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Unexpectedly || Aaron Hotchner

Request: The reader is a member of BAU, but nobody knows her dark past. She's running from her abusive ex. Once he hurt her so bad (fractured skull, several severe injuries) he left her to die in their apartment. Nowadays she keeps that past hidden, as good as she can... See rest here

A/N: This was SO much fun to write. Took me a little bit to get used to the writing style but once I did it flowed so well. There is A LOT going on in this one (make sure to read the full request!). Timeline is a little wonky – Season 3ish but we’re pretending George Foyet already happened, and Haley has already passed. I also just made reader 28 years old – you can pick whatever age you want!

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Y/N

Word Count: 10.1k + (Probably should've made this 2 parts)

TW: Abuse. Both physical and mental. General Criminal Minds TW – talk of blood/gore/death/stabbing etc. AGE GAP between reader and Hotchner, reader is implied to be younger 25-35.

Life was good, great even. For the first time in a long time, you felt free, like yourself again. You weren’t sure how, but you managed to convince the BAU that you’d be a good communications liaison while JJ was out on maternity leave. Speaking in front of people never bothered you, it came naturally to you. So, when your manager mentioned an opening in the BAU for your exact job all the way across the country it piqued your curiosity. It piqued your curiosity so much that you ended up applying, interviewing, and accepting the job within a few days. On Monday you were an FBI agent stationed in Los Angeles and by Friday you were meeting your new team.

Hoping to make a good impression on your first day you brought in bagels and coffee just praying they would like you. You met your ridiculously good-looking boss that Thursday night after his team got back from a difficult case, his words not yours, and he showed you around the office. He had given the team the weekend off to relax. Something that wasn’t terribly common around there you had picked up.

Laying out the bagels on conference room table you were so in your own head you hadn’t heard the door open and close

“Well, what do we have here?” A smooth male voice came from behind you breaking you right out of your thoughts.

Spinning around on your heel you took the man in. Tall, handsome and had a devilishly cute grin across his face. Was everyone that worked here hot as hell? If that were the case you might be in trouble, “Oh hi! I’m Y/N. Agent Y/L/N. I’m covering for JJ while she’s out.” You flashed him a nervous smile hoping he wouldn’t be able to read you as easily as you thought it was. See, you never worked with profilers before this. Sure, you’ve worked at the FBI for years, but profilers made you nervous. Profilers seemed to know more about you than even you knew about yourself. And profilers at the BAU? This team was the best of the best. Better than any team you’ve worked on, that’s for sure.

He shot you a ]smile that would’ve taken you out in a previous life, “SSA Derek Morgan. Are these for the team?”

You nodded feeling his eyes surveying you, profiling you, “They are, if you want them.”

Nodding his head slowly he took a step forward to grab one, “Are you trying to butter us up?”

Giving him a small laugh, you continued, “Depends, is it working?”

His smirk grew into a full-on smile now, “Yeah, you’ll fit right in newbie.” He pulled out a chair for you to pop a squat next to him, “They’ll be in soon. Just slow on Friday mornings.” He commented after seeing you look out for anybody behind him.

Sitting down next to him you were sure you looked like a nervous mess. You were confident in your role. You knew you were damn good at your job too. But who wouldn’t be nervous walking into a room of profilers for the first time? Especially ones that could read you like an open book so quickly, “Thanks,” You gave him a quick nod, “You must be good at your job.”

Derek set his coffee mug on the table turning towards you, “We are. But that’s beside the point. You’ll learn quickly.”

Before Derek could continue the door opened again revealing your stern looking boss who gave the two of you a nod before taking a seat at the table.

“Bagel?” You offered.

With a quick look up and a quick head shake he continued scanning whatever he was looking at. Looking over at Derek curiously he just gave you a tight-lipped smile shaking his head. Deciding to just drop it you waited patiently for whatever the hell was about to happen. Hotchner briefly went over your responsibilities when he walked you through the BAU, so you were flying blind.

Slowly the team started trickling in making sure to give quick intros and thank you’s for the bagels. You sat back and observed what was going on. A quick conversation around the weekend turned to a squeal as on overly pink dressed woman came bounding into the room with a very big smile.

“You must be Y/N! It’s so nice to meet you.” She clapped her hands grabbing a bagel for herself, “Don’t worry honey I only read your file. I didn’t go digging. I’m Penelope but this fine human specimen calls me Penny.” She gave Derek’s arm a squeeze.

“Or baby girl.” Derek through her a wink. A few others walked in quickly introducing themselves to you. Each team member more kind than the next welcoming you with open arms.

At Penny’s comment you felt you blood run cold. Of course, the bureau would have somebody like her on the team. It was stupid to think that this team wouldn’t have one. They needed her. Sitting in a room full of profilers who were watching the exchange was a bit unnerving too. Every expression on your face being hyper analyzed to profile you.

Raising your eyebrows in curiosity you could only ask, “Digging? What for?”

She giggled taking a seat next to Derek on his other side, “Anything dear. I can find any secret if it’s been on the internet. Maybe some that haven’t been.” She laughed.

Your heart started racing knowing she could figure you out completely. It was easy enough to get your file cleared of your past life once you changed your last name, but this? This was a problem. You couldn’t bury police and court records. Those would live for forever.

Smiling and trying to play it off as cool as possible you nodded your head along, “Noted. That’s a nifty little skill you have their Penny.” Her face lit up as she agreed with you. It wasn’t often she got complimented for her skills, so she took it when it was given.

Cool. You had to play this cool. You couldn’t let your emotions expose you now. This scenario ran through your head a hundred times before you came. You knew they were going to ask about your past. It’s not like anything was in your file other than you being from the middle of nowhere Colorado. You made sure to have it scrubbed before you came.

Hotchner cleared his throat letting the team know he was ready to go, and that work was what was important, not you at the moment. Silently thanking the man, you turned your full attention to him.

“Now that you’ve met Penny and the team has met Y/N, let’s get started.” The man was all business as he nodded to Penny. She passed out the case file to each team member, including you. Visibly fighting back your reaction to the pictures in the file it dawned on you how fucked this job was going to be. Shit, what in the hell have you gotten your sorry self into?

“Dayton, Ohio” She spoke after taking a seat again, “Four young women have gone missing and found dead near Eastwood Lake just north of the city. A fifth just went missing last night.”

“They went missing from local bars?” Spencer asked as he set the file down.

Penny nodded, “Each one from a different spot but all within a 5-mile radius downtown.”

“Ligature marks around the arms indicate being chained up or bound for some extended period of time.” Spencer rattled off studying the pictures. Taking a shallow breath, you looked back at the pictures of the young women. You’ve seen some fucked up things working with the FBI, but this was next level. These women were clearly tortured before whoever finally decided to kill them. The bruises, cuts, blood, and broken bones were not a sight many people could handle. A sight that reminded you of your past.

Acutely aware you were around profilers you lifted your head up to listen to the conversation that was unfolding around the table. You watched how they bounced ideas off of each other so effortlessly. How each idea was taken into consideration. They worked so flawlessly as a team. It was something you had yet to come across in your time with the Bureau.

“Lacerations to the left cheek on all of them.” You vaguely heard from Rossi as they all continued to converse. You watched in awe as the team did their thing. No wonder they were so well regarded. This felt like magic. They knew each other so well.

“No racial preference either. Seems to be targeting age. 25- to 35-year-old women in the Dayton and Beavercreek area.” Spenser’s voice chimed in again.

“Cause of death, asphyxiation to all the women. Possibly getting off to the torture?” Emily spoke up.

“What time did they go missing?” You asked skimming the file unaware that they all stopped their chatter keying in on you, “What? Did I do something wrong?” You asked noticing the silence.

Derek shook his head with a little smirk, “Hardly.”

You looked back down not enjoying the attention, “Okay.” You were sure your face was beet red.

“Okay.” Hotchner brought his team back on track, “Jet’s leaving in 20. Y/L/N stay back for a moment.”

“Sure.” You nodded waiting for the team to disperse. Swiveling your chair back and forth you felt overly nervous to talk to the man. You’d heard the rumors about him before you got the BAU, and they seemed scarily accurate for the man. A hard ass that expected a lot from his team but would have your back in an instant, no questions asked. But what everyone failed to tell you was just how handsome the damn man was on top of it all. He was striking to you, exactly your type with his chocolate eyes and dark hair. It made talking to him a very nerve-wracking experience.

Just don’t think about how attractive you find him, and you’d be just fine. Easy, right?

When Penny walked out you turned to him, “What was that about?” You asked your boss as he took a seat next to you.

He gave you a look you couldn’t figure out before continuing the conversation, “It’s not often that somebody comes in and contributes right away. Much less a communications liaison.” You knew he wasn’t criticizing you for not being a profiler as everybody had their roles, but it felt like you’d overstepped.

“Oh, I’m sorry…”

He shook his head interrupting you, “No, we need every idea out there. That’s the difference between brining somebody home to their family or not.”

You scanned his face quickly, hoping you weren’t caught studying him. But he was the infamous Aaron Hotchner of course he would notice. You needed to get your stupid brain in check, but damn did he have a nice jawline. A nice everything really.

Giving him a small smile, you nodded, “Gotcha.” You wanted to call him Hotch, but it felt too soon, like you were trying to be a part of a team that you weren’t apart of just yet.

He gave you a curt nod before standing, “Grab your go bag and follow me.”

Following him out to the jet you couldn’t take your eyes off him. His suit tailored to his body in all the right places was sending you into overdrive. You should not be having these unsavory thoughts of your fucking boss that you’ve known for less than an hour of your life. But you had to give credit where credit was due. He was fine. Far too fine to be your boss. You were just thankful that he didn’t have eyes on the back of his head.

You quietly followed him onto the plane spotting Derek and Emily sitting on the couch. You opted to sit across from them running fast from your boss. He was fine as hell but boy was he intimidating.

“Y/N.” Emily nodded, “Welcome to the team glad to have you. Even if you’re like… twelve years old.” She sat back smirking, proud of herself for that one. You weren’t giving much up and this was her solution to that. Get under your skin. She knew nobody could resist.

Derek snorted quickly placing a hand over his mouth, “Hey! I’m 28.” You shot a glare at Derek already feeling far too comfortable around the man. But that was just Derek, open and welcoming. An easy-going great man.

“I told you she was over 25!” Emily pointed at Derek.

He shrugged, “I was off a little.”

You stared at them with a wide-open mouth, “I’m sitting right here.”

Derek turned towards you, flashing you that brilliant smile, “That’s a good thing Y/N. Younger than you look.” He threw you a wink.

“Shut up pig.” You crossed your arms over your chest blankly staring at him.

Emily laughed happily at that. She loved when women shot Derek down. So often they were throwing themselves at him that it just caught her so off guard.

“I’m going to close my eyes over there.” You nodded to the back of the plane where the curtains were drawn. Making it a bit darker than the rest of the plane.

Derek looked at you with a slight glare, not a fan that you were bowing out so quick. He wanted to get to know the new girl, “You good?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a headache.” You gave him a small smile, “Happens sometimes.” You tried to give him as little information as possible. As soon as you opened the can of worms you knew you were toast. You were walking a literal tightrope right now. One little slip up and the entire thing would come crashing down on you.

“Alright, new girl. Go rest up. We aren’t done talking about you though.” He raised a brow as if to challenge you. Emily nodded glancing up from the magazine she decided to pull out a few moments prior.

Nervously laughing you stood, thankful that these guys didn’t really know you just yet or they’d see right on through you like the profilers they were, “I’m not that interesting Derek.”

“Au contraire.” Rossi spoke up setting his book down. Spinning in the seat from not that far away. This caught Hotch’s attention. He looked up from the files he was studying to see what the commotion was about. Damn, they really were always listening, weren’t they? “The less you say the more we want to know.” Rossi finished spinning back towards Hotch. You watched as they seemed to have a silent conversation with their eyes.

You felt your heart rate pick up speed, why didn’t you think of a better cover? “I promise you both, I’m kind of boring.” Was all you could think to say. Just digging yourself into a deeper hole.

“So, you think.” He picked his book back up not sparing a glance back in your direction.

You found a seat that butted up against the airplane wall that let you close your eyes in peace. It felt like a jackhammer was pounding into your head. The stress of the situation raised your blood pressure which meant your head was more susceptible to the piercing migraines that were new to your life. What you didn’t see was your boss watching your every move in quick glances, not going unnoticed by his confidant Rossi.

Ever since the attack you got headaches and migraines all the time. When you were stressed, or your blood pressure started to increase the migraines hit almost instantly. The doctors told you it was due to the increased blood flow to that area of the brain that will likely never heal completely. This was something you just had to live with.

The migraines you could deal with. What really sucked was the bouts of dizziness and nausea that often followed a severe migraine. It got so bad on a case once you ended up fainting from the dizziness that clouded your eyesight. You just had to keep your stress under control. That’d be easy to do at the BAU right? Sure.

You opened your eyes when the plane started to descend into Dayton. A bit shocked you actually fell asleep. Often you struggled falling asleep on a plane or in a car. Instead of joining in on the conversation between teammates you opted to listen in, instead of contributing. The migraine was faint but still there. Maybe this wasn’t the best switch for you. Maybe coming to the BAU was a mistake.

The team exited the plane quickly getting into the escort vehicles taking them to the police station. Enamored with the entire process you zoned out as the team did their normal routine. This was all so novel to you. The jet, the escort, the prestige of it all. You came from a low budget office in the high budget city of LA. This was nothing short of fascinating.

The day you had to ran started just like any other one. Your boyfriend of a few years was off to work early in the morning. He was a detective at the same police department you worked at working as the communications lead for the precinct. You went to work, did your thing before coming back to the shared house. When you walked through the front door it was eerily quiet. Seeing your boyfriend’s truck in the driveway you knew he was home though.

“Honey?” You called out while setting your bag down careful not to make too much noise as you knew he didn’t like it.

“Kitchen.” Your heart dropped out of your chest hearing the tone of voice that came out of his mouth. It was his ‘you fucked up you’re going to pay voice’. Looking down at your hands you noticed that the trembling had already started.

You felt so weak. You couldn’t stand up for yourself, defend yourself. You tried to get away, but he found you. You tried to get the people you worked with to understand what you were going through but they didn’t see it, they didn’t get it. They didn’t want to see it. They wanted to protect him. Your very own coworkers, literal police officers, wouldn’t even help you. You were stuck with him. You knew you had to get out you just couldn’t figure it out. He was going to kill you if you didn’t.

Walking slowly, you peeked your head through the entryway spotting your boyfriend sitting down at the table. You knew you were in trouble for something you just hadn’t a clue what set him off this time, “How was work?” You spoke up knowing this was happening one way or another.

He stood walking over to the sink, staring right at you, “It was great until I got home and found a fucking dish in the sink.” He nearly growled, irritation coursing through his veins.

Fuck, did you really forget to put your glass away? What a dumbass mistake, “I’m sorry I…”

“What did I fucking tell you about the dishes Y/N? Or are you just too fucking stupid to understand what I’m saying?” Raising his voice he took a step towards you, toying with you. Your whole body was trembling now. He was so terribly scary when he wanted to be and right now, he wanted to scare the living daylights out of you.

“No. I’m sorry I just forgot.” You looked down knowing it wasn’t a good excuse. Nothing was a good excuse when he wanted to hurt you. You knew he loved it. The sick bastard that he was.

“You forgot?” He laughed. A deep belly laugh that sent a shiver rippling through your entity. Feeling your hair getting pulled from above you let out a small yelp as he forced you to look at him, “Like the dumb bitch you are.” You felt the pain before it registered in your head what had happened. He threw a punch to the side of your face dropping you to the ground almost instantly. Feeling blood trickle down your face you couldn’t bear looking up at him. That’d leave a nasty bruise.

He placed his boot on your abdomen pressing down a little too hard. “Pathetic. Can’t even stay standing? Hmm?” His boot connected with your rib cage. A nasty crack and the immediate searing pain started radiating immediately. A small whine emanated from your mouth as you tried to take a breath, but the pain almost felt too unbearable. He definitely cracked a few of your ribs.

“Going to remember to put your fucking dishes in the dishwasher next time?” He let out a low chuckle. You were in trouble. This was different. He normally stopped before it had gotten this bad. He knew he couldn’t hurt you to the point you couldn’t work so that usually meant your face, arms and legs were off limits. Yet, he went for it this time. He never dared to used such force that bones actually broke.

“Yeah.” You mumbled out finding it hard to even breathe at the moment. Not that he would take that as an excuse.

“What was that?” He grabbed you by the hair again pulling you to your feet. You were sure he took a chunk of hair out as he did so.

“Ow, fuck!” You cried feeling your vision start to blur from the force of the pull. The cuss word just slipped out, but you knew better than to use that ‘language’ in front of him as it wasn’t ‘lady-like’ at all.

A look crossed his face that you were sure you’d never seen before. One that looked like he wanted to kill you right then. To get rid of you, “That’s it. I’ve tried with you. You’re hopeless.”

He grabbed you by your shoulders grasping down hard making sure it would leave marks, “You are nothing Y/N. Absolutely nothing.”

“Then why won’t you leave me?” That might have been you’re biggest mistake to date with him. A slight twitch of his nostril made you realize just how fucked you were.

“Don’t you ever talk back to me.” Another punch but right to the nose sent you backwards into the wall. Black dots started dancing in your vision as you tried to stay upright. Blood started flowing down your face coating your shirt in the bright crimson.

“Then leave me.” You tasted the metallic blood that was pouring down your face. You were begging him now. It was now or never for you. He was either going to kill you or leave you. You couldn’t keep doing this.

Forcing you up against the wall with his hand around your neck he leaned in hard, making it hard to breath, whispering into your ear, “I’m never leaving you Y/N.” If you had any energy left tears might have rolled down your face but there was nothing left. You could hardly breathe from the kick to the ribs. He was restricting your airflow and you were starting to get faint, “You’re mine for forever, my dear.” He let his hand go from around your neck holding you up by the chest now. You sucked in a big breath only to be met with the excruciating pain radiating from your ribcage.

“Please.” You managed to look at him. Hoping to see any form of humanity behind his eyes. A small sob erupted when you realized how dark he had become.

Shaking his head he grabbed your upper arm, “No.” He squeezed forcing another short whine to escape your mouth, “Now, Y/N. You need to learn to not talk back to me. Do you understand me?”

You nodded your head trying to reserve talking for only when it was needed as it hurt, “I asked you a fucking question!” He yelled in your face continuing to clamp down on your arm. Your hand began to tingle from the lack of blood flow.

“Ye.. yes.” You mumbled out feeling yourself about to slip into unconsciousness.

“Good girl. Now, time for your punishment.”

Eyes widening a bit you couldn’t comprehend it. Wasn’t this the punishment? Before you could speak up you felt him pull you away from the wall. Completely at his mercy you didn’t even have the strength to stand anymore let alone try to argue with him. He was literally the only thing keeping you standing as you moved away from the wall.

He didn’t think it all the way through this time though. When he threw his last punch to your abdomen, he didn’t account for you not having any strength to stop yourself. So, when he punched you, you went flying backwards right into the corner of the kitchen island countertop. The back of your head connected with the stone instantly knocking you unconscious instantly.

Waking up in a puddle of your own drying blood was something you wouldn’t have wished on your worst enemy. The metallic stench of the drying liquid sent chills down your spine as you took in your surroundings. Blinking rapidly a few times you realized it was eerily quiet again as you regained consciousness. The house was dark. Too dark to see anything.

A shallow breath in brought in pain which caused you to wince opening up the raw head wound that had sealed itself shut. Rolling onto your stomach and holding yourself up with your palms you saw how bad it really was. Blood spattered the white cabinets while there was a literal pool of blood that came from your head. It was a miracle you were even alive.

It felt like every nerve ending in your body was on fire as you attempted to stand only to be met with jelly legs. A quite cry broke from your chest realizing just how bad this really was. He just left you for dead. He didn’t even call an ambulance. He was just gone.

He never took it that far in the past. He had an appearance to uphold at the police department and you showing up with any sort of visible bruises would shatter that illusion. It was usually just slaps across the face or shoves into furniture. Never had he actually made you bleed like this, on the brink of death.

The worst thing about all of this was that in the beginning of your relationship he was one of the best partners around. You loved him with your life. Then the stress and the cracks started to form. At first, he found other outlets like video games or going to the bar. Then it became you. The hitting only started a few months prior. But this, this was exceptional. This was a crime scene.

Thanking your lucky stars that you never took off your jacket, your phone was still in the pocket. With your very last ounce of strength, you dialed 911 before succumbing to the darkness again.

Instead of actually finding him, the cops said he ran away. That all they could do was put some feelers out. You used to think the world of these guys but then you realized he was their priority. They would protect their brother before you. You were just a woman. He was their brother.

After spending a week in the hospital due to fracturing your skull you were immediately transferred to another department about three hours away. That was all they offered, a measly transfer. With a head raging of migraines that never seemed to leave you decided you’d have to take matters into your own hands. Coming across a Bureau job in Los Angeles you jumped at the opportunity and was hired almost immediately. You opted to hide your past from your coworkers, changing your last name was the easiest way to do so Sure, the FBI knew about the incident but not your co-workers. The less it was brought up the less you had to think about it.

You were running from your past and you didn’t really give a damn. It made you realize just how fucked up the situation you were in really was. You weren’t anything to anybody at that police department. Just a woman who happened to be in a relationship to one of their police brothers.

Lucky for you, you loved your job at the Bureau. And you excelled at it quickly. Often picking up extra work for your coworkers. When the job at the BAU opened up you jumped as quick as you could. The BAU was coveted in the FBI. If you could make it there you could make it literally anywhere.

The case was tough on you. Just yesterday they found the fifth victim. It was only a matter of time until the sixth was taken. The killer was picking up speed at an alarming rate. Going from once a month down to every other day. You were doing a decent job keeping your stress down and your migraines somewhat at bay. But any of these women could be you on a given night. It hit you like a truck when the fifth woman was found in a park. She was wearing an outfit you would’ve worn to go out with friends. She was out living her life twelve hours prior and now she was just gone. How sick life was.

Time for the worst part of your job, telling the police and the public in a press conference. Even though it sucked it needed to get done. The more that young women knew that this was happening the more alert people would be. You gave the profile during the press conference that the team had come up with. White male, in his early 30’s, likely of shorter and heavier build with deeply rooted emotional trauma due to growing up without a mother or mother like figure. His mother probably left him when she was in her early 30’s thus the reason for the victim age range. So typical. How often you ran across cases like this. This guy was just a little sneakier. Not as dumb as your typical run of the mill criminal.

You sat in the conference room studying the white board with all the victims posted across with all the fine details of their short lives. The rest of the team stepped out for lunch, but you just weren’t hungry. Not after delivering that news to the Dayton Ohio area. Opting to just lose yourself in your thoughts instead.

You weren’t given much time to lose yourself before you heard a chair scrape the ground next to you. Looking up you were surprised to see your boss sitting down next to you with a snack in hand.

“No lunch?”

“No, not hungry.” You gave him a half smile trying to knock yourself out of this mini funk. You thought you were prepared. You read all the case files. You talked to all the experts. But damn, when you were middle of doing it, it was like nothing you could’ve expected.

Feeling your personal phone buzz, you looked down while the two of you sat in comfortable silence. Opening your phone and clicking the little messages icon you frowned not recognizing the number that texted you. Your mouth immediately ran dry as adrenaline started pumping through your body. One text. One fucking text you never ever wanted to see.

‘I know where you are.’

Your heart rate sped right up which would lead to inevitable migraine. Fuck. There was a chance it wasn’t him but who else could it be? He loved to do this kind of shit to you back when you were together. Completely fucking with your mind.

“Everything okay?” You heard your boss faintly ask as you couldn’t rip your eyes away from your phone screen. Blinking rapidly, you had to remember where you were. You were working. You couldn’t worry about that right now. This was a later problem. Block it and move on. Besides, it was getting embarrassing how many fucking times the team had to ask if you were okay. You needed to knock it off and soon.

“Y/L/N.” You heard more sternly this time.

“Yes?” You locked the screen shoving it into your pocked. Out of sight out of mind. Right?

“What’s wrong?”

You shook your head trying to play it off as cool as you possibly could, “Nothing Hotch.” You finally felt comfortable enough to call him that. I suppose when you hunt killers and study dead bodies you tend to bond faster than you would in any other job.

He gave you an exasperated look, “You do realize I profile people for a living.”

A sigh escaped your lips, “It’s nothing. They’re just so young.” You pointed your head towards the white board. You couldn’t let him know about your past. It was almost too fucking embarrassing to admit. You thought you were strong. Clearly not strong enough to leave him before he nearly killed you. And Aaron Hotchner just might be the strongest person you have ever met in your life.

In the brief time that you’d known him you’d learned all about his past from his coworkers. How he was stabbed, lost his ex-wife and was still here doing this damn thing as a single father. His strength was unparalleled to anything you had known. So, to admit your past to him was something you were far too scared to do. The worst thing would be to be seen as weak to Aaron Hotchner.

He nodded looking you over. Something he seemed to do far too often that made you feel things you really shouldn’t be feeling, “Is that all?”

“Mhmm.” You nodded refusing to look at him but instead at the victims. Hoping you were selling yourself well enough. He didn’t believe you. He was a profiler, a damn good one at that. He knew something was on that phone. Something you were refusing to tell him.

“It’s tough.” He admitted setting his cheese crackers down turning his body towards you, “This is not and will never be an easy job Agent Y/L/N. It’ll probably be some of the most gruesome work that you’ll be in the thick of. But let me tell you something. When you get to save one of those girls or any innocent victim it changes you. You know you saved them from something so horrific, something that no innocent human should go through. And that makes it all worth it. I can promise you that.”

A little shell shocked that he dropped that bomb on your lap you took a moment to collect your thoughts, “Thank you Hotch.” Looking up to him you continued, “Really, thank you. This is… brutal. I thought I knew what I was signing up for.”

“You can step away at any time. There wouldn’t be any judgment, but we really did hire you for a reason. I wouldn’t have if I didn’t think you could do it.”

Those damn butterflies erupted in your stomach as he looked you over to make sure the message really sank in, “I can do it. I just have to adjust.”

A small smile formed on his face. You had to assume that was a rare sight for the team as it caught you off guard. He looked so damn handsome with a smile on his face. Something you wanted to see far more than you already had in the few days you’d been on the case with the team.

He stood grabbing his crackers, “Good. If you need anything. Really. Anything. Please, don’t be afraid to ask. Alright?”

You nodded rapidly, “Got it Hotch. Thank you.”

“Sure. I need to go talk to the chief. Try and grab some food?”

“Yeah, sure.” You threw him a smile as he walked out of the room. God, you were fucked if this was how we was going to treat you. Already so attracted to just his physical appearance and then he pulls that out? What’s not to love.

Deciding to listen to him you grabbed an apple and a snack from the vending machine to suffice his request. Sitting back down you opted to refresh your conference notes, getting prepped for your next press conference. You needed to get in contact with the latest victim’s family for Hotch too. Spending the rest of lunch, you decided to knock out your needed tasks to make him happy. To let him know that he did hire the right person. You could do this.

“How was your date with Hotch?” Derek asked as he and Spencer walked back into the conference room after they got back from lunch. Completely interrupting your silence that you were enjoying.

Rolling your eyes, you knew he was only trying to work you up. You quickly learned that Derek was the type to tease you. His form of love.

“What are you on about?” You gave him a quizzical look. Hoping to come off as dumb as possible.

“Don’t play dumb.” He sat in the chair right across from you.

Cocking your head to the side you only looked at him curiously, “I don’t know what you’re talking about Derek.”

This time Spencer spoke up, “It is uncommon that Hotch stayed back. But you are brand new. He could have just been checking in on her.”

“See,” You raised your eyebrows to let him know Spencer was the right one, “Dr. Reid is correct. He was just checking in on his new employee.”

Derek rolled his eyes this time, much more dramatically than you, “Sure, whatever you say Y/L/N.”

“Although,” Reid spoke up again. You snapped your head around in a panic. He was not supposed to say anything further to egg Derek on, “He has been watching you quite a lot. I noticed it when we were back at Quantico. Then when you were asleep on the jet. And really during this whole case…”

“Boy genius!” Derek laughed clapping him on the back. Spencer just looked back and forth between the two of you knowing he said something you didn’t like as you gave him a less than impressed look. Derek was grinning ear to ear, eating all this shit right on up.

You shook your head, “Because I’m new!”

“And oh, so pretty too.” Derek’s smile only grew wider, if possible, when you blushed a bright shade of tomato red. You just loved how your body exposed you of your emotions.

“Shut up. Does not. Drop it.” Grumbling, you turned away from both of them.

Spencer leaned back silently observing Derek’s picking on you. He didn’t really think much of it at first. But once he saw Hotch’s wondering eyes over and over again, he had to make a mental note of it. He didn’t act this was when he started or when Penny started. It only seemed to be reserved for you.

Spencer had a silent conversation with Rossi as he caught Hotch staring at you when you were sleeping on the plane. Rossi only smiling. Rossi knew something.

“Seems like you might have a little crush too.” Derek made a kissy face. This was a nightmare. Sure, you may have a small little crush, but he was your fucking boss. Hell would have to freeze over before anything could happen between the two of you.

“Do not.”

“Yeah see,” Derek leaned forward, “I don’t believe you.”

“That’s fine. You don’t have to.”

Derek only smiled, “We’ll be watching.”

“Go for it.”

Your personal phone buzzed in your pocket. Not thinking much of it you pulled it out of your seeing that same number from earlier pop up again. Opening the message your heart might’ve stopped right then and there.

‘You can’t hide Y/N. I know where you are and I’m coming. Virginia? Really?’

You forgot the two of them were sitting there as you read the text over and over again. Burning the God forsaken image into your mind. How? How could he have found you. Why now? Why almost a year later? You wanted to block the number, but you knew he’d just find another way to get ahold of you. You also knew you needed to show the police and fast. But then that’d expose you completely. Open up everything.

“You good Y/N?” Derek asked ripping you right back into the present.

“Yeah, just thinking about those girls.” You lied hoping you were a good enough actor to get you out of this one.

He nodded, “it’s hard. To view them as both human and try and distance yourself. You’ll figure it out. We all did. It might be tomorrow. It might be in a few months. But you’ll get there.”

“Thanks Derek.” You sighed fully accepting their fate. That you could move on from. But the horror of being stalked by your ex unfortunately loomed in the back of your mind.

Spencer smiled enjoying the interaction between new friends. He liked you. Derek seemed to like you. Hotch seemed to like like you. And Rossi was bound to adore you if Hotch did. Emily of course would hate you at first and then grow to love you. You were in.

The rest of the team worked tirelessly until the sun went down. Hotch ordered the team back to the hotel demanding a good night’s sleep. You knew it wouldn’t come. It hadn’t come in the almost week you’d been in the horror show.

After tossing and turning for what felt like forever you knew you had to get out. Get away for a moment. Everything felt so suffocating. You guys couldn’t do it. Weren’t able to save the fifth girl. She showed up that morning and you knew that night he’d probably have another. Fuck, why was the world so cruel?

So, you might’ve done the dumbest damn thing that you’ve ever done and called an Uber to take you to the bar down the street. You knew you shouldn’t of. Or at least let somebody know where you were going but you just needed to get away. One or two drinks couldn’t have hurt.

That was until you were sipping on your third drink feeling a little too good. You were people watching enjoying the music that was pumping throughout. Eyes on the group of young women having a good time you didn’t see the man come sit next to you.

“Come here often?”

Turning to your right, the man sitting on the barstool next to you waited for your response. Giving him a quick once over you knew something was not right with him. Your gut was screaming at you to turn the other way.

“No.” You tried your best to ignore him, but he just kept talking. Not taking your silence as a no.

“That’s a shame. So pretty.” His slimy eyes trailed your body. A small shiver went down your spine. Trust your gut. If there was one thing you were taught, it’s to always trust your gut. You took a peek at the man. Young man who was short, fat and creeping on a young girl at night? The same night your unsub would be hunting his sixth victim? Could it be him? Could you be so lucky?

“I’m not interested.” You kept your eyes forward carful now. You had to figure out if it was him.

He really didn’t know how to take no for an answer, “Don’t be so harsh beautiful. It’ll only age you quicker.”

“Look I don’t need some guy with mommy issues telling me how I should live my life. Please just go away.” Moms made him mad. This had to be it.

He gave you a sickening smile, “I didn’t have a mommy. So how can I have mommy issues dear?”

This was your unsub. Had to be. Trust your gut, right? Of all the fucking people in the world to get approached by it was him? Jesus. It then hit you that you were his next victim, or so he thought. He targeted you to take down. Damn, what were the odds of that?

“That’s exactly the problem.”

“Oh, come on beautiful. Let me buy you a drink. It’s free and if you want me to leave after I will.” You needed to keep him talking. If he was talking to you that meant he wasn’t talking to another girl.

“Sure, let me just go freshen up really quick while you get the drinks.” You gave the creep a half smile deciding this would be the perfect time to call Hotch. The longer you took his attention the better chance that he wouldn’t escape. It had to be him. His profile down to his absent mother was nearly perfect.

Hands shaking you begrudgingly typed in Hotch’s number. He was going to absolutely lose it. But you were sure, this had to be the guy. He was short, stalky, and talked like the most misogynistic fuck you’d ever been around. It had to be him. You so wished you weren’t three long island iced teas down though your brain felt a little hazy. Hitting the call button, you knew it wouldn’t be long before he answered.

“Hotchner.”

“Hey.. hey boss.” You sucked in a breath knowing how awkward you sounded. Fuck, why was this so hard?

“Agent Y/L/N.” He sounded more alert now. You glanced at the time only to curse that it was already one in the morning. You’d been out far too late, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m at a bar and…”

“You’re what?” He sounded pissed raising his voice only a little. Oh well. This was more important.

You sighed and continued. Letting him know you were irritated that he interrupted you, “I’m at a bar. I needed to clear my head and I think the unsub might or might not be trying to take me home. If you know what I mean.” You wanted to giggle but you knew that’d set the overprotective man off. You weren’t feeling so hot.

You heard rustling in the background. He must be getting up, “The unsub? What? Stay there. Send me your location.” He was trying to process all this information as you so casually told him what was going on. How were you so calm? Were you fucking with him?

“Yeah, okay. I’m in the bathroom, I…”

“Stay there. Stay on the phone.” It sounded like a growl. He was pissed. More than pissed. You didn’t even know the man that well and you knew he was going to lay into you for this.

“Okay.” You felt the alcohol kick it into high gear now. At least, you’d hopped it was only alcohol that was making it hard to concentrate. But this didn’t feel like an alcohol buzz. This felt like your body slowly shutting down.

“Y/L/N!” He yelled on the phone. You must have spaced out. Fuck. Maybe he did put something in your drink. You weren’t usually so spacey.

“Yes, sorry?”

“I asked you how you know it’s him? The unsub?”

“Oh, uhm yeah.” The walls started spinning. Trying to regain your focus only to be met with a splitting migraine, “Shit.” You groaned. Your head felt far too heavy for this just to be alcohol.

“Y/N. What’s going on?” He sounded a bit panicked. You felt horrible for doing this to him but boy were you glad he was on the other end of this phone call right now.

You sat yourself down on a toilet locking the door in front of you hoping this would pass soon, “Hotch, I think he drugged me.” You were so good with your drink though. Never letting it out of your sight. How in the hell could he have slipped something?

You heard some muffled sounds from the other end of the line. It only sounded like him though, “I’m three minutes away. Are you in a safe spot?” His panic ridden voice almost sounded like it was going to break. You’d only known the man for a week now, but you’d grown somewhat close to him. You probably talked to him more than anybody on your team, being the communications liaison and all. Not only did you guys just click it felt so natural and normal to want to be around him. To push his buttons in the best way.

“Yeah, yeah,” Your head began slumping against the stall feeling heavier than it really was. Fucking fuck. What in the hell, “Locked in a bathroom stall.” You mumbled knowing you weren’t going to be terribly coherent here soon.

Moments felt like a lifetime. Then the bathroom door flew open. It didn’t feel right though. Didn’t feel like Hotch.

“Hotch?”

“Who in the hell is Hotch?” That voice from the bar rang out. Eyes wide you knew you didn’t have much time or quite frankly any strength to fight this guy off. Even if you were the same height.

“What are you doing in here? Get out!” You managed to spit out. The brain fog seemed to momentarily lift in the sheer panic of the situation you managed to find yourself in.

“I thought you ran off on me. It’s time to go.” You heard the door handle jiggle back and forth. Pulling your legs to your chest you sat all the way back on the toilet seat. Fucking hell. How was this your life?

“I’m not leaving with you.” You tried to sound confident, but it came out sounding weak and afraid. Just like you were. Terribly weak. Horrifically afraid.

“Oh honey. But you are.”

“She’s not.” You heard your bosses voice and the click of a loaded gun, “You have the right to remain silent…” Hotch went off on his spiel only for you to lose yourself to your thoughts again. Taking big, ragged breaths it hit you just how close to death you were yet again.

“Y/N, can you open the door?” It was him. Hotch. Thank God.

You weren’t too far gone just yet. Lifting your head from the stall door you managed to stand on your own. Slowly you unlocked the door. Hotch nearly kicked the door into you as he was eager to check you over. He needed to confirm that you were okay. He knew he had to reprimand you for this behavior, but it wasn’t the time. You looked petrified. Scared. He knew you’d never really be the same. How could somebody be once they know they were the target of literal murder? Hotch just didn’t know you’d been through this before though. That this wasn’t even the craziest thing that had happened to you this year.

After checking you over and not saying a damn word he ushered you to the ambulances that were lined up outside. You felt a disgusting wave of embarrassment knowing they were called for you. If there was one thing you had hated it was being the damn center of attention. Fucking hell. You had to talk about this in a press conference too. Your job just got a whole lot more interesting.

“Come on, let’s get you to the hospital.”

“Hotch, I don’t need to go…”

“Not a word Agent.” He shut you down so quickly and harshly you shut right on up. The man of very few words was giving you even less than you were used to. You royally fucked this one up. Hopefully you had a job once you got back to Quantico.

Your hands trembled before you knocked on his office door. Hotch had asked you to hang back and meet him in his office after the jet had landed. The team gave you sorrowful looks as they exited. You knew you were in trouble. But damn, did they have to look like they were going to your funeral.

You heard a faint, “Come in.” Only to be met with a stoic Hotch sitting at his desk.

Quickly, you sat in the chair in front of him just waiting. Fuck. This almost felt worse than disappointing your ex. Hotch actually meant something to you.

“What were you thinking?” He asked far too calmly.

“I wasn’t sir, I…”

He stood up not daring to look down at you, “I told you all to go to bed. To get some sleep. And you go to the bar? What the hell were you thinking?” He undid his tie. Already frustrated

“But sir I..”

“I’m talking.” He raised his voice a notch. Enough for you to back down. Not daring to look up to him your heart began to race. How awful this all felt. It was one thing to upset you ex but to disappoint Aaron Hotchner.

“I’m sorry... I”

He raised his voice, a little too loudly now, “You disobeyed direct orders Agent! Do you know what that means? That means you could have died out there. Do you understand me?”

You shrunk within yourself brining yourself right back to that night. God how you wish your brain didn’t work like this but here you were. You weren’t in Hotch’s office at the BAU nope, you were in that kitchen. The night you almost died. The night your ex tried to kill you. You heard those chilling words.

“Now, Y/N. You need to learn to not talk back to me. Do you understand me?”

Bringing your knees to your chest you couldn’t stop the stupid fat tears that raced down your face. It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know. But God damn did it hurt. Your ex said those same damned words right to your face.

“I’m so…” You tried to breath, but you couldn’t. You took short rapid breaths just trying to fucking breath. What in the hell was happening to you? It felt like your lungs were collapsing in on you.

Aarons eyes softened as he saw the tears begin to flow. He didn’t mean to make you cry. You were so different than the rest of the team. The rest of the would have brushed him off or rolled their eyes. But then you broke down. You looked panicked. Like you were in a different world.

“Y/L/N?” He asked hoping to bring you back to this planet. But you were gone.

He walked over to you crouching down, “Y/N.” He knew he couldn’t speak to loudly. That seemed to set you off the first time. He had to go about this differently. He began to reach out to touch you only to met with the panicked version of you he’s seen.

“Don’t touch me!” You jumped out of your chair somehow finding your breath after all of this. You couldn’t let him get near you. He’d hurt you. Just like your ex. Just like the guy at the fucking bar the other night.

“Y/L/N.” He backed off putting his hands above his head as you sat down against the wall, “You’re having a panic attack

“Just stop!” You covered your face with your hands bringing your knees close to your chest. It felt so hard to breath.

Aaron took a few steps closer careful not to overstep but when you saw him you about lost him. He wasn’t Hotch he was your ex coming to take you out for good this time.

“Please.” You put your hand up to stop him. He noticed your trembling hand that asked him to stop. This was a response he never had expected. You’d been so guarded he hadn’t a clue what this could be from. Aaron was used to trauma. That was his field. Trauma and more trauma. It saddened him to know that you’d been through something that could make you so blasé to the fact that you’d almost been kidnapped, tortured, and murdered the other night. Whatever it was he had a sneaking suspicion that this was a response to that same trauma.

“I’m sorry.” He stopped again sitting on the ground. He watched as you struggled to breathe. He wanted to wrap you in his arms so desperately it hurt. It was painful to watch you struggle. God, he wanted to be there for you. He shouldn’t have felt this way about a subordinate. About one his employees. About somebody so much younger than him. But he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Ever since you came in for that damned interview he was hooked.

He wasn’t mad at you more so the situation. He knew the odds of that happening were one in millions. But of course, you were that one in a million chance. He knew how gorgeous you were. It wasn’t a surprise per say but the thought of actually losing you after not even getting the chance to know you hurt him. He only scratched the surface of you, and he was enamored. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to get to know the real you.

All you saw was him. Your stupid ex sitting there taunting you. Waiting for you to slip up. You just kept trying to fucking breath, but it wasn’t happening.

“Y/N.” He spoke again.

Shaking your head you couldn’t take it, “Please don’t hurt me.”

“Oh, Y/N.” He frowned letting himself become small now, “It’s me. Aaron. Aaron Hotchner.”

Your eyes flicked up to him as you cowered against the wall. He was Aaron. Not your stupid fucking ex. He wouldn’t hurt you.

“It’s me. Can I please come closer?” He begged sitting there waiting. Waiting for the second you would let him.

You nodded continuing your short breathes. Aaron Hotchner. He was a friend. He was okay. God damn. You couldn’t believe you were reacting like this. It just happened. You didn’t even have a thought to stop it. Your mind took yourself back to that kitchen a year ago.

Slowly he scooted closer reaching out to you, “it’s okay. I promise. Try and take a deeper breath, okay? On the count of three?”

You nodded waiting for him to continue.

“One. Two. Three.”

Somehow, someway he was able to get you to calm down. With slow counts and patience, you eventually managed to get your breathing back to normal. Taking long slow breaths you couldn’t bear to look up to the man. How fucking embarrassing was all of this.

“I’m so sorry.” You barely spoke.

“Nothing to apologize for Y/N. Can I touch you?”

“Yeah.” You still couldn’t look up. So ashamed.

Feeling his arm wrap around your back you closed your eyes letting him take you in. He pulled you into his chest wrapping his arms around you. Squeezing tightly, he dropped one hand brushing your hair out of your face.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispered into your hair trying to make you feel a bit better. He couldn’t imagine the agony you must be in. He wished he could just take it and throw it all away for you. He was in far too deep. He couldn’t seem to stop himself.

“It’s okay.” You replied softly letting your head fall against his chest. Whatever embarrassment you felt washed away as you breathed him in. He just felt like comfort.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really.”

“Okay.”

“But” you paused taking another breath. Whatever, he should know why you were as fucked as you really were. So, you told him everything. All the nitty gritty details. He listened. Squeezed you when you were slow to continue. To encourage you.

Once you finished, he paused taking everything in. He was shocked the world could be so cruel to someone as gentle as yourself. How could anybody be so awful. How could they not see how wonderful you really were?

“Thank you for telling me.” You nodded, “Sure. Just don’t think any less of me?”

“Never. Come on, let’s get you home.” He stood reaching his hand out to you.

You nodded letting him pull you up, “Thank you Hotch.”

“Jack’s gone for the night. Stay with me tonight in my guest room? I think you’ll sleep better.” He asked which came out more as of a demand.

You could only nod letting yourself fall into him, “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

“Good.”

“Can you walk?”

You smiled softly, “Yes, Aaron. I’m not inept.”

He chuckled softly, “That sounds nice.”

You turned towards him with a big cheesy grin feeling stupidly giddy all of the sudden, oh how this man got you so quickly, “Oh yeah?”

He nodded reaching for your hand, “Come on now.”

“Sounds good, Aaron.” You took his hand happily.

Part 2

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valiantphantomangel · 6 months

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Since you write for avengers actors can you please do Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston X Teen Reader where she plays Thor and Loki’s little sister and during filming one of them accidentally tickle her but play it off. After directors cut they both question her about it and she denies but they tickle her anyway and Reader ends up being WAY more ticklish than Chris and Tom thought?

On screen brother's discovery.

How you got here was beyond you, on a marvel set, next to freaking Tom Hiddleston and Chris Hemsworth, in full costume which was Asgardian style dress and in front of a whole camera crew.

"Do you really have to toss me around for this scene"? You ask nervously as you fidget with your sleeve.

"Aww don't worry darling we'll catch you" Tom said with a smile as he ruffled your hair to which you slapped his hand away.

"yeah don't worry little one" Chris said as he laughed and got into position.

"And action"! The director yelled and you sprinted away like the script said, the other two not far behind.

"Now now little sister, where are you off to in such a hurry" Tom said in a very Loki matter as he caught up with you and picked you up with ease.

"Ahhh Loki! Put me down" you screeched as you hang in his arms.

"As you wish" he shrugged and tossed you over to Chris.

"That was not what I meant"!! You yelled with a short scream as Chris tossed you back to Tom.

When his hands caught you, he accidentally grazed your sides causing you to let out a surprised giggle with a squeak.

Luckily nobody seemed to notice it (how very naive of you) and you all finished the scene.

"So what was that little giggle that I heard from you hmm"? Tom said casually as you enter the break room to get something to eat.

"W-what" you stutter caught off guard as you turn around to grab your lunch.

"Yeah i heard something too" Chris said as he tapped his chin in thought "You wouldn't be... Ticklish would you?"

"What! N-no that's ridiculous" You said way too quickly.

It was quiet for a minute before you suddenly heard Tom whisper from behind you "You are a horrible liar darling" and trapped you in a bear hug, pulling you to the ground so your back was flush against his chest.

You tried to keep hidden how flustered you were but that all went straight out the window when Tom spidered over your tummy.

Immediately you threw your head back crackling and trashed around, Chris gave a booming laugh and sat down in front of you while grabbing your ankles and dragging his nails over the sole of your foot since you weren't wearing your shoes.

"AHHH GUYS STOP ITHIHIHIHI" you giggled your head off as you squirmed in Tom's hold who in return only held you tighter and blew a raspberry in your neck, you quickly pulled your shoulders up with a laugh.

"My my you really are quite ticklish aren't you dear"? Tom cooed as he squeezed your sides.

"I thought you were ticklish little one but I didn't expect you to be this sensitive" Chris laughed as he spidered up and down your feet, which tickled like hell.

"AHHAHHAHAH" by this point you couldn't even think of anything to say and just surrendered, laughing your breath away.

They slowed down a little so you could get some air as giggles flowed off your lips.

"Norns your absolutely adorable sweetheart" Tom smiled as he pulled you up so you were laying in his lap still breathless from their 'innocent' torture.

"What is it with you and nicknames"? You giggled as you cuddled into him while Chris came to sit next to you two and made an attempt to braid your hair.

"Oh you know you love it" Tom laughed.

"Just so you know, we are never going to let this go" Chris said with a smirk.

"Nooooooo" you whined playfully.

"Yesssss, be happy we didn't tell the rest of the cast yet about your cute little weakness" he said with a grin before pulling you up from the ground "come on we still have some scenes to finish".

You three walked out of the break room, but not before you grabbed your lunch (food is very important), and went on with the rest of the scenes.

Needless to say not much got done that day.

#tom hiddleston #marvel tickle #tickle fic #ticklish!reader #ticklish ribs #lee!reader #chris hemsworth #ler!tom #ler!chris #marvel cast × teen reader #marvel fluff #marvel cast tickle #tummy tickles

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Knight in Shining Armor

Conrad Fisher x reader

Warnings: drinking, fighting, no consent, fluff

Summary: reader practices for the debutante ball with a little help from Conrad. You end up at a party and get into an argument with a boy. Conrad is coming to rescue you. He takes you home and you stay in his room. There is a lot of tension between you that night.

Since you had arrived Conrad had been saying the bare minimum to you. Belly and Steven didn't seem to notice because they always had a better bond with Jeremiah. At first, you thought that Conrad would open up more once time went on, but to your disappointment he didn't.

"We're going swimming are you coming with?" belly asked.

"I would love that, but I need to go to the country club soon." you said. This was a lie. You didn't like to be with the three of them altogether. They talked a lot, to a point where you couldn't participate in the conversation. You did have to go to the country club. That wasn't a lie. You needed to get extra dance lessons before the deb ball. You have always danced shitty, so it wasn't a surprise when they told you you had to go.

After the dance lessons everyone was still out doing whatever. You had the whole house to yourself and decided to practice the dance in the hope you wouldn't have to go to another extra dance lesson. It looked stupid as fuck: you, dancing around with an invisible partner. After the song was over and you finished the whole routine someone clapped. You turned around and it was conrad, grinning from ear to ear, finding you very laughable.

"Fuck connie. You scared the shit out of me. Please don't stand there without me knowing it. Jesus."

"I'm sorry, it's just- you look so ridiculous." This is the first time since you got here that he smiled directly at you.

"I know I look ridiculous, that's why i'm practicing you dick."

"Y/n, please, let me help you. I can't have you dance like that at the deb ball."

You gave him a playful push. "Okay fine."

Conrad came closer. He put one hand on your waist, the other grabbed your hand. Stepping even closer while he looked deep in your eyes he whispered: "Just follow my lead."

It was like you two were in slow motion. The routine seemed like it was going on forever and ever. But you didn't mind, and he didn't seem to mind aswel. It wasn't until Belly and Jeremiah came home before you let go of each other. Conrad, leaving a warm feeling in your chest.

"Are you coming to the bonfire tonight, y/n?"

"Of course! Sounds fun! Belly are you going?"

"No, i'm staying in with the moms tonight, but you go! I know you have been looking forward to this all week."

After you all ate and got ready to go out, you stepped into the car with Steven, Jeremiah and Conrad. When you arrived you went straight to the girls you met at the country club. They weren't really your kind of people, but it felt nice to have friends to go to. You didn't want to stand out so you got a drink. And another one, and another one. You were starting to get really drunk. It wasn't like you to totally lose control, but you did. For the first time ever, you felt confident when you danced. It was a great feeling. Sometimes you would look at Conrad from the other side of the room. He would look too, not breaking eye-contact. And then suddenly, there was this boy. A, super hot and sexy boy, standing in front of you, wanting you to come to his house. But that didn't seem like a good idea to you, so you walk the other way. Away from Conrad. But the boy keeps following you. To the point where he starts to grab your arm and drag you around the place.

"Let go!" you shout. But the boy ignores you. You try to find a familiar face. Someone that can help you out. But nobody seems to notice. Just when you started to get desperate you hear your name. You turn around and see Conrad walking toward you. He probably sees the panic in your eyes.

"Let her go bro." Conrad shouts.

"I think she can decide for herself, Fisher."

"Clearly she can't, because no one voluntarily goes home with you."

It was a good comeback. People were starting to pay attention to you. But Conrads comment made the guy even more irritated.

"Are you jealous? Is she your girlfriend or something?" It was a classic comment. A retorical question. But it was the straw that broke the camel's back. Conrad was the first to lash out. They broke out into a fight. When you tried to intervene, you took a hit from the guy. You were knocked to the ground.

"Y/n!" Conrad fell down beside you. Tears started welling up. He looked at your face: "Are you okay?". I saw his face-expression change from worried to angry. Really, really angry. It wasn't the guys intention to hit you, so he got scared and tried to run away. But Conrad already stood in front of him.

"Leave it conrad." you say.

"If you ever touch her again, I will kill you." Conrad was holding himself back. Thank god. He pushes the guy to the side and helps you up.

"Let's go home."

"But what about jeremiah and steven?"

"They'll walk. They're big guys." says Conrad reassuring you.

When you get home everyone is asleep already. You and Conrad try to stay as quiet as possible. He walks you to the bathroom and sits you down at the edge of the bathtub. He puts toothpaste on your toothbrush and holds your chin up. Half asleep you expose your teeth. You're not saying anything. Your faces are close to each other. You look at his eyes, but they're not looking at you. They're concentrated on your teeth. Caring, almost. After you're done in the bathroom he walks you to his room. This is the first time you are in here this summer. It's still the same. It gives you a warm and calming feeling. Conrad gives you a Cousins t-shirt. then you realize: what are you doing here? Your room is literally at the end of the corridor. That is where you're supposed to be.

"Connie, i can go to my own room."

"No it's okay", he whispers, "You'll wake belly up. I'll sleep on the couch, it's no big deal."

You look at him. Trying to see if he is genuine. "Okay. If you say so. Turn around please."

He turns around, and so do you. Just in case. You take off your shirt and bra. You feel the summer air against you back and chest. You turn your head, to check if Conrad isn't looking. You wouldn't want him to see you in this state. He is looking at the ground. Wobbling from one leg to the other. Clearly a little nervous and uncomfortable. You smile.

When you've got his cousins t-shirt on you get under the covers. This is when Conrad finally turns around. Seeing you, a beautiful mess, in his bed. He swallows. Just as he wants to open the door, you say: "Stay." he hesitates and clenches his jaws.

"I can't, y/n. As much as i want to, you know i can't." And then he leaves you. In that room. All by yourself.

The next morning you're woken up by Conrad going trough is dresser, trying to find a t-shirt to wear for the day. He is standing with his back towards you. He just showered. His hair is wet and you can see drops of water running down his back. You decide to slowly sit up in his bed. He turns around after he hears movement.

"Good morning, y/n/n."

You smile and you get a warm feeling in your body. Still in your sleep drunkenness you say: "I've always liked you with wet hair. It's so-" you hesitate. you can feel your heart beating in your throat. "It's so romantic."

Conrad smiles. He opens his mouth to say something but then he closes it again. You immediately regret what you said.

"Forget that I said that."

"But what if I don't want to?" he says flirty.

Now it's your turn to be speechless. But he doesn't wait around for an answer. He turns around, puts on a t-shirt and walks out the room.

"There are hangover-smoothies downstairs."

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fruitcoops · 1 year

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Indecent

What do you do with several smut prompts, an upcoming break, a promise made three weeks ago regarding No nut November, and far too much enabling from your lovely friends? Obviously you write shameless smut.

Welcome to the Nine Days of Nutmas, beloveds. All character credit belongs to @lumosinlove (sorry Hazel).

TW for smut, momentary restraint (hands), and admiration of hockey butt.

“Now that’s just obscene.”

Remus turned sideways and watched himself go red in the mirror. So many side effects of hockey, yet nobody had warned him that a five-year-old pair of khakis would make him look like—like—

“Jesus, I look like Magic Mike,” he muttered, tugging at the too-tight inseam where it had ridden up from the simple act of turning half a degree. The light fabric clung to his legs like it had been spray-painted on, stitches holding on by a literal thread where his thighs touched in the middle. He could see the outline of his quad when he flexed alongside every dip of his knee. And god forbid he turn again, because that was just indecent. Even the slightest bend of his waist felt like a risk.

Remus examined himself for a few seconds longer, then sighed. Another one for the donation pile. At this rate, he wouldn’t have any clothes left by the end of the day.

“Oh.”

His heart leapt and he spun, instinctively grabbing at the front when the inseam gave a threatening pop. “Fuck—yeah, no, I know, it’s terrible.”

Sirius stared from the doorway, hand on the knob, jaw slack, eyes wide. “Um.”

“I figured I’d go through everything before I end up looking like…this…in public.” Remus ran a distressed hand through his hair and turned back to the mirror with a groan. “My ass looks ridiculous in these—do you know how much I liked these pants? This is awful.”

“Um,” Sirius agreed.

“I barely even wore some of these,” he continued miserably. The khakis had been a little treat for his two-year anniversary with the team, something that would be comfortable but still professional. He had kept them in perfect condition for years, and now…Remus frowned at his reflection. He had hoped the change in his physique wouldn’t be quite so severe.

He jumped a little when Sirius’ hands wrapped around his hips and slid down, to the side, then back up until his fingertips brushed the curve of Remus’ ass. “They look good to me,” Sirius murmured just below his ear. His lips brushed the lobe before catching it in a gentle tug; Remus suppressed a shiver.

“You might be biased.”

“Mmm, definitely.”

Goosebumps rose on his arms when Sirius resumed stroking along his outer thighs in long, slow pulls, apparently oblivious to Remus’ pounding heart. He let his head rest on Sirius’ shoulder and sighed when a soft mouth found his throat, nibbling and sucking in all the best spots. “I still have—hmm—a lot to go through.”

“By all means, keep putting smaller clothes on.” He could feel Sirius’ grin on his neck. “You’ll hear no protest from me.”

“Yeah, I bet you’d like that,” he muttered. Sirius met him in a kiss before he had finished turning his head and he smiled into it; the hands caressing his waist wandered lower, lower, lower until they were fully gripping Remus’ inner thighs. One moved up. Remus’ knees went weak under him and he gasped into the kiss; Sirius pushed into it greedily. “Bed, loup.”

“Please,” he breathed.

Sirius turned him by the waist and hoisted him up in one smooth motion, eyeing Remus in a way that made his stomach feel shivery and his pants even tighter than before. He tipped him back carefully until the mattress dipped beneath them, Remus’ ankles still locked around Sirius’ lower back, the entire world darkening as Sirius lowered himself onto his elbows and let their hips press together.

“Fuck.”

“Okay,” Sirius said agreeably. He gave a cheeky thrust and Remus choked on a groan, pushing his head back into the pillows. His cock throbbed; he was getting uncomfortable now, halfway to hard, and maybe if he squeezed Sirius’ waist a little harder that would—

RRRIP.

“Oh fuck,” Remus said faintly.

“Oh, fuck," Sirius moaned, sliding down his body without hesitation.

Remus only had a moment to gape at the brand-new hole exposing his left thigh before Sirius grabbed either side of the tear and pulled.

Well. He needed a new pair of shorts anyway.

“Wait, I was gonna—Sirius!”

Sirius bit at the pale, sensitive space that had opened up and Remus squirmed. “You can’t donate things with holes anyway. Take them off.”

“I’m getting there, but I could have repaired it—”

“Take them off or I’m ripping the other side, too.”

I should be embarrassed. I should be intimidated. I should be--I should not be this horny. Remus watched Sirius’ throat bob on a hard swallow. Wide-blown pupils eclipsed most of the silver in his eyes and his breaths came summer-hot and heavy. He wasn’t the captain right now; he was desperate.

Remus met his gaze. “Do it.”

Like a puppy given permission to destroy its favorite toy, Sirius was on him in an instant. Remus laughed at the excitement reddening his pale cheeks and pulled Sirius up by the front of his shirt for a harsh kiss once the other side had been similarly shredded, shoving their hips together as thick cotton rubbed against his newly-bare thighs. Sirius made a needy noise into his mouth and he caught his lower lip between his teeth, then pulled back with a grin.

“Missed a spot.”

The button came free and Sirius yanked the front open with unbridled glee; Remus laughed into his mouth at the pop of the zipper coming apart, lifting his hips like a helpful boyfriend until his knees were free and he could tackle Sirius onto his back. “You’re so fucking hot in your old uniforms,” Sirius panted.

“Not the intention, but I’ll take it.”

“Lube, where’s the lube—”

Remus caught his wrists and pinned them above his head, bringing him to a standstill. God damn, it felt good to be strong. “You wanna fuck me?”

Sirius nodded hurriedly.

“Want me to ride you?”

“Fuck, please, Re, anything—”

“I bet you do, baby,” he teased, grinding back into Sirius’ lap. It drew a frantic, frustrated noise from him, music to Remus’ ears as he tilted his head toward the ceiling and closed his eyes. Every inch of Sirius pressed into the curve of his thigh, hot even through a layer of fabric and almost certainly wet. The relief of being out of those khakis was beyond words. The rush that spiked in him when Sirius’ wrists flexed in his hold was even better. He let one loose and watched Sirius track his tongue when he wetted his lips. “Get the lube if you want me so bad.”

The look Sirius gave him at that promised it would be the last order he gave tonight. I should be worried about that. He wasn’t.

Their clothes came off in a mess of hands and openmouthed kisses, calming only when a slick finger circled Remus’ entrance and made him bury a noise he just couldn’t swallow into the side of Sirius’ neck. He rocked back into it and Sirius gave him what he wanted, one knuckle then two, his free hand scratching lightly over the curve of Remus’ back. A second finger pressed in alongside the first and a punched-out sound escaped him—his brows pitched and he scrabbled for a hold on Sirius’ torso, wheezing a little when a third finger teased his rim before vanishing with the others.

The heel of Sirius’ hand pressed down the back of his thigh and Remus’ eyes nearly rolled at the release of tension. “Sit up,” Sirius murmured with a squeeze to the thick part of his hamstring. His accent was already thicker than honey and just as sweet. “Up, Re.”

A life spent in the dark, warm haven of Sirius’ shoulder didn’t sound too bad, actually. He was smooth and pleasantly soft with relaxation under Remus’ palms, plenty there to knead while he rocked against Sirius’ lower belly to take the edge off. The coarse hair leading along Remus’ favorite path rubbed against his hip and he nuzzled into Sirius’ jaw with a contented hum.

The faint sunlight outside made him grimace when Sirius pulled him up with a firm hand tangled in the back of his hair. "Up," he repeated.

Remus grinned. “Never knew you had a khaki fetish.”

Sirius released his hair and planted Remus firmly in his lap instead. He couldn’t lie—knowing Sirius could lift and maneuver him by his hips alone was kind of hot. “Up. Sit. Please.”

“Woof.”

“Come o--huhn," Sirius gritted his teeth as Remus settled Sirius’ cock rested in his cleft, perfectly placed for a few slow rolls. "Remus."

“I want you so bad,” he muttered. He snatched the lube off the sheets with a trembling hand and reached back blindly to pour some over Sirius’ cock despite the urge to just get up and sit. But he had experience on his side and in the space of one breath and the next, he was sinking down to their tandem exhales. The stretch made his neck heat. The pleasure made him ache. “God, Sirius, just like that.”

Callused hands fumbled at his wrists for a moment. “Give.”

“Huh?”

“Give, wanna hold you up,” Sirius said as he laced their fingers together with a tight squeeze. His cheeks were flushed with desire when Remus looked down again. “Wanna see you work for it.”

Remus rose up on his knees and felt the leverage from Sirius’ hands give him a boost—the next rock down carried more force and they both moaned, raven-black hair spilling over the pillow in messy curls as Sirius tossed his head. He was so fucking gorgeous Remus couldn’t even handle it.

“Want to watch—merde," Sirius hissed, meeting Remus’ faster pace thrust for thrust. “Want to watch you work for it, your legs kill me at practice.”

“Now you know how I felt,” Remus laughed breathlessly. The slap of their skin and Sirius’ choked noises sent lust through every nerve. He was the one making Sirius feel that good and he was the one who would be sore for it later and he got to see that pretty face screw up in pleasure so clear it belonged in a magazine centerfold.

No, came the sudden thought. No, no, that's mine, you don't get to have it. Remus was selfish with so little but that was one thing he would hoard like treasure. He slammed his hips down harder and stayed there in steady grinds, savoring the shout that echoed in his ears next to the fizz of pure pleasure as the head of Sirius’ cock brushed his prostate. Stuffed full and happy, the center of attention under Sirius’ dark gaze—Remus bit his lip and repeated the motion until his vision went fuzzy. When he swayed forward, Sirius pushed him back with the grip on his hands.

“Keep going.”

“Gotta give me one back so I can come—”

“You’ll come like this.”

Remus exhaled but didn’t break pace, even though his muscles had started to burn and his head was getting foggier with the constant pressure of Sirius’ cock inside him. “Tired—”

“No, you’re not, I know how hard you work.”

His whine of protest would have made him blush in another world, a world where he wasn’t close but not there because his bossy boyfriend wouldn’t give him his hands back. Not that he was 100% positive he could hold himself up without the help, but it would have been nice of Sirius to let him try.

“Don’t slow down,” Sirius warned.

“I told you, I’m tired!” Remus could feel his thighs trembling on every push up, like he had done a full round of squats instead of bouncing in his captain’s lap.

Sirius let out a harsh breath through his nose and finally—thank fuck—let Remus free, only to wrap his hands around his hips and pull him down the last few inches. Remus’ gasp caught in his throat and became a garbled mess halfway out. He grabbed Sirius’ wrists, not for restraint anymore, just for something to hold as Sirius brought him back to the rapid pace they had set at the start.

“Don’t try to touch yourself.”

Remus shook his head vehemently. As if he would risk losing the riot rushing through his entire body. “Won’t, I won’t, oh god.”

“You’re so fucking strong now,” Sirius groaned, his thumbs digging in as he yanked Remus closer and snapped his hips up to meet him. Remus watched, openmouthed, as precome dripped onto Sirius’ belly and smudged over the tense muscles there.

“This is not what I thought would happen in those khakis,” he mumbled.

“You underestimate—” A sharp thrust made Remus cry out. “—how much I like your muscles.”

“Jesus, Sirius, please let me come—”

“I’m not stopping you.”

Remus whimpered as the feeling built and gave up on trying to match Sirius’ movements, giving over the reins. Sweat dripped down his temple and cooled on his chest above his racing heart. Every muscle below his waist shook with exhaustion and pleasure, leaving him with only his arms to brace against the sheets on either side while Sirius put him just where he wanted him. There was relief in that. No decisions. No expectations. He could wash his hands of the power and let Sirius get him where they needed to go.

Never in a million years had he hoped for someone who would share like that, yet here he was, so full he could hardly handle it and loving every second. Remus twisted the wrinkled cotton topsheet until his knuckles hurt and folded like a cheap card table, watching come stripe Sirius’ chest from a thousand lightyears away.

Sirius made a sweet, broken sound and tensed; his hands flexed, then relaxed, leaving him to shudder through the aftershocks while Remus rocked gently back and forth to eke out every last drop of the dopamine flooding his system.

When he tipped forward this time, there was nobody to catch him—they collided with a dull oof and a tired laugh, shuffling around in a mess of limbs. Sirius pushed into his hand when he combed it through sweaty curls, smiling softly. “So pretty,” Remus said, stretching until his ankles popped. “Hmm. So bossy.”

“You love when I’m bossy,” Sirius said through a smile as he rolled him onto his back for a deep kiss.

“Sure do, babycakes.”

“Fuck’s a babycake?”

“You. You’re my baby,” Remus explained, nudging their noses together as he snuck around to grab a handful of Sirius’ ass. “And you’ve got cake.”

Sirius snorted, then turned into the pillow to hide his laughter while he wrangled Remus into a crushing hug that left him in ideal range for lazy kisses to the edge of Sirius’ blush. Two drawers of clothing remained in the closet; Remus gave them just enough thought to remember they existed, but then Sirius was nosing along his cheek to capture his lips and he really didn’t care about pants, actually. He cared about the stretch of warm muscles and the hand cradling his face, the faint tremor in his legs and the man who gave him all of it. That was where his thoughts began and ended. Remus was quite alright with that.

Indecent, indeed.

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cryptid-intraining · 2 years

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Trapped.

CW: claustrophobia , mentions of vomiting , panic attacks

Jason should have noticed something was wrong the first time the elevator jolted.

It lurched on the cables and all three occupants staggered, the unexpected motion catching them unawares.

Dick and Tim's conversation briefly hiccuped. A slight pause in their flow as they readjusted but they continued on without even acknowledging the interruption.

Jason hands ached as he carefully unclenched them from the frigid railing.

What were they talking about? He couldn't remember and all he could focus on was the buzzing of the lights overhead and the metallic whirring as elevator descended.

He wasn't sure if the nausea bubbling at the base of his throat was from his anxiety or the strange, weightless motion of plummeting, entombed, in a small metal box.

Entombed.

God. Don't think about it like that.

He closed his eyes. Took a breath.

Air. There was air. He could breathe. He could stand. He could see. He would be fine.

The elevator jolted again and Jason bit down on his cheek until he tasted blood.

"Are we slowing?"

Tim's words, sudden and confused, broke through Jason's silent panic.

He looked up. The other two men had stopped talking and were glancing up as if they could see through the layers of steel.

The elevator jolted and then. Stopped.

Jason's stomach twisted and he had to inhale, sharp and deep, to prevent himself from retching.

"It must have been the emergency breaks," Dick said.

"God damn it, how long are we going to be stuck here?"

"I don't know."

Their words blurred together and it took too much effort for Jason to try and sort them out.

He had to focus on breathing. Small, controlled inhales. Just enough to keep the darkness at the edges of his vision at bay.

He didn't realise he had sunk to the floor until Dick knelt next to him.

"Jason? What's wrong?"

Why was he talking? Talking meant more air. He was wasting precious oxygen.

"Jay, look at me." Dick's face swam in front of him. "You need to try and relax, okay? You're barely breathing."

No- no!

"Have to save the air," he whispered, small and raspy.

"Jesus fuck." That wasn't Dick. Tim. It was Tim. "Does he- God, Dick, does he think- "

"Yeah, I think so." Dick's voice sounded just a broken as Jason's had. "I should- fuck, I should have known an elevator would be an issue for him. I didn't think."

Dick lowered himself down to sit on the floor in front of him.

"Jay, there's plenty of air in here. You're not going to suffocate."

Jason shook his head frantically, pushing himself back against the wall to hard he could swear he felt the metal bend.

Metal?

He pressed his numb fingers to the wall. Cold but it wasn't wood.

It wasn't wood.

"You're in an elevator, Jay. You're fine."

He- what? No. He wasn't. He was trapped. He was stuck and no one was coming, no one. Bruce couldn't- couldn't hear him. Nobody could hear him. He kept screaming but no one came.

He was alone. He was going to die alone. Screaming the names of people who would never hear him. People who would never know he had needed them.

"Jason."

That wasn't right.

He blinked. Dick's face blurry in front of him.

Dick. And Tim. Behind him. Standing.

What? That didn't make any sense. He wasn't- he was. He was in an elevator. Not a coffin.

He was sitting. Not lying down. There were lights, so incredibly bright lights.

"Are you with us, Jay?" Dick said, searching his eyes.

Jason took a deep, shuddering breath.

"I- " he coughed. "Yeah."

"Okay." Dick took a breath too, like he had been holding his alongside Jason. "Good. Good. I thought- I thought you were going to pass out there for a second."

"Don't be ridiculous," Jason said, voice strained. "I can hold my breath way longer than that."

Dick laughed, choked and disbelieving.

They stayed like that. Jason and Dick on the floor, Tim standing over them, until they started moving again.

Jason didn't think he had ever been more grateful to hear that low, mechanical hum of an elevator in motion before.

"We'll take the stairs next time," Dick said as they stepped out into the lobby.

"Agreed," Tim said.

"I need the cardio anyway," added Jason, smiling weakly.

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oonajaeadira · 1 year

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Sooooo.

I have this idea in my head for a fic. Have had it there for a while and it’s getting to the point where I NEED to get it out of my head.

Problem is I have to break canon. Like a lot. I pretty much have to take the entire Star Wars timeline and just throw it out the window for my story to work.

I’m having trouble justifying that to myself. I don’t know why. I get that is what fanfiction is for to “fix” canon if you will. I’m just having a hard time being able to do it.

I just love Din so much. I want to write about him. I’m just scared. I don’t know how to get past my mind block that is ok to break canon. I mean if Disney can do it so can I right?!

Oh.

Oh friend.

Have you chosen the correct solidarity corner or what.

You have no idea how much I feel you on this. Like, NO IDEA.

I fell completely in love with Din Djarin at the end of season two and couldn't stop myself from writing my fic. I'm still writing that thing. But. I did have a moment of crisis.

I started slowing down because I realized that there would be a season 3 and that I couldn't predict how that was going to go and wanted so badly for my fic to be canon compliant that I froze, panicked, and that fic ground to a halt. Then Book of Boba Fett happened and I twisted myself--and my plot--in knots trying to find a way to make my story work around that canon.

And I could have done it. I could have made it work. But, to be honest, it wouldn't have been my story. It would have been pushed into a mold and come out something other than Adira-shaped. And even then...season 3 was still coming.

Did I mourn the fact that my story would no longer be compliant? I sure did. Did I consider just abandoning it? Totally.

And then something amazing happened. My friend @honestly-shite started reading it, and they loved it and--to my absolute delight--couldn't stop telling me what they loved about it. It didn't matter that it wasn't compliant. They wanted more and got excited every time I had an update. It brought me so much joy. They didn't even care if it was compliant or not. My very good friend @grogusmum who was the fic's first fan told me--TO MY FACE IN REAL LIFE--that it didn't matter at all, that she would read it and love it. And @writeforfandoms is the first girl to tell me "just write what you want and we will devour it" every time I have any doubts about any of my fic.

"Just write what you want and we will devour it."

And I did and I'M LOVING THE DGAF ATTITUDE I HAVE.

To think. I almost stopped writing a story that gave me and my friends joy just because some non-existent rule I set for myself that it had to match up to the source material.

Ridiculous.

What I needed was permission to break my own imaginary limits.

And that's what I'm giving you.

Permission.

Fic is fantasy. It's re-writing. It's filling in gaps. It's taking the characters and putting them in an old-timey saloon. It's taking characters behind closed doors and learning their secret personality they show nobody else and letting them absolutely wreck you with it. It's turning your favorite character into a dragon and using his ding dong for a stripper pole. Fic is the ultimate godlike power because you are absolutely allowed and encouraged to take a world and its characters and just play with them like dolls, rebuild them, mess up their timelines, reconstruct their entire physics and morality.

So what. You want Din and Poe and young Obi-Wan as an elite mercenary team? FK TIMELINES IN A GALAXY FAR FAR AWAY. If you've got the story in you, it's gotta get out. GET IT OUT.

If you're afraid that someone will call you out on your bullshit? That--gasp--they may not like it? Well then, put an author's note on the front and explain that you just really wanted Leia and Padme to kiss and in this version they're not mother and daughter and they're the same age. Someone doesn't like it? They don't have to read it. And if they do and have a problem? They're the ones that went marching on past the warning, so eff 'em. Eff 'em right in the eye socket because it's not your responsibility for them to have fun reading your fic.

The only responsibility you have is to yourself and your own fun and happiness. That's what imagination is for! And what is fic but imagination written down? You wouldn't limit your imagination, would you? So why limit your fic? BREAK THAT CANON. THEY'RE JUST STORIES. HAVE FUN WITH YOUR BEAUTIFUL LIFE.

Here is the part where I call upon all the fic readers and writers out there and ask you to come and leave a comment on this post. Feel free to copy and paste the following:

I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO BREAK CANON AND WRITE WHATEVER THE HECK YOU WANT. HAVE FUN AND RAISE HELL.

Seriously, nonnie. Lemme say one more thing because you love Din so much.

Din loves you back and he wants to live the adventure you have planned for him.

Do what brings you joy. No rules. It doesn't matter. It's just fic. And fic is beautiful because it's one of the only things in life that is both extremely important...and not important at all.

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ghouleh-ghouleh · 11 months

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Cirice Music Video Idea Outline

I’ve never posted my own shit before pls be nice.

Interior of a christian church.

Wardrobe:

All men are dressed in black or khaki slacks with white or pastel shirts. Women are dressed in simple, modest, pastel dresses. The pastor is dressed in the men’s uniform, but with a sport jacket over it. Papa is being papa. He can be ridiculous. The girl is in a similarly modest dress, but with a slightly more bold color. Nothing as obvious as red. The boy is in the men’s uniform, but with a simple vest over it.

Note for When Vocals start:

In church meeting, lines go between pastor at the pulpit and papa emeritus. Papa lines are sung to her, from different places. He’s an apparition, sometimes whispering in her ear, somethings dancing in front of everyone. During papa’s lines the pastor yells things, inaudible and angry.

Lighting notes:

The parts where the music goes “bum BUM” should have flashes of contrasting visuals with contrasting lighting, preferably red. Congregation shots are the same people wearing masks of their own faces. Shots of the preacher and the stage flash to the ghouls playing music.

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BEGIN:

Intro: Young teen girl walking with her family. While her family mingles in the lobby, (Two beat hit, drums come in) Girl sees the pastor behind an almost closed door hit his wife and yell at her. Nobody else in the lobby seems to see or care. The wife leaves the side room, makes eye contact with only the girl, wife gets embarrassed, wipes away running makeup tears and runs off.

(Distortion comes in) The girls mother guides her out of frame, presumably toward the meeting hall.

Congregation has passive lobotomized, smiling faces, except for the girl and another boy nearby, who are visibly not happy.

Pastor at the pulpit begins inaudibly preaching. Gets more emphatic then sings directly to the girl: I feel your presence amongst us You cannot hide in the darkness

As she stares at the preacher, unhappy, Papa sings over her shoulder: Can you hear the rumble? Can you hear the rumble that’s calling?

The Pastor preaches, inaudible, getting more passionate and hateful as he goes. Papa stands in front of the pastor now, singing to the girl. Nobody else acknowledges him, but she does now, watching him as he sings to her: I know your soul is not tainted Papa looks pointedly at the pastor and sings: Even though you’ve been told so

Two beat hit: The room is red, the ghouls play their instruments behind papa. Then everything’s back to normal.

Papa is behind her again, watching the pastor with her: Can you hear the rumble? Can you hear the rumble that’s calling?

Chorus: Papa sings to her from in front of the pulpit, the ghouls stand behind him at parade rest. Slow dolly zoom toward Papa and inter-cut with shots of the Girl’s face, the pastor yelling, the lobotomized congregation. I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart I can see through the scars inside you I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart I can see through the scars inside you

Transition, people file out of the meeting hall. Like a teacher, pastor points at the girl and brings her into his office. Door closed, he sits down hands folded on the table. She thinks she’s in trouble for what she saw. She mirrors his hands on the table.

The Pastor, sings to the girl, smiling: A candle casting a faint glow You and I see eye to eye - He leans forward Papa over her shoulder: Can you hear the thunder? Can you hear the thunder that’s breaking?

Pastor: Now there is nothing between us From now out merge is eternal Can’t you see that you’re lost? Pastor reaches a hand toward her with mild caution. Can’t you see that you’re lost without me? Pastor puts on a hopeful face and places his hands over hers, she twitches at the touch but doesn’t yet move away.

The moment pauses, pastor isn’t exactly frozen but his hopeful expression doesn’t change.

I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart Camera pans from her hands up to her face, which shows confusions and discomfort. I can see through the scars inside you Papa puts a kind hand on her shoulder and stands behind her. She looks back at him. I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart Papa sings to her and extends a gloved hand. He is offering her an out. I can see through the scars inside you She looks at his hand, glances back to the pastor, back to the hand, and then (at the two beat hit) takes it.

Guitar Solo: Back in reality, papa was never there. She pulls her hands away from the pastor full of rage and disgust.

She loses her shit and trashes the office. Throwing things around and often at the pastor. He is shocked, mostly cowering to defend himself from the thrown objects.

She runs from the room and he gives chase, but gives up when people see him outside his office. Quickly he finds his composure, fixes his hair and his shirt. He’s pissed but has to pretend everything is fine.

The girl runs (slow motion), papa dances, the ghouls play. Visuals of the congregation dancing like in a ball. They’re never not smiling placidly.

The girl turns around before she’s about to leave the building, she turns around and sees the boy following the pastor into his room. She peeks in just in time to see him in the same position, pastors hands on his across the desk. The same look of confusion and shock is on his face.

Pastor to the boy: Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?

The girl, now appearing to the boy in the same way that papa appeared to her. The pastor does not see or acknowledge her. She sings: I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart I can see through the scars inside you I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart I can see through the scars inside you! I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart I can see through the scars inside you She extends her hand to the boy: I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart I can see through the scars inside you

The boy takes her extended hand.

As the songs closes out they walk away, the camera pans down to a dead pastor.

#the band ghost #cirice #music video idea outline #I've never posted my writing before #but this song put this in my head #so here you go

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the-firebird69 · 8 months

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The pot is on the boil at our son's place so he's going to post a couple things for me and with me and Hera and Freya

-and with some of Olympus yes we have a situation here the whole place is a swill hole and that's our son's neighborhood and has been deemed that by the max and formally called that and he said it's no place for him to be stuck and that's what they're doing to him and it's horrific and they don't understand things that are going on as we explained over and over and it's major stuff and we won't we don't want to tell them once again they're always in the damn way and they're stupid he said it was later in the day and he said that they don't understand why you would have to stop ships like that and some people got it and they're pulling people out of their houses all over Charlotte county and fort Myers and Mac went on to say that they're despicably stupid and he knows about it now he said these people are slow to react about everything and nothing ever works that they do and I want them the hell out of here we figured out what our son is saying you have like no motivation to do anything and that's what it means so we are going to town all these idiots and other people are too

-we noticed that his septic is messed up and he was going to say something no he said it he said if it's in the backyard it'll probably fail a lot if it's in the front it's kind of sits there and survive somehow because the pavement seals it in and water doesn't get to it so he looked around and like nobody was reacting and they kept saying it's failing anyways and what we say is it feels a little when it starts working, they say why do you want to fix it and it's because it's open sewer and because we think we could make it work and help design it secretly and they get mad they said we already got open sewer buddy and it's not much and they're all saying it too what's happening here is nothing so trying to push for the septic to be replaced or fixed and they just barely want the objects and they're horrendous people and Stan doesn't want to do it at all and Israel is rejecting it and he is a stubborn nothing doesn't want to do anything ever it is nobody but it starts having an effect and it started today and people looking at it they were going after the people that say the wrong stuff and it's amazing there's a big push for it and he also said if I have money and it said it before that people tend to threaten me a lot more and he's got cash on him and a lot of people are threatening him and they feel good about it whether they get anything or not and it's ridiculous and it's going to get hit and there's nothing in it for you and it's not really a game so a lot of people saying that too and if you had like a million dollars in the bank you'd all be trying for it and trying to get into buy stuff and he would look like he was loaded and would probably act like it and right now nobody can even tell what he's doing it's a fun deal

I'm going to publish cuz I saw how the first paragraph affected people

Thor Freya

I saw it too there are a lot of them that said we're not doing a damn thing here he's not out of his way he's not displaced the sewer works most of the time kind of stinks occasionally but then it has recovery and it's not like ours which are new and they don't work at all lots of times they're not really mad and they said we know which ones don't work and it started laughing

Hera

I see that he gets it it's this old system that works and some old timer made it from scratch and says probably a relative and Ken says he knows who and it works great it is an odd system it's oddly designed and it's lasted for a long time and it takes finesse and nuance and a friend is too young to know although he figured something out the other day yeah urine and a unclogs the clog and it breaks up some solids and you just don't add too much and it works and the system comes back and it works and it was amazing but really you probably don't want to mess with it but everyone's bothering me and you're saying if you don't do the roof you might have to move people are pressuring me on that one too

Stan

They also noticed that if the roof is messed up they're going to fix it even if it's not a new roof and everyone's paying attention to it but it is plastic and they don't want plastic up and it makes it look really bad and they haven't seen that it's attracting attention and nobody seems to want to do the roof so those are things too it does have an effect and the one that works is like this

Here's a roof over said they're maintaining it it's plastic it doesn't really do it whole health a lot except make it hotter and it kills off the fungus and the moisture somehow leaves cuz the heat

Thor Freya and he's sweating out the Prilosec and other chemicals they find it on his laundry no but somebody tested one of his garments he left behind and no he didn't do that except for the pillowcase and they did test it and yeah there's a bunch of chemicals in it

Olympus

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hispipsqueak · 3 years

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Model Behavior

Mammon x F!Reader - NSFW WC:2K

Summary: Mammon and MC get roped into a photo shoot that gets a little bit spicy TW: unprotected sex, creampie. semi-public, oral (F receiving) A/N: AHHHH are you guys as hype for the OM anime??? VIP gets it this Friday and I am HYPE!! Can’t wait to see all my beautiful boys. Also, I’ve been writing this for like a month and finally finished it today since I forced myself to stay awake til it was over. I’m sleepy. I hope you enjoy.

"Hurry up MC! These fashion types always get pissy when I'm late." Mammon tugged your arm, dragging you behind him.

"Calm down! We'll be there on time." You said, but sped up anyway. Mammon was dragging you along to one of his photo shoots. You had to admit you were a bit excited, though you were trying to play it cool. The ivory-haired demon was already super attractive, but these photoshoots made him look incredible. You may have had a couple of your favorite magazine covers and ads of him hidden in your room.

But he didn't have to know that.

"I'm here. Let's go!" Mammon yelled out as he slammed the door open. He lifted his shades and tossed his jacket onto a nearby chair.

"Ah Mammon! Fashionably late as always...ah, but who is this?" A glamorous looking older witch peered at you over her eyeglasses. She reached out and gripped your chin. turning your face to either side.

"Hey, hands off the human!" Mammon suddenly tugged you back behind him, much to the witches amusement.

"A human? And so attractive at that...SCRAP THIS! I have a new vision! We are going to go BOLD, daring, sensual! Get them both into wardrobe!" she barked to two frazzled lesser demons, who pushed you and Mammon down a hallway. Mammon tightened his grip on your hand.

"Wha-Oi! Keep yer hands where I can see 'em!" Mammon threatened one of the demons as they pulled off your jacket. Another frazzled demon came in and handed you each a garment bag, pushing you both towards two curtained off dressing rooms.

"Um, I'm not really a model." You called out to nobody in particular.

Mammon sighed and you heard the rustling of fabric as he dressed.

"It's no use MC. Once she gets a vision, it's gonna happen. Hurry up and get dressed."

You unzipped the bag and your eyes widened at the little amount of fabric. You heard the witch yell out more directions in the distance and you pulled the dress on.

Either she really gauged your size quickly or the outfit was charmed. because the dress fit like it was tailor made for you. The fabric hugged your curves and fell in all the right places. You looked in the mirror in front of you and gasped. The dress had cut outs along the sides and a keyhole cut, showing off ample cleavage. How the hell were you going to walk out of there in front of everyone in this?!

"Ya done, MC?" Mammon called out. You took another look at yourself before swallowing down your nerves and sliding on the attached heels.

"Uh...yeah." You pulled back the curtain.

"Let's g-" Mammon's words trailed off as he glimpsed you in the revealing dress. Your face felt hot as you could see his eyes roam down your body, taking in each slit of the fabric and down your bare legs. Your hands wrapped around yourself.

“I look ridiculous Mammon! I can’t go out like this!” You whispered, unsuccessfully covering yourself with your arms. Mammon, who hadn’t closed his mouth since earlier, finally snapped back.

“Ya look…” he never finished the thought, because you both were being shoved back to the set by the pair of demons from before.

“Ahh! Marvelous! This is going to be the TALK of Devilgram!” The witch clapped her hands together. She squinted and started positioning the two of you.

“Mammon, darling, wrap your hand on her waist, yes just like that. MC, is it? Turn your head to Mammon’s neck. A little closer…”

You were pressed against Mammon, your lips practically attached to the soft skin of his neck. You could smell his cologne and were hyper aware of his hand splayed on your hip. She adjusted you both slightly, arching your back more and repositioning Mammon’s arms. Finally she stepped back.

“Perfect! Now look into each other’s eyes.”

You looked up and met Mammon’s golden eyes. Maybe it was the cologne or the fact that you were tangled in his arms, but your heart raced as you stared into each other’s gaze. Flashbulbs went off around the two of you and you could vaguely hear the witch making orders to the photographer, but the two of you were consumed with each other.

“Your heart’s racin’ MC. Must be because you’re next to the Great Mammon after all.” He whispered, a grin threatening to spread on his face.

“Shut up, I’m fine.” You hissed through your teeth, though you could feel your skin heating up. Damn photo lights.

“I need something that will push this over the edge. Something...that exudes sexiness…” the witch muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Hey MC, ya trust me?” Mammon asked and you nodded, confused. One of his hands splayed on your lower back and he pressed his lips to the sensitive spot right below your ear. His hand pushed you close to him, arching your back and the flashbulbs went off rapidly.

“Perfect!! Sensual and daring! I can feel the animalistic ferality!” the witch cried out.

You were at a loss for words and your eyes closed as Mammon slipped his tongue out to lap at your skin.

“Shhh…” He breathed into your neck. From the outside, the two of you looked like professional models, albeit in a suggestive pose. Inside though, your heart was jackhammering in your chest as he nipped at your ear lobe. You felt something poke your thigh and looked down.

“Mammon! Are you…hard?”

“Ya think I could control myself when you look like that? Fuck MC…” the rest of his words were muffled as his breath tickled your neck and you tried to maintain your composure. After what felt like an eternity, the director cut the shoot for the day.

“Great work Mammon, Y/N!” The witch barked out, turning to discuss something with the crewmates. Mammon ushered you towards your dressing rooms, but pulled you into a dark office in the back of the building.

Immediately, he latched himself to your neck, pressing kisses down the column of your throat.

“So fuckin’ hot MC. Fuck it took all I had to keep from fuckin’ ya right there.” He panted out as he bit hickeys onto the tops of your breasts. He tugged down the dress, causing it to rip open.

“Shit! Mammon, that was probably a million dollars!” You wailed, eyes widening.

He continued his assault on your chest, unfazed. “Fuck it. Shouldn’t have looked so fuckin’ good, babe.” His fingers ran down your skin, now freed from the dress and he squeezed at every inch of your curves. You shivered as his fingers trailed down your hips, pulling you closer to him.

“Mammon, someone might see us! We can’t do –”

You lost your words as he continued to kiss down your tummy, feeling his warm breath inching closer to your heat.

“Fuck...I wanted this so damn long. I wan’a taste every inch of ya, babe.” He whispered into your skin, tugging down your panties. Immediately, he buried his tongue inside you, lapping at your soaked folds. His painted nails dug into the flesh of your thighs, as he strained to explore every bit of you. Biting your lip, you tangled your fingers into his snow-white hair, gently tugging him closer into you. A low whine escaped his lips and the vibration had your body trembling.

“Fu-fuck Mammon...don’t stop, please…” Your words were strained as he slid his fingers across your skin and teased your entrance. The cool tiles on the wall pressed against your back as you gave into him, letting him devour you.

His tongue moved in a frenzy as he plunged two fingers inside you. Your vision blurred and your grip on his hair tightened, feeling as though if you didn’t hold on, you would float away in a euphoric rush.

“That’s it babe...ya gonna cum for me? Cum in my mouth baby, lemme taste it.” Mammon panted as his fingers curled inside you, his lips enclosing around your clit.

You cried out as you felt your body release on his lips. Groaning into your cunt, he slid his tongue up your folds, attempting to drink every drop from you. Your body twitched with sensitivity.

“F-fuck…’s too much.” You panted out. He slowly pulled away, his dark skin glistening with your juices and looked up at you. His gleaming eyes met yours as he stood up and pulled you into a tender kiss. You could taste the sweet tang of yourself on his tongue as he pulled you impossibly close.

Finally breaking apart, you looked up at him with hazy eyes. The two of you looked drunk on lust and wordlessly you pulled at the buttons on his shirt as he undid his belt. Your fingertips traced the muscles on his chest, down his abdomen and you shivered at the hungry look he had on his face. You could see the tent in his boxers and he looked down at you, as if to ask you for consent.

Nodding, you pushed down the waistband of his boxers, freeing his cock. A prominent ridge ran across, separating the tan shaft from the reddish tip. Precum glistened on the tip and you could feel your cunt clench at the idea of him inside you.

Mammon, the normally blabbermouth brother, seemed lost for words. His cockiness was gone, replaced with a softness for you, the vulnerable side of him only you got to see. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him into another kiss.

“I want you so bad Mammon...please make love to me.” The words pressed into his neck like a fiery brand and he growled before lifting you onto the table and pushing himself into you. You hissed. Though he had prepped you, he was still thick and he slowed, searching your face for any discomfort. With a slight nod, your eyes fluttered as he bottomed out in you.

“You feel so good, my beautiful girl. Perfect baby…”, he whispered praises as he shallowly humped into you. You could feel the drag of his cock on your walls and you rocked to meet his thrusts. He had one hand on your lower back, the other propping the two of you up on the table and the feeling of being surrounded by him, as he gently fucked you on his cock had you gripping at his back muscles.

“Yes...right there. Faster, ohh.” You breathed out as he plunged deeper into you, speeding up his rhythm at your request. The wood of the desk creaked and you knew if anyone was outside the door they would be able to tell exactly what the two of you were doing. But you were drunk on lust, dizzy in Mammon and he was infatuated with you, staring down at your heaving breasts as he pounded into you.

Your nails dig into his skin and his grip on you tightened as he pressed his lips to yours, swallowing your moans. You could feel the sweat plastering his hair to his skin and with every thrust, his body seemed to scream your name.

“Not gonna be able to...hold out much longer babe. You’re squeezin’ me so tight, fuck…” He panted into your neck, licking at the salty skin and leaving soft bites. You could feel the coil in your belly tighten as your body began to tense up. Wrapping your legs around him, you forced him into you deeper. Whimpers fell from his mouth as you bit on his shoulder.

“Fuck, fuck Mammon, I’m–” You cried out as you gushed around his cock. With a few more thrusts, Mammon yelped and pulled you against him as he spilled his seed into you. You could feel his cock throb inside you and he let out a low groan as he slowly pulled out, the mixture of the two of you spilling onto the desk and your thighs.

Your body felt wobbly and he gently laid you back on the desk. Your eyes closed and soon you felt a cloth cleaning you.

“Mmm...you’re such a sweetheart when you wanna be…” you smiled before looking down at the demon. Your eyes widened.

“MAMMON ARE YOU USING THE MILLION DOLLAR DRESS AS A CUM RAG?!”

He shrugged.

“Looks like we’ll just have to book another gig to pay it back, babe.”

#obey me #obey me smut #mammon x mc #omswd smut #mammon smut

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segredosjogados · 2 years

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Let it burn

✨🖤🦐

When you got hired to teach Jack Harlow how to dance, you got a little nervous. You knew who Jack was and he was a player, but did he have the moves?

It took two weeks to find out he actually did. Jack was learning easily the steps and doing his homework. He recorded himself dancing, missing some steps, ok, and sending to you whenever the time zone was. So he invited you to go to South America with him so he would be sharp for Grammys night.

You hesitated because you could not leave the studio behind but everybody encouraged you to go. It's a work trip you assured yourself.

Even though Jack was a fast learner, he was also a good flirter. Dancing something in slow tempo was always a challenge. Jack too close to your neck, moving behind you at the same time as you was something out of this world. And he loved it as much as you did.

This one night you taught him how to make the moves for "Burn" by Usher. It started off slowly, face to face. Then two steps aside, and you took the lead because he was supposed to chase you. Having his fresh breath and the undefeated LV fragrance hunting you made it more special. After, for the chorus, you had to be too close, almost touching lips.

"You're making it difficult" he said during the dance. You closed your eyes.

"Follow it, Jack, we can't" you said.

"Why not, ma, nobody's here, you're making me burn" he replied. You finally gave in. You were the first to touch lips. Jack responded immediately, pulling you closer from your waist. He bit your lips, making you groan in response, but loosing your body to his touch. You caressed his sweaty curly hair, tracing down later to his spine. Your bodies were so close that from afar they would be seen as one. The song kept on repeat, you two not detaching lips for no reason.

"Can... we..." he started saying in between the kiss but before he finished it, you replied.

"Yes, but here?" you smiled a little, getting more burn from the though of doing it on the dance flor.

Jack grabbed you by the waist and you curled your legs around his waist. He took you to the wall, never breaking the kiss. He was between your legs and the New Balance's sports shorts he had made it so easy to notice everything. You kept your eyes closed, sinking in every movement he made with your body. Your breath matched his.

"Just... go down" he said. You nodded. You stood on your feet and turned around. Jack moved around so he was facing the huge room mirror that went from one wall to another. You kneeled, pulling his pants down, seeing his muscle move angrily in front of you, needy. You took it in, letting the music tempo dictate your pace. Jack's breath was out of control. He coordinated your head to get you to go deeper or a way he wanted. It was easy to do it. You felt his knees trembling from time to time, which made you mentally understand he was being pleased. When he came, you let it in. You stood up again, pecking his lips and picking up his hand and guiding it to your dancing pants. You needed that, and he was down for it. He let you guide his hand. He loved it, so did you. A gentle moan came from your mouth. Then the movements got circular, repetitive, faster, stronger. Jack let you burn for quite some time, seeing your face melt in pleasure.

When you finished, you embraced each other like you knew one another from ages. Your heart was fast like a Nascar car, and his chest wasn't that heavy on yours.

This one night was the reason you didn't want to go. After that, Jack kept treating you like merely his teacher. But the flirting was over. He was following the steps like a robot sometimes. The fun was over. You felt so ridiculous. You let his charm fool you. And it could destroy your reputation or career. The invitation to go to South America was so out of place... but you went.

------ I'm a fan of loose ends girlies, enjoy this one --------

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow fanfics #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x you

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cheekygreenty · 3 years

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A Little Death - The Darkling x Reader

Enemies-to-lovers, one bed trope AND smut. You’re welcome 🖤

The mission went terribly, just as you said it would. You were always known to voice your concerns during meetings and this one was no different but he hadn't bothered to take your criticism into account.

The big bad Darkling couldn't stand you for that very reason or so he told himself. You were loud, outspoken, rude, and a control freak. You clashed and fought but he kept you there for perspective reasons, even though he never listened to you, like ever.

You laughed when the mission turned sour, earning yourself a glare from everybody, including him. If it wasn't the hours of sleep you lost to carry out the stupid mission in the first place, you would be heading toward Os Alta by now, but no. Everyone was tired and hungry and practically begging for a proper bed and not a makeshift cot in a tent, you included.

Vacancy was lit, the guests were checking in

You waited as the colorful keftas dispersed into the inn and as you approached the innkeeper to grab your keys, he hesitated.

'Only one room left.' He looked afraid to say it, does he think I need more than one? The confused look on your face kept until you saw General Kirigan appear out of the corner of your eye, looking right at you with a displeased look.

'Will it fit two people?'

'Yes Sir'

'Alright then, Y/L/N you're with me.' He took the keys and gestured for you to walk through the archway but you couldn't believe your ears. This man was the General of the Second-Army, almost as rich as the King but he had to share a room, with me no less?! Of all the bloody people on this journey, it obviously has to be me.

You bit back the rude remark that sat at the tip of your tongue and gave a curt nod. It's just one night and I'm ready to pass out.

'After you General' You forced a smile and watched as his irritation grew. Although you hated the man, you had to admit he was incredibly handsome, you weren’t blind. His dark onyx eyes always stood out against the pale of his skin, and the perfectly quiffed jet-black hair practically begged to have your fingers running through it.

His cape whirled around him as he walked past you, breaking you out of your trance. You guessed he knew where he was going as he ascended the wooden stairs and climbed to the top. Out of boredom, you counted the room numbers you passed not paying attention to him and stopped when you walked right into his rock-solid back. 'Saints- I'm sorry.' You blundered. I think that's the first time I've ever said sorry to him. He ignored you and walked into the room, inspecting it closely. You did too, but were cut short when you noticed the absence of another bed.

The room was fit for two

'There's only one bed' You dead-panned. You thought for a moment, looking around for a couch, an armchair, anything, but came up empty-handed. 'This is just great.' You sighed and looked to him. He had shed his heavy cape and donned his black kefta, staring at the one bed the same way you did.

'Well? What are we going to do?' You threw your hands up in exasperation 'Perhaps they have a tub I can-'

'Don't be ridiculous Y/N.' Y/N? I think that's the first time he's called me by my name.

'I meant to go wash, General. It's been a long week.' As opposed to some of the others, including the General, you had stayed in a tent over the past 2 days to gather intel. He and his flock stayed in inns and hotels, bathing in luxury and warmth.

'Yes, of course.' He stared into your eyes, holding your gaze for a hot minute before you looked away, suddenly feeling shy.

You put the bed situation at the back of your mind as you fetched some warm water and washed the grime of failed missions off. So much wasted time, all because nobody would listen to you, he wouldn't listen to me. If he weren't so gorgeous, I would kill him in his sleep.

Once you felt clean enough and your hair began to dry, you walked out of the washroom, enveloped by a towel as you searched your pack for anything you could sleep in. Perhaps the bath fogged up your mind, for you completely forgot the General was sharing the small space with you.

'You know you talk to yourself?' His voice scared the living daylights out of you. He was sitting back lazily against the headboard of the bed in his shirt and breeches smirking to himself. 'I think conspiring my death is reason enough for prison, is it not?' You couldn't tell if he was joking.

'I never said I would.' You bit back, grasp tightening around the flimsy towel.

'Because I'm too gorgeous?' He stood up from the bed and walked over to you. You never registered how much taller he was than you as his eyes scanned you up and down, like a predator hunting its prey.

'I need to get dressed, General'

'Hmmm, yes I can tell.' He took a bit of hair that hung in front of your face and held it between his fingers, the action sending waves of arousal through you, What- No. He was dangerously close, you could feel his breath tickle your ear and he was bound to hear your pounding heartbeat. But alas he moved away, sashaying into the washroom leaving you alone. I need a cold bath.

***

You were dressed for bed now, curled up on the left side of the bed. You were trying to sleep, really trying, but knowing he was laying right next to you only heightened your insomnia.

You knew he was awake too and he did little to hide it amongst the deafening silence of the room. You could feel the heat coming from his body, radiating an invitation for you to join him. You huffed loudly and turned again for the umpteenth time that hour, attempting to escape the weird tension in the room.

'Can't sleep?'

'Obviously.' Even in the dark, you knew he was smirking.

'I know something that would help.' Suddenly he was on top of you, caging you in with a hand at the sides of your head. You could feel the bare skin of his arm and chest as he slightly pressed down onto you, signaling that he wasn't wearing the black silk shirt anymore. Wherever his skin brushed against yours, it ignited that longing and need in you and it felt addictive.

I want you to touch me

'What are you doing? I thought you hate me.' Your proximity allowed for you to see the slight glistening of his eyes. They had an edge to them, a darkness you'd never seen before or never paid attention to.

'You're one to speak.' Taking one hand from beside your head, he so very slowly traced the side of your face, and your breath caught in your throat as he continued his way down your neck and further, stopping at your thigh where your nightgown had bunched up. 'I think it's time we stop this charade of ours.' As you concentrated on the feel of his fingers against your burning skin, he moved his head into the crook of your neck, his breath hot and exhilarating as he spoke.

'What charade' Your words came out with a deep exhale in anticipation of his actions.

'The one where we both pretend we don't want to fuck each other's brains out.'

Your eyes flew open at his crude remark but shut right back again as his lips gently kissed your collarbone and made their way up to your jaw, getting increasingly rough as he traveled. His hand at your thigh sneaked its way under the gown and now gripped your bare hip in a tight hold. 'What do you say?' His lips were now at yours, touching them as he spoke. All your logic flew out the window of the dingy inn. You didn't care that this was your General, or that he could kill you in an instant, all that mattered was that you needed him, and he wanted you.

'Ye-'

Before you even finished, his lips were hot on yours, devouring you in a bruising kiss. He pressed into you harder and if you had any reservations about his feeling towards you, they were flushed away as he made his arousal for you obvious. It fueled you, awoke your need to control with a jolt.

You fought for dominance, letting your mouth duel for any scrap of authority you could have over the man, but he kept you wrapped around his finger, tightening his grasp on you while simultaneously letting your mind run free with thoughts of him and only him. He was dangerous; intimidating.

She sought death on a queen-sized bed.

He began to pull away but to your surprise he only hauled you up with him, taking your thighs and forcing you into a straddle around his lap, not once letting his lips leave your body.

'You do it on purpose, don't you? Vexing and riling me up in front of others-' He took hold of the nightgown and pulled it up over your head before roughly grabbing your chin and letting his lips brush against your now swollen ones '-I swore to myself if you did it again, I would've thought you a lesson right before their very eyes.'

The General was quick to pull you back into him, bare chests pressed together and heartbeats merging into one. Your hips moved on their own accord, slowly drawing circles around his bulge.

'General I didn't take you for a man that stalled.' You spoke against his lips. You were done with his words, you needed his actions.

I want you to touch me there

Make me feel like I am breathing

At that, his hand let go of its deathly grip on your waist and quickly went to your core. Letting a deep growl out at your dripping wetness, he plunged a finger deep into you as his palm stroked your clit at an excruciatingly painful pace, too slow for your liking. You couldn't help keep the whimper down and he had the audacity to chuckle at your neediness.

'And I didn't take you to be so impatient.' He nipped at your shoulder as he picked up his pace, earning a series of moans from you. It was like music to his ears.

With your head against his chest, you rode your wave of pleasure out with his fingers still inside you, milking your first orgasm of the night.

Almost immediately he had you under him again and before you could register with your eyes, you felt the head of his cock nudging at your sensitive bud, as if begging for entry. It sent shivers up your spine, seeing him there at your mercy. He ran across your wet folds again and a throaty moan echoed around the room. Are you sure he's at your mercy?

You coaxed him to enter and once he did you felt euphoria. He stretched you out to your limits, filled you until you bottomed out. His eyes were tightly shut as he basked in the comfort of you. It felt just as good to be buried in you as it did to kiss you. You enveloped his senses and his mind. You were the only thing that mattered to him at that very moment.

'Saints Y/N.' His forehead fell against yours as he thrust in and out of you, bearing his weight on the arm not holding your thigh up.

Despite the pleasure clouding your mind and vision, you managed to grab at his vulnerability and flip you both around. He didn't fight back, only grabbed hold of the back of your neck to kiss you deeply as you pounded down onto him. His hold on your hip was deadly, bound to bruise. He liked the thought of marking you as his.

You came with a strangled cry, the pulsing around his length sending him into a frenzy of his own as your name spilled out like a prayer from his lips. It took a while for you to catch your breath and return to your natural state. But it didn't last long before the events of the night were repeated and more marks were littered across your body.

It was only then that you fell asleep, thoroughly spent and exhausted, awaiting the next time you could defy him.

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anashins · 3 years

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Another Kind of Blackmailing

Title: Another Kind of Blackmailing

Pairing: Ten x You

Genre: (slight dark) romance, smut, tsundere!ten, fluff in the end

Warnings: toxic behavior, loooong fingering session, protected sex

Word Count: 4.163

Summary: Ten has always been a shadow in your friend group - that is what you thought. But when he demands sex in order to keep his mouth shut for something you have done that might ruin lives, you learn that he loves to stand out between the sheets.

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His smirk was sly, the corner of his lips tilted up, but not radiating happiness. He was wearing an expression of which you couldn’t tell whether he was kind or the polar opposite. His dark hair was cut at the sides, the part on the top framing his forehead and giving him a touch of innocence which was emphasized by the sparkles in his eyes - but he was far from innocent.

It was his smile. His smile told you otherwise and betrayed his kind eyes.

His name was Ten. You knew him, more or less.

He was the best friend of your friend’s boyfriend, and apart from just getting a glimpse at him every now and then when you guys went out together, you basically knew nothing about him.

Ten had been introduced to you when your friend Hana announced her relationship to his best friend one night you had been out together with the whole clique. It had been a solemn, nonchalant and fun evening at the bar, everyone joking and fooling around, yet it was always Ten who stood out – in a very peculiar way.

He was always there physically, but at the same time, his presence was hard to be noticed. He was like a shadow, following his friends everywhere, and like a shadow, he had also behaved. He hadn’t talked much, had never made conspicuous motions or any other acts that stood out.

Ten always stayed in the background, smooth, calm and quiet – it was always like he wasn’t there at all.

So he surprised you even more when he had suddenly appeared in front of your apartment. You both had been out with your friends the night before and spent the majority of the night in the club. It wasn’t even midday yet and you were still hungover, even after a long, hot shower. The unwanted visitor had happened to appear right before you were about to go back to bed and relax for the rest of the day.

You didn’t know what to expect from Ten’s sudden visit. You stared at him, in surprise and slight shock, because out of all people, you hadn’t expected him to ever look for you. You had never exchanged any words aside from plain hellos and goodbyes. The rest of the time, he was a shadow for you.

However, now that his intense gaze was meeting yours, accompanied by that sly smile, you had the feeling that you were actually facing the real Ten for the first time.

“What do you want?” you asked, your grip tightening around the door knob as every possible reason for his visit flashed through your mind, but none of them actually made sense.Why would a boy you didn’t know suddenly seek you out?

“Well,” he started, and you wondered how soothing his voice sounded. Had you ever heard him speaking properly before? “Won’t you already know by now why I’m here or do I need to jog your memory?”

He grinned at you as you frowned, shifting his position as he rummaged through the pocket of his jeans. Shortly after, he pulled out his phone and unlocked it.

It was the moment in which he began to grin even wider that made your heart almost stop, and like a lightning that shot through your body, you suddenly knew what he might know as well. It was almost ridiculous how this event had been erased from your memories so fast. Probably because to you, it didn’t matter at all because nobody had seen it.

Or so you had thought.

“What if your beloved best friend finds out that you kissed her boyfriend?” Ten asked as he stared at his display, that damn smirk still lingering on his lips, and you wondered whether it would ever vanish.

“Look,” you started in panic. This was not possible. You had thought you could easily brush it under the carpet and forget about the incident, but things apparently turned out to be so much more complicated with evidence in the form of a picture now. “I can explain this. It’s not like how it looked. Actually—“

“Ah!” Ten lifted a finger and waved it to the right and left as though he wanted to chide you. “He is my best friend as well, and I can’t watch how everything will go downhill in his relationship because of you.”

“But that’s not true!” you protested and almost stomped your feet on the ground.

This Ten guy was mischievous and cunning enough to just jump to conclusions with only a simple picture as evidence. He didn’t even know the story behind it! It really made you scared of what he was possibly capable of with the snapped photo.

“I don’t need your poor explanations,” he returned, now sounding more serious than before, and it made you freeze for a second.

You didn’t know this guy at all, yet he possibly held your future in his hands. He could make your best friend and clique leave you and ruin a relationship if he only said one false word. He could twist and turn the story to make you the one who had behaved wrongly, although it had been the other way around.

If he was going against you, for whatever reason he might have, your life would break apart. Inwardly, you cursed at Ten because you and his best friend had agreed on forgetting about the incident and letting it pass.

“Why? What do you want?” you pressed through gritted teeth.

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Ten’s lips were surprisingly soft and warm on your neck, not rough and demanding at all. Yet, your body was stiff under his ever since he had placed you onto the bed. You didn’t make a move, because you wanted to show him that you were still mad over this whole situation, but against your expectations, he had been utterly gentle with you.

And you started to like it.

With a certain mindfulness, he had undressed you, and although you hadn’t looked at him, keeping your sight stubbornly to the ceiling, you had felt his hands moving under your shirt and surprisingly, they were soft as well, lifting your shirt up and undressing you without making you feel uncomfortable, not even the slightest bit.

It felt odd to be touched by a guy you didn’t know that cautiously, even if you overlooked the part that he wanted your body as a reward to keep his mouth shut. Though, you couldn’t go against him since that picture could destroy so many people's lives.

Ten was an asshole, was the first thing you had thought when he dragged you to the bed, and you wouldn’t have agreed on it if you hadn’t had one night stands before which made it probably easier to accept - or was it the mere thought that he was utterly attractive as well that you couldn’t resist to get a little taste of him?

Yet, regardless of how much you promised yourself not to enjoy it, not to give in, you still had built a certain affection towards the situation, towards him.

For someone who had blackmailed you into having sex with him, Ten was gentler, more attentive, more careful. He hadn’t kissed you on the lips yet. Instead, he had removed your shirt and pants without any hectic, but with ease, cautious as to not touch you too roughly or on the wrong spots.

Ten was now pulling down your bra straps, sliding them along your shoulders as his fingertips moved over your skin like a feather which made you shiver slightly while he removed your bra. You closed your eyes for a moment as he went down on you and placed your legs carefully over his shoulder. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and dragged the clothing down to have you fully undressed in front of him.

He took his time undressing you, and regardless of how strange the circumstances seemed, you grew comfortable with the way he treated you – not as an actual reward, a thing, but as someone to actually appreciate wholly.

When you opened your eyes, you were directly looking into his as his face was hovering above yours. It was then when you realized that he wasn’t a shadow in the back anymore, but someone who had now stepped out of the background and pulled you into his world where only the two of you existed.

His gaze wandered down for a moment and you couldn’t tell whether he was looking at a certain spot on your body or whether he was only thinking of something, but when he locked your gazes again, you could see a flash of insecurity on his cheeks in the color of rose.

You reached out your hands and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him a little closer so that the tips of your nose almost touched. It was strange that, besides the fact that this was all just a business, you grew a certain craving for what he was doing to you. Perhaps, you thought, perhaps this was not going to be so bad like you had imagined after all.

Ten himself was not like you had imagined, that was for sure. You had always ignored the shade, seeking for the sun, but now that he was enveloping you, there was no turning back. He was too intriguing.

“Kiss me,” you said, and as though Ten had only been waiting for your permission, he instantly locked your lips within a second.

It was not a passionate and heated kiss from the beginning, but a rather surprisingly mellow one with his warm lips on yours. You had imagined how they would feel on yours when he had caressed your neck, but the reality was so much more beautiful than your fantasies. His movements against your lips were slow and intensive, more chaste than lewd. As he deepened the kiss, he rolled his tongue with yours, passionate enough to make you crave for more.

You didn’t want him to stop – and he didn’t.

Where your hands had been on his neck before, you now tried to discover his body like a map, letting yourself get lost in the landscape. You trailed your hand over his shoulder, feeling every inch of his skin that was unexpectedly soft. His muscles flexed under your touches as you wandered with your hand down his upper arm, shifting it to his chest to let it rest there.

You could feel his heartbeat, fast and jumpy, and if he hadn’t been kissing you at this moment, you could have let out a chuckle. Was he nervous? For someone so cool and mischievous before, he was quite pantsy now.

But your last thought quickly vanished when he suddenly caused an intensive feeling to spread through your body that made you moan into his mouth shamelessly.

“Mhmm!”

You closed your eyes and grabbed onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin as you felt how his slender fingers glided further into you. He smiled against your lips as he parted from you. His movements inside you had made your breathing become irregular. All you could see was that mischievous smirk from before again, and you started to hate it once more, yet you didn’t want him to stop.

“More?” Ten whispered, his lips close to yours.

He slid his fingers in and out of you, slowly, to tease, then faster, to heat up things, your hot walls always welcoming him with a certain anticipation. Whenever he slowly pulled out, he expected you to make a sound in order for him to push them back in. Tit for tat.

“Yes,” you purred.

“More?” Ten repeated, his lips slightly brushing over your lobe and his voice seductively stroking your ear.

You bit your lip and nodded, telling him, “Yes, yes!” to emphasize that you truly meant it.

By now, you had already forgotten about the picture, about his reward – and apparently, he had too. As two of his slender fingers dipped back into you, you weren’t able to think of anything anymore but him. No shadow, no darkness, only pure delight.

You scratched his neck as he pushed his fingers further into your centre, causing you to gasp out of surprise and rapture. The only lifeline was his own body over yours as you held onto him, letting his movements make you drown in a sea of pleasure. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, sometimes so slow that it almost drove you mad and sometimes so fast that you thought you’d reach your peak very soon.

Ten’s expertise caused you to clench around his limbs, and it made you soaking wet with every move he conducted. You could also feel his own excitement increasing as he breathed irregularly against your ear, grinning in satisfaction as ragged moans escaped your lips.

“Aaaaahh!” you suddenly screamed loudly and opened your eyes widely as you grabbed firmer onto him.

He had found fun in playing with your clit, and you had brought your legs together over the sudden overstimulation on the sensitive bundle of nerves, but Ten reached down and spread you even wider for him.

“You said you wanted more,” he teased.

You turned your head aside and covered your mouth with your hands, muffling all the noises you were making as he played with your most sensitive spot. His thumb brushed over your clit, only lightly at first, increasing your anticipation for the former feeling even more. It was then when he started to pay special attention to that spot that you were having a hard time to hold back your moans.

He pressed his thumb on your mound, circling around the tip over and over again. He flicked your clit, caressed it with a certain pressure, and even used his other fingers to take it in between them and roll it tenderly to make the feeling of rapture more intense as you shamelessly spread even wider for him. With every motion, he had caused your orgasm to coil up in our groin.

As for now, you didn’t care whether your groans sounded shameful, you just let out every noise he caused you to make. You had grabbed the sheets to the left and right of you, entangling your hands in the fabric just because you thought you had to burst any time now.

And Ten loved it. He loved the shameless moans you let out, your suffering cries and your struggles to breathe. He loved how your body twitched and fidgeted under his touches, how he could make you so weak, and how you were obviously demanding for more.

Ten then pulled his other fingers out of you fully, leaving you as a whimpering mess, and you shouted out his name again, disappointed over the loss.

“Ten!”

His fingers were now sliding up and down your wet folds, dipping into your core every now and then just to pay attention to your clit again. He glided over your centre, along your folds, and teased your sensitive nub even more by stroking over it rather firmly, yet still tender. And with every stroke, he was almost triggering your orgasm to explode, yet he always withdrew again to pay attention to your folds.

Ten lowered his head and kissed your cleavage, and this act felt so intimate to you that you began to savor every touch of his lips on your skin. Without neglecting his work on your lower area, he kissed down to your breasts, caressing the thin and sensitive skin around your mound for a longer moment with long and warm kisses before he moved further to your peaks.

Taking your nipple in between his lips, he sucked on it and slid his tongue over your tip, making it more sensitive to his touches by covering it with his salvia. Withdrawing his mouth, he blew over the spot, letting you shiver slightly due to the coldness before he smirked and started to plant kisses on you again.

His free hand trailed up your bare side, wandering from your naked thigh carefully and affectionately up to your stomach, rested there for a while before he further traced to your other breast. He cupped it with delight and massaged it fondly with his hand.

There was a certain carefulness that came along with slight firmness which made you glory his touches and kisses so much. This was surely not about a reward anymore, but about two people who actually craved for one another and wanted to give in to the pleasure.

As Ten withdrew, you knew that he was going to go the whole way now, avoiding to let you cum in his hands and truthfully, you preferred to share this moment with him inside of you.

“Do you,” he began and you nodded.

“Nightstand.”

He took off his jeans and tossed it to the ground, rolling the condom over his length and then laid himself back on top of you. His face was right above yours, and you two were smiling at each other.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and turned your position so that he could easily place himself properly in between your legs, now feeling him against your center. Yet, Ten still waited for a little while, keeping your gazes locked, and you couldn’t see what was going through his mind, but you just wished for him not to stop.

And he didn’t.

He pushed into your core, slowly and deliberately, sliding into your hotness bit by bit while your wet walls were anticipating the moment he’d fill you out to the fullest. You closed your eyes for the moment and stroked the back of his neck, feeling every inch of him gliding into you further and further.

When he was fully inside you, he didn’t start to thrust directly. Instead, he leaned in and kissed your lips once again. And once again, you were surprised by how attentive he was, not wanting your body only, but also wanting you to feel good.

His moves were deliberate, and although he had started off slow and sensual, the gentleness was now mixed with firmness and strength. You could only break the kiss to breathe for air and catch your breath when he pumped in and out of you in a steady rhythm.

“Please, don’t stop,” you pleaded, and with a pleasant grin, Ten nodded and leaned in to caress your neck, planting hot, wet kisses on your sides as the slight moans you let out reached his ear like a melody he grew to love even more with every tone.

His thighs slid along yours while he had his arms propped on either side of your head for support. His skin brushed over yours when he pushed out just to slip into your hotness again, your wet walls clenching around his length with every thrust that he conducted. And the stronger he went on, the more you were pushed back into the mattress, the sheets already wet and soaked from the act.

You wrapped your legs around his middle, letting out a pleased “Aaaahhh…” as you felt him a little deeper and a little more intense than before, hitting the right spots in this angle. Your fingers dug into the skin of his back as Ten rocked both of your bodies rhythmically, pushing you forward with every thrust.

It was to both of your liking, and you wondered how perfectly your bodies matched, how you didn’t need to go through a certain state of awkwardness to find the right rhythm and how everything had gone so smoothly from the very start.

As Ten’s thrusts turned a bit sloppier and his movements a bit faster, you could feel that he was close, and so were you. He reached out to grab the headboard, his forehead glistening with sweat as he hovered over you. When you shifted your position a little, you spread your thighs a little further and lifted your bum a little higher.

And then you let out a cry of pleasure as another thrust triggered your climax. You could still feel him moving inside you, his lower body sliding against yours and his burning kisses on your skin, but everything turned into a blur as your orgasm hit, making you lightheaded and causing you to experience the most blissful feeling in the world. You let out a long moan, rolled your head back and held onto him as the waves of pleasure almost washed your senses away.

Your body shuddered under his as you slowly tried to catch your breath, your legs giving in and nearly falling apart, yet you didn’t let go of Ten. His upper body parted from yours and he held his head low as he gave you another long thrust, burying himself deep inside of you and reaching his climax with a groan.

He fell limply on top of you right after, your chests heaving on top of each other as you tried to catch your breaths.

“There is no picture,” Ten then blurted out as he rolled off of you, leaving you in a surprise by this sudden confession.

“What?” you asked bluntly, not really comprehending what he had just said.

Unexpectedly, he pulled you on his chest, laid your head in the spot between his arm and neck, and dragged the blanket over you two to cover your bodies.

“There is no picture,” he repeated, insecurity swaying in his tone as he stared at the ceiling. “There has never been one. I watched you both from the very beginning. I knew that it hadn’t been your fault that he went outside shortly after you did, and I also knew that he had mistaken you for your best friend since your hairstyle is the same. The darkness only added to the confusion. Not to mention that he was a little bit more drunk than he should have been. I knew that it was only a short peck in confusion and that you scolded him right afterwards.”

As for now, you didn’t really care about the story behind this bluff, because everything he had said was true. There was nothing you needed to clear up anymore, but there was another thing that made you think ever since he had mentioned it. You got up and supported your position with your elbow on the mattress as you leaned in to him.

“You knew all this time?” you asked perplexed, but rather surprised than angry. “You have followed me?”

As Ten turned his face to you, you could finally see his slightly flushed cheeks. It was only a light shade of pink, but it was there and suddenly, you smiled.

“To confess… I have been following you all this time,” he explained with a shyer voice. “My eyes were always on you whereas you never seemed to notice me. I’ve never had the guts to approach you for a decent conversation apart from hellos and goodbyes. When you went outside all by yourself last night, I thought I could finally gather enough courage to talk to you. But I saw you with him and I got mad, I guess.”

So, this was it. He had always been a shadow in the background, but he had always been your shadow, following you with his eyes silently, but with much affection – whereas it had been you who had shut him out from everything, but mostly, from your own attention.

Behind the façade, Ten was only a shy guy who was probably awkward with people, a bit insecure and too shy to approach a girl that he liked. Behind that façade, Ten had been jealous that someone else could have taken interest in the girl he had laid his eyes on. His jealousy and madness had led him to act on his feelings - childish and catty as he had gone overboard with blackmailing you.

But Ten had never treated you wrongly.

His tenderness and carefulness had constantly proven to you that you could have stopped whenever you wanted him to, he had always been waiting for your own responses to his acts, never demanding too much.

Behind the mischievous smile, there was only a shy boy who wanted to get to know the girl he liked.

“Hey Ten,” you started after a while, and now it was you who wore that sly grin, “do you like me?”

And now, the redness coloring his cheeks couldn’t be missed that easily anymore. It was enough of an answer for you. With a laugh, you laid yourself beside him again, and with pleasure, he wrapped his arm around your middle and pulled you a little closer.

“How about a date later?” he muttered after a moment while he played with some strands of your hair.

With a smile, you answered happily, “That would be great.”

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ray-ray-writings · 3 years

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No Worries-Technoblade

#256 and 257 from this prompt list. Check out my masterlist here!

This is a Techno x gn!reader in the dreamsmp! I hope you enjoy!

Y/N’s been missing for almost a week and the one person that should be worried about them most isn’t worried at all, which upsets some people.

Third Person POV

Everyone was freaking out. Y/N had been missing for a few days and no one knew where they were, not even their boyfriend Techno. Niki had been the first one to notice. Usually Y/N shows up Saturday mornings to help prep the bakery as Saturday was usually her busiest day. But when they didn’t show, Niki went to their house to try and find them. No one was home. There was no note, no warning, no anything. They had just disappeared. Niki told a few people and all weren’t too worried at first. The excuse that maybe they had gone on a short adventure and forgot to tell anyone. Techno wasn’t too worried and that seemed to calm people’s nerves.

So everyone went on with their day. Day turned into night and then night back into day and they still were nowhere to be found. Once again, a little bit of panic seemed to rise through the people of the server. Their worries were once more brought to Techno who once again waved them off. Y/N was a big kid and they could take care of themselves if push really came to shove. Tensions settled once more.

This continued for three more days. Everyone worrying and Techno down playing their worries. His seemingly disintrence in the subject sparked rumors to fly throughout L’Manberg. Maybe Techno never really cared about Y/N. Maybe he hired some hitman to take them away in the middle of the night. Maybe Techno disposed of them himself. They were ridiculous, but when something doesn’t make sense, people tend to jump to conclusions.

Almost a week had passed since anyone had seen or heard from Y/N. Y/N was well loved on the server and it hurt everyone that they had gone so long without seeing their friend. A small group of people worked up the nerve to go to Techno’s house and demand answers.

“Techno!” Tubbo shouted as he pounded on the pink haired man’s front door, “Open up! We need to talk to you!” Confused at the sudden appearance of the young President, Techno swung open his front door to find a small angry mob on his front porch. The mob consisted of Niki, Tommy, Tubbo, Quackity, Fundy, Ranboo, and Ghostbur. All, but Ghostbur, had angry looks on their face while Ghostbur didn’t seem to know what was going on.

“Hello Techno!” Ghostbur greeted the Blood God with a big grin and wave. “Hello Ghostbur. And everyone else. To what do I owe the pleasure,” He questioned the mob with a raised eyebrow. “Where is Y/N?” Tommy demanded. Techno rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, “I told you. I don’t know. They must be out adventuring. They’ll be back any day now. Now if you’ll excuse me,” Techno made an attempt to shut the door, but someone’s hand stopped it. Quackity stood there, fire in his eyes, hand pressing the door open. “They’ve been missing since Friday and you’re not worried?” He questioned harshly. Techno let out a small chuckle at the thought of being worried about Y/N. “They’re missing. Not dead. If they were dead, I would have seen it by now. We all would have seen it by now” Techno announced, motioning to his right arm. He was right. If Y/N had died, they all would have been notified.

“You’re really not worried about your partner?” Fundy prodded, stepping up so that he was next to Quackity. Techno chuckled once more, shaking his head at the question, “It is obvious you don’t know Y/N as much as you think you do.” Everyone made some sort of noise of protest. All of them would like to think that you’re one of their closest friends! Of course they know you well! Don’t they?

Tubbo opened his mouth to ask what Techno meant by that, but was cut off by someone behind him. “What are you guys talking about?” Everyone in the group whipped around at the sound of that familiar voice.

*POV Switch*

Y/N’s POV

A smile fell onto my face as I saw the warm glow of my boyfriend’s house in the distance. I had gone on what I thought would be a short journey to a not so nearby village to get a book I needed for my enchantments. On my way there, I ran into a pillager captain. Not thinking anything of it, I killed it and went on my way. Only I forgot about a small thing that happens when you kill a captain. You get a bad omen.

So there I was, waltzing into the village in search of a librarian to trade with, when boom! A raid starts. Well I couldn’t just trigger the raid and then leave, that would be so wrong. I helped the Iron Golem defend the village. It took a few days because it was 2 v all of them. Nevertheless, we won. I got quite a bit of loot from the dead bodies of the pillagers, including two totems of undying. After all was said and done, I began to do what I went there for. The Villagers were kind enough to give me a discount on all of my tradings for protecting them, even though I was the one that made it so they needed protecting. I stayed for a few extra days to make sure that everyone was okay and healthy. Once I was sure, I set off back toward home with my riches.

As I grew closer, I was greeted with the sight of many of my friends standing on Techno’s front porch. It caused me to grin. I really did miss my friends while I was gone. My slow pace turned into a jog as I grew nearer and nearer. As I got closer I began to hear part of their conversation. “-Would have seen it by now…” “You’re really not worried about your partner?” I heard Fundy question. I came to a stop behind the group with a furrowed brow. “It is obvious you don’t know Y/N as much as you think you do.” Techno responded. “What are you guys talking about?” I questioned, extremely confused as to what I had just stumbled upon.

In sync, all heads whipped toward me. “Y/N!” They all cried. I brought my hand up and gave them a small wave, “Hell-OH!” I let out as the weight of seven bodies hit me. Everyone began speaking at once causing all meaning to be lost in the noise. I was able to catch a few words such as ‘missing’ and ‘worried’ but other than that, I was lost.

“GUYS!” I finally shouted, breaking free from their clutches, “One at a time! What’s going on?” I questioned the group. The seven exchanged glances before Niki stepped close to me, “You were missing and nobody knew where you went and so we were worried.” Niki murmured, looking down to the ground. My heart melted at the words, “Oh Niki,” I murmured back, reaching forward and wrapping the girl in a tight hug. “I’m okay! I just had to go to the village.” I let go of the girl and gave the rest of the group hugs as well before making my way to my boyfriend. I greeted him with a big grin, which he returned, before placing a sweet kiss to his lips. After we broke apart, I turned back to the group as Techno wrapped his arm around my waist.

“So you said you had to go to the village. Why did it take you so long to come home?” Tubbo asked shyly. I let out a laugh as I thought about what had happened. “Oh well, it was supposed to be a short journey. And then I accidentally triggered a raid, so I had to fight that,” I stated casually, shrugging my shoulders. The group stared at me in shock. “You fought a raid? All by yourself?” Ranboo questioned a little star struck. “What? Like it’s hard?” The group was silent, just staring at me. “Did you guys not know that Techno personally trained me? Like All my PVP I’ve learned from him. I’ve got to say I’ve gotten pretty good!” I boasted proudly. Techno chuckled beside me, squeezing my hip and kissing the side of my head. “You sure have.”

“So that’s why you weren’t worried about them! You knew they could take care of themselves.” Techno rolled his eyes at Tommy’s statement. “Of course I knew they could. I was a little worried, but I knew they could handle themselves.” Techno’s confidence in me made me feel warm inside. “Well we’ll let you get settled and rest. I’m sure you’re tired from your traveling.” Niki said, reaching forward and tugging on everyone’s shirts getting them to slowly shuffle away. “Come by tomorrow, yeah? We all missed you a lot.” Niki requested with a smile. I returned the girl’s smile and nodded, “Yeah. I’ll definitely be by tomorrow to see everyone.” Niki gave me one final smile before ushering everyone away from Techno’s house.

Once everyone left our eyesight, Techno ushered me back inside his house. “Are you alright? Have any injuries you need me to look at?” He rushed, sitting me down on the living room couch. I laughed at his concern but shook my head. “Nah, I’m good. I did take a few hits, but the villagers took good care of me,” I answered, grinning at him. Techno returned my grin before sitting next to me, reaching down and holding my hand. “I really missed you love,” Techno hummed, pressing his lips against my forehead. I let out a sigh of content, my muscles relaxing at his touch. “I missed you too lover.”

The two of us sat there for a while, just enjoying each other’s company. Being away from my boyfriend from so long had taken a harder toll on me than the literal battle I fought just a few days prior. I really had missed my boyfriend. I let out a sigh as my eyes closed in exhaustion, “You ready to go to bed love?” Techno questioned softly. I tiredly nodded at his words, opening my eyes slightly to look at him, “Carry?” I pondered gently. Techno chuckled but nodded. He stood up and delicately picked me up, wrapping his arms around the middle of my back and pressing me tightly to him. Techno carefully walked down the hall and laid me down in his bed, quickly crawling into bed next to me.

Techno was quick to wrap himself around me and cuddle me tightly, causing me to sigh in content once more. “Thank you for believing in me” I whispered to my boyfriend. Techno smiled and kissed the bridge of my nose, “Of course love. You’re my little badass. I’ll always believe in you.” He murmured. I couldn’t help but giggle at his words. “I’m a badass,” I responded sleepily. Techno chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “Yes, you are love.” I sleepily smiled at his words, and buried myself into his chest, closing my eyes to fall asleep. I let out a yawn as the warmth of my boyfriend began to spread through my body. “I love you” I sleepily murmured out to my boyfriend. I felt Techno’s lips press against the top of my head before he also murmured, “I love you too”. And then I fell asleep, safe and content in my boyfriend’s arms, not a single worry in my head.

Oh god that ending sucked, but I hope you enjoyed it all the same! Be sure to leave a like if you did!!

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amive2567 · 3 years

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Ingredients:Shouto Todoroki x gn!Reader

Reader Information: Your quirk is healing, you have a faster ability to heal your own wounds, and you can heal others. (but the second part is not very important for the story)

Contains: angst to fluff, torture (like burning), kidnapping, hurt/comfort (?), arguments, not proof-read, (If i missed something pls tell me!)

Type of order: coffee (Angst), a small hot chocolate (a hint of fluff), a cupcake (Oneshot), a shot of pumpkin spice latte (a bit of reverse comfort)

Summary: After an argument with you and your husband you leave your apartment. Unfortunately the league of villains catches you and hides you. Will Todoroki be able to save you on time? What will happen to you and him?

Count of words: 2850

Pastry chef notes: I started this writing some months ago so getting back into it was a bit difficult, but I did it. Besides, I am finally breaking free from writer’s block.

Masterlist

"Why can't you understand? I am just saying that you should slow down a bit" you yelled at the heterochromatic boy. He nodded and said calmly "I understand, but I want to rescue people which is a full-time business. Therefore I can't slow down." "I need you more." you screamed and crossed your arms in front of your chest. "Now you're acting selfishly." Todoroki pointed out, you rolled your eyes. "Does that mean you don't love me anymore?" "That was not what I meant." he calmly added and you exploded. "It just was what you meant." "I love you Y/N." he slowly spoke and wanted to take your hand, but you turned your back on him. You didn't see the sad glimmer in his eyes. "If you would love me then you would make time for me. If you love me, you would be punctual to our dates. I would enjoy it if we could do more together, at least I thought so. Your work is more important than I am." Sadly you make your way towards the hallway. Your vision got clouded by the tears that were shimmering in your eyes. Because of that, you could hardly put your shoes on. "Where are you going?" he asked behind you as you opened the door. "I am going out for a walk." you answered harshly. With a last glance at his figure, you closed the door behind you and made your way to the park.

Your gut feeling told you that somebody was following you. As you turned around the corner you looked back over your shoulder only to find that nobody was there. Relaxed, your tensed shoulders fell. You kept walking, but this didn't last long as you bumped into someone. The surprising impact caused you to lose your balance, so you landed on the ground. "Oh, I am so sorry." You apologized swiftly and got up. "No problem, most girls fall for me." a raspy voice laughed. Your eyes looked up into two turquoise eyes which had a mischievous glint. Under his eyes were burn marks which got held together by medical staples. You wanted to give a snarky remark, but you were knocked on the head and passed out.

"Did I hit them too hard?" a deep voice asked. "I don't think so, Magne. Look, they are moving." a quirky voice answered. You opened your eyes slowly, the light of the room caused you a headache. You attempted to move, but your ankles got tied up. "I am sorry, this is just a precaution to prevent you from doing irrational things." A blue-haired man said as he scratched his neck. Your hands got held together with quirk reducing handcuffs. "What do you want?" You spat out. "Don't you think that the second-best hero arranges to find his little lover?" the blue-haired man asked. The red eyes gleamed with joy, at the thought that he could get rid of more heroes. "Now what do we do while we wait?" he asked. "We could taste their blood." suggested the blond-haired girl while she flipped her knife lazily in her right hand. "Don't be ridiculous Toga." hissed the guy with the staples. "You are such a spoilsport." she whined and put her knife back into her pocket. "I think we should do something to remind little Shoto of his mistakes." the black-haired suggested. Your eyes widened with terror as he slowly came nearer.

Todoroki paced through your whole apartment to find something that could distract him from the slight panic that arose in his chest. You were now gone for more than three hours, he knew that you needed your time, but that was unlike you. The sun had set off for a couple of hours now, and normally you would be home by now. He nearly crushed his phone with his hands as he called you. The phone chimed as it dialled your number, but when he was already hoping that you would pick up the mailbox answered. "Hello, at the moment I am not available please try it again in five minutes. If I am still not picking up then I may do some important stuff. See you around bye.'' The short beep ended your cheery voice and Shoto dialled your number, again, and again, but nothing happened; it was just the mailbox. Something was off, he felt it in his gut feeling. After seconds of staring against the wall, he dialled another number. The person on the other line accepted the call and Todoroki didn't even let the person speak. "Midoriya my spouse went missing.'' He came directly to the term and Midoriya on the other line just breathed in surprise. "Are you sure they aren't just out for too long? Maybe they met someone and talked to them." Midoriya recommended. "Can´t be we had a fight and she ran out. After she cleared her head, she wanted to come back, but that was two hours ago. Her walks usually take about thirty minutes to one hour." he told his best friend. "Alright, I am coming." he hung up and Shoto was greeted by the uneasy silence of the apartment. Somehow the once so warm and peaceful flat felt cold and unpleasant without you. He shook his head to get rid of the horrible thoughts that tried to form inside his mind. They are fine, they have to be fine, he said to himself as he paced inpatient back and forth, in front of the door. His thoughts were racing with possible villains that could use you as a trap. If they got him out of the way, they could destroy the current number one hero and with him the new peace sign of Japan. They could never kidnap Uraraka that easily without getting caught, but with you, as a civilian, it was a whole other story. Your healing quirk could not fight against a bunch of vicious criminals. His thoughts got interrupted by a knock on the door. "Shoto, I am here." shouted Midoriya from the other side of the door. Todoroki opened the door and Midoriya slid in. "Do you know where they possibly went?" The green-haired boy asked right away as he took off his shoes and slipped inside the slippers. Todoroki closed the door behind the green-haired man. "Most of the time we walk in a park near our flat. Maybe we will find something there." Shoto proposed as he changed into his shoes. Faster as Izuku could blink, Shoto stormed out of the apartment. "Wait Shoto." Midoriya shouted as he ran behind the red and white-haired man.

"They had to be here. Do you see these footprints?" Todoroki said with an earnest expression. "We need to inform the police, they can help us." advised Midoriya. "It would take to long. We need to find them soon, they won't hesitate to kill them. We need to find them. We need to." Todorokis voices shook as he kneeled to examine the footprint. "I know, but we also need to make sure that we rescue them safely. We two could do nothing, we need some help." commented Midoriya as he bent next to his best friend. He put his hand and his shoulder and gave him a reassuring squeeze. "I know." he sighed and stood up again. "I will call Tsukauchi." mumbled Izuku as he phoned the number of the police detective. Todoroki inspected the surrounding but nothing odd caught his heterochromatic eyes. His thoughts raced inside of his mind and he couldn't suspect anyone. "Tsukauchi and some others will come and investigate the place." Izuku informed the dual haired man. Shoto nodded and they both waited in silence for the police to arrive. "Do you want to talk about what happened before?" Izuku asked him after a while and Shoto lowered his head briefly on his chest, exhaled and began to report. "We fought. In the last months, I had to work a lot and they thought that I didn't love them anymore. They said they needed some time to cool down and ran out. If I hadn't worked that hard and kept them safe everything would be fine. I just can't keep the people that I love safe." Shoto clenched his fist and looked Izuku with pure sadness in the eyes. "You are not at fault Shoto. You couldn't know that something like this would happen. We and our loved ones are always in danger. Every day something like this could happen. Don't blame yourself. We will find them." spoke the green-haired boy. For a short moment, it was quiet between the two. The only sound was of the cars that passed by. "There is no point in worrying. We need to act." The heterochromatic man broke the silent determinedly. Midoriya nodded in agreement. After a while of waiting the sound of sirens echoed in the dark and the police arrived.

"Please stop it." you whined as a blue flame burned a line in your left thigh. "That would be boring." the black-haired man whispered in your ear. "I've got an idea. Why don't we give our little Shoto a look behind the scenes?" he said with a horrifying grin. The salty tears run down your cheek and collect on your chin to then drip onto your tied hands. "Please don't." you begged, but the villain just adjusted the camera to you. "Now will you please smile for your little loved one?" The short click of the camera signalled that it began to record. "I believe you want her back little Shoto, you just need to be fast enough or else she might never come back to you." the villain said and as a demonstration, he produced a blue flame with his fingertips and let them burn your delicate skin. Your screams echoed in the small room. You could feel how the body of the villain relaxed at your screams. "What music in my ears." he groaned. He let go of you for a short moment to turn off the camera. "You could be an actor." he suggested. He connected the camera with his computer. "Now we just need to post this online and we are done for today, you did great." he said and uploaded the piece of work on social media. "Now we need to wait." he said lazily. "Well then have a decent night. Toga is watching you, so don't do stupid things we still need you." with those words he walked out the dimmed room and shut the door behind him. Your head sank weakened on your chest. The physical exhaustion dragged you to sleep.

"We need to check the security cameras." ordered a police officer. Todoroki explained Tsukaushi the current situation. "Alright we will find them." he kindly promised and patted Todorokis shoulder. A chime of Shotos phone got his attention, he opened the message fast only to see that Dabi of the League of Villains tortured you. His jaw clenched at the view and his stomach filled with pure rage. "I know who has them." he hissed and shoved his phone back in his pocket. His dual coloured eyes gleamed with wrath. "Who?" asked Midoryia. "The League of Villains." Shoto snarled. "We got their last hideout documented. We can only hope that they haven't change it." ensured Tsukauchi. He ordered his co-workers back. "Where is it?" Todoroki asked immediately. Tsukauchi hesitated before he showed him the place on his map. "There it is." Without any further ado, Todoroki sprinted to the hiding place. "We need support. Inform some heroes." Midoryia shouted as he followed his best friend.

You slowly woke up to loud sounds. The roaring of flames and the cracking of ice were distant, but slowly coming nearer to the room where you were held captive. The door got kicked down and Shoto stormed in. A weak smile formed on your face. Faster than you could blink he freed you from your tie-ups. He had several cuts on his arms and in his face. Your hand comes trembling to his face, you begin to heal him. But since your too weak you fell into unconsciousness. His grip tightened around your limp figure and he got you fast out of the building. In front of it, the police arrested some members of the League of Villians. Without paying attention to the loud complaints of them he hurried to the ambulance. He laid your injured body on the gurney in the ambulance. While the doctors run around you to treat your injuries. Todoroki sat next to you and held your hand. '`Mister Todoroki are you fine?" a doctor asked. Your fiance nodded with a blank face. "Alright, what happened?" "Dabi burned them and tortured them." he growled with repressed anger. The doctor nodded and documented the information in the computer. Everybody worked silently and slowly the realisation hit Todoroki like a wave. He came too late. “No worries, we will do everything to save them.” Shouto didn’t even listen to them. In his opinion he was too late, these burns will always remind you of his failure and your kidnapping. Like Dabi tortured and hurt you. “Patient is stable. Drive off.” Said the doctor to the driver and with loud sounds of the sirens echoed into the night. He didn't even notice them, his thoughts took away all of the reality he was able to hold onto. What will happen when you wake up? Will you hate him for not being there for you? Are you going to leave him because he was the real reason for your abduction and your burn scars? His worries and questions piled up immeasurably, so that he didn't even notice how you reached the hospital.

Without knowing where he followed the paramedics. He followed you until a doctor stopped him. His lips were moving, but not a single word reached Todoroki’s ears. In his trance-like state, he didn't even notice his best friend calling his name. “Todoroki-kun....Todoroki-kun…Todoroki-kun.” Izuku’s shouting got louder and clearer. As the green-haired shaked his body, Todoroki finally snapped out of his tunnel of thoughts. The sound of his surroundings reached his ears. The lament of the patients, the shouting of the doctors and Izuku’s words. “Todoroki-kun, let us sit in the waiting area. Y/N is strong, they will handle it.” Gentle he jogged him in the waiting area. “What is with Dabi?” Shouto’s voice was hoarse. Izuku handed him a water bottle and while Shouto was drinking he told him everything.”He will stay in Tartarus for a long time. They punish him for his deeds.” Assured Izuku. “Great, this bastard is supposed to rot in this hell.”

The boys waited quietly for the doctors to tell them about your state. Nervously Shouto’s leg was bouncing up and down. The door opened and a doctor stepped into the waiting room. “Todoroki Shouto.” Without hesitation the heteroromantic haired man jumped up. “Yes? Are they alright?” “We could fully heal their burns, and there won’t be any scars, thanks to her own healing ability. They are awake and wait for you. We will keep them here for some days, to ensure that there won’t be any infections” explained the doctor. “In which room?” asked Todoroki. His heart was pounding and he could barely breathe. “156.” With that the man rushed to your room. Izuku stayed in the waiting area to give you some space, the witness interview could wait.

Before Shouto stormed into your room he took a deep breath and knocked on the door. “Come in.” He could hear your lovely voice, that was like music in his ears. It was quieter and weaker than usual, but he was relieved to hear it. With that he opened the door. Your body was covered in bandages. You couldn't even thank him because he had already wrapped his arms around you and cried into the crook of your shoulder. Gently you stroked his hair. “I am safe my love, everything turned out fine. Thanks to your fast thinking and acting.” “I was still too late. He shouldn’t even have been able to hurt you. If I hadn’t even argued with you...If I hadn’t worked for so long, you could have been safe and now one would have been able to hurt you.” he sniffed. “No one would have known that something like this could happen. Our fight had nothing to do with this. It was just a series of unfortunate events. Without your quick saving something worse could've happened. You did everything perfectly, my hero” You comforted him. “I don't know what I would have done if he killed you.” “He didn't, you don’t have to think about this. Come and lay down next to me, you must be exhausted.” Carefully without hurting yourself you scooched over. Shouto laid his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. The lullaby of your beating heart lulled him to sleep. “I love you, my hero.” you whispered before the both of you could sleep in. “I love you more.”

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tommyspeakycap · 3 years

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Ruined it

pairing - andy robertson x reader

summary - after the england tie, andy’s left sulking while watching the woman he’s fallen in love with apparently cracking on with kt - this request

word count - 2k

"What're you sulking about eh?"

Andy turns his head suddenly at the sound of a voice he’s come to be very fond of. A brotherly voice of consistent reason. Jordan Henderson is always level headed and gives probably the best advice of anyone Andy has ever known, especially off the pitch. It’s why he’s their Liverpool skipper.

Andy shrugs, watching as Jordan takes a seat a little away from him, a row down and three seats over so they’re not too close as they sit in the stadium. The England international has his hands stuffed thoroughly into his pockets for a bit of heat against his rain soaked body, but the Scot doesn’t seem to be bothered by the dark blue strip still rain plastered to his skin. Jordan’s never understood the unbothered nature of many Scottish players and the rain, especially after matches. Tierney could often be spotted kicking about training in shorts and t-shirt even in the snow. But the rain seemed to be the least of Andy Robertson’s worried right now.

His eyes instead are focused down on the side of the pitch, still actually standing in the rain on his fellow left back. Tierney is standing by the goalpost and next to him is someone Jordan has become mildly familiar with through his friendship with Andy, you. Billy and Mason had been standing there a couple minutes ago and since had left to chat elsewhere with Chilwell, but you and Kieran remained talking.

The Liverpool skipper understands immediately why his club mate looks so sour even though they hadn’t conceded a goal. It’s not so much that you’re talking to Kieran, but instead the way that you’re talking to him.

It’s so animated, he’s using his hands to tell a story and you’re mimicking his actions with the same intensity, engaged in somehow simultaneously telling and listening to each other talk. Except Jordan can rationalise. You haven’t seen Kieran in person for ages, this was like two pent up kids seeing their friends for the first time after the summer holidays. So much to tell, so little time to get it across.

“Can’t compete with that, mate.” Andy mumbles, his voice thick with the heavy heartache kind of emotion that chafes a little at the large heart of the mackem man looking at him softly. “Don’t be like that,” Jordan protests with a scoff, “She’s not interested in him.” He insists, but he - again - can understand why Andy might think that. He doesn’t see what you look like when you talk to him. He doesn’t see the way you look at him or how excited you are to speak to him. He can’t watch your conversations from the outside line he’s sitting doing right now with you and the arsenal left-back who you’ve got doubled over in laughter right now. It's very obvious for Jordan to tell that you and Kieran are just friends because he can, and does, get to see what love from you looks like.

It looks like the hearts that basically swirl around in your eyes every single time you look at Andy Robertson.

You're standing down there talking to that cheeky Celtic through and through left back with his hair sticking up funny because of the rain and the thing that he's talking about is you and the Scotland captain. He was the real reason you were at the game, Kieran knows this. He knows you’re smitten, have been since he introduced you to him a few years ago. It had only been a waiting game of how long until one of you to crack and admit it.

Kieran was getting awful bored of waiting and nobody was getting any younger. If he had to hear you talking about Andy and this 'potential girlfriend' one more time, he'll lose the fucking rag. Andy doesn’t have a girlfriend. He couldn't fucking get one because everyone that asked him out got turned down for the simple fact that they weren't you enough for him. Nobody ever would be.

Nobody would laugh at his jokes and rip him a new one when he needed to be told that his patter was genuinely shocking. Nobody, literally nobody, appreciated that little thing he does with his shoulder on a run down the side of the pitch when he realises he might lose the ball like you do. He throws his shoulder forward, almost in a way that can be played off as a natural movement but has just enough on it to send the quickly running member of the opposing team into the closest pitch barricade. When he'd spent the length of the Manchester City game doing it to Kyle Walker, it's all you'd talked about for days. You just love him and it's almost painfully obvious to everyone but the one person who should see it the most.

"They're just friends Robbo." Jordan repeats, but Andy squints with an ever so subtle shake of his head. "It's like a fuckin' movie. Met when they were four, still fuckin' best friends at twenty four. Couldn't write it Hendo." Andy explains, hitting the back of his hand against the palm of his other emphatically, almost as if to drive home the idea brewing in his mind that you and Kieran were set to be together. A perfect couple, of sorts.

"You're being ridiculous." Jordan states simply, shaking his head in disagreement and indifference. "Like, do you realise how stupid you sound? She is not... interested... in ...him."

Andy sighs again heavily, finally tearing his eyes away from you to look at his club mate turned close friend sitting there in front of him. Jordan had his serious, almost dad face on. The one he uses if there is a message he needs to get across or a scolding that he needs to give either to a team member acting up or to one of his children.

"That said," he adds, "You need to tell her how you feel mate, before she is interested in someone else. Won't wait around for you forever."

The words actually give Andy a chill through his spine, making him shiver and not from the cold. He spots you, drifting out of a circle containing KT, Ben Chilwell, Billy, Mason and John McGinn, kind of looking as though you were looking around for someone else. Jordan knows that you are looking for the one man you really came here for. You're almost looking for him to save you, searching for him in the sea of football players standing in circles dotted around talking amongst each other about the game, about their lives and all that other rubbish that had missed talking about.

You're not sure what it is, but it feels like someone's arse that bloody bounces you sideways stumbling in straight into the front of Jack Grealish. Kieran smirks from where he stands knowing he hit his intended target when he hears your 'oof' and Jack's signature Brummie accent asking if you were alright. He casts a side eye up to the stands where he's seen his skipper sitting, a small grin ticking over the former Celtic mans lips as he sees Jordan Henderson patting Andy on the back just as he quickly makes for the stairs two at a time on tired legs.

"It that Grealish?" Andy had asked, eyebrows pulled into furrowed confusion. Jordan nods. "Yup."

That raises Andy to his feet immediately. Kieran was one thing, but to see you basically nose to nose with Jack fucking Grealish was another. That Andy could not even begin to handle even as he helped you back to your feet. "Better move fast." Hendo notes.

Andy does just that, except not in the direction that either Kieran or Jordan had anticipated him going in. When Andy got to the bottom of the stairs where Kieran had expected him to barge through the players and make a break for you, he instead took a swift left and marched back through the tunnel to the changing rooms.

Jordan is the first to spot your frown when you see the number 3 walking quickly off towards the changing room. He can physically see from your face the way that your heart sinks, a soft sigh parting your lips as you disjoin from the groups of talking players and mingling family members to find the side of the pitch that he had left from. Whether or not you were supposed to go back there, you didn't know. But you had come here to see him, watch him play and actually get to speak to him face to face for the first time in a while. Your work had kept you busy and he was travelling for the Scotland matches.

"Andy!" You call out after him, picking up your pace when you spot him rounding a corner quickly. "Andy!"

You know he can hear you, but he doesn't slow down. He keep thundering towards the changing room and you're confused. He was never like this. Andy is such a sweetheart to everyone and to you he was even sweeter. He was funny, he was kind and he made you feel like the world was a better place to be in.

This was very out of character, especially after a game that would be considered a success from their perspective.

"Andrew!" You bark, courage bubbling up to the surface when he pushes through the changing room door and lets it shut behind him just before you walk through.

Andy freezes in his spot, guilt immediately causing through his veins at the sound of you attempting to catch the heavy door. That was uncalled for and his mother would slap him silly if she'd ever caught word of him doing something like that to anyone, but especially. His mum really loved you.

"What was that far? Who pissed in your cereal this morning?" You try to joke as you lean against the door, crossing your arms over your chest with a teasing grin, but he just turns his back to you at his number designated changing spot in the room. He shrugs and pulls his shirt over the top of his head roughly, chucking it down on the bench in front of him. "Just didn't know you were behind me." He mumbles, almost so lowly you can't hear him.

"Right." You scoff with a step takin towards him. He still won't turn and look at you. He has so much anger coursing through his veins and he just doesn't even know why. Just seeing you there, hugging all them and speaking to Kieran before him, the way the arsenal man held you with such a tight squeeze and kissed the top of your head was what he was supposed to be doing. It's what he always did and watching Kieran do that to you knowing it was a routine for him too made him feel like an absolute idiot. Everything for Kieran was completely platonic, simply the act of missing you as his best friend.

"Cause you're not really supposed to be back here." He hints, making your heart sink. Your confidence to confront him dissipates right there and then, forcing you to attempt to swallow back a lump in your throat. He had never even used a tone like that with you before, not even in the petty little arguments you've been in in the past.

In fact had anyone else spoke to you anywhere near anything like that, Andy would have laid them out flat. But he was so fuelled by jealousy and the desire to be alone to wallow in his heartache so he doesn't take it out on his teammate later on a ruin morale that he almost doesn't realise how nasty he's being, even if the words themselves aren't that sharp, his cold tone was enough to make any words seem hurtfully intended. He chances a look back at you, a quick turns of his head to see you staring at him before he turned his head back to face his number stuck to the wall in front of him as he pulled the tape from off his wrists.

"I just noticed you walking off and the guys let me through so I-" You attempt to reason, words shaking slightly as you try to string together an excuse for being there when he clearly doesn't want you to be. God that hurt more than it should. "Are you alright?"

"Just surprised you could tear yourself away from trying to shag KT is all. Or maybe you'd prefer Grealish? Not too sure."

Your heart skips a beat at his snap as he pulls his undershirt from his arm and throws it down with his strip shirt. A puff of air is snorted out your noise, the kind of scoff of disbelief that hits his ears just in time to realise the words had actually just left his lips. With his back to you, he's safe to make screw up his face in disbelief at himself.

You scoff full this time, just about sick of the sight of his back and completely over the attitude. He's not sure what you're doing behind him in the seconds after he spits out those words that he knows for a fact will have hit you hard.

"Here." You tug him from his thoughts, turning him around finally to see you standing there with hurt written across your face. He watches you with his own pain filled eyes as you stand there in a long sleeved blue shirt something like the one he had been wearing under his strip. Right when he turns around, you throw something at him. A bundle of blue material that he barely catches against his bare chest. His head turns down towards it to investigate.

"Fuck you, Andrew." You spit, "Fuck you."

His sighs heavily to himself as he watches the door slam behind you, shaking out the fabric in his hands. His heart literally shatters when he realises what it is. The dark blue Scotland shirt with name and number is printed proudly across the back, something he hadn't even noticed you were actually wearing until you had throw it at him.

He drops himself backwards to sit on the bench, the jersey settling over his cold thighs as his head falls into his hands and a loud "Fuck," leaves his mouth into the empty room.

You power past Jordan Henderson walking along the corridor, looking at you expectantly with a smile that falters the second he see's your face, eyes brimming with unshed tears as you basically run past him. You're heading in the opposite direction of the pitch too, clearly on your way to leaving.

"Don't, Jordan. Just don't." You cut him off, holding up a hand to silence him before he even had the chance to do more than open his mouth. "Just leave it alone."

He reaches out for you, but you're gone before he gets the chance to catch your arm and his eyebrows are tightly furrowed in confusion. He knows that you and Andy have gotten in something similar to fights before, all friends do but never has the left-back said anything that had ever made you look quite so upset. He was usually the one making sure nobody ever did make you that upset.

While the England international stands there confused, it becomes clear he wasn't the only one to see you so upset when a thundering head of dark hair barrels past him towards the changing room with a definitively angry gusto that has Jordan leaping forward to chase after him.

"Fuck did you do, mate?" Kieran booms the second he throws open that changing room door with Jordan behind him, immediately getting in between the two Scotland players. Kieran has a tendancy to get hot headed. He’s very protective and everybody knows this. Andy’s guilty face wasn’t enough to clarify the idea that it was, in fact, he who had upset you.

“Tierney,” Jordan warns, his eyes serious as he switched from friend to captain mode in a split second, “You’d better go make sure she’s alright.”

Kieran lingers shifting from boot to boot, but ultimately does as he’s told and goes after you at a jog that allows Andy to drop his head back into his hands. Jordan turns back to Andy, hands on his hips with a very unhappy look written into his features.

"Now what the fuck did you do?"

“Just fucking ruined everything, mate.”

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