your conversation delves deeper. You both talk about your work, how a passion for helping people brought you to your chosen professions and how it's that very passion that sustains you through the hard parts. You talk about the constant paperwork, tracking every incident and expense and flickering concern, in order to protect the people you look after and yourselves. Fuyumi quietly expresses her frustrations with the Ministry of Education, the intense focus on academics and Quirk development, and how she can already see the pressure on her young (too young) students. Expression grave, you tell her about the moral concerns in your job, how people - people who have it hard, people who are just having a bad day - are practically dehumanized for their mistakes and how your colleagues treat even milder, non-violent cases like they’re scum of the earth.

You and Fuyumi both lament over the bureaucracies that get in the way of actually doing your jobs. You talk about what it’s like to be in that weird “in-between” age, feeling too old around people your own age who don’t have the responsibilities which your jobs demand yet so young - naive - next to most of your colleagues. Compassion fatigue is common in both your fields, you find. It’s just as fulfilling as it is utterly exhausting, taking care of people. You talk about how tiring it is to work for the public, how underappreciated you sometimes feel, how helpless some cases are.

“And then after all that, coming home at the end of the day can just be so…” Fuyumi cuts herself off, covering her mouth.

“Draining,” you finish, solemn.

She slowly lowers her hand, turquoise eyes wide and serious behind her glasses. “...yeah.”

You tap the edge of your cocktail glass, contemplative. You hesitate before saying, “Sometimes it’s hard seeing people I really care about…after taking care of people all day. I know my loved ones need me, too, and I want to be there for them. But sometimes it’s too much on top of everything else. Somedays...I feel too tired to care and caring’s the whole reason I even got into this job.”

You didn’t realize how true this was until you said it. It’s an ugly truth, hideous as it lingers in the air, but the truth nonetheless. You wonder if this is the real reason you don’t go out with your friends anymore, why you rarely saw your family as of late.

You also wonder about the intent look Fuyumi wore. Intelligent blue eyes meet yours behind rectangular frames and you can’t bring yourself to look away. You don’t know how long you two stared at each other, only that you’d stopped breathing entirely.

Pop!

“Aaaayyy!”

You shoot up and whip around, physically blocking Fuyumi - an automatic shield. Your hand goes to your waist and of course - of course you aren’t wearing your tactical belt. You’re off duty.

You start to activate your Quirk, let it hum unseen but ready under your hot skin. Off duty but still - .

But still, it was just the crazy salary men anyway. All drunk off their asses. One of them bought champagne, hence the pop. The man must be in his forties yet there he is, drinking straight from the bottle. The college athletes nearby start to chant and soon the rest of the bar is joining in. Somewhere, you hear your friends (the hooligans) cheering among them.

A gentle hand touches your arm, cool fingertips pressing against your wrist. Her touch sends off an immediate spark at first contact.

Electric Quirk?

Turning around, Fuyumi’s face is gentle but her eyes burn with an unexplained fervency. It kindles something in your stomach, makes you swallow.

“Let’s go outside for a bit. Get you some fresh air.”

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With the din of the bar behind you, you exhale and watch your breath condensate in the cold night air. It’s quieter here. Only a few other bar patrons mill about, one smoking several feet away and others waiting for a rideshare. The warmth from nearly activating your Quirk slowly seeps out enough to bring you back to a safer, more civilian-appropriate temperature but it’s still enough to keep you warm in your simple leather jacket.

You glance at Fuyumi. The falling snowflakes surround her like a vision, bright against the dark of turtleneck but blending in with her hair. “Aren’t you cold?”

She smiles, pushing her glasses up. “I’m fine.”

“Quirk thing?” you guess wryly, curious but also avoiding directly asking about her Quirk. It’s fine as a kid but as people get older, outright asking people about their Quirks is something of a social taboo. It would be more polite to ask what her bank statement said.

“Something like that. What about you? Are you cold or is it a ‘Quirk thing’?” When she speaks, you notice that her breath doesn’t come out in a misty cloud. Trained to automatically identify hints of what a person’s Quirk could be, you pick this out. Ice Quirk then, maybe snow? It suits the winter beauty.

The corner of your mouth twitches. You tuck your hands in your jacket pockets and lean against the building behind you. “Something like that.”

You both stand in companionable silence. It’s easier to breathe outside with the city lights to distract you, though you sneak occasional glances at the way the blue and red neon lights reflect off Fuyumi’s snowy hair. The red streaks glow burgundy under the lighting.

“About what you said earlier…”

You say nothing now, simply pressing your lips together and staring obstinately at a distant flashing billboard: First a soda commercial, then some car insurance ad. You glance away when you see an ad for Burning Coffee and the familiar face with it.

“I get it.”

Schooling your expression into a neutral one, you look at her from the corner of your eyes.

Fuyumi tucks a stark white strand behind her ear. You try not to get distracted by the way she bites her lip. “Even before I started this job, I…I have two younger brothers. I love them a lot but it's - I…. I’ve had to take care of them for a long time now.”

You mull over this for a moment. “Because someone had to, huh?”

“Someone has to.”

You nod slowly. “Caring for other people is why humans are here but it’s hard. There are limits.”

“Yeah, there are...” That intense light in her eyes appears again. “But someone has to care, even when it’s hard. Someone has to bring people together.”

What about your parents? You want to ask, want to know who left her alone with such a heavy responsibility when she was so young. Something dark simmers in your stomach at the thought of a small Fuyumi burdened with the care of two little brothers while a child herself. But you bite your tongue.

Instead: “Who takes care of you?”

She blinks. “Huh?”

“Who takes care of Todoroki Fuyumi?”

“Who… I - “ Her face is pink from the cold, you vaguely notice. Which is odd, if your hunch about her Quirk is right. “I... My brother does. The older one, Natsuo. He…”

You realize too late that you’re raising your eyebrows, high and skeptical in your otherwise neutral countenance.

“People care,” she finishes lamely. At your unimpressed stare, she turns her head away. The gesture is as bashful as it is stubborn.

“...there’s a difference between caring for someone and taking care of them,” you say softly.

Lifting her face, Fuyumi meets your gaze. You step closer without breaking eye contact. Her lips part, and you’re undeniably staring now - more than staring. You’re leaning closer, into her space, and she tilts her head back.

“Te ni shitai hikari ga aru kiiiimiii wa ima yorube mo naku hitori de kiro niiii tatsu~”

You both jerk away.

“Sorry,” Fuyumi mutters, covering her mouth. You catch a pink flush before she turns her head away.

Clearing your throat, you fumble for your cell. “No, my bad. Uuuh, hold on. Lemme just turn it off.”

Even saying that, you habitually check the caller ID and immediately turn serious. You look at her apologetically. “It’s work.”

Still pink-faced and cute, Fuyumi waves a hand. “It’s fine!”

“One sec…” Praying it’s not an emergency but prepared nonetheless, you answer brusquely, “Talk to me.”

“Woah, there, y/l/n. No need to sound so serious. You’re off the clock, remember?”

“Are you?” you retort.

“Yeah, just got off and on my way. Your friends still there or you guys get bored waiting for me? ‘Cause I also know this one place in Shinjuku with some cute girls who maaay bat for our team if yanno what I - “

You nearly choke on your own spit. “Uuh, no. No, that’s not necessary.”

“Y/l/n, you need to get laid. Like, I’m pretty sure boss man gets more than you and - “

“Hey!” You cover the receiver, as though fearful Fuyumi would hear about your sad (lack of a) sex life. Also you never want to hear anyone talk about your boss like that. It’s worse than if someone were to bring up your father in that way. You shudder at the thought. “I do not want to think about that. Do not put those images in my head!”

Your coworker cackles. “Then get out and get some! Pretty sure with the overtime you pull, you got some cobwebs down there.”

“I will report you to HR,” you warn, too low for Fuyumi to hear.

“See? This is why he hired you. He needed a bigger wet blanket than him in the office to make him look chill in comparison.”

Ha. Your boss. Chill. Even you can privately admit that’s a good one.

“Then he owes me a raise,” you grumble. After some thought, you also add, “...besides, Shinjuku isn’t necessary.”

“Wait. You met somebody?!”

Hyper aware of a pair of pretty blues on you, you choose your words carefully. “We just received word from Team Lambda that things were...unexpectedly successful.”

“SHIT IS SHE WITH YOU NOW! Why are you still talking to me?!”

“Do you still require back up at the agreed location?”

“Pffft. Y/l/n, you dork. Nah, I’m good. I’ll swing by for a drink and say hi to your cute friend but you do who you gotta do.”

You clear your throat. “I’ll do my best.”

“Damn right you will. With how diligent you are, you’re bound to be a good lay.”

“I do have HR’s number saved on my phone,” you deadpan.

“Of course you do, you stick-in-the-mud. Now get off the phone and talk to your girl!”

Even when she abruptly hangs up on you, you can’t help the sudden grin while you silence your cell. Your girl.

That has a nice ring to it.

But you’re getting ahead of yourself.

“Is everything okay?” Fuyumi asks, tipping her head. She looks at you with such concern your heart flutters. “You sounded real serious.”

Your voice comes out half-strangled and high-pitched. “Fine. Ahem. Everything’s fine. My coworker was just checking in. We were supposed to meet up and, uh…”

“Oh.” Fuyumi lowers her eyes. She adjusts her purse over a dainty shoulder. “My coworkers are probably waiting for me, too. We should…”

No!

“Something came up,” you say quickly.

She pauses mid-step.

“Do you want another drink?”

“I think I’ve had enough to drink,” she admits.

“Oh…” You visibly deflate despite your attempts at keeping up a nonchalant demeanor. “I...I understand.”

“...didn’t you come here with your friends?”

“I met someone,” you say bluntly. You pin her with a look, one that sears through Fuyumi and says ‘you’. “They’ll understand.”

That pretty blush returns tenfold, rising in her cheeks and spreading all the way down her neck. You want nothing more than to discover where else it goes. “Oh.”

You tuck your hands in your pocket to hide how they shake, try to relax your body but even you can feel the intensity in your own gaze. “And your coworkers?”

“They’ll understand, too…” She fiddles with her purse’s strap, shifts her weight from foot to foot. Again, her hips sway with the motion and you start to wonder if there’s anything Fuyumi could do that wouldn’t attract you. “But I still think I’m ready to leave this bar.”

“Just this bar?” You peer at her from under your eyelashes.

If just looking at her wrecks your breathing, the way she bites her bottom lip will be your absolute end. “Just this bar,” she confirms quietly.

“Hm.” You step forward, edging closer but just shy of her personal space - maintaining a respectful distance but near enough to feel the energy passing between you two, the intense and immediate chemistry. It’s strange and unfamiliar and gravitational.

Fuyumi stands completely still but she’s tighter, tenser, with a white-knuckled grip on her bag and fair skin brightening to new shades of red. There’s a light in her eyes that keeps drawing you in, like a moth to a blue flame. They dart heatedly between your own darkening gaze and your mouth.

“Do you have plans for the rest of your night, Fuyumi-san?” Maybe at least a dinner, you hope, somewhere warm and cozy and private. Something you think she would like.

She shakes her head, blushing yet unhesitant.

You swear you can feel your own heartbeat in your throat. “Any younger brothers to take care of tonight?”

After some deliberation, she says, “They’re 19 and 15. I think they’ll survive one night without me.”

“Yeah?” you ask breathlessly.

“Yeah,” she says, just as quiet, and she just...looks at you. Really looks at you.

Then she steps closer and suddenly she’s right in front of you. A cloud of vanilla-and-jasmine fragrance surrounds you. You do nothing, say nothing, simply let her come to you. You watch her with a deliberately calm mien. Fuyumi lifts up a delicate hand and brushes through your hair. A whirl of snowflakes scatters around you.

She sees you shiver and whispers, “You’re going to catch a cold out here.”

Her hand lingers in your hair. The touch is light but it’s like being connected to a live wire. A second more passes. Then her hand flutters back to her side.

“Then I guess we should find some place warmer.”

“Y/n-san…”

“Let me…” Let me call you a rideshare. Let me walk you home. Let me take you home. Please. Just let me stay with you a little longer. You swallow all those other words, better words, and come out with, “Let me take care of you.”

Those impossible blue eyes widen. “What?”

Face much warmer than you’re used to off-duty and braver in ways you’ve never had to be before, you ask her softly, near pleading, “Can I take care of you tonight, Fuyumi-san?”

Fuyumi’s lips part. Then slowly, shyly, they curl into that heartbreakingly beautiful smile. “Okay.”

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You nearly trip over a chair on your way over to your friends’ table.

“Aaww, did you strike out?” your best friend teases you.

You let out a shaky laugh, pushing your hair back. “Actually, I came to say bye real quick.”

This earns you a chorus of jeers and whistles around the table.

“That’s my teammate!” a familiar voice crows behind you. You catch tendrils of green flames from the corner of your eye before you see her.

“Kamiji!”

Kamiji moves easily between the tables, as graceful as a cat and grinning like one, too. “What are you still doing here?” she teases while pulling you into a side hug. “Didn’t I tell you to clean out some cobwebs?”

You add a little heat to your embrace - enough that would have made anyone else flinch away but with Kamiji, with anyone in the Flaming Sidekicks, it’s more like a playful punch. “I’m calling HR on Monday.”

“They’ll be the only ones you’ll be calling if you don’t catch up with your girl,” Kamiji retorts, nudging you away with a discreet flicker of flame at the tip of her finger.

Your girl.

“Look at that grin! Just an hour ago, she was moping over her shots,” a friend teases.

“I can count all the times she’s smiled at work on one hand and still have fingers left over,” Kamiji says, joining the min roast session. Her eyes gleam. “Introduce me to her later, yeah?”

“We’ll see,” you say non-committedly.

“Pfff - get outta here. Some people need a drink.”

“I gotcha,” your best friend volunteers. You notice them already making eyes at Kamiji and silently congratulate yourself on introducing them.

“I’ll see you guys later,” you say with a quick wave.

“How much later?” a friend snarks.

“Have fun!” another offers, waggling their eyebrows.

“Be safe,” one teases, a joke coming from a civilian.

“For real,” Kamiji adds. From her, regardless of her playful demeanor, it’s definitely not a joke. “Call me tomorrow morning. Or afternoon. Whenever you wake up.”

“Sure.”

It’s a good night, you think as you wander back to the entrance to meet Fuyumi. You have a feeling it’s about to get better.

So caught up in her, you miss your best friend and Kamiji lingering on their way to the bar. Both are curious to see who could possibly catch their overly serious workaholic of a friend’s attention. They exchange sneaky grins, instant co-conspirators, as they shadow you.

“Y/l/n’s usually the first to pick up when we’re being watched on stakeouts,” Kamiji confides in your friend. “Either she’s had too much to drink or this girl is something.”

They snort. “A couple of us literally walked by their table five times and she didn’t so much as glance our way. You literally came by the one time this entire evening where she’s taken her eyes off her.”

Kamiji’s sharp canines glint in her grin. “Oh, really~?”

She peers over at the door to take a look at your mystery girl and...stops. Her grin drops like a stone.

“Oh, shit.”

Your friend quirks a brow. “What?”

“Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit,” Kamii mutters. “Y/L/N! HEY, Y/L/N!”

The bar’s noise drowns her out.

“Fuck.” Kamiji whips out her cell and dials your number. When she goes straight to voicemail, she tries again. And again. She sends you a barrage of texts.

“What’s wrong?” your friend asks. “Do you know her?”

There’s no humor in Kamiji’s caustic laugh. “Pretty much everybody at the agency knows her - except our newbie apparently.”

“At the agency? Is she a villain?”

“Worse.”

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On the way to your apartment, you check and double check if this is what Fuyumi wants. She laughs a little as she reassures you. You insist that she texts someone, anyone, and give her your address ahead of time. You even ask her to sing the English alphabet backwards to make sure it’s not alcohol’s decision rather than her own certain and sober one. Between your protectiveness against...well, in this case, yourself and her laughter, you two trade giddy glances and secret smiles throughout the entire drive.

You’ve never seen anyone who looks so...pretty in the city lights. You’d long lost any awe over Tokyo’s shining lights but find yourself gaining a new appreciation for them. They look good on her, reflecting off her hair and fair skin and glasses. It’s like Fuyumi is made of light and glass and something so bright that comes from within you can’t even fully fathom it.

And holy hell, she agreed to come to your apartment. Is this actually happening?

Your fingers tap a nervous rhythm in the middle seat. Suddenly, a cold hand slips over them - halting them. You jump, glancing over. She smiles and squeezes your hand, reassuring you even with that blush and her own fidgeting.

You’re the one who's supposed to be taken care of right now, you think.

But now you’re so focused on leveling your breathing you can’t risk looking at her. You do, however, lace your fingers through hers.

And it just fits.

When you arrive at your place and slide out of the car, you’re the one to reattach your hands while you jostle for key with your other hand. You’re suddenly entirely too grateful to have a first floor apartment.

Reality socks you in the stomach when you’re inside. With Fuyumi.

It’s strange...seeing her in your apartment. You can’t remember the last time you had anyone else in your home, hardly in it yourself between patrols and paperwork and stakeouts. But having Fuyumi here? With you? Barely visible in the dim light of your entryway, hair bright like a halo and face barely visible?

It’s like a dream.

But it’s not. Your heart wouldn’t be hammering like this if this were a dream.

Fuyumi still hasn’t let go of your hand. If anything, the situation seems to dawn on her, too, going by how she clutches it. You both stand together in the dimly lit genkan, quiet, a little awkward. But the small space between you is purely electric.

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” Fuyumi admits quietly.

“Me, neither…”

“Work?” she guesses.

“Yeah,” you mutter. “You?”

“School. Then work.”

You force a smile through your nerves. “And taking care of other people?”

Her words are hushed. “Yeah… That, too.”

“Guess we both missed out on the crazy party phase other people our age got,” you say dryly.

That earns you a soft laugh. “I guess so. Never looked all that great anyway.”

You snort. “Yeah, I’m not too upset that I missed out on all my friends’ college hangovers. But when was the last time you got to just...let go? Not care what anyone thinks or says?”

You yourself could at least count some fond high school memories.

Fuyumi, however…

She says nothing, bangs covering her eyes.

Tonight, you decide. Tonight is her night.

And suddenly, something clicks into place. You’re not nervous anymore.

“In that case...” Hands still connected, you step out of the genkan. “I think it’s about time someone took care of you.”

Her eyebrows furrow in concern. “What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“But… Aren’t you tired from caring so much?”

I don’t think I could ever get tired of caring for you.

Gently, you bring your intertwined hands to your mouth and smooth light, unhurried kisses over her fingers. Your lips trail along her knuckles until they press against her wrist and linger there over her pulse. You look at her through hooded eyes. Her breath catches.

Then you drop your hands.

“Trust me,” you say, your voice low in your own ears. “This is as much for me as it is for you. But only if you want it.”

There’s an unspoken question there.

Fuyumi meets your gaze directly, heat rising in her eyes, almost like blue fire in how they scorch you with a single look. You start to rethink your original guess about her Quirk.

“I want it.”

You. I want you.

Sucking in a long, slow breath, you smile at her. “...then come get it, Fuyumi-san.”

She stumbles forward, as though in a trance. Shaky hands land on your strong shoulders, seeking stability, and she steps into you. Your chests brush against each other, and you’re submerged in her creamy vanilla and jasmine perfume. That gravitational pull tugs at you but you stop yourself just shy of her lips.

Hers. This is her night, her decision.

Her cool breath fans across your lips. Starlit eyes peer into your darkening ones.

You wait.

“May I?” The words vibrate against your mouth.

Your heart melts.

“Of course.”

Fuyumi closes that last centimeter of distance and presses her trembling lip to yours. She tilts her head, mindful of her glasses. The kiss is slow and careful, closed mouth, testing the boundaries. Even with your verbal consent, it asks, Is this okay? You follow her lead, tenderly coaxing her lips along your own. Warm and welcoming and reassuring her yes, yes, yes. This is okay. This is perfectly okay.

I want you, too.

Her hands tighten on your shoulders. Yours slide into her feather-soft hair. You tug out the ponytail holder and delve your fingers in the tresses. You pull away, separating you with a soft pop, and watch the silky strands float to her shoulders.

Breathing hard, Fuyumi is still clutching your shoulders. Her face is flushed, roses blooming in her cheeks, and her pupils are blown wide.

“Whoever named you had the right idea,” you mutter, completely dazed.

You don’t get a chance to recover.

Fuyumi surges forward, grabbing your face, and pulls you to her. You slant your head just in time to meet her kiss, eyes fluttering shut. Her lips are soft, soft yet pleasantly chilled. And they move fervently along yours. Currents spark from her to you, tingling down your spine and electrifying your senses. You meet her passion with your own, shaky and reverent hands moving up to grip her blazer.

Without breaking the kiss, she steps out of the genkan and strides forward - backing you into your own apartment. Her hands slide from your cheeks and into your hair, tugging. You gasp, startled, and Fuyumi’s tongue is like ice in the warm cavern in your mouth. You groan. She uses her grip on your hair to angle you just so, completely taking over the kiss, and you let her. You want her to.

You move your hands up her back, into her hair - earning you another tug in reprimand - and down again until they find her full hips. You squeeze, enjoying the plush give under your fingers. Fuyumi hums, low and appreciative. You smooth your hands over her curves, slipping your thumbs under the shirt and rubbing circles against her hip bones.

Fuyumi breaks the kiss just long enough to slide off her blazer, lets it fall to the floor with a muffled foomp and your leather jacket joins it soon after. Then she’s on you again, looping her arms around your shoulders. Pressing close, closer, her full breasts soft against yours. Her lofty exhale condensates in your warm apartment, chilling your lips. Your eyes flutter.

Gripping her hips, you kiss her - kiss her like you wanted to from the moment she first smiled at you. You kiss her like you want to consume her. And Fuyumi meets you, passion for passion, ice for fire.

You slide your hands further up her turtleneck and skim along cool, soft skin with heated palms. Fuyumi arches, making soft appreciative noises that falter into disappointment when you remove your hands. Next you wind your arms around to fully embrace her, crushing her to you. Fuyumi moans.

You pull back enough to land several pecks on her smiling lips, making her giggle, and then shower the rest of her face in kisses. Your eager mouth finds her swan-like neck and becomes more sensual, mouthing along the arch. Kissing and sucking and just breathing her in. Fuyumi leans her head back to accept your affections in full.

“You’re so warm,” she sighs happily.

Your brain dies and comes back to life. And then you promptly realize the full implication of her words.

Panting, you pull away. You’re still foggy and lost and looking at Fuyumi, Fuyumi with that glazed over expression and slightly parted lips, certainly does help. But you have to check yourself - make sure you’re still in control.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“Just wanted to look at you,” you say. Not a complete, as your gaze sears up and down her body.

“Don’t just look then.” Fuyumi tugs you forward by your shirt. You lean back at the last moment and grin at the frustrated sound she makes in the back of her throat.

“Y/n-san…”

You kiss her, a quick peck, and dart away before she has the chance to deepen it.

Her nose scrunches up. You kiss that, too. She chases after your lips but you dodge, her lips landing on your cheek instead. You snicker.

“Y/n-san.” There’s a warning in her tone. The sternness in it, the sudden assertiveness, makes you light-headed and eager to obey.

Damn. You make a mental note to explore this later.

“Just wanted to be extra sure this is what you want,” you say breathlessly.

“I told you that I wa - “

You catch her open mouth in yours, kissing her longer, deeper. Your lips smolder against hers. Her responding hum shoots straight to your core.

When you go to move away again, Fuyumi snares your bottom lip between her teeth and pulls you back in. A hand on your waist slips under your shirt, teasing the skin it finds there. She palms the small of your back. Pushes you closer. You squirm at the unexpected cold, inadvertently pushing yourself closer. She uses this to pull you into her, hands skating up your ribs, palms freezing, touch burning. The air grows hot and humid, a perfect clash between your Quirks, and you’re shivering from something far beyond temperature, beyond arousal.

“Oh, god…” you eke out as she sucks on the corner of your jaw. You’re too far gone to process it, lost in a strange space between too much and not enough.

It’s only Fuyumi’s mercy that allows you to catch your breath. She pulls back, leaving our lips kiss-swollen and red and panting. You gawk at her.

Her demure smile isn’t kind; it’s the calm before a storm. “Where’s the bedroom?”

A small, pitiful sound - a whimper - escapes you.

This woman is going to be the death of you.

Wordlessly, you grip her thick thighs and lift her up enough to wrap her legs around your waist. Fuyumi yelps. She winds her arms around your shoulders, beaming down at you. You grin up at her adoringly, even when she laughs at you when you bump into your own furniture in your own damn apartment.

“I can’t remember the last time anyone’s carried me,” she says.

Nudging your door open with your foot, you hum thoughtfully. “I can’t remember the last time I had a pretty girl in my arms.”

Fuyumi hides her burning face in your neck. “...you, too.”

“Mm?”

“You’re pretty, too,” she murmurs, burrowing in your shoulder. She nestles into you endearingly. “Prettier.”

You press a kiss to the side of her head, nuzzling into her hair and breathing in her conditioner. You whisper, “Don’t get in a fight over who’s prettier with me, Fuyumi-san. You’d lose.”

Then you promptly drop her on your bed.

Yelping, Fuyumi bounces on the mattress. She’s still smiling and giggling even when she tries to glare at you. “No, I wouldn’t,” she protests.

Amused, you place one knee on the bed. “Yes. You would.”

“No. I wouldn’t. Have you seen yourself?”

“Occasionally,” you drawl, raising your other knee to fully kneel in front of Fuyumi.

“But you’re so fit and strong and - “ She bites her lip again, face tinted pink. “You’re gorgeous.”

You take your sweet, sweet time looking Fuyumi up and down. Body half sprawled across your bed, her beautiful hair fans out like a halo. The hem of her shirt is partially pushed up, revealing her pale stomach where a diamond navel piercing gleam and the full flare of her waist.

“I don’t compare,” you say simply, bending down to crawl over to her.

Fuyumi rises up on your elbows to meet you halfway. You straddle her hips, having to stretch out your thighs to fully seat yourself over them. Damn. They’re so solid and soft underneath you. You never want to sit anywhere else again.

Fuyumi’s breath hitches, staring up at you as though entranced. Her hands slip over your thighs. “I think you don’t give yourself enough credit.”

“I think you,” you carefully slide off her frames, removing the one thing between you and the intensity of her gaze, “need new glasses, Fuyumi-san.”

You fold up her glasses and lean over to put them safely on your side table. The movement moves your hips, unintentionally grinding. The small friction makes you release a stuttery breath.

Hearing it, her own breathing starts to get heavier. Fuyumi tightens her grip on your thighs and pushes back. You groan, long and low in your throat. You start a slow rocking motion, core grinding down. Fuyumi’s hips meet you movement for movement. Her hooded gaze flares.

You place your hands on top of hers, looking down at her with half-lidded eyes. Taking all of her in hungrily. “Fuyumi-san, when you say you haven’t done this before…”

“I mean going home with someone I just met,” she murmurs, caught in the rocking motion. “This isn’t - it won’t be my first time.”

Her earlier ferocity - and the current undulations of her hips under yours - suggested as much, but it’s always good to check.

You brush your fingers over her slim wrists and up her arms and down again. Feather light. Your touch ghosts over her exposed stomach and then up her lower ribs, pressing fully against her velvet skin.

Fuyumi arches her back, eyelashes fluttering. Her lips quiver.

She’s already starting to sweat, slick under your palms. You slide your hands back down and curve over her waist, kneading the bit of fat there. Her fair skin pinkens where you touch her. A small, desperate sound escapes her.

“God, I love the sound of your voice,” you rasp, grinding harder. “From the moment I first I heard it.”

She laughs a little. “I’m surprised you even heard it. The bar was so loud.”

Rather than respond, you scoot down her thighs in order to bend down and nip a hipbone.

“Y/n-san.”

You groan at the sound of your name before trailing your lips from one hip to the other, your tongue briefly circling around her piercing. Throughout your loving ministrations, you push your hands further up her shirt to her heavy breasts and squeeze softly. Fuyumi arches her back, crying out.

Eventually, you push her turtleneck up. Fuyumi sits up and you help pull it over her head. Your mouth dries.

Her beautiful hair is a beautiful mess, red tangled in white. Darkened blue eyes stare at you hazily. You finally learn that her flush extends from her round cheeks to her sternum, rosey and warm in the ivory of her skin. Her simple black bra barely restrains her heaving breasts. She’s all curves and supple skin and vanilla-and-jasmine perfume and -

“How did I get so lucky as to bring you home with me tonight?”

In answer, Fuyumi kisses you. Her insistent lips move from your needy mouth to your neck. You gasp when she finds the sensitive place behind your ear. Her chilled breath makes you tremble.

“How did I get so lucky as to end up in your bed?” she croons. Then she sucks your earlobe into her frigid mouth.

“Ah!”

She wrangles your shirt off and sends her mouth down the valley of your breasts. You wrap your legs around her waist, squeezing her between your thighs and pressing her into your aching core. Your head lolls, hair falling back. Your breathing is heavy under her. Her fingers tangle with the back of your bra and unclip it with ease.

Peppering your shoulders with chilled kisses as she slides the straps over them, Fuyumi tosses your bra over the side of the bed and pulls back to admire. You shiver at the dark, glassy look in her eyes. And then put up absolutely no resistance when she pushes you down on the bed.

Freezing hands caress your breasts, making you hiss and raise your back, as they come in contact with your sultry body.

“Sorry,” Fuyumi says, not sounding the least bit put out. “Quirk thing.”

Your chest heaves. “S’fine. Do whatever. Just - just keep touching me.”

Her eyelids lowered, and that demure smile returns. “That’s not a very polite way to ask for what you want, y/n-san.”

You’re not a proud person, and you know what you want. “Please, Fuyumi-san, please keep touching me - aah!”

Fuyumi leans down to circle a nipple with her ice-like tongue, sucking it in with a lewd suctiony sound. Glacial fingers pinch the other. Her other hand trails down, breezing across your ribs, until they find the hem of your pants and toying with the zipper. You pant, grasping at her shoulders for purchase. Forgoing the zipper entirely, Fuyumi cups you through your jeans - fingers rubbing tantalizing circles against your heat.

“Fuyumi-san!” you whine.

“Such pretty noises…” Fuyumi murmurs against your breast. “And you looked so stoic and serious at the bar. But look at you.”

Fuyumi grinds the heel of her hand into you. You squirm helplessly underneath her wintery body. It feels so good but so intense. You wonder if you’d somehow managed to lure a yuki-onna to your bed.

“You just fall apart at the simplest of touches.” She bends her head over your other breast, biting down gently. She continues to palm at your throbbing core.

You buck your hips, desperate for more friction. “Please…”

Then, in retribution for your earlier teasing, she removes her hand out from between your trembling thighs. You whine. Making direct eye contact with you, Fuyumi pulls back with your nipple still pinched between her teeth. Only after you let loose a satisfactory whimper does she release it. Your other nipple, however, she continues to roll leisurely between her thumb and forefinger.

“Apologies. You seemed to like how assertive I was earlier. Was I mistaken?”

You don’t deny it. Instead, you say weakly, “Didn’t expect this from an elementary school teacher.”

Smiling amusedly, Fuyumi nuzzles into your too-warm cheek. “I can’t be nice, patient sensei all the time.”

“So you like to get back some control in the bedroom,” you say dryly.

Fuyumi’s answer is scraping her teeth down your throat and sucking a mark into your collarbone. Cold hands seize your breasts, squeezing. A knee slips between your thighs to push against you. You cry out.

“Based on that lovely reponse…” Fuyumi croons, running her hands up and down your sides, “and your clear deflection from my original statement, you like to let go of control in the bedroom. It’s a release.”

Somewhere in the haze of your lust, you catch on. You raise an eyebrow.

She sighs. “Let me guess: high stakes civil service job, demanding work environment, lots of pressure, extremely stressful. You have to be in complete control at all times on the job, always alert, and need your phone on even after hours just in case.”

“...maybe.” She has a scarily clear cut understanding of your “civil service job”, even without the full details such as what exactly it is.

She smiles understandingly, though there’s a strange twist to it. “I noticed how..alert you were at the bar. Even though you came with friends. You really don’t let yourself relax, do you?”

You turn your head, averting your eyes.

Gentle fingers pinch your chin and bring them back to meet Fuyumi’s compassionate gaze. “It’s okay, y/n-san,” she soothes. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t my place - “

“No, you’re right,” you cut her off, voice hoarse. “I - it’s just I… I love my job.”

“I know,” she murmurs, caressing the side of your face.

Your draw in a breath. “I’m lucky to have it. Especially being a woman. It’s what I’ve wanted since I was a little kid. And it - I get to help so many people. Every day. I feel like I make a real difference, you know? But it’s not easy.”

Fuyumi strokes your hair. “When was the last time you took some time off?”

You scoff, covering your eyes with a forearm. “I just transferred to a new agency a little while ago. I still have a lot to prove.”

This makes Fuyumi frown. “They chose to hire you. You shouldn’t have to prove anything!”

“Fuyumi-san,” you drawl, “you’re taking care of other people again. Didn’t I say it's your turn to be taken care of tonight?”

“Is you taking care of me just ‘helping people’ like you do everyday?” she asks.

“No. Is you asking about my work life and the personal toll it has just another way of asserting control?” you deadpan.

Fuyumi sputters, turning red. “N-no! And how’s wanting to help others ‘control’?”

“‘Help is the sunny side of control,’” you quote, bone dry.

Semi-amused, you watch realization dawn across Fuyumi’s face. “That’s - I never thought about it that way. That’s...quite insightful. Did you come up with that? Or is that from somewhere?”

“Anne Lammottt,” you say dryly. “She wrote this sorta half self-help, half memoir on hope and how to find it when things are at their bleakest. My therapist recommended it. I’ll lend you my copy.”

The bed creaks as Fuyumi sits up, straddling you. Poker faced, you make a herculean effort to keep your gaze directly on her face rather than stray to...well, the gorgeous half-naked body on top of you.

“You have a therapist?”

“High stakes job with heaps of pressure and stress, remember?” you quip. “It would be irresponsible of me not to take care of my mental health. Like skipping a dental cleaning or a vaccination.”

“Yeah…” Again, Fuyumi has that intent, searching look in her eyes. The same one she gave you after admitting how tired you were, how draining caring can be. Without her glasses, it’s only about 100 times more intense.

And there you are, titties out, laid out like a spread eagle underneath Fuyumi like you’re her personal throne. Not a bad position to be in, of course, but a little odd when her face looks like she’s trying to solve the world’s hardest math problem and not contorted in the throes of passion as gifted by yours truly. You wait it out, though. It seems important.

It’s a nice view anyway.

Finally: “You’re really something, y/l/n y/n.”

You smile up at her lazily. “Thanks. You’re something special yourself, Todoroki Fuyumi.”

Fuyumi smiles down at you like a real life Madonna icon. You’re suddenly reminded of your recently developed Fuyumi-related asthma. And how her luscious thighs are actually a little warm after hugging your body for so long.

You drum your fingers against them, enjoying the feel even through her jeans. “Hey, Fuyumi-san?”

“Mm?”

“How did we go from the hottest foreplay of my life to talking about our mutual tendencies for compulsive caretaking?”

Fuyumi slaps her hands over her reddening cheeks and groans. “Oh, no. I’m sorry, y/n-san!”

“It’s cool,” you say, nonchalant. “We can do a naked book club instead, if you like. Anything you wanna recommend?”

“No! No naked book club - well, maybe later. Wait!” She drags her hands down her face and half-heartedly glowers down at you. Somehow, that stern look makes you throb. “You’re making fun of me.”

“A little,” you admit. You stroke her thighs soothingly. “But I’m also a little serious. If you’d rather do something else, that’s okay. I think I have some puzzles somewhere.“

Snorting, Fuyumi shakes her head. “I want to keep going. I do, I really do. But if I made it too weird or - “

“Great. I want to, too,” you state bluntly.

“I didn’t make it weird?”

“Sex is weird sometimes. Besides….” You look up at her with heavy-lidded eyes, feeling your desire thrum back to life at her bold reassertion. Your voice turns smokey when you speak next. “I want to make you feel good, Fuyumi-san.”

Fuyumi shudders above you.

Gripping her thighs, you slowly sit up to avoid jostling her from your lap. Warm hands smooth up her thighs, following the curves of her wide hips and her waistline. Fuyumi shivers when you linger on the sides of her plump breasts. You trace her bra’s outer edges up to the elastic straps and unhurriedly lower the right one. You press a kiss to her bared shoulder, as soft as the newly fallen snow outside.

“I want to make you really, really good.”

You feel how the exhale shudders out of her. “Y/n-san…”

“Will you let me? Will you let me make you feel good, Fuyumi-san?”

She laughs softly, hugging your shoulders. “How do you do that? “

“Do what?” you mumble, sucking at a beauty mark you find.

“Just - mmph, right there - just turn the situation around? It was so a-aah! Awkward and now it’s like this again.”

You laugh huskily. “A little trick I learned on the job.”

“Seducing people?”

“Are you seduced?” you purr.

“Y-yes. But seriously...”

“Let’s just say... I learned how to assess a situation and Turn. It. Around. In my favor.” You kiss up her neck with each word, breathing in deeply.

She gently scratches down your back, soft lines that make you shudder. “Mm, you’re a good civil servant.”

This draws a smirk from you. “Thanks. Now...back to my question.”

“Mm?” Fuyumi’s eyes flutter.

You whisper hotly against her ear, “Will you let me make you feel good?”

“Yes, please.”

Grinning, you kiss her ear and set to work.

You unsnap her bra clasp, sliding the silky undergarment off and lazily letting it fall from your hand. Her supple breasts fall free with gentle bounce. Hand on her shoulder, you lightly push her onto her back and Fuyumi goes down willingly. Lips parted, you stare down at her darkly.

Expression hazy, she smiles up at you. “Please take care of me.”

“I’ll try my best,” you promise, voice low and gravelly.

You cup her breasts, relishing the soft weight of them in your hands, and rub slow circles over them. Then you bend down to tongue a slow circle around a dusky nipple before sucking it into your eager mouth. Fuyumi sighs, cupping the back of your neck. You hum, then go to turn your attention to the next. Gently heating your lips, you press gossamer-like kisses all over her flushed chest. From there, you kiss down her sternum and down her chest.

“Y/n-san,” she calls softly as you leave marks along her stomach.

You sink blunt teeth into he left hip and she gasps. Trembling underneath you, Fuyumi grips your hair and moans.

You slip a finger under her jeans, looking to her with lifted eyebrows. At her nod, you unbutton her jeans and - in return for her icy teasing - unzip the fly with your teeth. She gasps. You tug at the loosened denim, to which she lifts her hips, and you slide down her jeans past her hips where you kiss and suck and nip. Then you pull the jeans down her thighs. You swallow at the sight of her pink panties, pupils dilating at the dark stain over her folds.

Still, you take your time - gently pulling her jeans off one creamy leg at a time. You kiss every inch of new skin revealed, reveling in Fuyumi’s increasingly shallow breathing. You watch her chest rise and fall, breasts heaving.

She’s easily the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen in your life.

Not looking away once, you toss the jeans to some far corner and settle between her thighs. You’re not even aware of where you are, so consumed with the sight and smell of her.

“Y-y/n-san,” she calls.

“Shh, darling,” you murmur, landing a kiss on the inside of her knee. You trace your lips down the soft skin of her inner thigh. “I know, I know.”

“Hurry.”

“Almost there. I’m going to take such good care of you, I promise.”

She moans, the precious noise pitching louder when you press your lips to the sweet wetness pooled between her thighs. You flick the full length of your tongue over her. Delicate fingers grip the back of your head, cold and insistent, and you groan. The vibrations send her hips rolling and you follow along with the motions, licking and sucking through her underwear, breathing through your nose, tenderly thumbing circles into her hip bones. Despite the delicious press of her clenching thighs against your ears, you hear her call your name - broken between a plea and a command. And you obey.

Without wasting another moment, you pull away and hook your fingers under the hem of her panties. You slide the garment down her hips, groan at the pearly strands of her essence clinging to her puffy inner lips, and pull it down her lush thighs.

Impatient, Fuyumi sits up enough to shove her panties the rest of the way off. Then her hand returns to the back of your head which she immediately guides to her cunt. You grasp her thighs, spreading them open for better access. You latch onto her hot bundle of nerves and suck into your mouth. Encouraged by her cries, you lave your tongue between her folds while your thumb continues toying with her clit.

Nails scrape against your scalp, sending shocks of pained pleasure through you and inciting another moan. You bury your tongue inside her, reveling in the full taste of her. A mewl rewards your efforts. Chin shiny with her juices, you pull back only to return to her clit. You press a kiss there, two, three, before sucking it back into your hot mouth. Your fingers slide inside her; velvety walls clench around them, pulsing rhythmically as you slide in and out.

Lashes fluttering, you lift your gaze to meet Fuyumi’s piercing blue eyes - bright and demanding above the flush of her cheeks and her neck and her heaving chest. Her grip tightens in your hair. You close eyes, blissed out, and delve your tongue deeper inside her until your nose is pressed against her clit. You delight in the wet friction.

Her legs tremble, one hooked over your shoulder. Her cries rise - higher, higher, pitching into the dark ceiling. The sweetest of noises. You whimper when her thighs clench around you, following the undulations of her hips. Your own squirm against the sheets, arousal pooling in your underwear, as you listen. You feel it before she cries out: hands grasping, thighs shaking, labia twitching, her inner walls clenching around you.

Ecstasy. Pure ecstasy. All because of you.

Fuyumi calls your names.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes -

Cold.

Cold, cold, cold.

Under Fuyumi’s hands, ice coats your shoulders and spreads down your back. Your hair is stiff and frozen. Where her juices coated your lips and chin, now frozen. Even the tip of your nose has frost.

You blink.

Fuyumi gapes at you, horrified.

“You know...when the weather forecast said snowy night in Tokyo, this isn’t what I expected.”

“I am SO sorry!”

You burst out laughing.

She hides her bright red face in her hands. “I’m sorry, y/n-san! Do you have a hair dryer? Let me -- “

“Nah, I’m okay. See?” You channel your Quirk, focusing on the warmth always present in the center of your chest, and let the heat spread throughout the rest of your body. Steam rises from your skin as the frost melts, not leaving so much as a droplet of moisture behind.

Hands lowered, Fuyumi’s jaw drops. “You...you have a fire Quirk.”

“Opposites really do attract, huh?” Eyes crinkling, you laugh.

It’s the only sound in the bedroom.

“...Fuyumi-san?”

Speechless, Fuyumi stares at you with wide, wide eyes. The climax-induced flush is gone, bleached from her skin. She covers her mouth with a shaky hand.

You immediately recognize that expression. It’s the look a civilian had before they were saved, before help arrived. Fear. Seeing it on her face makes your stomach turn. It reminds you of the time you rescued a child from a burning building after a villain set off an electrical fire - the initial relief on the boy’s face evolving into sheer panic when you activated your own flames to fight the villain off before back-up came. You’d hated yourself for reigniting that fear so soon after the initial trauma.

And now? You’re bewildered and cautious.

“Hey...you alright there?”

“I - yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” Fuyumi swiftly looks away, shrinking in on herself. She brings her arms up to her bare chest.

Resisting the urge to frown, you put up an air of calm. You wordlessly lift a sheet and - avoiding sudden movements - wrap it around her shoulders.

She blinks at you.

“A lot of people have had bad experiences with fire,” you say, non-judgemental. You smile softly. “I get it. It can be pretty scary sometimes. But I can guarantee you that I have better control over my Quirk than most people. Haven’t had an accident since I was 10.”

“I’m not - that’s not it, y/n-san.” Even saying that, Fuyumi pulled the sheet tighter around herself.

You lifted and lowered your shoulders in a languid shrug. “It doesn’t matter what it was or wasn’t. And you don’t have to explain it to me, either.”

Her bottom lip trembles. “Y/n-san - “

“Fuyumi-san,” you say, hushed. “It’s okay.”

You won't lie to yourself, though: It hurts. But you recognize a trigger when you see one. If years of general wariness of your flames didn’t teach you that, your training certainly did.

It’s that same training that allows you to smile at her reassuringly. “Hey… Look.”

You hold your hand out, palm side up. Watching her face carefully, searching for even the slightest flinch, you focus the heat under your skin to converge at the center of your palm: A spark, then a shimmer, and a small flame comes to life. No bigger than a birthday candle, it casts a soft light across your face.

Fuyumi’s eyes flicker between your tender expression and the tiny fire. Your own gaze doesn’t waver from her face, even as you slowly twist your hand and will the flame to move sluggishly along your palm, your wrist, over your knuckles, and between your fingers. Fuyumi watches all the while.

You urge the flare to your to the very tip of your index finger and hold it up to your mouth. You purse your lips, not unlike a kiss, and extinguish it with a small puff. You wink at her. “See? Perfect control.”

While she is still hunched under the sheet, it at least earns you a small, wobbly smile.

You hold out your hand, again palm side up. She immediately looks at it, clearly expecting another flame. The corner of your mouth twitches and you wiggle your fingers a little.

It’s a relief when she accepts the silent offer, placing her small hand in yours. Your fingers wrap around hers. Tenderly, carefully, you brush your over her knuckles. Like you’re holding something infinitely precious.

“I was a pretty stupid kid, you know. You would’ve hated having me in your classroom,” you say suddenly, still fixated on your joined hands.

Fuyumi looks almost offended. “No, I wouldn’t!”

It makes you grin a little. “You’re right. You’re an amazing teacher - one of those saintly ones with tons of patience for even the brattiest of kids. I can tell. But trust me, even little me would have given you a run for your money. I was pretty full of myself, just because of an accident of being born with some flashy Quirk. Always showing off and playing around with it.”

At this, your smile fades into a grim line. “But you know what they say about playing with fire. ‘Cept I can’t burn but others sure can. I learned that the hard way...at someone else’s expense.”

“...the accident when you were 10,” Fuyumi recalls, voice faint.

“It was someone I really care about,” you say. Your mouth twists into a self-contemptuous sneer as you shake your head. “I knew how to start fires but hadn’t yet learned how to put them out. So much for the little show off.”

Suddenly, her hand squeezes yours. You blink.

“You were only a child, y/n-san,” she whispers. Her eyebrows scrunch together and without her glasses, there’s nothing between you and those fierce eyes. “It was an accident.”

“Doesn’t matter. Someone else paid for it,” you say, uncompromising. She opens her mouth to protest. You raise her hand to kiss her knuckles which immediately snaps her mouth close. “And I’ve been a whole lot more careful since then. I promised myself that I would use my Quirk to protect people, not hurt them. Especially not someone I care about.”

At that, you press your lips to her slim wrist. You gently suck at the blue-ish veins beneath delicate skin, kissing the heel of her hand and then her own palm and finally the tips of fingers. You look up to see Fuyumi’s cherry red face.

“Are you hungry?”

“W-what?” She sounds half as breathless as you felt most of the evening. Payback, sweetheart.

“I promised to take care of you tonight, remember? So. Are you hungry?”

Fuyumi stares at you, taking in your still half-dressed state and kiss-bruised lips. “What about you? I didn’t...you know.”

You shrug. “It’s fine. Lemme get you a glass of water at least.”

After her near panic attack and the sudden turn in conversation, you figure she might not be in the best headspace to...reciprocate. Besides, nothing dashes the libido quite like your partner almost freaking out at your Quirk.

You swing your legs over the edge of the bed and stretch your arms out, oblivious to Fuyumi’s sharpened stare where your back muscles ripple with the movement. You push your hair back, lightly scratching your head as you lazily search the floor for your shirt.

“Wanna watch a movie or something? I think I have some popcorn. We could - “

Cool hands smooth over your waist, meeting in the middle of your stomach. You feel the swell of her breasts against your too-warm back, tight nipples on your shoulder blades. Chilled lips brush the junction of your neck and shoulder, following the curve of your neck. She catches your earlobe between her teeth and tugs.

Your breath hitches.

Her hands trail up your abdomen, leaving shivers in their wake, before cupping your breasts. You arch your back, consequently pushing yourself further into her. Her thumbs smooth twin circles around your nipples, her natural chill sensitizing them.

“Fuyumi….” Her name is a weak moan from your mouth.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” comes her wintry whisper. “Let me return the favor, okay?”

“A-are you sure? A-ah! Fuyumi!”

“I told you, y/n, I want it. And I’ll take it if I have to.”

There is a higher power and apparently, that higher power fucking loves you.

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It’s habit that wakes you up in the early morning. Drowsily, you blink up at your ceiling and then turn your head on your pillow to find Fuyumi’s face inches from yours. Her cheek is squished against a pillow, snowy strands caught in her mouth.

You stare at her in silent awe.

Eventually, your stomach reminds you of your basic needs and by extension Fuyumi’s eventual needs as well. Breakfast then. You sit up slowly, taking care not to wake her. You swing your legs over the bed and pad your way around fallen clothes. You pick them up, sorting out which were whose. Your cell drops out of your pants.

You remember your promise to Kamiji. Turning on your cell, you grimace at the low power and then pause at the many...many messages on it.

Burnin’ 🔥💪💪: RED ALERT RED ALERT

Burnin’ 🔥💪💪: YO Y/N PICK UP

Burnin’ 🔥💪💪: As GREAT as a time you’re having right now...pick up.

Burnin’ 🔥💪💪: Yl//n.

Burnin’ 🔥💪💪: Y/l/n.

Burnin’ 🔥💪💪: Y/l/n y/n.

Frowning, you press “call” on her contact. A few rings carry on, setting your nerves at ease. You know that if it really was an emergency, she would be awake and pick up immediately.

A groggy voice answers. “Must’ve been a fun night.”

“Kamiji, what’s up?” you murmur.

“Did you take that girl home with you?”

“Uuh…” You glance at Fuyumi’s curled up form. The sheets drape over the curve of her hips and tangle between her legs, leaving her mostly bare. Her arms stretch out above her head, feathery hair a tangled mess, carmine streaks vibrant in the sunrise. A few of your marks stand out, red and violet, on the fair skin of her waist and chest. Perfect matches to the ones all over your chest.

You don’t realize you’re smiling like an idiot until you hear your name repeated, louder and louder. “Y/l/n… Y/L/N! HEY!”

You scowl, soundlessly slipping out of bed and snatching a robe on the way out. You muffle your phone against your collarbone until you’re safely in the kitchen where Kamiji’s yelling won’t wake Fuyumi up.

“Yes, Kamiji, I took her home with me and now I’m going to make her breakfast. There a problem?”

Coffee. You need coffee.

“Well, at least you’re treating her right. Hopefully that’ll work in your favor.”

“What are you talking about?” you grouse, getting your coffee maker ready. You mentally go over what you have in the fridge. Do you have enough to make something? Or should you run to the cafe to grab something? Would you get back before Fuyumi wakes up? Maybe you should wait and see if she’d want to go with you...

A dark laugh from the receiver. “You really have no idea who she is, do you?”

You freeze. Tightening your grip on the phone, you glance warily at your closed bedroom door. “...why, is she a villain?”

“You wish.”

Your brow furrows. “What?”

“You’re completely fireproof, right?”

“Yes,” you say, frowning. “It’s pretty much why Endeavor hired me.”

Kamiji makes a small, aggravated noise. “He hired for more than that, y/l/n. But we’ll get into that later - before our boss gives a whole new meaning to firing you.”

“Fire me? For what?”

“What’s his name, y/l/n? His actual name?”

You really do not like where this conversation was going. “Todoroki Enji?”

“And who did you take home with you last night?”

“...that’s not funny, Kamiji.”

“I’m not joking.”

“It’s a common last name,” you protest, “and they look absolutely nothing alike - “

Except.

Except for the red in her hair.

And the color of her eyes, the curve of her nose, the angle of her eyebrows...

The same family name.

Her reaction to your fire Quirk.

You even met at a bar close to the Endeavor Hero Agency.

“No.”

“Yeeeaaah. You slept with the #2 hero’s only daughter.”

For the first time since you were 10, you lose control of your Quirk - setting your favorite robe aflame.

“SHIT!”

Kamiji’s laughter is barely heard over the smoke alarm. Burnt cotton fills the kitchen air and you tear off the robe to throw it in the sink, immediately turning on the faucet. And then there you are, wearing nothing but a few love bites, as you fight with the smoke alarm to shut it up.

Having taken the batteries out, you snatch up the phone and hiss, “I slept with our boss’s daughter? Our boss boss? Endeavor?”

“You work for my father?”

You swear you feel the blood draining from your face. Slowly, mechanically, you turn around. She stands just outside your room, a vision in white sheets. The girl you met last night, the girl you’re pretty sure you fell a little in love with at first sight. The one you took home with you.

Todoroki Fuyumi.

Endeavor’s only daughter.

The higher power fucking hates you.

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Note: When Fuyumi says “Please take care of me” during introductions with reader, it’s actually an English translation of “Yoroshiku onegaishimasu” which is more of a concept than a direct translation. Cool explanation here for my fellow language nerds.

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nice-kill-tanaka · 3 years

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Hi! I read all your x readers and love them! I especially loved the Bakugou x Rough and Tough Crush, I was wondering if you do a part 2 of that one? Where the squad are trying to get the two together.

Of course Nony! Glad you liked my self indulgent work 🥰

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🌄Bakugo + Rough And Tough Crush: Part 2🌌

Looking for the whole set? Take Part 1 right here!

Summary: The Bakusquad gets a little sick of watching you and Bakugo pine after each other in your own...special ways. So, it was decided to devise a plan to get you two crazy kids together!!

A/N: Me, internally: First request, don’t mess it up, first request, don’t mess it up, first request, don’t mess it up, first request, don’t mess it up-

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💥Katsuki Bakugo💥

Let’s start by looking at your end of the pining stick

When Bakugo started treating you differently (like an equal/rival rather than a hurdle to trample on) your own perspective started to shift

You now knew what it was like to be on Boom Boom Boy’s good side. And if you were being honest? It was fun as hell 🔥🔥

Nothing got under your skin very easily, so you took Bakugo’s aggressive taunts and jeers as petty opportunities to take him up on his challenges

What’s better than a free chance to get stronger??? (Mentally, emotionally, and physically)

It wasn’t very long before you began to find Bakugo’s unwavering passion and drive attractive rather than amusing. You wanted to see more of it, to draw it out, to match it

That wild and determined smirk he used past bared teeth when you bested him would really make you feel some type of way 😳

But Y/N is currently a single-brain-celled bastard in this household

My dude, you don’t even misinterpret your feelings. You're just incapable of giving them a label 😭

You just know that you have warm and fuzzy sensations in your stomach whenever Bakugo is being uniquely himself, which you mistook for indigestion on multiple occasions

Y’all are so freaking dumb it actually hurts 😭😭😭

((^^The Bakusquad’s general consensus on you and Bakugo’s mutual pining))

Which brings us to how the Bakusquad decided to go about bringing you hotheaded lovers together

Kirishima casually suggested that they let you two get together on your own, but was out-voted in favor of putting an end to the infinite frustration that came with watching two people crushing on each other and not doing anything about it

Mina and Jiro thought of the first plan:

They’d have a movie night for everyone in the friend group and Mina would conveniently choose a ✨romance✨ movie. The rest on the squad would think of lame excuses to leave in the middle of the film, leaving only you and Bakugo alone (hopefully on the same couch). If things went well, you two would be together by the end of the movie

Their reasoning was that if the concept of romance was introduced at the right time, you’d both feel more inclined to confess your own feelings

It seemed feasible enough, so the plan was set into motion

As expected, the moment Mina pulled out the Blue-Ray box, Bakugo started to grumble about how corny the film was gonna be

But, Jiro caught a glimpse of you leaning over and muttering something to Bakugo, out of earshot of everyone else

Immediately, Bakugo began to loosen his shoulders, still not happy about the genre, but more complacent. He slouched into the couch and endured it like an adult

During the movie, especially the more romantic moments, the squad constantly stole glances towards you and Bakugo. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much to look at

Bakugo, in the same position as the beginning, didn’t seem bored, but like he’d rather be doing anything else at the moment. His eyes were glued to the screen in a judgmental stare, but that he dared not say anything to ruin a certain person’s experience

You, however, looked like you were enjoying the movie! However muted your position might have looked. Though you weren’t enjoying it cause it was good. Oh no, you looked like you wanted to ✨a s c e n d✨ into orbit with laughter every ten seconds

For the sake of letting the rest of the Bakusquad enjoy the romance aspect, you limited your actions to biting your fist whenever something hopelessly cringy happened

Any longer than the halfway point, and you would’ve broken down in a fit of hysterical laughter, roasts, and jeers at the screen

Soon enough, the rest of the group made their excuses to leave the room momentarily, disappointed with their results

But, when they came back, something beautiful had occurred

“Why the hell is she running back to the apartment?? HE CHEATED ON YOU?? KILL ‘IM??”

“SKSKSKS- Okay, but wtf is her FACE?! Is that supposed to be distress?? Freakin’ ahegao faceass.”

Bakugo was deadpan roasting the movie with an amused smirk. While you were coming after it with the gusto of Monoma coming after 1-A, snorting with every comment Bakugo made

Neither of you had even noticed everyone else come into the room

(Apparently, you had told Bakugo earlier that you two can shit on the movie all you wanted once you were alone)

Alright...not exactly the plan. But, possibly a step in the right direction

Sero and Kaminari thought of the next “plan”

I only put quotations, because it’s hardly thought out enough to call it one

It was literally just locking you and Bakugo in a closet 🤡🤡

Don’t worry Sero and Kaminari, I’ll play Taps at your funerals 🎺🎺🎺

You and Bakugo didn’t even have a genuine conversation in the closet...You were too busy yelling various profanities at your friends

“Dude, it’s really FUCKING HOT in here. Let us out while I’m still feeling nice!!”

“I’ll murder you bastards when we get out of here!!! You better start running now.”

Btw, you both ended up making it out of there on your own

You managed to deck the doorknob hard enough to break it off, giving Bakugo enough leeway to blow the door off its hinges

Bakugo took care of Kaminari, while you caught and hogtied Sero with his own tape

You gave each other congratulatory fist bumps afterwards 😚

Despite the rest of the Bakusquad miserably failing in their schemes, their setups did help develop you and Bakugo’s relationship. Just not as fast as they hoped

You had become a pair that could laugh and fight together. Being each other’s advocate became a source of pride for you both

You were all set to become a romantic couple

But, what actually brings you together??

Well, it went something like this:

I’m not too sure of the exact details, but I know that you and Bakugo were having an extra intense training session

Things were starting to get a bit sloppy, as your bodies were getting tired, but your morale was just as strong as ever

It could’ve just been a freak accident, or something neither of you saw coming

But, the point is: Either of you could’ve gotten really hurt, had you not been the tough cookies you are

In your perspective, you were oblivious to the danger that you had been in. And if you did know, you didn’t particularly care. You only saw that the person you cared about most in U.A. could’ve gotten hurt

The idea of that happening, and it being your fault (or, not being able to do anything about it) really rubbed you the wrong way. You were mostly angry at yourself

But, you took it out on Bakugo

Because you were the first aggressor, Bakugo responded with what he knew best: Aggression

Yes, he was absolutely mad at himself for putting you in danger. But, what made the feeling worse, was that you refused to acknowledge that you could’ve been injured as well

Your blatant lack of self-preservation pissed him off. Why couldn’t you care about yourself the way he cared about you?!

On the outside looking in, the fighting was far too intense for any peer of yours to try and break it up

Yelling, cursing, but neither of you put your hands on each other (Like you usually did when you play fought)

Strangely enough, I think that’s how you could tell the situation was serious

Finally, your emotions had reached their climax. All caution had gone to the wind at that point

You weren’t even thinking when you yelled the next thing in Bakugo’s face

“DO YOU THINK I’D FUCKING YELL AT YOU IF YOU DIDN’T MEAN THE GODDAMN WORLD TO ME?!”

“WELL FUCK YOU IF YOU THINK THAT YOU’RE ANY LESS IMPORTANT TO ME THAN I AM TO YOU.”

At that moment, you both turned away to storm off before abruptly stopping in your tracks

“What?!” You said in unison, registering what you both had heard and said

You sighed, frustrated at your own stupidity, unclenching your fists and begrudgingly explaining your true feelings to the seething object of your affections

As you spoke, you were realizing just how whipped you were for Bakugo. And how you didn’t know it until you were given the opportunity to blurt it out with pure emotion

Your words weren’t very poetic (You actually sounded very constipated), but what you said was what you felt in its rawest form

Bakugo could hardly think of what to do next. His crush was reciprocated and they confessed first??? Wtf???

His silence made you uncomfortable, and you didn’t feel like blowing up again. You huffed, shoved your hands in your pockets, and turned to stalk away, unsure of what to do next

Before you could completely turn on your heel though, you felt yourself being roughly shoved against a nearby wall

You weren’t even given time to react, because as soon as your back made contact with the wall, a warm, caramel-scented sensation met your lips

The kiss you had just registered didn’t even last two seconds, but the lingering feeling stuck with you as your brain effectively shorted out

“Yo, wh-what was that??”

Bakugo was impossibly red, one hand still on your shoulder, keeping you in place. Even though he refused to make eye contact with you, it was clear that what he had just done was completely intentional

He scoffed, voice barely above a grumble, “Damn dumbass...you didn’t even give me a chance to respond...”

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[🌌 There you go bud! That’s one set of headcanons for the road. Hopefully it lasts for a while, but if it doesn’t, feel free to come back! I’d be thrilled to see you again.🌄] —Reagan

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jamesmoore · 4 years

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What is a kink?

We can generally define kink as a “specific taste in sexual behavior.” This could be anything from a foot fetish to full-on whipping and spanking. There is a slight difference between kinks and fetishes- we’re talking about kinks here. A kink is something that arouses us that's not considered sexually vanilla. A fetish is a sexual act or an object that is nearly always necessary for the person to become aroused and enjoy sex.

This list is split into 3 sections:

Vanilla Kinks – “mild” sexual kinks that most partners are happy to try

BDSM Kinks – “moderate” or more extreme sex acts that incorporate aspects of BDSM

Extreme Kinks – “extreme” kinks and risky sexual practices

Here is our list of vanilla kinks which aren’t too extreme:

1. Traditional Roleplay

This refers to roleplay scenarios that are commonly used in the bedroom – the kind of scenarios you get in cliché ‘70s porn films! A plumber comes to “fix the plumbing”, a sexy French Maid seduces a houseguest, etc.

Thought Catalog has a list of 50 roleplaying ideas you could try.

2. Lingerie and Sexy Outfits

Whether it’s lacy panties or a sweaty jockstrap, revealing outfits can help to build sexual arousal and get one’s kinky juices flowing. Men and women are often aroused by outfits related to certain types of professions, such as a sexy nurse or firefighter.

3. Rimming

Rimming, also known as anilingus, is the sexual act of licking a person’s (clean) anus. The butthole has many sensitive nerve endings, so rimming feels really good whether you’re male or female.

4. Fingering

Fingering refers to any sexual act where fingers are inserted into the body – usually into the anus or vagina of yourself or another person. Be sure to go slow and use lots of lubrication – our lube guide can help.

5. Food Play

Incorporating food into the bedroom is incredibly common, whether you’re seductively sucking strawberries or melting chocolate onto your partner’s body. There are also many aphrodisiac foods that can help get you in the mood.

6. Filming Yourself

A more vanilla version of exhibitionism, filming yourself having sex is a very common sexual fetish. Even if you never share the video with anyone else, just knowing that you’re being filmed can be a turn-on.

I feel like a porn star when I film me and my partner having sex. I feel like others are watching and getting off on it. It’s really hot.

7. Striptease

The art of the striptease is nuanced, but sexy stripping is a huge turn-on for plenty of kinky men and women. The anticipation of the reveal coupled with the sexiness of the dancing can really build sexual arousal for both parties.

There are many online tutorials showing how to striptease for women and stripping tips for men.

8. Oral Sex

Blowjobs, pussy licking, 69ing… oral sex is commonly enjoyed by many. Lots of men, for example, enjoy watching a partner perform oral sex on them while making eye contact.

9. Armpit Fetish

Some have a fetish for armpits, meaning that they find armpits inherently sexy. They might like to sniff them, lick them, or just look at them during sex.

Armpit fetishes are one of the many kinks covered in the gay hanky code – the code of colored handkerchiefs used by gay men and kink fans in the 1970s to indicate interest in different sexual acts when cruising.

10. Tickling

Known scientifically as Knismolagnia, tickling your partner (or enjoying being tickled) is a fun and enjoyable kink that is a real turn-on for some.

11. Sex in Different Locations

Get out of the bedroom! Have you tried having sex in the shower? Doing it on the stairs? Getting busy on the washing machine? Take the repetitiveness out of sex by switching up the setting.

12. Edging

“Edging”, also known as orgasm denial, involves bringing your partner to the edge of climax, but stopping before they orgasm. It’s often combined with bondage, but you can do it in a more vanilla way too.

13. Mirror Sex

Have you ever had sex in front of a mirror? It’s fun to watch yourself. It’s a bit like watching porn, but it’s you and your partner in real-time. Some kinksters like to put mirrors on the ceiling above their bed so they can watch while they shag… a bit like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, but with less murder.

14. Erotic Massage

Erotic massage usually involves massaging your partner while naked. Sensual massage oils and lotions add to the mood, with your naughty hands slowly but surely gliding to private areas of the body.

15. Dirty Talk

People love dirty talk – it’s a very common kink. You know what I’m talking about: “Yeah, you like that don’t you” “I’m gonna fuck you so hard” “Yeah I love your dick inside me” You get the picture.

16. Foot Fetish

According to a Men's Health study, 1 in 7 people fantasize about feet in some way. Feet are the most commonly fetishized non-sexual body part, whether you like to sniff them, lick them, suck them, or just look at them.

Film director Quentin Tarantino’s foot fetish is very well known – he often includes lingering shots of women’s feet in his movies. He famously sucked Selma Hayek's toes in From Dusk till Dawn.

17. Watching Porn Together

Watching porn with your partner is pretty kinky, especially if you’re both masturbating or pleasuring each other at the same time.

18. Unusual Sex Positions

Some men and women have kinks for sex positions like the Reverse Cowgirl or the Amazon sex position. Our guide to the best sex pillows should help to make these positions more comfortable.

19. Sex Swing

Sex swings and harnesses are commonly fantasized about. They make sex more comfortable, they give the active partner more power, and they have connotations of submissive/dominant sex.

The Fetish Fantasy 360-Degree Sex Swing is a cheap and versatile sex swing that I’d strongly recommend.

20. Anal Sex

Many have a fetish for anal sex, whether they’re gay, straight, or anything in between. Before attempting anal sex, I’d suggest that you learn how to anal douche and use plenty of longlasting lube.

21. Pegging & Strap-ons

Pegging is a sexual practice where a woman uses a strap-on dildo to anally penetrate her male partner – many see it as a form of gender role reversal. Lesbian women might also enjoy using strap-ons with one another.

22. Sex Toys

Have you tried using sex toys in the bedroom? Many women love using clitoral vibrators like the Lovense Ambi while their partner penetrates them. Bringing sex toys into the bedroom opens up a whole new world of possibilities.

23. Prostate MassageThe prostate is the male G-spot found 2-3 inches inside a man’s rectum. Many men love getting their prostate massaged due to the intense prostate orgasms that can occur. It’s possible for some men to ejaculate hands-free due to prostate stimulation.

You might enjoy our guide to the best prostate massagers.

24. Cum Fetish

Put simply, a cum fetish is a love of cum. You might like ejaculating, covering someone in cum, getting cum on your face, swallowing cum… the list goes on.

25. Crossdressing

Crossdressing (in a sexual context) usually describes a man who derives sexual pleasure from dressing up as a woman. Some also have an attraction towards men (and women) who crossdress.

Here is our list of BDSM kinks which incorporate moderate BDSM:

BDSM, which stands for Bondage, Dominance, Sadism, Masochism. Some also interpret it as standing for Bondage, Discipline, Submission, Masochism. These sex acts usually revolve around the idea of power exchange, where one person (the “top” or “dom”) has dominance over another (the “bottom” or “sub”) in a consensual sexual manner. Acts of BDSM might also involve pain, unusual sensations, and aesthetic turn-ons like leather and latex.

1. Power Exchange

This refers to a dominant-submissive relationship between 2 partners. It might just apply to the bedroom, or it could apply to other areas of your life too. It often includes intensive slave training where the bottom has to obey the top’s commands.

When practicing BDSM, you should always have a “safe word” to indicate that you want to stop. If your mouth is gagged, consider a “safe signal” such as rhythmic grunting or a hand movement.

2. Chastity

Chastity involves locking away a man’s penis or a woman’s vagina with a special chastity device like the Holy Trainer. The chaste person can only orgasm when their master allows them to.

3. Tickle Torture

Combine tickling with bondage and you end up with tickle torture. It’s a fun kinky thing to try as you watch someone laugh and wriggle around helplessly while tied to a bed!

4. Sadomasochism

One of the main tenets of BDSM, sadomasochism refers to enjoying pain being inflicted upon you and/or enjoying pain being inflicted upon others. Pain can be inflicted in many ways, such as pinching, slapping, spanking, whipping, flogging, etc.

The opening scene of Kill Bill famously features a speech about sadism and masochism from the titular character. Obviously, he takes it to the extreme. Don’t go shooting anyone.

5. Latex

Latex fetishists (sometimes called "rubberists") find latex outfits to be sexually arousing, whether they’re wearing latex themselves or observing a partner in latex.

6. Bondage

Whether you’re tied to the bed, put into medieval stocks, or stuck in leather ankle cuffs – restricting someone’s freedom of movement and instilling a sense of helplessness is a very common fetish that many people experiment with.

Bondage experts might want to try the art of Japanese rope bondage. Crystal from Rupaul’s Drag Race UK recently used Japanese rope bondage to create this amazing look.

7. Rough Sex

Slapping, pounding, hair-pulling… rough animalistic sex enhances sexual arousal for lots of people. Just keep it relatively safe!

8. Nipple Clamping

Nipples are powerful erogenous zones for both men and women – nipple clamping is just a more extreme version of nipple stimulation. Nipple suckers are great for amateurs, while Japanese clover clamps are favored by pros.

9. Taboo Roleplay

Are you a POC who enjoys being called racist names in bed? Perhaps you’re a gay man who enjoys being taunted with homophobic slurs? Experimenting with taboos is a fun fetish, just be careful to avoid trauma and triggers.

10. Rape Fantasies

Up to 66% of women have rape fantasies at least occasionally, though fantasies of being raped can be experienced by both men and women. This form of “consensual non-consent” allows you to give permission for a partner to “rape” you at any time under certain conditions, though this kink remains controversial in the fetish community.

11. Sensory Deprivation

Sensory deprivation is all about taking away your senses to heighten sexual arousal – it’s commonly explored with blindfolds and earplugs.

12. Candle Wax Play

Melting hot candle wax onto someone’s body is thrilling, feels interesting, and carries a sense of danger. You’ll often see this in S&M scenes.

I’d recommend a guide on how to do wax play before trying this kink. Not all candles are safe for melting onto the skin!

13. Sensation Play

Sensation play is all about experimenting with different sensations in the bedroom. Common tools for this kink include ice cubes, feather dusters, and claw scratchers.

14. Age Roleplay

Age play is about playing an age different from your own. It’s usually a mixture of older/younger partners.

DDLG (Daddy Dom Little Girl) is a form of age roleplay where women pretend to be submissive little girls and men pretend to be their dominant daddies. The r/ddlg subreddit is great for DDLG fans.

15. Rubber

Rubber fetishists are sexually aroused by wearing/seeing sexy rubber outfits. This often has some crossover with the latex fetish and sometimes the terms are used interchangeably.

16. Impact Play

Impact play is a common kink where one person hits another for pleasure. This could be in the form of spanking, flogging, whipping, caning, etc.

17. Imprisonment

In a sexual kink context, imprisonment is about being locked up in a cage (or locking someone else up) until a top allows you to be released. Some enjoy a sexual thrill from this loss of control and freedom.

It’s a little pricey, but this Jail Cell Cage from The Stockroom is great for imprisonment.

18. Spanking

Spanking is a form of punishment and sadomasochism that is often incorporated into roleplay and dirty talk scenes. OTK Spanking (over-the-knee spanking) is when the spanker puts the spankee over their knee like a naughty child.

19. Whipping

Whipping is a form of impact play – the sexual arousal comes from the pain, fear, and anticipation of the next strike. Whipping can be very dangerous and only certain "safe zones" on your body can be whipped safely without excess pain or damage. This kink is not for amateurs!

20. Ball Gags

Ball gags reduce someone’s ability to speak and breathe normally. They are usually incorporated into power exchange and bondage scenes. Some men and women also have a kink for gagging on penises, fingers, and other body parts.

21. Leather Kink

Lots of kinksters simply get turned on by wearing and seeing leather! In BDSM stores, you’ll often find leather boots, harnesses, hats, dresses, and more.

Rob Halford, the openly gay vocalist of Heavy Metal band Judas Priest, popularized the leather daddy look in the Heavy Metal community before anyone knew he was gay. They literally had a song called Hell Bent for Leather.

22. Queening

Queening, also known as “facesitting”, is a sexual act whereby a woman sits on a partner’s face while they perform oral sex on her. You can even get BDSM queening chairs designed to make this kink more comfortable.

23. Puppy Play

Common in the LGBTQ+ community, puppy play is when a submissive partner dresses in puppy-like fetish gear, yaps like a dog, and crawls around on all fours at the whim of their human “master”. Pups often wear dog tail buttplugs and leather harnesses.

To me, puppy play combines kinky power exchange with the inherent cuteness of puppies.

24. Electrostimulation

As you may have guessed, electrostimulation is an extreme kink where special electrical equipment is used to zap the body for sexual excitement!

25. Piercing

Piercing is a BDSM fetish where kinksters enjoy being pierced with special hypodermic needles. It’s often combined with bondage, and should only be attempted by experts.

Here is our list of extreme kinks that are not to be taken lightly:

Extreme kinks usually involve an element of danger. Most of these sex acts should be carried out by professional fetishists or very experienced kinky people who take all the necessary safety precautions. Many of these could also be classed as extreme BDSM, and some of them may disturb more sensitive readers.

1. Cock and Ball Torture (CBT)

Cock and ball torture is about torturing a man’s penis and testicles for sexual pleasure. This could involve biting, scratching, clothes-pegging, and a variety of special CBT toys like the spiked crusher. CBT is one of the most common fetishes discussed on forums like FetLife.

Fet Life is a fetish-themed social media site where kinksters can talk about their weirdest fetishes without judgment.

2. Medical Play

Regular doctor-patient roleplays are harmless enough, but more extreme medical play can involve specialized equipment like skin staplers and speculums.

3. Cuckolding

Cuckolding is a type of kink where a man enjoys watching his wife have sex with other men. The man is usually present when his wife is fucking the other man – he might masturbate while watching. Cuckholding porn has become very popular in recent years.

4. Pussy Pumping

Pussy pumps are sexual devices used to pump up a woman’s vagina and/or clitoris, giving her vagina a swollen, engorged look, as well as increasing sensitivity. Many women enjoy the feeling of blood rushing to their pussy, while some find the look of an engorged pussy to be sexy.

5. Penis Pumping

Penis pumps like the Bathmate Hydromax 7 are used to increase the size of a man’s penis over time, but they can also temporarily give the penis an engorged look and increased size. Some people have a fetish for a freshly-pumped penis!

6. Golden Showers

Also known as piss play or watersports, “golden showers” are a fairly common kink where people enjoy urinating on other people or being urinated on themselves. Some people might have someone pee in their mouth and then swallow it, which can carry health risks.

Despite what you might have heard, urine isn't actually sterile. Be safe and sensible when playing with piss.

7. Group Sex

Group sex, swinging, and orgies are a common kink for many people, though you should obviously be careful to practice safe sex with strangers. There are tons of great hookup sites to help you find multiple sexual partners and swingers.

8. Scatophilia

Scatophilia is an extreme fetish for human feces. Scat fans may enjoy many sexual activities involving poop, such as tarmacking.

Scat sex should not be confused with scat singing, which is very, very different.

9. Breath Control

A form of extreme power exchange, breath control involves things such as choking and covering the mouth/nose of a submissive partner to control their breath. Obviously, this fetish is extremely dangerous and should only be practiced by experienced professionals.

10. Exhibitionism

Exhibitionism is enjoying people viewing (or potentially viewing) you having sex or masturbating. It could refer to public sex, having sex in the window, or having sex on live webcam for internet viewers. Exhibitionism is inherently risky, but it’s incredibly thrilling for many fetishists!

11. Blood Play

Blood play is an extreme blood fetish where people may drink or “suck” the blood of others for sexual pleasure. It’s often tied in with vampire roleplay and (safe) biting.

12. Fisting

Fisting is a sexual act where a top inserts their fist (and sometimes their wrist or lower arm) into a bottom’s anus or vagina. Fisting is extremely dangerous and requires serious trust between the two partners. Special equipment like long-lasting fisting cream lube and fisting gloves is essential for this kink.

13. Urethral Sounding

Urethral sounding is a very extreme kink that involves putting sterilized sounds (thin metal rods) down the urethra of a man’s penis or woman’s vagina. If the rod goes far enough, it can directly touch a man’s prostate, creating intense sexual pleasure. Obviously, this is extremely dangerous and requires tons of special preparation from an expert.

"Hegar" urethral sounding rods are the standard tools that are often recommended for urethral sounding. Not to be confused with Sammy Hagar of Van Halen fame.

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tartutation · 4 years

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Venus de Milo (TMNT AU Profile)

A/N: English is not my native language. Therefore, any advice on any grammatical errors is very welcome! Thank you and enjoy your reading <3

Warnings: None

The TMNT AU summary: This is an alternate universe of teenage mutant ninja turtles (mostly inspired by the 2003 series and Bayverse movies) that was inspired by the structure of a "coming-of-age" novel. After losing their beloved father and incomparable master and defeating Shreder, the enemy they have been chasing since the age of 15, Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello and Michelangelo must learn to accept the grief and move on with their lives. None of it will be easy, now that the transition from adolescence to adulthood will be strongly impacted by an unexpected reunion with two women from their past and the new friends who have joined them.

Introducing Venus de Milo

You can see Venus aparence HERE

In this universe the boys met Venus because she spent 9 months being trained by Mestre Splinter when they were only 10 years old. It is a consensus among them that they share the same mutation, but all the genetic tests that Donatello made were inconclusive (yes, that does strasses him out).

During this period when Venus spent 9 months in New York studying the old history and secrets of the biggest and most famous ninja clans with Mestre Splinter (Hamato Yoshi's only living heir) her relationship with the turtle brothers was somewhat troubled. At the time, they were all children and the tension of having a girl in the group made it very difficult for them to interact normally. Raphael and Michelangelo used to exclude her from the games and playdates with the excuse that it was "for boys only!" and Leonardo felt very jealous of his master (and father), who seemed to pay special attention to this lost konuichi. Of all of them, however, the one who made the most hell of Venus's life was (who knew!) Donatello. Even with his gentle and pacifist spirit, Donnie did not like this new guest who claimed to be (ABSURD!) high priestest of a lost lineage of magical Konuichi. They were doomed to disagreement: after all, a little prodigy of science and a child with magical powers are two existences that contradict each other. But as soon as she came, Venus left, after finishing her intensive course with "Master Hamato" (which is how she referred to Splinter) she returned to Japan and spent the next 11 years training extensively every day to be able to become the best guardian of the Secret of Kunoichi Magic that had ever existed. Without the distraction of other brothers or any friends close by, Venus became the most dangerous and disciplined warrior who had ever set foot on this Earth.

Now a young woman, Venus reencounters her former hashi colleagues. What does the future await?

Name: Venus de Milo

Age: 21

Species: Mutant Tortoise

Favorite color: Blue

Moral alingment: Lawfull Good

Sign: Libra

Sexual orientation: Demisexual

Characteristics:

Because of her disciplined and restricted upbringing, Venus has a very difficult time socializing with other people (or mutants!) her age. She doesn't know what a "meme" is, how twitter works, what's the fun of a 6-second video with a cat sppining to the sound of "sweet dreams are made of this". Having grown up in a temple and spent her entire life studying, she has a different concept of what "fun" is.

Her favorite hobbies include reading, meditating, studying ancient history documents, doing push-ups, kneading healing herbs, studying new types of incense and their calming propreities, etc ... All things that she also does as part of her daily work as the Keeper of the Kunochi Secret, so... The boundaries between fun and work are very thin.

She is an excellent reader and can read fluently in three languages: English, Japanese and Cantonese. She loves to read, it's her favorite activity, especially out loud, as she considers herself an excellent announcer.

She can defeat any of the Hamato brothers in combat (including Leonardo). Although neither bigger nor stronger, Venus uses the weight of the enemy's and their strength against them. In addition, her physical speed and strategic ability together makes her literally unbeatable.

Despite her advanced combat skills, Venus is extremely shy and anything makes her blush. Especially conversations that involve sexual pleasure and explicit language. Unfortunately for her, Michelangelo will discover this very quickly and will be able to defeat her in a fight whispering "What's up, hot stuff?" during combat. None of the other brothers will understand how he did it and he will never tell.

Despite being aware that her appearance isn't considered neither normal nor attractive to humans, Venus has no problems with self-esteem. She is very proud of her origins and to be the heir to a lineage of magical warriors is enough to make her one of the most beautiful people in the world in her mind.

Despite having a limited social skill, she is a very valuable friend and after she becomes attached to you, she will do everything to guarantee your safety and comfort.

She is very elegant and graceful. She was taught during her upbringing that each movement must be calculated and rehearsed strictly, what makes some of her very commom and daily actions, such as putting on a shoe or pouring tea look like choreography of a soft dance.

Venus believes deeply in soul mates. So she never worried much about learning the art of seduction or how to flirt with other people, since she always knew that one day the right person would cross her path and she wouldn't have to change who she is to win their heart (spoiler: she was right!)

It might not look like it, but she is very easily irritated. The fact is that she can disguise her stress and impatience just as easily. Never loses her temper.

Even with all these characteristics, she is not the leader of the group. This role was given to Mona Lisa (you will be able to read about Mona Lisa from this alternative universe very soon) through an election between the four friends (description of the twins May and June coming soon!). Venus has no grudge against her friend, as she knows that despite her physical abilities, herself lacks the charisma that a leader needs.

She is not very good at comforting others, nor is she a big fan of physical contact.

She was educated to never feel hatred towards anything but despite this she cannot control her contempt for lies. Trust is the most important thing in the world.

Summary of relationship with each of the turtles:

Leonardo: Venus and Leo are kindred spirits. They have, all jokes aside, everything in common. Therefore, when they met each other for the second time, they developed a friendship that made them absolutely inseparable. She likes how he doesn't underestimate her and how he respects her discipline and life doctrine and he likes having a partner to meditate and train. Their union allowed Leonardo to finally have someone with the same dedication (and obsession, honestly) as he, someone with whom he could complain about the neglect of his brothers and someone to train his japanese with, which also guaranteed them a certain privacy and intimacy that Leonardo had not yet experienced with anyone.

Raphael: If asked, Raph will say that he thinks Venus "is ok". Deep down, meeting her for a second time left a bitter taste in his mouth. He is very jealous of his brother and wonders if Venus would not be the true sister that Leo always wanted - besides (of course) the fact that her discipline and posture are literally the combination of all the things he doesn't like in Leonardo multiplied by 10. Despite all this, the thing that he hates the most is her absence of anger: there are few things in the world that Raphael likes more than stressing his perfect big brother and watching him lose his temper, but it seems IMPOSSIBLE to get the same reaction with Venus . No matter how much he teases her, ridicules her or bullies her ... she never breaks! And THAT is unforgivable. (As they will get to know each other better, Raphael will be able to see Venus for what she is: not the incarnation of perfection on Earth, but a very shy young woman with very basics communication skills )

Donatello: Donnie, now a 21-year-old man, is ashamed to face the ghosts of his childhood that Venus brings with her. He remembers very well how he treated her when they were young and is very ashamed of how bad he was to her. Age made him realize that despite not sharing the same beliefs he didn't had the right to mistreat her. Because of this, upon their reunion, Donatello can't even look her in the eye... The situation gets so much worse when he realizes that she is kind, peaceful and strategic and that the obsession and discipline she exercises in her spiritual rituals are equivalent to those himself repets with his inventions, experiments and research. In silence, he starts to admire her more and more, and the more he admires her the more shame he feels for how he treated her. For a long time, he fantasies with the day when he will be forgiven and accepted, who knows, maybe she will admire him in the same way ... Poor Donnie, he doesn't even imagine that Venus does not hold a single drop of resentment and that she ends up interpreting him distancing himself of her as a form of showing contempt. (Agsnt is my fucking life)

Michelangelo: Mikey finds Venus so.fucking.intimidating. He remmembered her as a very small and shy crybaby, but now? Now she is the greatest warrior he have ever seen. If Leonardo tries to be the authority figure and ends up rejected by his younger brother, Venus does not have the same intention, but ends up winning the respect and trust of the youngest of the group. She ends up being the only figure that Michelangelo really respects and obeys blindly after Master Splinter. He adores her just as a troubled student adores the patient and empathetic vice director. Their friendship ends up becoming so sincere and pure that he starts playing video games on mute just to hear the stories she reads aloud.

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Well.. That’s it for Venus BIO! Please tell me what do you think! Every comment and opinion is welcome. My ask box is also open for any questions about this AU! Thank you so much for reading till the end.

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Worse than death

Content warnings: Blood and Injury; Non-Consensual Body Modification; Panic Attacks; Mind Manipulation; Memory Alteration; Alternate Universe - Dystopia; Cyberpunk

On AO3 - prompt Death for Zevraholics Anonymous October Challenge 2019

"You shouldn't do that," Vergil rasps, pushing the blade a millimeter further, watching the black fabric at Zevran's throat work under it, as he tries not to squirm. Golden eyes are alert and sharp, staring straight into Vergil’s. Still, it doesn't stop Zevran from throwing Vergil a cheeky smile.

"Wouldn't be fun otherwise."

Vergil looks at him for a moment longer, amber gaze darkening, and he's stepping away with a huff.

"Your part is done, yes?" Vergil asks curtly, sheathing his blade back at his hip in one smooth move, scanning their surroundings briefly, before he looks back at Zevran. A freelancer, he calls himself, often hired for shady missions like this one. Grey Wardens aren't picky with allies, as long as the money do the talking.

Zevran sighs dramatically with mumbled "work, work, work" as he procures few cores, relatively clean from fluids. Androids don't bleed after all, but the mess around them would beg to differ. Broken parts are scattered across the room, some cut clean by Vergil's blade, some scorched by the blaster he used. He scrunches up his nose at the crunch from under his boot, the smaller pieces of the artificial arm. Damaged synthetic skin smells like the rubber of burnt cables. There are some sparks here and there, lightning up the shadows and reflecting in spilled fluids. There's only one human among the carnage, now lying in unmoving heap among her charges. Vergil was quick with this one, giving her a clean death. He doesn't like pointless violence, going after his targets in orderly fashion. But the droids here didn't make it easy on him, slowing him down when he went after the woman, fighting him as they were protecting her, fighting to harm and stop him.

Abnormal behaviour.

They shouldn't attack him. Shouldn't, if they weren't programmed this way on purpose, so the woman's blame was evident in her creations. Learning AI's are forbidden for a reason.

Nevermind. They were targets and GW wanted them gone along with any data they could obtain.

"The other room?"

"It's clean. Now what about a drink or two?"

Zevran's careful with voicing what he'd like to do with him beside the drinks, as they're on monitored comms, and his words don't sound as suggestive as the impish grin on his full lips.

"Don't push your luck," Vergil drawls, though he lets his eyes to roam Zevran's form in far less innocent way. Zevran's grin widens.

"Oh, but I wouldn't mind a little push from you, Commander," he purrs, preposterously batting his eyelashes and Vergil blinks, fighting a bizzare urge to smile.

And after they wrap the things there, and Vergi's sure to drop the data and brief report, they spend the rest of the night drinking and fucking, like they usually do after a mission together. Using the restless energy in the competition full of mutual pleasure, sharing moments of breathless bliss and leaving temporary marks.

It's a pattern, but it's fleeting and Vergil indulges himself in the now. Immensely and without regret.

/////

Months, and few more shared missions later, they find the time for a meeting without being on a job earlier. Both are out of uniforms, wearing something casual and suitable for the place. Vergil finds himself enjoying the banter over shared meal, unhurried and oddly intimate, like they have all time in the world. He gets to know Zevran from different side and is pleasantly surprised to find that they seem to be compatibile outside their usual settings, joined targets and quick trysts to celebrate the success.

It's dangerous and foolish to seek this out. To chase more of what they have.

But.

Zevran's company helps him unwind a little, and he doesn't mind to let his guard down a bit more. Sharing few drinks, talking about everything, sometimes related to their jobs, but not overly detailed, as it's not so wise to do so in public – it's intriguing. Something in him stirrs, when he looks at clever and warm golden eyes, listening to some high tale full of lies and hidden truths, and picks them apart with well pointed questions, and Vergil sees how amused smirk stretches Zevran's lips and how much he seems to enjoy their little battle of wits. He's content.

And he'd like to do it again.

/////

Blood.

On his hands.

He looks at them, breath short, painful. Choked.

Knees buckle under him, he goes down hard, arms barely protecting the fall.

His chest explodes in agony, his head cracks on the concrete and he sees white and black for a moment and his eyes water, everything blurs when he tries to take a breath, but his own lungs suffocate him, blood filling his thorat in mouthfuls of thick liquid. And he thinks he hears someone shouting and there's flurry of movement, flashes of light and he tries to see, blinking out the fog.

It doesn't stop the pain, he's drowning and can't breathe and wants to bring his hands to his wound to stop it, do something, grasp the life leaking out of the hole in his chest-

But, his hands, he doesn't feel them. He fights for air, struggles for it as panic ultimately overwhelms him and urges him to breathe when he can't and it sends the spikes of heavy, burn-like cramps and more blood, but no air. There is someone talking golden eyes peering into his and an urgent voice and he wants to say something-

help me

But what comes out is a gurgle and another choke, and the black is seeping into his vision. A roar in his head and all he sees is-

Nothing at all.

/////

First time they boot him up, there's a moment of confused recognition, then Vergil proceeds to demolish half of the lab and severly injures two people from the staff. It takes way too long before they are able to shut him down, and it only takes one four-people squad and using the emergency turn off switch. The failure is written off as a "most likely a shock of organic mind adapting to new body parameters."

Second time they are much more careful, as Vergil's cautiously strapped to the lab table and left alone, avidly monitored by cameras and lab staff, standing behind thick, bulletproof windows. But this time, he lies there without life, distant eyes gazing into nothing.

Unmoving and still like a corpse.

And after two days of him not reacting to any stimuli, they decide to cut the power off – they learnt from the first time not to equip the body with independent battery and kept him on external power supply. The summary of the report says "catatonia caused by possible damage to consciousness during data transfer, further work is recommended to solve the process of unlocking awareness successfully."

Third time is similar to the second one, with Vergil being silent and unresponsive, until he starts to wail, the inhuman sound of his cries resonating with such deep grief and so disturbing in it's intensity, that most of the staff is horrified by it. The mumbled, broken words of "I can't feel it" repeated in between the heavy, dry sobs. This, and the failure to communicate were the final arguments to scrap down the experiment and shut it down.

The transfer visibly failed and the subject spiralled into madness. Some thought it a disappointment, some a mercy. After all, they tried to prevent a great mind from vanishing along with it's organic body, and now they had to block it completely.

GW has no use of insane Commander.

But there's always a use for an operational android.

/////

The operation parameters are clear. Find and collect the data about the source of black market's cybernetics parts.

V3R61L is an infiltrator, GW's elite android and the mission goes smoothly until it doesn't.

He pulls out the mission status, storing the obtained information for later, to send it to his handler. He's detected and has to act fast. As he was sent alone, he can only send a part of his mission report. Someone would find the distress signal. He's monitored constantly. GW will send an operative to secure his unit, if he'd have to hide for longer and wouldn't be able to be back on his own.

System malfunctions

Left arm unresponsive

Multiple error messages

V3R61L runs.

Runs away from the warehouse, from the trap he fell into. His parameters urge him to protect the data he collected at all cost. Destroy any, who stands in his way if needed, but keep the data protected. Retreat, if it is the best strategy.

He's heavily damaged and is slowing down, his vision giving him much more information, than unmodded human sight would. His pursuers are mostly organic, human, with few lesser cyber-enchantments. V3R61L plans on using that, but still they could outrun him, as they are better acquaintanced with the terrain. It has V3R61L in deep disatvantage.

The scattered lights from neons on buildings reflect in the rain puddles. Some of the night dwellers are standing near bar entrances, talking loudly, busy in their own affairs, puffing away the smoke along with the clouds of breaths visible in the chill, damp air. V3R61L avoids staying in the light, quickly calculating the best route allowing him to disappear, preferring to use the darkness of dirty alleys. He stumbles when one of the servos in his left knee malfunctions and he loses his balance, crashing into the wall. Still, after he goes down he uses his right arm to push himself up, and when the alarms of errors almost make his system shut down, his vision swimming in pulsing red lines of the code, broken in places-

Abnormal behaviour detected

Immediately contact the nearest GW station

Temporary shut down recommended

V3R61L blinks and closes down some of the overlapping messages, switching into sole mode, testing left leg, as he starts crawling forward through the dirt and puddles. It's too close to people, and to allow himself to be detected if he shuts down is out of the question. He has to hide and wait for the distress signal to reach the headquarters. There's a distant noise in his head, one he can't find the source of and a faint taste of copper in the back of his throat.

And that makes him pause, as he can't exactly feel a taste he is now, as V3R61L's body isn't adjusted to such parameters. V3R61L doesn't need to mimic all human factors to function properly.

The broken line of code appears again. He's disoriented by it and falters mid-crawl, stops moving for a moment. There's a shout near the entrance of the alley and he opens his eyes,

(when did he close them?)

turns on his side to glue himself into the wall beside him, freezes to make himself an insignificant object. One more yell and there are hurried steps, going from the alleymouth and fading into other noises, muffled. V3R61L analyzes the situation and almost resumes the crawling, when the broken line vanishes and appears again, immobilizing him and he opens his mouth with a human like gasp, when the taste of copper intensifies. The system goes erratic and there are some flashes of what he was running from, warehouse full of humans and androids, all of them working together carrying crates from one place to the other, as he was waiting in the shadows, for an opportune moment to strike at the so-called leader, when all went wrong.

How it went so horribly wrong?

Someone, something saw him,

(and they simply shouldn't, his cloaking is the best of the best GW equipped V3R61L with)

he had to move and undetect himself, and there was so much chaos, his cameras probably didn't catch everything, his body caught in fight with both humans and androids, some heavy machines working in warehouse, he slashed and fired and injured some humans,

(not kill, he wasn't ordered to kill)

at some point he was tossed and got his arm crushed by falling crates, then he decided to run with what he had. Only to be stopped by a man with golden hair and golden eyes who freezed when he looked at him with ashen face and faint whisper of "Vergil?" falling from his lips, and something in V3R61L's system went override as the line in his code just broke, the urge to follow "flight" protocols overwhelming any other orders.

It, the broken code made him-

V3R61L's arm falters and he lurches into the puddle, side of his mouth and nose full of dirt water and he has a mouthful of it before the copper taste intensifies, the broken red line imprinting into his artificial retinas and his system finally shuts down.

/////

Green eyes appear in its,

(his)

vision. There's a wrinkle in between blond brows, eyes squinted deep in concentration, strands of fair hair falling into them and the man huffs an irritated breath and they flutter away only to be back stubbornly. The man holds the piece of thin wire, connecting it somewhere lower, where V3R61L can't see without moving his head for a better angle.

He stays quiet, assesing the situation, taking in the surroundings. The place's cluttered with all kind of equipment and parts, lowly lit but with enough workspace. There's a soft curse and a silent shot of burnt circuit and V3R61L's body twitches few times, but not hard enough to topple him forward, because he's propped standing on some kind of custom low workbench. But his eyes flutter to open fully and as soon as the spasms are over there's a hand on V3R61L's chest.

V3R61L can feel the pressure of it, and the warmth of a regular human being, his system seeming to work as it should.

"I'm sorry about this," is whispered with a sigh and the blond head's back in his sight and green eyes widen a bit when they see V3R61L's own eyes staring back.

"Can you hear me?"

He doesn't answer, gaze unwavering and after few moments the hopeful glint in the green eyes starts to dim. "It's okay, I'll fix this." There's a small, sad smile on a face full of freckles, a hint of determination in his soft voice and V3R61L closes his eyes. The lines of code are full of red, but V3R61L's focus stays on the man's work.

V3R61L will let himself be repaired before he acts.

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Cricketer accused of raping sleeping woman claims she instigated sex

Alex Hepburn, 23, pictured, denies raping a woman in his teammate’s room and claims the alleged victim instigated sex with him

A cricketer accused of raping a sleeping woman today claimed his alleged victim came on to him and ‘enjoyed’ sex with him that ‘she instigated’.

Alex Hepburn, 23, is accused of sexually assaulting the woman as she slept in his flatmate Joe Clarke’s room in Worcester in 2017.

The court has today heard ‘arrogant’ Hepburn told ‘a pack of lies’ about what happened on the night he allegedly raped the sleeping student.

Jurors were told there was ‘not a shred of evidence’ the woman, in her 20s, consented to have sex with him.

The woman met Mr Clarke, 22, in a nightclub before going back to his flat in Worcester where she had consensual sex with him. She claims Mr Clarke later passed out and she awoke to find Hepburn raping her.

Australian-born Hepburn, who came to the UK aged 17, denied believing he was ‘God’s gift to women’ and told the court he was ’embarrassed’ by a sexual conquest game he was part of on WhatsApp.

He admitted he had taken part in a similar game a year earlier alongside six other cricketers, during which he had slept with 20 women, while the court heard his nickname was ‘The Battery’ because his ‘performance lasted so long’.

Speaking at Worcester Crown Court today, Hepburn claimed he went into the room after Mr Clarke left and the woman, who cannot be named, began kissing him before they had ‘enjoyable sex’.

The cricketer initially told the jury at his retrial that the woman performed a sex act on him, but later said he had ‘no memory of it’ after the prosecution said he had never mentioned it before.

Hepburn told the court the woman, who cannot be named for legal reasons, had her eyes open and was ‘engaging’ as they had sex on a mattress.

Mr Hepburn, pictured at court with girlfriend Lucy Street, admitted he was ashamed to be part of a ‘WhatsApp sexual conquest game’ with his friends

Discussing the night in question, Hepburn said: ‘When I got back to the flat, Joe was sleeping in the bathroom. He was up against the wall.

‘I got undressed and got into bed and that’s when I realised there was a woman in the bed.

‘She rolled towards me. She made eye contact and she kissed me. I could see that her eyes were open. I recognised her. I had met her before.

‘She instigated the kisses. She kissed me on the lips. This was a normal kiss.’

He told the court the woman then performed a sex act on him for 10 minutes and ‘seemed to be enjoying it’.

Hepburn told the jury they then had full sex before her mood changed suddenly.

He said: ‘At one point she said ‘What are you doing?’. I replied ‘Why, what do you mean?’.

‘I was confused why she had asked that question. She said ‘Where’s Joe? Where’s Joe?’ and pushed me off.

‘I did not understand what was happening at that point. It was no different to a normal sexual encounter.

‘I had not asked her for permission but we started kissing. I did not see the need to because she kissed me. I was trying to continue having sex.

‘When she pushed me away, I stopped. She went into the en-suite. I did not see what she did. I presumed she was on the phone.

‘She stayed in there for a few minutes. She seemed distressed and called me a sick b*****d and said I had raped her.’

He added: ‘My reaction was shock. I had not raped her. She continued to get dressed. She put on her clothes and she left the bedroom.

‘I heard her opening and closing doors in the flat. I went out of the bedroom to see what was going on.

‘She was talking to Joe for a matter of seconds. I went back into the bedroom, sat in bed and tried to comprehend what happened.

‘I did not see her again after that. I saw Joe when he came back into the room.

‘He questioned me and told me what she had said. He asked me ‘Have you raped her?’ and I denied it.

‘The police arrived within minutes of the cricket boys getting back to the flat and I was arrested straight away.’

Hepburn leaving Worcester Crown Court on Monday. He denies two counts of rape

Hepburn later admitted he had no recollection of the woman initiating the oral sex after being pushed by prosecutor Miranda Moore QC.

She said: ‘That’s not what you said in the last trial. Why have you changed your evidence?’

Cricketer ‘nicknamed himself ‘The Battery’ in WhatsApp group’

The court heard Hepburn gave himself the boastful nickname ‘The Battery’ in reference to how long his sexual encounters lasted and joked about his friend raping women, the court heard.

The jury was told the cricketer and his friends posed the messages on WhatsApp as part of a sex competition to see who could sleep with the most women.

On one occasion, Hepburn wrote: ‘What are the rules of a reheat [term for someone they have previously slept with]?

Another friend responded: ‘No reheats.’

Hepburn replied: ‘F*** I’m in trouble.’

Hepburn later told Clarke: ‘It’s always me bringing birds back and you raping them.

‘My nickname is ‘The Battery’ because my s******g just goes on for hours and hours.’

Hepburn today described the messages as ‘disgusting’ and said they didn’t represent who he was as a person.

Hepburn said he had slept with around 20 different women the previous year and the night of the incident was the start of a new campaign between the friends.

Hepburn added: ‘Now I am embarrassed by it. I wasn’t embarrassed at the time because it was a private chat. I thought [the competition] was fun.

‘We did not think we were god’s gift to women. We didn’t really make fun of someone who got with someone who wasn’t considered to be good looking.’

Hepburn replied: ‘I am not sure. I am unsure why I told the jury that. I was about seven out of ten on the drunk scale when I got back to the flat. I was drunk but knew what I was doing.’

The court heard Ex-England Lions stars Hepburn and Mr Clarke were both part of the ‘intense laddish’ group called ‘Stat Chat’ which rated women on their performances in bed.

Participants would receive points for sleeping with a new woman, nicknamed ‘freshies’, and rate women they encountered based on factors like performance in bed and race.

In her closing speech, prosecutor Miranda Moore QC told jurors: ‘Be under no illusion that this is an important case in the lives of both people involved.

‘This has changed both their lives. Both of them have cried, perhaps for different reasons. The victim out of embarrassment of what happened to her.

‘Hepburn, the complete embarrassment of what he was quite happy to write to his mates coming out for all the world to know about. His was out of self-pity.

‘Do you really think that young lady wanted to wait two years and two trials to relive that night, in public?

‘He doesn’t actually have a recollection of her putting her hand on his penis, but that’s what he told you under oath.

‘Why would she think that someone else would come into the bedroom, which was Joe Clarke’s room, and get into bed with her, naked?

‘You might be thinking, how could she not tell the difference? They look reasonably similar. They are of reasonably similar build.’

She also spoke about Clarke and Hepburn’s ‘Stat’ game.

‘Is it a window into the mindset of somewhat arrogant young men and their attitude towards dating young women.

‘This wasn’t the first year. They had already run it for a year. They laughed about it and joked about it and they scored women.

‘It gives an insight into the attitude of the men, particularly Hepburn. Hepburn has told a pack of lies. There is not a shred of evidence she consented to have sex with Hepburn.

‘The WhatsApp messages are dehumanising of the girls they were dealing with.’

But Hepburn’s barrister Michelle Heeley QC, argued the alleged victim was inconsistent in her evidence and her memory had been ‘hazy’ due to drinking alcohol.

She also claimed if the woman was unsure who she was sleeping with, that was not Hepburn’s fault and did make him a rapist.

She added the WhatsApp messages showed ‘outdated, sexist attitudes towards women.’

The court heard Hepburn had consumed around 15 units of alcohol with his friends in nightclubs Sin and Bushwhackers in the city centre on the night of March 31, 2017.

Hepburn, currently unemployed, denies two counts of rape.

The trial continues.

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Wolf Puppies Are Adorable. Then Comes the Call of the Wild.

Video Scientists aren’t entirely sure how wolves evolved into dogs, but new research into the genetic and social behavior of wolf pups may offer some clues.

RENAUD PHILIPPE

OCTOBER 13, 2017

I’m sitting in an outdoor pen with four puppies chewing my fingers, biting my hat and hair, peeing all over me in their excitement.

At eight weeks old, they are two feet from nose to tail and must weigh seven or eight pounds. They growl and snap over possession of a much-chewed piece of deer skin. They lick my face like I’m a long-lost friend, or a newfound toy. They are just like dogs, but not quite. They are wolves.

When they are full-grown at around 100 pounds, their jaws will be strong enough to crack moose bones. But because these wolves have been around humans since they were blind, deaf and unable to stand, they will still allow people to be near them, to do veterinary exams, to scratch them behind the ears — if all goes well.

Yet even the humans who raised them must take precautions. If one of the people who has bottle-fed and mothered the wolves practically since birth is injured or feels sick, she won’t enter their pen to prevent a predatory reaction. No one will run to make one of these wolves chase him for fun. No one will pretend to chase the wolf. Every experienced wolf caretaker will stay alert. Because if there’s one thing all wolf and dog specialists I’ve talked to over the years agree on, it is this: No matter how you raise a wolf, you can’t turn it into a dog.

As close as wolf and dog are — some scientists classify them as the same species — there are differences. Physically, wolves’ jaws are more powerful. They breed only once a year, not twice, as dogs do. And behaviorally, wolf handlers say, their predatory instincts are easily triggered compared to those of dogs. They are more independent and possessive of food or other items. Much research suggests they take more care of their young. And they never get close to that Labrador retriever “I-love-all-humans” level of friendliness. As much as popular dog trainers and pet food makers promote the inner wolf in our dogs, they are not the same.

The scientific consensus is that dogs evolved from some kind of extinct wolf 15,000 or more years ago. Most researchers now think that it wasn’t a case of snatching a pup from a den, but of some wolves spending more time around people to feed on the hunters’ leftovers. Gradually some of these wolves became less afraid of people, and they could get closer and eat more and have more puppies, which carried whatever DNA made the wolves less fearful. That repeated itself generation after generation until the wolves evolved to be, in nonscientific terms, friendly. Those were the first dogs.

People must spend 24 hours a day, seven days a week, for weeks on end with wolf puppies just to assure them that humans are tolerable. Dog puppies will quickly attach to any human within reach. Even street dogs that have had some contact with people at the right time may still be friendly.

Despite all the similarities, something is deeply different in dog genes, or in how and when those genes become active, and scientists are trying to determine exactly what it is.

Wolf pups at Wolf Park, a 65-acre zoo and research facility in Battle Ground, Ind., in July. Though wolves and dogs are extremely similar genetically, their behaviors are very different — and scientists seek to find out why.

There are clues.

Some recent research has suggested that dog friendliness may be the result of something similar to Williams syndrome, a genetic disorder in humans that causes hyper-sociability, among other symptoms. People with the syndrome seem friendly to everyone, without the usual limits.

Another idea being studied is whether a delay in development during a critical socializing period in a dog’s early life could make the difference. That delay might be discovered in the DNA, more likely in the sections that control when and how strongly genes become active, rather than in the genes themselves.

This is research at its very beginning, a long shot in some ways. But this past spring and summer, two scientists traveled to Quebec to monitor the development of six wolf pups, do behavior tests and take genetic samples. I followed them.

I visited other captive wolves as well, young and adult, to get a glimpse of how a research project begins — and, I confess, to get a chance to play with wolf puppies.

I wanted to have some firsthand experience of the animals I write about, to look wolves in the eye, so to speak. But only metaphorically. As I was emphatically told in a training session before going into an enclosure with adult wolves, the one thing you definitely do not do is look them in the eye.

From left, Kathryn Lord, Michele Koltookian and Diane Genereux, of the University of Massachusetts Medical School in Worcester and the Broad Institute in Cambridge, at the Zoo Académie, a combination zoo and training facility in Nicolet, Quebec.

Wolf pups at play at Zoo Académie. Researchers wonder whether a delay in social development in a dog’s early life could explain the difference between wolves and dogs, and they’re looking to DNA for the answer.

Sleeping With Wolves

Zoo Académie is a combination zoo and training facility here on the southern bank of the St. Lawrence River, about two hours from Montreal. Jacinthe Bouchard, the owner, has trained domestic and wild animals, including wolves, all over the world.

This past spring she bred two litters of wolf pups from two female wolves and one male she had already at the zoo. Both mothers gave birth in the same den around the same time at the beginning of June. Then unusually bad flooding of the St. Lawrence threatened the den, so Ms. Bouchard had to remove them at about seven days old instead of the usual two weeks.

Then began the arduous process of socializing the pups. Ms. Bouchard and her assistant stayed day and night with the animals for the first few weeks, gradually decreasing the time spent with them after that.

On June 30, Kathryn Lord and Elinor Karlsson showed up with several colleagues, including Diane Genereux, a research scientist in Dr. Karlsson’s lab who would do most of the hands-on genetics work.

Dr. Lord is part of Dr. Karlsson’s team, which splits time between the University of Massachusetts Medical School in Worcester and the Broad Institute in Cambridge. Their work combines behavior and genetic studies of wolf and dog pups.

An evolutionary biologist, Dr. Lord is an old hand at wolf mothering. She has hand-raised five litters.

“You have to be with them 24/7. That means sleeping with them, feeding them every four hours on the bottle, ” Dr. Lord said.

Also, as Ms. Bouchard noted, “we don’t shower” in the early days, to let the pups get a clear sense of who they are smelling.

Dr. Genereux, right, and Ms. Koltookian at the Zoo Académie.

Dr. Genereux, right, and Ms. Koltookian with the wolf pups. The researchers say the odds of being able to pin down genetically the critical shift from helplessness in infancy to being able to explore the world around them are long, but still worth pursuing.

That’s very important, because both wolves and dogs go through a critical period as puppies when they explore the world and learn who their friends and family are.

With wolves, that time is thought to start at about two weeks, when the wolves are deaf and blind. Scent is everything.

In dogs, it starts at about four weeks, when they can see, smell and hear. Dr. Lord thinks this shift in development, allowing dogs to use all their senses, might be key to their greater ability to connect with human beings.

Perhaps with more senses in action, they are more able to generalize from tolerating individual humans with a specific scent to tolerating humans in general with a scent, sight and sound profile.

When the critical period ends, wolves, and to a lesser extent dogs, experience something like the onset of stranger anxiety in human babies, when people outside of the family suddenly become scary.

The odds of being able to pin down genetically the shift in this crucial stage are still long, but both Dr. Lord and Dr. Karlsson think the idea is worth pursuing, as did the Broad Institute. It provided a small grant from a program designed to support scientists who take leaps into the unknown — what you might call what-if research.

There are two questions the scientists want to explore. One, said Dr. Karlsson: ”How did a wolf that was living in the forest become a dog that was living in our homes?”

The other is whether fear and sociability in dogs are related to the same emotions and behaviors in humans. If so, learning about dogs could provide insights to some human conditions in which social interaction is affected, like autism, or Williams syndrome, or schizophrenia.

The pups at Zoo Académie were only three weeks old when the group of researchers arrived. I showed up the next morning and walked into a room strewn with mattresses, researchers and puppies.

The humans were still groggy from a night with little sleep. Pups at that age wake up every few hours to whine and paw any warm body within reach.

Wolf mothers prompt their pups to urinate and defecate by licking their abdomens. The human handlers massaged the pups for the same reason, but often the urination was unpredictable, so the main subject of conversation when I arrived was wolf pup pee. How much, on whom, from which puppy.

As soon as I walked in, I was handed a puppy to cradle and bottle-feed. The puppy was like a furry larva, persistent, single-minded, with an absolute intensity of purpose.

Even with fur, teeth and claws, the pups were still hungry and helpless, and I couldn’t help but remember holding my own children when they took a bottle. I suspect that tiger kittens and the young of wolverines are equally irresistible. It’s a mammal thing.

A wolf pup, inside a pen, observing a borzoi outside at the Zoo Académie. The critical exploratory phase for wolves is thought to start at about two weeks, when wolf pups are still deaf and blind — scent is their primary sense. With dogs, that period begins at about four weeks, when they can see, smell and hear.

The first part of Dr. Lord’s testing was to confirm her observations that the critical period for wolves starts and ends earlier than that for dogs.

She set up a procedure for testing the pups by exposing them to something they could not possibly have encountered before — a jiggly buzzing contraption of bird-scare rods, a tripod and a baby’s mobile.

Each week she tested one pup, so that no pup got used to it. She would put the puppy in a small arena, with low barriers for walls and with the mobile turned on. She would hide, to avoid distracting the puppy. Video cameras recorded the action, showing how the pups stumbled and later walked around the strange object, or shied away from it, or went right up to sniff it.

At three weeks, the pups had been barely able to get around and were still sleeping almost every minute they weren’t nursing. By eight weeks, when I returned to have them gambol all over me, they were rambunctious and fully capable of exploration.

The researchers won’t publicize the results until observers who never saw the puppies view and analyze the videos. But Dr. Lord said that wolf experts considered eight-week-old wolf puppies past the critical period. They were so friendly to me and others because they had been successfully socialized already.

Before and after the test, she collected urine, to measure levels of a hormone called cortisol, which rises during times of stress. If the pup in the video would not approach the jiggly monster and cortisol levels were high, that would indicate that the pup had begun to experience a level of fear of new things that could stop exploration. That would confirm the timing of the critical period.

Dr. Lord letting an eight-week-old wolf pup investigate the jiggly monster testing contraption she devised.

She and Dr. Karlsson and others from the lab also collected saliva for DNA testing. They planned to use a new technique called ATAC-seq that uses an enzyme to mark active genes. Then when the wolf DNA is fed into one of the advanced machines that map genomes, only the active genes would be on the map.

Dr. Genereux, who was isolating and then reading DNA, said she thought it was “a long shot” that they would find what they wanted. She and the other researchers plan to refine their techniques to ask the questions successfully.

When They Grow Up

And what are socialized wolves like when they grow up, once the mysterious genetic machinery of the dog and wolf direct them on their separate ways?

I also visited Wolf Park, in Battle Ground, Ind., a 65-acre zoo and research facility where Dana Drenzek, the manager, and Pat Goodmann, the senior animal curator, took me around and introduced me not only to puppies they were socializing, but to some adult wolves.

Timber, a mother of some of the pups at Wolf Park in Indiana.

In the 1970s, Ms. Goodmann worked with Erich Klinghammer, the founder of Wolf Park, to develop the 24/7 model for socializing wolf puppies, exposing them to humans and then also to other wolves, so they could relate to their own kind but accept the presence and attentions of humans, even intrusive ones like veterinarians.

The sprawling outdoor baby pen was filled with cots and hammocks for the volunteers, since the wolves were now nine and 11 weeks old and living outdoors all the time. There were plastic and plywood hiding places for the wolves and plenty of toys. It looked like a toddlers’ playground, except for the remnants of their meals — the odd deer clavicle or shin bone, and other assorted ribs, legs and shoulder bones, sometimes with skin and meat still attached.

The puppies were extremely friendly with the volunteers they knew, and mildly friendly with me. The adult wolves I met were also courteous, but remote. Two older males, Wotan and Wolfgang, each licked me once and walked away. Timber, the mother of some of the pups, and tiny at 50 pounds, also investigated me and then retired to a platform nearby.

Only Renki, an older wolf who had suffered from bone cancer and now got around on three legs, let me scratch his head for a while. None was bothered by my presence. None was more than mildly interested. None seemed to realize or care about my own intense desire to see the wolves, be near them, learn about them, touch them.

Pat Goodmann, the senior animal curator at Wolf Park.

A mobile of animal bones hangs over the nursery where pups at Wolf Park live until aged 5-6 weeks.

I saw how powerfully a visit with wolves could affect how you feel about the animals. I wanted to come back and help raise pups, and keep visiting so that I could say an adult wolf knew me in some way.

But I also wondered whether it was right to keep wolves in this setting. In the wild, they travel large distances and kill their food. These wolves were all bred in captivity and that was never a possibility for them.

But was I simply indulging a fantasy of getting close to nature? Was this in the same category as wanting a selfie with a captive tiger? What was best for the wolves themselves?

I asked Ms. Goodmann about it. She said that park operated on the idea that getting to know the park’s wolves, which had never been deprived of an earlier life in the wild, would make visitors care more for wild wolves, for conservation, for preserving a life for wild carnivores that they could never be part of.

And she noted that Wolf Park operates as a combination zoo and research station. Students and others from around the world compete to work as interns, helping with everything from raising puppies to emptying the fly traps.

This is the rationale for all zoos, and it was a strong argument. Then she made it stronger. She pointed out that one of the interns, Doug Smith, worked on the reintroduction of wild wolves to Yellowstone National Park.

Dana Drenzek, manager of Wolf Park, with a pup.ANDREW SPEAR FOR THE NEW YORK TIMES

Haley Gorenflo, a volunteer at Wolf Park, howling with adolescent wolves.

Dr. Smith has had a major role in the Wolf Restoration Project from the very beginning in 1995 and has been project leader since 1997. I reached him one morning at his office at park headquarters and asked him about his time as an intern at Wolf Park.

“I hand-reared four wolf pups, sleeping with them on a mattress for six weeks,” he said. “It had a profound effect. It was the first wolf job I ever got in my life. It turned into my career.”

From there he went on to study wild wolves on Isle Royale in Michigan, and then to work with L. David Mech, a pioneering wolf biologist who is senior scientist with the U.S. Geological Survey and an adjunct professor at the University of Minnesota. Eventually, he went to Yellowstone to work on restoring wolves to the park.

He said ethical questions about keeping wild animals in captivity are difficult, even when every effort is made to enrich their lives. But places like Wolf Park provide great value, he said, if they can get people “to think about the plight of wolves across the world, and do something about it.”

In today’s environment, “with conservation on the run, nature on the run, you need them,” he added.

Then he said what all wolf specialists say: That even though wolf pups look like dogs, they are not, that keeping a wolf or a wolf-dog hybrid as a pet is a terrible idea.

“If you want a wolf,” he said, “get a dog.”

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